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[madhatterbri]

Snow Day | M.J.

Summary: Playing in the snow together (snowball fight, sledding, building a snowman) with Matthew Jackson, please? It has snowed almost the whole night, and when they wake up, they go out to start a snowball fight. When they end it, they lay down and do snow angels.

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"Good morning, sleepy head," Matt spoke softly. A warm cup of coffee nestled in his hands. He rested against the door frame and watched her. His winter gear covered his lean, muscular frame.

"Good morning, handsome," she greeted and looked at him. "You want to go out in this weather? Didn't it snow throughout the night?"

Matt shrugged. He had an unmistakable competitive look in his eye, one that she had seen often. "December 28th,"

"December 28th?" She asked.

"Last year on December 28th, you beat me in a snowball fight. I want a rematch,"

"Matt, you hate the cold," Y/N laughed. She couldn't believe her almost forty year old boyfriend remembered something so silly. "Get back in bed so we can cuddle,"

When he didn't budge, she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Fine, but don't go crying to your brothers when I beat you again,"

By the time Y/N was dressed, Matt was long gone. This wasn't a shock to her. He was the ultimate opportunist.

After placing her boots on, she ventured outside. The snow crunched underneath her boots. She stuffed her hands in her vest and looked around. Her boyfriend was nowhere to be found. "Matt?"

There was no answer. She started to worry until something hit her in the back. By the time she turned around, a misshapen snowball lay in front of her.

"One to zero looks like I'm winning," he sang and squatted down to make another.

Y/N realized her boyfriend wasn't going to play fair. She started to scoop up some snow for herself. They both had a snowball in hand in a few seconds. Their snowballs collided with one another in the air. The snowball fight had officially begun.

Back and forth, little balls of snow were thrown at the other. Matt was a lot better than last year. Although she felt he was better prepared, Y/N woke up with news that there was going to be a snowball fight.

"Surrender," Matt told her as he stood above her with a snowball in hand. "Surrender, and I'll show mercy,"

"Matt, I'm your girlfriend," she told him with a matter of fact tone. When that didn't stop him, she raised her hands in defeat. "Fine, fine, you win this year, but next year you are mine,"

Seemingly pleased with her surrender, he dropped the ball. "What are you doing?"

"I am making a snow angel. Join me," she answered. Her hand patted the spot next to her.

Matt rolled his eyes and smiled. He laid in the snow and started to move his arms and legs. The happy couple joked and talked as they stared up to the sky. Their gloved fingers brushed against each other every so often.

[madhatterbri]

Wow. You sure are going to have to explain a lot to Santa.

Hello,

May I request a Matt Jackson x Y/N x Hangman Adam Page? Reader was having an affair with her professor, Adam Page. They are found out and reported. As they start to plead their case to the dean of the school, Matt Jackson, he stops them. He shocks them by saying he will drop all charges if he can participate this one time.

Adam Page x f/Reader x Matt Jackson (AU)

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This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: smut under the cut. 3sum. Oral (m receiving) choking. DP. P in V sex. Unprotected sex.

Requested by and. Hope you like it.

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"I need both of you to stop talking. Professor Page." The Dean of the school said, making me shut my mouth.

I looked over at Professor Page, wondering what he is going to say.

He is the Professor after all, and even though I am in the last year of college, student/teacher relations is still somewhat frowned on.

"We have been in a relationship since Halloween, and.." I zoned him out, keeping an eye on Dean Jackon, who was leaning back against his chair, relaxed.

"Now when the anonymous student reported your relationship." I wanted to snort when he said anonymous.

We all know it is Strickland.

He has been after me since the first class we took together, and I have turned him down ever since.

He must of seen Adam and I the other night, when Adam had me bent over his desk, his hand between my thighs as he fingered me, while kissing me to keep my moans quiet.

"I know what we are doing is frowned upon, but there are no rules in the rulebook saying that him and I can not be together." I went to continue but Dean Jackson held up his hands, making me close my mouth to hear what he has to say

"This can all go away if," He licked his lips and I knew what he is hinting at.

"If, you allow me to join, just one time."

Adam started to sputter, not knowing what to say as he became angry, ready to stand until I placed my hand on his arm, calming him down slightly.

"The charges will be dropped? I can stay in school to finish my last year and Professor Page won't be fired?" I questioned, just to make sure.

"Yes, that is correct. Just one night and then we can pretend that this conversation never happened between us."

I looked at Adam, who was looking back and forth between his boss and I.

"One night, Adam. You talk to him and see what he can and can not do with me."

"Fine, but this is only one time. She is mine."

The only sounds that I could hear were the two men as they used me.

Dean Jackson is behind me, his hands gripping my hips tight as he pounds into my pussy from behind.

Professor Page had his hands on the back of my head, as he thrust his thick, girthy cock down my throat as I moaned around him.

One hard thrust from the man behind me, had me squealing around Adam's cock, making my pussy tightened around Matt's.

"Fuck!' I heard Matt groan as he leaned onto my back, his hips still thrusting into me as he wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me away from Adam's cock, making me gasp for air.

"Don't hog her Matt." Adam all but growled as he jerked his cock off in front of me.

"Back off Adam, you get to have her all the time. I am going to savour this moment." Matt said as he pulled out of me so just the tip was was left before slamming back into me, making me scream out, "Dean Jackson." Each and every time he did it.

I could see Adam out of the corner of my eye, and he was giving the two of us a hard look.

Adam walked in front of us, his hand wrapping around my throat, and squeezing it just right, making my eyes flutter, along with my pussy.

"Shit, who knew she liked to be choked." Matt sneered.

"You want both of our cocks sweet girl?" Adam said, ignoring his boss.

I nodded my head as best as I could, with his hand still gripping my throat.

"I call her ass." Matt said as he pulled out of me, laying on the bed next to me, fisting his cock.

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"That is fine with me. Like you said, I get to have her whenever I want." Adam said as he ran his hand over my cheek, as he let go of my throat.

◆

I feel so full as the two of them fucked me. Adam and I have only ever used toys to do this, but this, this is much different.

They were fucking me at two different speed.

Matt was fucking into my ass, slowly as he tried to savour this moment.

Adam is fucking me like a mad man. Trying to show his boss, that he owns my body as he forces orgasm after orgasm from my body, and I all I could do is lay there, between the two of them, moaning their names over and over again as they used my body to get off.

"Should have asked to join you once a week." Matt groaned, making Adam almost growl in jealousy.

"This is the only time you get to fuck her." Adam reminded her.

"Don't remind me." Matt said before he fucked up into me faster.

Their voices faded as I came once more, my body shaking at how intense it was.

Adam pulled out of me, standing on the bed as best as he could, jerking his cock off as I opened my mouth, and he placed the tip on my tongue just as he came, loudly.

I swallowed it as fast as I could, not wanting to waste a single drop.

"Did she just? Oh fuck. That is hot." Matt pushed me to the side, so he could roll out from under me, jerking his cock as fast as he could.

"Get on your knees." He demanded and I got on the floor, doing as he asked.

"Keep your mouth open." Was all the Dean of the school said before he loudly groaned my name, as he jerked his cock off over my face, my eyes closing just as the first rope hit my cheek.

I groaned as some hit my tongue, wanting to taste him, but I didn't move, not until he said so.

"Shit, so good for us. Swallow." And I did, groaning at the taste of him.

"You had your fun, now get out." Adam said as he wiped my face off with a towel.

"Oh come on. You invited me to your place Adam, and now you are kicking me out."

"You said one time Matt." Was all Adam said as I looked between the two of them.

Matt sighed and got dressed, and as he left, I wondered how the hell I could make this happen again.

[dirtywrestling]

Hi! Could you do something with a female reader where she has a secret relationship with Matt Jackson and maybe gets caught by Nick or something?

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Kissing, Nothing really

Commissions: Open!

Imagines: Open!

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"You locked the door?" You asked your boyfriend Matt Jackson as your lips danced along his scruffy neck.

"Yeah, uhh yeah." Matt moaned, not sounding confident at all but he was feeling too much pleasure to even care.

You took his word on locking the tour bus door as your tongue danced along his skin. "Fuck, Matty I need you." You moaned, your hand cupping his growing bulge in between his legs.

"I know sweetheart, I need you too." Matt sighed, grabbing the hem of your shirt he tugged it off only to smirk. "You naughty girl, Y/N. No bra?" Matt's eyes lingered over your bare chest.

As you were about to push Matt against the sofa the door handle to the side jiggled and pulled open. "Matt!" You heard the younger Jackson brother sang out Matt's name.

"Nick! No wait!" Matt shouted but it was too late, Nick climbed up the stairs to the tour bus and froze at the sight. Matt had you behind him, trying to cover your body as Nick was sputtering to spew out words.

"I- I'll come back later!" Nick gushed and rushed out of the tour bus and shut the door behind him.

"You think we scarred him?" You teased.

"He's seen worst." Matt chuckled, pulling you closer to him.

[dirtywresling102]

I need something, ANYTHING with Matt Jackson. Could you do Matt x f! Plus size Reader? Maybe they met when Matt was being dumped by the girl he thought he was going to marry. They became like best friends, but have now fallen in love with one another but are scared of the other’s reaction. Maybe she doesn’t think love is in her future ever, no matter how she feels about Matt. Thanks!!

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Plus Size!Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Heartbreak.

Imagines: Open

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"Bro, I'm never going to find someone." You sighed kicking a rock that was in your path, you watched it skip down the street a few feet only for it to hit the curb and spin to a stop.

"Come on, Y/N. Don't be like that. There's a lot of guys out there waiting to meet you." Your best friend, Matt Jackson nudged his shoulder against you to cheer you up.

"I don't know." You mumbled. When you heard your best friend was back in town from wrestling all over the states you instantly text him to hang where he gave you a call and said why not now? So, here you were almost two in the morning. The streets were quiet, no one was in sight and the street lights buzzed up above you. "I'm a little bit heavier if you haven't noticed." You pointed out.

"You know, you could be like me." Matt chuckled awkwardly. "About to marry the person you've been with for nearly a decade only to find out that they were cheating half the time."

It grew silent as you both walked side by side. You never knew what to say when that topic was brought up. "But someone amazing did come into my life during that time."

Your head snapped towards Matt who was grinning at you, his beard covering his cheeks. You couldn't help but to blush and look down. "I'm glad that I arrived at the right moment."

The both of you continued to walk towards your apartment. Your eyes kept darting towards Matt's hand hanging by your side, swaying with each step. Cold sweats broke out as you thought about holding his hand, your heart raced. What if he pulled it away in disgust or what if he doesn't feel the same?

As you fought with yourself in your mind, Matt too was fighting with himself to kiss you once at your front door.

Walking up the steps to your apartment you both stopped in front of each other. "Well, this is my stop." You looked up at the porch light, moths flying around the little heated lamp.

Matt nodded, watching you reach for the door knob. "Y/N?"

"Yes?" You answered quickly, eyes sparkling.

You could see Matt's adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly. "Have a nice night."

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maniac (m) | lee taeyong

when you try to summon your older brother, things don’t go as expected.

pairing: evil spirit!lee taeyong x reader (female)

genre: horror!au, mature, angst.

warnings: heavy depiction of death and blood, possessive behavior, explicit sexual content.

author’s note: i suck at writing horror, i’m so sorry. happy halloween!

You’d always remember that night.

How the moonlight sneaked through the white curtains, how the shadow of the naked trees in your garden formed strange shapes that stretched across the floor and walls of your bedroom.

Not a sound could be heard, as if the world itself had gone mute.

You moved in bed to press your back against the wall behind you, wishing you could blend with it. That way, you would be safe from the horrors of the night.

You squeezed your teddy bear to your chest, looking for comfort. You had tried everything, from counting sheep to mentally singing lullabies, and all your efforts had been useless: you just couldn’t sleep.

And suddenly, there were lights.

You snapped your eyes open, glancing at the blue and red lights dancing around your room.

It took you seconds to realize that they weren’t coming from the inside, but from the street. Curiosity had always been a personality trait of yours, so you got out of bed to look through your window.

The lights belonged to a police car that had parked right below it, from which a man and two women came out, the man fixing his hat as he walked.

You watched them turn around the corner, disappearing. Seconds later, the doorbell ricocheted around your house. Once, twice. The third time, you heard your father's voice in the hallway. When you opened the door, he was walking past it.

“Stay in your room.” He said, rushing to the staircase with bed hair and struggling to keep his eyes open, still sensitive to the sudden light. Your mother followed, putting on her thick, blue robe.

“Mom?” You called, the teddy bear still caged in your arms. You didn’t know much, but you knew that police officers coming to your house in the middle of the night couldn’t mean anything good.

“Don’t worry, honey.” She patted your head on her way to the stairs. “Matt, stay with your sister.”

But once your parents were on the ground floor, you exchanged an accomplice look with your older brother. Matt kneeled at the end of the stairs and signed you to join him in the rebellious act of peeking through the bars.

One of the women spoke, addressing your parents by their last name. Each of them showed their credentials.

“I’m Officer Walker. This is Officer Gallagher, and she’s Doctor Edwards. May we come in?”

As your parents allowed them in the house, the doctor looked up, catching you red-handed. A soft smile appeared on her face, but you went stiff, like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

“Hello.” The doctor waved in your direction. “I’m Doctor Edwards. I’m really, really thirsty. Would you mind giving me a glass of water?”

Your brother frowned at the doctor’s request. He thought about it for a moment before grabbing your hand and walking down the steps, heading to the kitchen. You locked eyes with your mom on the way, encouraged by her quick nod. 

You took your usual seat at the table, the doctor sitting right in front of you. Your brother grabbed a glass and poured water into it, then handed it to her.

“Thank you very much.” Doctor Edwards took the glass to her lips. She drank a little and spoke again. “May I ask for your names?”

Your brother answered so quietly that she had to ask him again. When it was your turn, you spoke louder.

“Those are so pretty.” She left the glass on the table, away from you. “And what’s your other brother’s name?”

“Jackson.” You answered. Matt was distracted, looking towards the kitchen door as if something had caught his attention. “He’s in high school. He’s really smart, he’s top of his class.”

“Well, there’s something I have to tell you about Jackson.”

You could see right through the doctor. She wanted to say something but struggled to find the words. It happened to you weeks ago when you couldn’t tell your parents that you had lost your brand-new pencil case.

A sob reached your ears, followed by the heart-breaking cry that only loss could cause. Your little brain started to connect the dots as you jumped off the chair and ran to the living room and straight into your father’s arms.

The sudden realization that you wouldn’t see your brother ever again punched you in the gut.

You closed your eyes and wept, hoping it was all a nightmare that would end soon.

You would discover that, even though it was indeed a nightmare, you would never escape from it.

There had been a time when you thought you would never place the last box on the floor of your new home.

For two years, you shared a house with other students. However, you were at a point in your life where you desired full independence and privacy. All it took was a little help from your parents and brother to find a cheap but cozy apartment on campus.

“This is pretty nice.” Matt said, poking his head through the kitchen’s pass-through window that connected with the living room.

“I know, right?” You rested your hands on your hips, glancing at the empty space. “I’m so looking forward to decorating it, maybe painting the walls. What about white with an accent? Yellow would fit…”

“I’d prefer green or blue.”

“No, I like yellow.” You shook your head at his recommendations, pressing your lips together. “It reminds me of the sun.”

“Only you would choose the ugliest color ever.” He teased. The kitchen supplies clinked as he shoved them in the drawers.

“You’re wrong. Red would be the worst.”

“Red’s cool.”

“It’s cool if you’re going for the “somebody died here” vibe, that’s for sure.” Your brother kneeled to store a pair of pots inside your oven. “I’m going to need your help for one last thing.”

You grabbed the biggest box and opened it. The vintage gold frame was the first thing to catch your brother’s attention, but you saw his eyes shine the moment he noticed what it surrounded.

It was a photo your dad had taken during Easter at your grandparent’s farm. You were a year old, wearing a green dress with tiny yellow flowers embroidered all over it that your grandmother had knitted. On your left, Matt, who didn’t like having pictures taken, frowned with his arms crossed. He looked tall for a five-year-old, but then again, he had always been taller than the average. At your right, Jackson, ten, smiled brightly as he bent over to hold you by the waist, preventing you from falling headfirst.

According to your mom, you had seen something moving in the grass and you were trying to grab it with your little hand.

The picture had been the family’s Christmas postcard that year.

“We looked adorable.”

“Talk about you, look at me!” Matthew pointed at his younger self in the picture. “I was so grumpy then.”

“Just then?”

“That’s pretty bold, given the fact that I’ve helped you move in.”

You decided to hang it right next to the entrance door. That way, your brothers would be the last thing you saw before leaving the house and the first when you arrived.

The wave of nostalgia caught you off-guard.

Living alone was another milestone you had hit, one Jackson would never witness. You were getting closer to yet another graduation he would miss.

At some point, you had stopped grieving your brother to start grieving those things that would never happen. It made the overcoming of the trauma much more difficult.

Not only were you sad, but also angry. Out of the people in your family, you had been the one to know him the least.

Matt could look back and reminisce on the good times he spent with Jackson. He had been the one who taught him to play sports. You had also shared meaningful moments with him, of course, but the connection hadn’t been strong yet.

Yet.

Three letters that set your insides on fire. His time on Earth had been so brief, his departure had been so unfair. Many times, you found yourself wishing it had happened to somebody else.

Four people in that car, but your brother had been the only one to not make it out alive.

“Are you okay?” Matt muttered. You didn’t answer, simply rounding his waist with your arms. He stroked your back, letting you hug him and hugging you back.

“Thank you for helping me.” You said against his shoulder. “Thank you for always being there for me.”

“I’ll always be.” Matt glanced at Jackson in the picture. He missed his older brother, the person who had been his hero, so damn much, but it wasn’t the right time to tell you so. You needed a rock, and he would be it. “And he’ll always be, too.”

You had absolutely forgotten how big the campus was.

Your brain had told you that assembling your new bed at midnight was a bad, bad idea, but you weren’t known for being rational.

You were running a spicy four hours of sleep when the sound of your alarm hit your head like a hammer, a reminder that you had to be in class in less than half an hour.

By the time you made it to class completely out of breath, the teacher had already explained the final project and grouped students in pairs. So you sat there, waiting for someone to adopt you into their group, aware of the fact that you had made a horrible first impression.

“Professor?” A girl at the back of the class raised her hand. “She can do the project with us, we don’t mind.”

God bless you, you thought as you stood up and walked over to the girl and her partner. You sat beside them in silence, only speaking to thank them.

For the rest of the class, you took notes and paid twice the attention you usually would, trying to make up for your late attendance.

The clock struck noon, signaling the end of the class. As you put your stuff inside your bag, one of the girls called your name.

“Do you want to go to the cafeteria to speak about the project?”

“Yes, please.” You nodded, hanging your bag over your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, I’m usually on time!”

You proceeded to explain the pain and suffering you had gone through at 1 AM after losing a screw in your wooly rug. Several hours later, you were able to sleep on a bed instead of on a mattress on the floor.

“It happens to the best of us.” The girl who had invited you to the group laughed, showing her perfect set of teeth. You couldn’t help but notice how stunning she was. “My name’s Heejin, by the way, and she’s Mihyo.”

The girl beside her waved at you, shyly.

“It’s nice to meet you, guys.” You said, opening a blank document on your tablet as soon as you sat on an empty table at the café, ready to commit to the project.

“So, you live alone?” Heejin took the spot in front of you, placing her things on the chair next to her, forcing Mihyo to sit by your side. “God, you’re so lucky. I’m tired of sharing my oxygen and personal space with horrible people.”

“I totally get it.” You replied, tapping the pockets of your jacket to check that your phone was still there. You had a bad habit of leaving your stuff everywhere, and your parents had made clear that they wouldn’t pay for another phone if you lost your current one. You had to be careful. “I grew up with two older brothers, so living alone has been a pretty big step for me.”

Mihyo and Heejin exchanged looks, a mischievous smile on their faces, before looking at you again.

“You have two older brothers?”

“How old are they?” Mihyo spoke for the first time. “Are they cute?”

“I think so?” You laughed, awkwardly. “Matt’s twenty-four.”

“What about the other?”

“Oh, he…” Even after all those years, you struggled to say the word. “He died.”

It slapped the smiles off their faces. As they rushed to cover their mouths in shock, you couldn’t help but be glad. That would teach them not to be so nosy when it came to other people’s business. You would excuse them, though, for the sake of your education.

“I’m so sorry.” Heejin said, attempting to grab your hand as if comfort from a stranger was exactly what you needed. You rushed to place them on your lap, avoiding any kind of physical contact.

“It’s fine, it happened years ago.” You rose to your feet, grabbing your bag. “I’m going to get some coffee and a muffin, do you want anything?”

You walked over to the queue, checking your messages in the meantime. Being away for some minutes allowed you to forget about the conversation and gave them some time to gossip about you. Two birds with one stone. You texted Matt about the weird interaction, promising to tell him everything over the phone that night.

Shoving it down your back pocket, you looked around as you waited.

There were students on their way to class passing by or just chilling with their friends on the grass. A certain someone caught your eye, a boy you hadn’t seen in months, only getting updates about his life through Instagram.

Qian Kun was sitting underneath a tree with an open book in his hands. By his side, you recognized two familiar faces: Lee Haechan, a computer major, and Na Jaemin, a fashion student. Haechan turned around to check out a boy who walked past them and whatever he told Jaemin and Kun about him made the pair laugh.

Kun had the most beautiful smile you had ever seen, and you would’ve spent the rest of the afternoon admiring him if it hadn't been your turn to order.

During the first project-related session, which took place at Heejin’s apartment, you realized that she wasn’t joking when she said her roommates sucked.

One of them, who greeted you with a growl as soon as you came in, had brought their boyfriend to the dorm, and the echo of the headboard hitting the wall was, to say the least, fucking annoying.

The other didn’t seem to understand that people were supposed to talk when working together, and she knocked on the other side of the wall every time you, in her opinion, were too loud.

No wonder Heejin wanted to run away.

“I’m so sorry about that.” The girl apologized to you and Mihyo once you were at the door, in the hallway, ready to leave.

“It’s not your fault,” Mihyo said, her backpack hanging from her shoulder as she struggled to shove the notes she had taken inside, “but we’ll need a different place next time.”

“You can come to mine.”

You were quick in your suggestion, refusing to go through that hell again. Heejin waved you goodbye as she closed the door, and you walked along with Mihyo towards the staircase, the air around you tense and heavy.

“Have you ever tried to speak to your brother?” The question took you by surprise, almost making you stop dead in your tracks. As you went down the steps, you allowed yourself to think about it.

“You mean like praying?”

Mihyo shook her head. “I mean like summoning him. One of my friends did it in high school with his dad, and he sent him a message from the grave.”

The want to laugh was so strong that you couldn’t help but snort as you opened the entrance door of the building. “That’s bullshit.”

“It’s not!” Mihyo snapped. “He told my friend something only he knew.”

“Yeah…” You cleared your throat, making Mihyo roll her eyes at your skepticism. “I’m sorry to break it to you, but they were totally pulling your leg.”

The girl shrugged. “Don’t believe me, then.”

And you waved at each other before parting ways.

The idea of summoning your late brother was ridiculous. It would be a stupid thing to do and totally wouldn’t work. It sounded like the start of every bad horror movie. 

You repeated it to yourself, trying to vanish that what if that constantly showed up in the back of your mind, slipping through the cracks of your most rational thoughts. What if it worked? What if you got to speak to your brother even for a minute, tell him that you loved and missed him so much?

Trying wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Mihyo and Heejin rang your doorbell at exactly 7 PM three days later. Mihyo was carrying a rectangular board under her arm and a plastic bag from where she took out six tall, white candles.

“Are we really going to do this?” Heejin asked, throwing you a look of concern, shocked that you had accepted to participate in the nonsense.

Mihyo scoffed, surprising you. She had been so quiet when you first met her, Heejin having the upper hand every time. Now, she behaved like a different person.

“We haven’t even started and you’re chickening out already?”

“I am not chickening out!”

“Then come here and help me light up the candles.”

Not convinced at all, Heejin walked over to the center of your living room, kneeling beside her friend, who handed her a lighter. You observed the scene from behind, your arms crossed, biting your lips in hesitation. But curiosity had taken over, and there was nothing your rationality could say or do to stop you.

Embarrassing yourself once you realized that invoking spirits wasn’t possible was the worst possible outcome you could think of. More than half of the world’s population had used an Ouija board at least once in their life, you were sure.

The sun began to fall and darkness covered every surface of your apartment with its black cloak. The only light in the room came from the candles. You felt chilly all of a sudden, the tiny hairs on your nape bristling.

“Everything’s ready.” Mihyo announced, placing the Ouija board on the floor, in the middle of the circle she had formed with the candles. “Come sit.”

You sat beside them, careful not to knock any candle over. The last thing you needed was burning the whole building down.

“Just in case you don’t know how this works,” Mihyo grabbed a triangular pointer with a hole in the middle and showed it to you, “we place this on top of the board and ask a question.”

“And then?” Heejin’s voice was incredibly shaky.

“Then, we wait.” Mihyo’s dark irises fell on you. “Ready? Oh, and don’t you dare remove your fingers until we properly close the session. It would be a disaster.”

Trying to swallow the knot in your throat, you placed your index fingers next to Minhyo’s on the pointer and waited for Heejin to do the same. You pitied her a bit. She had been shoved into this mess for no reason other than friendship. Eventually, the girl had no other option than to add her index fingers, too.

“What was your brother’s name?” Mihyo whispered after a few seconds of silence in which you questioned your sanity.

“Jackson.”

“We want to talk to Jackson, her older brother.”

The girl spoke loud and clear, with no trace of hesitation. It made you wonder how many times she had done this, as she seemed so familiar with the procedure. An empty hole was starting to form inside your stomach, growing bigger with every second. You felt dizzy and sick.

“Jackson, are you there?”

Anxiety crawled into your skin. By the look on her face, it was crawling in Heejin’s skin, too. She reminded you of a statue, with her eyes fixed on the board and her fingertips glued to the pointer. You couldn’t even tell if she was breathing.

“Jackson, we would like to talk to you. Are you there?”

You had to blink twice to believe what your eyes were seeing.

The pointer had started to move, slowly, to the side, as if pulled by an invisible string. With wide-open eyes, you looked at Mihyo. The girl had gone speechless. The pointer’s hole reached the letter H, then I, and stopped.

“Hi.” Mihyo said, trying to remain calm. “Are you Jackson?”

This time, the pointer moved even before Mihyo could finish the sentence. It slid to the right, stopping on the word No.

Who are you then?, you thought, following the pointer as it moved again.

“C, A, R…” Mihyo chanted out loud. You stopped bile from reaching your mouth. “E, F, U, L…”

“Careful?” You frowned, glancing at Mihyo. “Wh-”

A screech ripped your throat, only drowned by Heejin’s screams.

The pointer had been lifted and thrown across the room as if someone had launched it. The object hit the wall to your back, then fell to the ground.

You couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe. Half-lying on the floor, you couldn’t look away from the static item lying on the floor.

You missed when Heejin, who was a crying mess, got up to turn on the lights, the yellow glim flooding your living room.

You definitely missed the figure that hid in the darkness of the hallway, watching the scene with amused eyes.

Two weeks had passed and you still couldn’t find a reasonable explanation for what had happened.

There were too many options on the table: a bad dream; a joke from Heejin and Mihyo, or even just Mihyo. But the dent on your wall proved it hadn’t been a dream, and Heejin’s reaction had seemed too genuine to be staged.

The three of you didn’t address the issue during your next meet-up, but Heejin refused to go to your apartment anymore, forcing you to book one of the rooms the library offered for group study sessions.

Weeks passed by, and you started to forget the event. Everything felt back to normal; everything, except for one thing.

You felt more tired than usual and it had reached a point where, sometimes, you even fell asleep without noticing. It was starting to become a problem. You had things to do and assignments to turn in. You couldn’t afford to lose that much-needed time.

“I’ll send you a photo of some really good vitamins.” Your mother insisted over the phone. “I’ve been taking them for months now and they work wonders.”

“I’m not a fan of pills, mom, you know that.” You closed the front door behind you, leaving your bag in the hanger next to it.

“Yes, but these are like gummies… Are you there, honey? I think the line died.”

“Send me the pic, yes. Mom, I’ve got to work on my homework, so I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Oh! Sure, baby. We love you!”

“Bye, mom. I love you, too.”

You ended the call, eyes glued on the dark, still hallway. Homework had been just an excuse to hang up on your mom. You swore you had heard something in your room, similar to footsteps. Your mind, trying to ease your nerves, told you it probably was the neighbors upstairs.

Even if you wanted to go and check, your feet stayed rooted to the floor.

And then, the sound of glass shattering made you run to the front door, holding onto your phone for dear life. When you opened it, a figure in front of it made you scream.

“Wow!” Qian Kun was holding his hands up, as scared as you. “Are you okay?”

“I think there’s someone in my apartment.” Your heart pumped like crazy inside your chest, close to suffering an attack.

“What do you mean you think?”

“I don’t know! I just got here, I was on the phone with my mom and heard footsteps in my room and then…”

“Calm down, calm down.” Kun gently pushed you to the opposite wall of the hall, away from your door, and leaned in a bit to peek at the inside of your apartment. Then, he turned around and whispered. “Is there anything I can use as a weapon? An umbrella, perhaps?”

“My dad gave me a baseball bat but it’s in the kitchen, under the sink.” You whispered back.

“Where’s the kitchen?”

“On your right.”

You watched Kun disappear behind your door. Anxiety was eating you alive, you could barely breathe and there was a possibility of falling if you stepped away from the wall, but you couldn’t leave him alone. So, walking as softly as possible, you got in on time to watch Kun grab the bat.

“Which one’s your bedroom?”

“The door at the end.”

“Stay behind me, just in case.”

“Wait!” You looked around the kitchen, trying to find something you could use as a weapon. A knife would suffice to scare off whoever was in your room. “Alright, let’s go…”

The boy made his way out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Your trembling hands held onto the knife, so hard that your knuckles turned white. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

He stopped in front of the door, glancing at you over his shoulder. He grabbed the handle before opening it abruptly, the wood panel hitting the wall. Kun stepped in, swinging the bat, trying to catch the person inside by surprise.

But it was empty, and you stood there holding the knife up, dumbfounded.

Kun lowered the bat. “Are you sure you heard footsteps?”

“I am!”

You brushed his shoulder as you walked past him, having noticed something missing. You rounded the bed to see what you were looking for lying on the floor: a photo your family had taken in Canada while on holiday, a few days before Jackson’s death.

Pieces of broken glass fell as you lifted it by a corner to leave it on your bedside table, where it usually was. 

“That must be what you heard.” Kun supposed, leaving the bat on your bed.

“I guess so.” You muttered, glancing around to check if something else was broken. Weirdly enough, everything seemed in its place.

“I don’t want to come off as nosy, but,” Kun scratched the back of his head, “do you have any idea who would want to break into your place? A toxic ex-boyfriend, maybe?”

“I’ve never had a boyfriend, so I doubt it.” You picked up a piece of glass from the floor and left it beside the picture. You would throw them away later. “I’m so sorry about this. You have places to be and I just… kidnapped you for nothing.”

“Don’t apologize, you seemed on the verge of passing out.” Kun opened his eyes as if remembering something very important. “I’m Kun, by the way.”

“I know.” You tried to fight the smile that was about to appear on your face. “You’re the golden boy of campus.”

“I thought people had stopped calling me that.” You told him your name when he asked. “You should change the lock, by the way, just in case.”

“Yeah, I better do that.”

After a few seconds of silence, Kun spoke again, with genuine worry. 

“Do you want me to stay a bit longer? I don’t mind.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, you thanked him. Your heartbeat seemed to have gone back to normal, but you were still shaken. And confused.

Maybe you were lacking sleep, but you weren’t making up stuff. Someone had been in your room, someone had broken the picture.

But who? And why?

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“Water’s fine.”

A pair of orbs followed you both as you left the room, the pieces of broken glass, the bat, and the knife long forgotten. He clenched his jaw.

He hadn’t expected an obstacle.

Thanks to the cozy lighting of your lamp and the smell of lavender coming out of your diffuser, you truly relaxed for the first time in weeks.

You didn’t even flinch when the footsteps in the hallway approached, slowly. The moment they reached your door, they ceased.

You didn’t have to wait much for the visitor to reveal himself.

In front of you, there was a boy. A pair of black sweatpants was the only garment he wore. It allowed you to admire his pale skin, which contrasted with his charcoal hair. 

He stood by the door, admiring you from afar. Then, he spoke.

“Are you scared?” To your surprise, you shook your head. “Why not?”

“I like the company.” You replied, giving him a sad smile. “I feel lonely.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?” Again, you shook your head. The boy walked towards the bed, his gaze on you the whole time. “What do you want?”

On all fours, you crawled to the edge of the mattress, hands going up to touch his neck. The skin was cold. It made you shiver, but you didn’t find it uncomfortable; quite the opposite. You craved more contact.

“I want you.”

The boy looked down, getting lost in your eyes. He smirked, realizing that kneeling like that in front of him made it seem as if you were worshiping him. In a way, you were. You just didn’t know it yet.

He caressed your cheek with a stone-cold finger. You closed your eyes at his touch, mouth falling open.

“What’s my name?”

And although you didn’t know, it rolled out of your tongue naturally.

“Taeyong.”

You heard him hiss.

“Open your eyes.”

You obeyed. His skin was no longer pale, but it still felt cold against yours. You swore his eyes had gotten darker. At the sight, you pressed your thighs together.

“Now, lay down.”

You did as you were told, falling on the messy covers of your bed. Taeyong’s hands found your ankles. He caressed the skin with his palms, all the way up to your panties. Your breath hitched as he hooked his fingers in the elastic band, pulling down and letting them fall on the floor.

What followed was your pajama shirt, and soon you found yourself naked in front of Taeyong. No one, except for your mother, had ever seen you naked.

He scanned your body for a few seconds, his eyes finally landing on your breasts.

“You’re a beautiful creature.” Taeyong whispered, placing one knee on the mattress. Your stomach tingled in anticipation as he settled in the space between your legs. “Have you been touched before?”

You avoided looking at Taeyong’s face out of embarrassment. However, his breath hitting your wet core kept you well aware of his position. “No.”

Next thing you knew, he was pressing his open mouth against your entrance, sighing at the taste. You gripped the blue sheets beneath you, getting lost in the foreign but amazing feeling.

His tongue was warm and soft. He licked you eagerly, as if he had been waiting for this moment for years. He dragged his tongue from your folds to your clit, closing his lips around the sensitive bud. 

Something cold pressed against your entrance, and the contrast between it and your burning walls had you squirming away, only for Taeyong to grab your thighs to keep you in place.

Taeyong inserted a long digit inside you, your velvet walls especially welcoming. The tightness of your pussy reminded him that he was the first person to ever stretch you like that. It made his dick twitch in his pants. He was greedy, and the way you swallowed him served as an encouragement to pull out, shoving two fingers instead. He heard you curse as his mouth released your clit.

You were a sight for sore eyes: moans spilling from your mouth, holding onto the sheets to ground yourself. 

“Does it feel good?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” You sighed, licking your dry lips.

The boy pumped his fingers slowly, enamored by the way they disappeared into you and the noises your arousal made each time. Soon he found himself setting a faster pace that had you arching your back, hands falling on his dark hair.

It didn’t feel like your first time at all.

There was no pressure, no doubts. Taeyong knew how and where you liked being touched. There was a connection between the two of you, something difficult to explain.

Taeyong’s tongue found your clit again, and you grabbed a fist of his hair. The growl he let out made you grind against his face. Taeyong stood still, letting you fuck his tongue, but never ceased the movement of his fingers, pushing them further.

Your orgasm wasn’t far, you knew even though you had never felt anything like that. It was like a wave that hit you hard, bruising your skin.

Taeyong, amazed, watched as you came. Your walls hugged his fingers so tightly, you tasted so fucking good. He couldn’t stop, he just couldn’t.

But the overstimulation was unbearable and, eventually, you moved away.

Under your attentive gaze, Taeyong took off his pants. He was thin enough for his hip bones to stick out. His biceps flexed as he grabbed your thighs once again, sliding your body down the bed. His pale skin glowed under the light in an iridescent effect that got you hypnotized.

It was easy for Taeyong to slip into you, being fresh out of an orgasm.

You had seen a lot of movies about first times, fantasizing about your own. Not in a million years would you have imagined all the sensations it would bring.

It hurt a little, but you bit your lower lip, not wanting to look like a loser who couldn’t take dick. Taeyong caressed your frowned forehead in an attempt to ease your pain, but he kept on pushing, only satisfied once he was balls-deep in.

The sting of pain was an open wound that Taeyong tried to stitch up by leaning down to whisper words of encouragement in your ear.

And it worked.

He had barely been inside you, but you wanted him to move. You wanted to know what sex felt like. You wanted the pleasure, the passion, all of it.

Moving your hips made Taeyong understand. He pulled out slowly, only to thrust back again roughly, making you gasp and whine.

Taeyong leaned down, pressing his bony chest against yours, and took the opportunity to make you round his hips with your legs. You fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle.

“You take me so well.” He confessed, quietly, as if the walls could hear. “You’re made for me.”

And, for the first time, Taeyong grabbed your face with his long digits and kissed you. It was passionate, messy, needy. His lips and tongue, once cold as ice, were like a spring day now.

There was a subtle change in the mood. Taeyong was well aware that something had shifted inside him, a change of priorities. You were top on the list now, and he would treat you as such.

He increased his pace with every thrust. You embraced his shoulders, further pressing him against your chest. Not once did Taeyong stop kissing you. He would swallow your noises like the most expensive wine.

“You’re close.” Taeyong said at your walls trapping his dick. You simply nodded, eyes shut, looking for his lips in the dark. He sat up, grabbing a handful of your breasts and squeezing them.

Your hands flew up to grab his wrists.

“Taeyong…”

“Yes.” That proud tone was such a turn-on. You wondered if you were losing your mind. “Say it again.”

Your voice barely made it out as he pounded mercilessly into you. There was a weird feeling in your tummy.

“Taeyong!”

An electric shock crossed your body from top to bottom. Taeyong exploded into you, letting out a grunt that covered your skin in goosebumps.

You were awake. Strands of hair stuck to your sweaty forehead, and the sheets beneath you were uncomfortably damp.

You touched your entrance with your middle finger, moving your hand away the moment you felt the wetness.

What the hell had just happened?

Forming a friendship with Kun wasn’t on your bucket list for the year, but you guessed it was bound to happen.

Ramen nights on Fridays became a tradition and meeting up to study in the library was mandatory.

Everything you have heard about his persona before actually knowing him turned out to be true.

He was the kind of person to choose his words carefully, speaking his mind with the utmost respect towards everyone. Always the smartest person in the room, you couldn’t help but stare at him with tender eyes, amazed by the knowledge he carried.

Falling in love with him was bound to happen.

“I’m choosing the movie next time.” Kun grunted at your words, putting his coat on.

“It wasn’t as bad as you’re making it seem!”

“I literally predicted the ending as soon as it started.” You smarted, your only purpose being as annoying as possible. “It was bad.”

“Fine.” He walked over to your door but didn’t open it. “Should I bring candy next time as an apology?”

The fact that he knew you loved sweets made you smile.

“It’ll do.”

None of you moved. Kun glanced at the picture by the door, giving you the feeling that he was trying to stick around a little more.

You wouldn’t complain.

“I want to ask you something, but I don’t want to look stupid.”

You quickly responded.

“You’d never look stupid.”

“Do you have feelings for me?”

You wondered if your sincerity would take a toll on your friendship. But if Kun was asking, there had to be a reason.

“Why are you asking me this?”

“Because,” Kun sighed, “I have feelings for you.”

You couldn’t help it. You tiptoed and crashed your lips against his. They were soft, just like him.

The kiss was a dream come true. You held onto the collar of his coat and he grabbed the sides of your face, both pulling each other closer, and giggled when you had to break it off to catch some air.

He left shortly after, having set a day for your first official date. You had wondered if you should have invited him to spend the night, but Kun was a gentleman.

He would never.

That night, Taeyong burst into your room like a hurricane. He threw every single item on your vanity to the floor. He punched the mirror, which broke under his fist, yet not a single drop of blood stained his skin.

There wasn’t an ounce of fear in your system, deep down knowing the reason why Taeyong was so mad.

He locked eyes with his disfigured reflection in the mirror before turning around.

“Do you love him?” He asked, his nostrils flaring up.

You shrugged. “I like him.”

“Do you love him?” Taeyong repeated. Finding no answer, he straightened his back. “What’s my name?”

“Taeyong.”

“Do you love me?”

“I desire you.”

He wasn’t satisfied with your answer, though knew better than trying to change your mind. He told you to turn around, his dark voice sending shivers down your spine. You got on all fours and waited.

Where Taeyong had been kind and gentle the first time, he was rough and violent. He ripped your underwear in half, making you gasp, and he grabbed your hair as he forced his way into you, ignoring the whimper you let out.

His thrusts were erratic. You knew he wasn’t chasing his high or yours, he just wanted to cause pain, inflict dominance. He wanted you to know who was in charge, who you belonged to.

And you allowed him to have you his way, equally drown in pleasure and worry. You weren't yourself when you were with him, he unleashed a side of yourself you couldn't recognize.

Taeyong freed your hair, but his hands soon closed around your neck. Air got stuck in your throat as you desperately tried to inhale.

He wasn’t playing.

“If you bring him here again…” He growled, his demonic tone ringing in your ear. “I’ll kill him.”

You lurched awake, gasping for air.

There was no way that had been just a dream. It had felt too vivid, too real for it to be a figment of your imagination.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, adrenaline still pretty much flowed through your veins.

Something felt off. 

The light coming from the streetlamps was dim, yet it allowed you to scan the room. 

The door was open, but you couldn’t put your finger on whether you had left it that way before crawling into bed. Your eyes moved towards your vanity and mirror; nothing out of place. You caught movement from the corner of your eye in the wall beside your window. Squinting, you tried to make out a figure in the darkness.

And you found it.

He had been observing you way before you saw him, inhaling your fear like the best drug ever made.

With no reason to keep hiding, Taeyong took a step into the light. He looked at you with the intensity of a predator about to kill, but you couldn’t move.

Taeyong opened his mouth.

“Hi.”

You jumped out of the covers, falling to the floor because of your numb legs. You looked back to Taeyong, who had taken a step closer, and crawled towards the switch on the other side of the room.

His footsteps were light, but his presence was strong. You knew where he was even if you couldn’t hear him.

You punched the switch before turning around. Under the lights, everything seemed perfectly fine.

But your uneasy heart and shaking body knew better. They knew that Taeyong was still hiding in the darkest spot he could find, observing.

Waiting.

Your apartment was haunted.

Nothing else could explain all the things that had been happening ever since the Ouija session went wrong.

Getting help was urgent, and you knew exactly where to find it.

That’s how you found yourself knocking on Mihyo’s door eagerly on the morning of the next day. A wave of surprise washed over her face as soon as she saw you.

“Oh…” She muttered. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You hesitated for a moment. “I have to talk to you. Can I?”

Mihyo took a step to the side, letting you in. You sat on her couch, drying your sweaty palms by rubbing them against the rough fabric of your jeans. Mihyo sat on an armchair, in front of you, and waited.

You didn't know how or where to start. Although Mihyo was familiar with the paranormal world, you feared she would think you were losing your mind. Hell, even you did!

“So, what’s wrong?”

“Please, don’t think that I’m crazy.” You began, aware that the phrase would set a difficult start. “Ever since the… incident, weird things have been happening in my apartment.”

“What do you mean by weird?”

You breathed in, trying to calm your nerves. Recalling the events gave you chills.

“Some weeks ago, I heard footsteps in my bedroom, and even though no one was there when I came in, a picture I had on my bedside table was on the floor. But the worst thing is that I’ve been seeing someone, a man, in my dreams. And not only in my dreams. I think he’s haunting me.”

Mihyo bit her lip throughout your confession, finding it hard to make eye contact with you. During the few seconds in which nothing, not even your breath, could be heard in the living room, you thought that perhaps you were a little bit crazy. You definitely sounded like it.

“I’m going to ask you something, but don’t take it the wrong way.” Mihyo spoke. “Have you, like… had sex with this man? In those dreams?”

The fact that she was asking gave you goosebumps, because it meant she knew something that you didn’t, and judging by her tone, it wasn’t good news.

Slowly, you nodded.

“Are you a virgin?”

Awkwardly, you switched your position on the sofa, playing with your fingers. “Yes.”

Mihyo straightened her back, sighing.

“Well, the good news is that you aren’t insane. The bad news is that you’re right.” As you rubbed your face, unable to form any coherent sentence, Mihyo continued. “Apparently, there are some ghosts that prey on virgins, using sex as an energy drainer. Have you felt more tired lately?”

“I have, but I thought I was just burnt out.”

“He’s feeding on your energy to get stronger. That way, he’ll be capable of crossing the threshold and stepping into our world. If he does so, he’ll be able to do whatever he wants.”

You blinked twice, speechless. The situation was simply overwhelming.

“So, basically, I’m fucked.” Mihyo couldn’t even disagree. “But if we were invoking Jackson, why did he appear?”

“An Ouija board isn’t a phone, you see? The person answering might not be the one you were calling.” You cursed under your breath. “I guess he has been waiting for someone to open the door, you know?”

“What do I do, Mihyo?” Your lip trembled, and upon seeing you on the verge of tears, Mihyo sat down next to you, patting your back. “Should I move out?”

“The apartment isn’t the problem. He’s stuck to you. He’ll follow, wherever you go.” A sob ripped your throat. If only you had known better. “But don’t worry, we can fix this. We must open the session again and close it properly this time. The only problem is, those who were there the first time should be there again.”

Obviously, it was Heejin Mihyo was referring to. To be honest, you wouldn’t blame her if she refused.

“How’s she doing?”

“We barely speak now.” Mihyo admitted, rather sadly. “She’s been avoiding me, but her roommates told me she has been acting weird: she can barely sleep, she’s having nightmares, and she’s not doing well in class.”

The burden of guilt felt right on your back.

“God, how could we’ve been so stupid?”

“I’ll convince her.” Mihyo took your hand, trying to give you the illusion of safety. “Don’t worry. We’ll fix this.”

Much to your surprise, you found them both waiting at your door.

Mihyo was right, she looked terrible. She had bags under her eyes and had bitten her nails to the point of gnawing on the skin. Although the wounds had been tried to be covered with bandaids, you could still see them. It looked like she hadn’t washed her hair in weeks. Heejin muttered a low hello to you, and nothing else came from her mouth.

A blast of cold air hit your face the moment you stepped into your place, making you shiver, but not from the cold. It came from a window that you didn’t remember leaving open, but you knew better than to scare Heejin to death. You simply walked towards the window and closed it.

Just like the first time, Mihyo lit up candles and placed them on the floor, forming a circle with the Ouija board in the middle.

You couldn’t shake the eerie feeling of something possibly going wrong, very wrong. But, if you wanted your old life back, you had to suck it up and solve it, so you were the first to sit in front of the board and place your index fingers on the pointer. Mihyo followed and, after a moment of hesitation, Heejin.

“What’s his name?”

“Taeyong.” Mihyo nodded, letting you know that the session was about to start.

“We want to talk to Taeyong.” She said out loud. “Taeyong, are you there?”

He didn’t take long to answer, the pointer moving to the word yes.

“It’s not you that we wanted to contact, Taeyong. It’s time to go back where you belong.” The pointer remained in its place, and you allowed yourself to fantasize about the idea of him being gone. “We’ll close the session now.”

“No.”

That familiar voice ricocheted against the walls of your living room, turning your stomach. You thought you had just heard it in your head, but as you glanced at the girls before you, you understood that it hadn’t been the case. Heejin was white as paper, on the verge of passing out. She made the pretense of separating her fingers from the pointer, only for Mihyo to scream at her to stay where she was.

“Taeyong, you don’t belong here!” Mihyo screamed. “You have to go!”

It happened in the blink of an eye.

Taeyong appeared where the Ouija board was, stomping on Mihyo’s hand. The girl let out a gut-wrenching scream as she held her hand, eyes fixed on her crooked, broken fingers. Taeyong slapped her with the force of a thousand men, and she fell limp on the floor.

Your first instinct was to grab Heejin and drag her up with you, making a run towards the door. You tried to be quick but Taeyong was quicker, grabbing Heejin’s hair and yanking her back, causing you to fall. Pain spread from your shoulder to your wrist.

You looked up in time to watch Taeyong slam Heejin’s head against the wall, the noise of something cracking flooding the room, and watched in horror as he threw her away as if she was nothing, a string of blood sliding from her forehead down to her cheek.

The apartment fell silent.

“You.” His black eyes fell on you. You were paralyzed. “How could you do this to me?”

You opened your mouth, trying to say something, but nothing came out.

“I tried to be understanding. I allowed him in here, thinking that fucking you like a bitch would make you develop the slightest loyalty towards me. And what do you do?”

Taeyong took a step forward, snapping you out of your trance and forcing you to crawl back.

“You try to send me back. As if I meant nothing to you.”

For every step he took, you moved away. Eventually, there was nothing but a wall behind you. You pressed your back against it, thinking that if you pushed enough you would go through it.

“I’m not a monster.” He said. Then, he crouched down and pointed at the girls. You couldn’t bring yourself to look. “This is your fault.”

A single tear rolled down your cheek as you opened your mouth once again. Struggling to find the words that got stuck in your throat, you ended up whispering.

“I’m sorry.”

Taeyong tilted his head to the side. For a second you thought that you would get away alive. He looked at you with nurturing eyes, the way you glance at a child who has said something incredibly innocent and naïve.

“I know you are. I am, too.”

You didn’t have time to process his words as he straddled your lap. Desperation and fear flooded your mind as Taeyong closed his long, bony fingers around your neck, stopping any air from getting to your lungs.

But you wouldn’t go without a fight. You kicked the air, you scratched his face, his eyes, but it was like trying to catch vapor.

You thought of your parents, of Matt. Losing another kid, another sibling, would break them. You thought of Heejin and Mihyo, who had lost their lives because you didn’t know better. You thought of Kun, lamenting not having said something sooner.

As you slowly lost consciousness, you came to terms with the fact that you were going to die. Through your half-closed eyes, you took your time to take in the face of your murderer.

He was insanely beautiful, like the fallen angel.

You breathed in so quickly that you choked, coughing as you got up. You jumped over Heejin’s dead body, repeating to yourself that there was nothing you could do for her or Mihyo other than find help.

You left the door open and ran down the empty hallway. When you turned around the corner, you found yourself inside your apartment again, in your hall. You could see your furniture from your position.

You swore you had left your apartment. You tried again, and again. Yet every time you turned around the corner, you appeared in your hall.

No rational explanation could make you understand what was happening. It felt like a sleep paralysis experience: knowing that you were dreaming but unable to do anything to wake up. Except this was real life, and you were trapped.

Then, you saw it.

It hadn’t been Heejin’s body the one you had jumped over. It had been yours. Your open eyes pointed to the ceiling, devoid of any life.

Your body collapsed and you fell to the floor, on your knees, weeping like a child. You called for your mom, your brother, Kun.

“There’s no need to cry.” Taeyong’s words were sweet like honey, but they made you want to vomit. “It’s not as bad as it seems.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” You cried. “Why, why?”

“You told me you were lonely.” His faked innocence didn’t go unnoticed. “I was lonely, too, but now I have you.”

“Please, please, let me go…”

“Now we have each other.” The smile on Taeyong’s face was prominent but never reached his eyes. “For eternity.”

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[daddyhausen]

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「 SUMMARY 」 — you’ve never squirted before. matt makes it his mission to make her squirt multiple times over

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], fingering, soft sex, groping, praise, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 3.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x matt jackson

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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matt sat at the edge of the bed completely perplexed by the string of words that just left your lips. all the while you crumpled into an embarrassed heap, red faced and naked before your loving husband, shying away into your knees to avoid his pleading gaze

“wait wait…’ he began, joining you at the top of the bed, back pressed against the headboard, still trying. to gauge your words

“what do you mean you’ve never squirted before?” he questioned, repeating your words, smoothing down stray strands of hair that fell across your eyes and atop your forearms. his hand made its way under your chin, guiding your face up to meet his gaze. the honey-brown of his irises bared his soul, trying to give comfort in your rather self-imposed, embarrassment

your eyes scanned his features, hoping to not find any mockery or judgement behind them. you didn’t, thankfully. you knew matt loved you wholeheartedly. he was mature enough to not judge you on something so juvenile and quite frankly unimportant. yet in the back of your mind, your own thoughts kept persisting, just lingering on that he might find your repulsive or not a decent lover.

you opened your mouth to speak but hesitated for a moment, letting a soft breath exhale from your lips before shutting them again. the calloused pad of matt’s thumb swiped over your bottom lip daintily, smearing some of the glittery lip gloss you’d been adorning throughout the day, his thumb now shiny and shimmering under soft lamp-light, an almost golden hue to the pearlescent speckles that graced his skin.

“its not that i’ve never wanted to…” you began, biting your bottom lip in hesitance as your avoided your loving husbands gaze once more, cheeks buried with a heated fury, all the while matt stared with a worried yet, understanding glance

“i just…i’ve tried but i don’t know how…” you admitted coyly, a small chuckle leaving your lips just at how ridiculous this entire scenario sounded. especially falling on the ears of your adoring husband, who was nothing short of compassionate throughout every ordeal you faced. he surely knew that this would have not been an easy thing for you to confess.

he understood that women were always put high on a pedestal of sexual prowess, needing to be good but not too good to overshadow their male counterparts. experienced but not to the point where they know more than he. consequently not inexperienced enough to not know what they’re doing. to be virgins but not be clueless, to be experienced but to not have slept around. the expectation was too high to compete with, he’s come across women who feel like they need to fuck like porn stars in order to please their lovers, being able to endure such reckless, uneducated encounters and be expected to put out afterwards.

matt gave a solomon hum in response, placing a gentle hand upon your knee tracing featherlight shaped up and down your calf, from knee to ankle, travelling slowly back up your thigh until he rested the tips of his fingers against your exposed hip bone. he leaned into you, his free hand wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your warm, naked frame into his chest, allowing you to listen to the soft, rhythmic thrums of his heart beat amongst the silence that flooded the bedroom. his fingers threaded lightly through the strands of hair, massaging your scalp with slow, gentle strokes

“you know i love you, right?” he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper, accompanied with a subtle, tired and husky rasp that you’d become so accustomed to in the midnight hours over the years. you replied with a small him, nuzzling yourself into the warmth of his broad chest. his head resting idly atop of yours, leaning down to kiss your hairline before pulling away to gaze upon your features momentarily

“and i never want you to think you need to be embarrassed of things like this. don’t this you not being able to do something makes me love you any less”

the calloused pad of his thumbs felt so coarse against your smooth cheeks. your heated skin burning against the relative coolness of his palms, succumbing to his touch, his embrace. the whites of your eyes become glossy, pupils blown with adoration and utmost love towards your husband, who stared back with the most endearing smile that you could not help but fall deeper in love with.

“you want me to help you?” matt quipped with his usual flirtatious tone, amorous flair dripping from the tip of his tongue. your body grew more heated, a furious blush burned your cheeks, feeling him nuzzle into your neck and squeeze at your hips

“and how would you go about doing that?” you murmured seductively, leaning up to trail kisses against his jawline, the corse, wiry strands of his beard tickled your skin. he pursed his lips into a thin line, humming sweetly with a cocky undertone, almost as if he was challenging your words

“i have my ways” he retorted, resuming his fiery passion with hungry kisses across your jawline and neck. matt shuffled slightly in the mattress, the silky bed sheets provided a cool sensation to his hot flesh. he positioned himself behind you, his large chest pressed against your back, a calming effect it had on you, setting aside your nerves for now as he held you close.

matt began to lick and nip at your neck, taking the soft skin between his lips and lightly nibbling and marking the flesh. a chorus of soft moans reverberated into your skin, making your writhe and shudder closer into him

“matt…” you whimpered, feeling his ring-worn palms brush against your perky nipples, the swollen buds sensitive and overstimulated from his persistent touching, eventually he took them between two fingers, his index finger and thumb, lightly twirling and yanking them as pleasured moans erupted from your lips

“please…” you continued between shaky breaths, matt gave your nipples one final tug, and a hard one at that, the initial sting as he release sent shockwaves of pleasure to your core. he returned to groping your breasts, the pillowy mounds turning to soft, malleable putty in his palms, squeezing and contorting the flesh however he saw fit.

“be patient, princess…” matt’s words were tantalisingly sweet in your ears, his voice still held that low rumble, reminiscent of a growl or another guttural sounding remark. his hands trailed slowly down your stomach, delicate touches were all you felt at the feeling would grow and dissipate in intervals the lower his digits sunk. eventually, he stopped at the mound of your sex, tracing the indents of your hip bones and pelvis, the axis of where your thigh and hip met, down your thighs and close to your ass where flesh was not covered by silky cream coloured sheets.

your skin burned and tingled with his touch, so desperate, craving him more. begging for him to please you like a husband should. his fingers continued to explore your flesh, inching back to your mound, in between your thighs where he slotted both hands between them, slowly beckoning your thighs open.

“spread ‘em for you, sweetheart” you gave no resistance as he spread your thighs apart for you. his fingers traced delicate lines across your mound, with one finger between your folds, spreading your wetness around and against your inner thighs. your moans sweet, interjected with small hitches of your breath each time your husband’s rugged finger would circle around your clit

“so wet for me” he muttered against the skin of your neck, words muffled through frantic kisses. he spread your folds further, dipping two fingers into the warm wetness of your cunt. despite just being his fingers, the stretch of your cunt around him was nothing short of wonderful, feeling both digits curl deep inside you was just as mesmerising as the first time you both engaged in it

his name mixed in with your moans, so ravenous with so much want for your husband’s touch. his lips pecked the delicate skin, peppering feverish kisses to your jawline, feeling himself grow hard against the small of your back. a throb that was persistent and evident against your skin. his tip engorged and red, drooling with warm beads of pre-cum, uncontrollable with his lust

“good girl…” he cooed, nipping gingerly at your earlobe. “you ‘ve always been so good for me”

all you could muster was a small hum in response, feeling his fingers dig and curl deeper into your dripping cunt, the digits glossy with your sweetness each time he would pry them from your warmth. you tilted your head back, gasping and moaning into his jawline, leaving wet open-mouth kisses to the flesh.

the rumbles of his moans resonating low in his chest, the soft vibration between your shoulder blades and against your back. it was a comfort you’d found yourself melting into, a comfort that made life feel safe and serene. just warm against the heat of his chest

his fingers curled deeper into your void, gathering your sticky wetness, about ready to spill down your thighs. he could feel the heavy pulses around his digits, the pull of your cunt dragging him deeper into the void of arousal. his cock throbbing with such desires that could rival the sinful wanting of the devil himself. matt’s teeth would gently nip and bit at your skin, pulling you out of your euphoric pleasures for a moment to gasp and mewl at the sensation

“matt…” you whimpered once more, his name lingering on the cusp of your breaths, rolling off the tip of your tongue with such ease and much to his amusement. your cunt ached with a dull throb, pulsating with heat as you tried to calm yourself, feeling that arousal bubble in your belly, wetness beginning to pool around your husband’s fingers.

“don’t fight it, princess. just let it happen” matt cooed sweetly, momentarily deafening the wet squelching sound between your thighs, a pool of wetness vide toy forming between them.

“oh fuck-“ you cried out, orgasm rushing through you like a tidal wave.

“that’s it, pretty girl” your husband’s voice lulled you through your orgasm, blankets damp, a puddle of your juices between your shaking thighs. matt’s finger is still forcibly filling your void, egging you on, desperate to get another orgasm out of you.

“matt please…” you cried out again. the sound of your wet, dripping cunt, oozing warmth around your husband’s fingers was almost too much to bear. matt remained silent momentarily, merely enjoying the sounds your body produced. the sweet wet squelch between your thighs, your frantic whimpers, your please for him to give you more, something, anything. just another chance to revel in your orgasm.

“give me one more, sweetheart. i know you can”

“matt i can’t-“ you panted, evidently breathless from the lovely assault from his fingers. your cunt so overly and thoroughly stimulated. so sensitive to his touch, body practically jolting and shuddering every time his fingers would curl inside of your cunt or gingerly graze across your clit.

with that, you spilled over once more. this time matt releasing his fingers from your void. your sweetness gushing down your thighs, like a fountain. an audible gasp left your lips at the visible wet stain between your thighs, the sheets completely soaked, as were matt’s fingers. the calloused digits literally dripping with you, with your sweetness, the culmination of your arousal

he gave no hesitation in bringing them towards his lips, sucking and cleaning his fingers, his tongue lapping up your sweetness like a man lost in the desert dying of thirst. that insatiable thirst instantly quenched upon your juices mingling with his taste buds

you could not help but be overcome with a profound embarrassment, cheeks heated and flush with orgasm but also shame. you’d ruined your favourite bedsheets, made a mess of them. your inner thighs glistening and wet with your own warmth. you don't necessarily know how to feel, despite your husband's resounding, proud smile. you felt…disgusted in a way at yourself for making such a mess. matt took note of your sombre expression, his mood chipper mood instantly softening to one of worry and heartache

“no, my sweet girl. you did so well”

it’s like he could read your thoughts, his mind synching with your own in some telepathic marital bond. his hands fell to your shoulders, massaging the taut flesh, trying to absolve some of your stress and worries away. his lips leaving soft, lingering kisses to the back of your head, subtly in having your sweet scent.

“you sure?” you questioned, desperate for your loving husband’s undying reassurance. “i mean. i made a mess”

the aforementioned bedsheets, soaked, cold and sticking to your heated skin slightly

“that’s the fun part” matt retorted cheerfully, trying to brighten up the mood. he wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, pulling you in, once more to his chest, his breathing regaining slightly, feeling the subtle thrum of his heartbeat against your back.

“don’t worry about the sheets sweetheart. go get yourself ready in the shower, i’ll be with you in a minute” matt hummed softly against your hair, plain going another lingering kiss to your temple before getting up, gathering the sheets in a bundle as you stood up.

you made your way into the bathroom, your cunt still aching and dripping with pleasure. you sure as hell knew matt wasn’t done with you yet. the heated lights rained down on your skin, only emphasising the burning sensation that ran throughout your body. turning the water on, letting the water run cold for a moment before stepping in, hoping it would cool down some of the desire that burned within you.

you hissed as the frozen water met your skin, soon feeling relieved as it effectively cooled down your system. in matt’s absence you gathered the lavender and bergamot shampoo in your palm, lathering it in your hair, sighing in relief at the sensation. matt silently entered alongside you, placing sweet kisses to your neck and the tops of your shoulders as you raised the shampoo out of your hair. his hips instantly began grinding against your ass, his cock still semi-hard against your skin.

“god i fucking love you, princess” he mumbled against your skin, guiding the swollen tip of his cock bee teen your thighs, parting your soaked folds , slipping his cock deep inside of your wet cunt. you gasped at the sensation, at the force of his movements. he smelled into you with vigorous force trying to pry another orgasm from your walls almost instantly. water beating down on both your skin, enveloping you in clouds of steam and sweat sticky against your skin

you hummed along the lines of an “i love you too” in response to your husband’s loving praise. his cock stretching and slamming deep into your aching cunt. your body shuddering with pleasure, still so overstimulated from your first orgasm, that you could barely stand. matt wrapped an arm around your waits, keeping you still while repeatedly fucking you back onto his cock.

the gentle lulls and pulls of his movements kept you alert, on edge a matter of fact. brain hard wired, fixated on nothing but chasing your inevitable orgasm. your husband’s hands hungrily groped your flesh, trailing up towards your breasts, staring at your hips where he previously held, fingernails digging into the skin, not hard enough to cause bruising, but strong enough to leave small indents in their wake. travelling upward, his palms mingling with the supple flesh of your waist, caressing the small soft pouch of your tummy that jutted out slightly, your womb although empty for the time being, soon to be prime and ready for nurturing and growing his offspring. he held his hands stagnant against your flesh for a little longer than anticipated, simply daydreaming of the day where your belly would finally be swollen and full of his seed. he rid the thought from his mind hastily, focusing on the now, which was to make your pretty cunt drool around his cock.

his hands finally came to your breasts, instantly squeezing them, massaging the mounds of supple, pillowy flesh between both his palms in intervaling circles, feeling your swollen nipples harden against the parts between his fingers. moans spilling from your lips like a chorus of angels harmonising, in pure wanderlust the both of you were.

in a moment of pleasure your eyes met, arching your head to the side, meeting his gaze, staring deep into those pools of cocoa, almost black of his irises, pupils dilated in a frenzy of arousal. breaths being caught between booth your parted lips, swallowing each others moans

“cum around this cock, princess. i know you want to” matt cooed, his voice sickly sweet on the tip of his tongue, his breaths beginning to labour and shaky with uncertain breaths, his body shuddering and jutting against yours just as desperate for release. in a frantic attempt to help your husband get you off, you let two fingers fall between your thighs, beginning to stroke and rub your aching clit in circles, the pearl oversensitive to your own rough touches

“oh fuck. matt please! i’m cumming-“ your cries muffled with the hum of the shower. squirting around your husband’s cock just as you did his fingers previously. the result is far more intense, visually and physically, despite your thighs already coated in a warm slick from your previous orgasm, the sensation only heightened the second time round. matt’s praises fell on deaf ears, a dull, almost deafening ring buzzing through your ears as you were finally relieved of your orgasm, completely unresponsive to the fact you husband had just filled you to the brim, his seed coating your outer folds, mingling with the sticky wetness of your own orgasm on your inner thighs.

“such a fucking messy girl…” matt breathes into the crook of your neck, peppering lazy kisses to your skin, trailing up tp behind your ear.

“should make you cum like that more often”

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Man in the Mirror

Matt Jackson x female reader

Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW

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“He’s playing fucking head games, with us.” Matt said pacing in the hotel room, “He couldn’t just take the nice retirement package and leave no, he had to bring a goth boy and a geriatric with him. “ his voice agitated, “ I now have to end one of the icons of this business and his friends as well.”

I had been lying in bed watching this soliloquy, slightly amused and slightly annoyed by this sudden crisis of conscience. “ Really? One of the icons of the sport, you’re doing what has to be done. The sport is ready for new icons, new greats. The geriatric in question should’ve been ended long ago.” I said an impatient tone in my voice.

“ I don’t recognize myself some days, when I look in the mirror.” his eyes showing a sadness that broke my heart. “ How have I become the villain ? No one understands why I have to do the things I have to do.” his hand reaching for the glass of wine on the table.

“Matt, listen they forced your hand, they forced you to have to make the hard decisions. Changing the world was never going to be easy. You’re doing this for everyone, the ones who don’t have spots because of this old guard who refuses to move on. Besides you either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.. You’ve just always had someone else to get their hands dirty for you, or you did it because someone told you to. You’ve stabbed everyone you’ve ever loved in the back at one point or another, you’ll forgive yourself in time, as they have forgiven you. I don’t know why this upsets you when you played into Kenny’s psychotic vendetta against Cole and Page.” I sipped my own wine . “Is it because Kenny isn’t calling the shots this time? Is it because you’re having to lead? Is it because …” my words cut off as Matt straddled me on the bed, his hands tracing lines of my throat. “ I wouldn’t finish that thought” ,he kissed me, his mouth fighting for dominance, as I relented. Our hands grabbing at each other’s clothes in a frenzy, pulling and removing them as they were thrown on the floor.

His hands moved down my body, only lightly teasing the places , he knew I loved. “Are you going to be a good girl or am I going to have to fuck that attitude out of you?” his voice cool and controlled, his touch soft,as his calloused hands dipped lower. “ I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just please touch me Matt” the pathetic desperation in my tone made him smile. “ There’s my good girl, not so mouthy now” his mouth claiming mine as his hand teased my folds. He swallowed my groan as his practiced fingers went to work, his mouth moved down my body to my breasts. “Is this what you needed?”before he took my nipple in his mouth. “ Yes”, I said my mind barely coherent “Yes what?” he said stopping all movement “Yes sir” I was immediately rewarded as his thumb moved over my clit and his teeth grazed my nipple. A moan fell from my lips, I felt my body giving itself over to him. “ princess it’d be so easy to let you cum right now, and nothing would make me happier than to take care of you right now.” His fingers moving inside me, teasing strokes inching deeper. “However, you said some hurtful truths earlier, now you’re gonna have to wait till I say to cum.” his hands spreading my thighs , as he aligned himself with my aching core. “So desperate for me, for someone you thought was afraid to lead I’m leading you pretty well aren’t I ?” his tone slightly menacing, “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry sir” I said . His mouth back on mine as he entered me, his body worked mine, the angle he chose was meant to drive both of us quickly to our own release. My fingers scratched his back as he hit that spot deep inside, he hissed . He picked up his speed his controlled thrusts becoming erratic , “ Princess come for me, milk my cock , show me how much you need me.” I clenched pulling him in and holding him there, as I shattered around him, his thrusts and little groans and whimpers as he released inside of me in my ear. My hands running through his hair as his face laid in the crook of my neck. “ Matt, I do understand. “ my words soft and soothing allowing him to stay there as long as he needed. “I know you’re doing this for us.” My hands running softly up his back. When he finally moved, he was Matt again, the softness in his features returned. He laid his head on my chest,he was quiet for a longtime, the war inside him quieted for the first time.

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-Cillian Murphy/ characters: (Jackson Rippner, Tom Shelby, Neil Lewis, Jonathan Crane, Kitten Braden, Jim: 28 days later, Emmett: a quiet place part II, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tom Buckley)

-Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, JJ,

-The Bear: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Sugar Berzatto

-Saw: Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Jill Tuck, Lynn Denlon (for ships: I’ll do chainshipping, coffinshipping, and shotgunshipping/lynnmanda!)

-American Horror Story (All seasons up to Cult with the addition of 1984. Only ships if they are canon (by season, I mean)! i.e: I won’t do Kit Walker (s2) x Madison Montgomery (s3) or anything! And for canon relationships, I will do any season besides NYC and Delicate as long as they are already together. For example, I would do Montana and Richard from 1984.)

-Nip/Tuck: Sean McNamara, Christian Troy, Matt McNamara, Julie McNamara, Liz Cruz, Eden Lord, Sophia Lopez, Kimber Henry

-DC villains (from the Nolan trilogy or Gotham tv show! I will specify from which one I mean. I’ll also write Batman but that’s the only “hero”/vigilante)

-Peaky blinders: Luca Changretta, Tom Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Finn Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Oswald Mosley

-Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick: any characters! (For ships, I only rlly know IceMav 😭 but I’m open to others! I’ll also do penny!reader)

-Bridgerton/ Queen Charolette: Daphne x Simon, George x Charolette, Anthony x Kate, Colin x Penelope (and all of these characters individually as well as Benedict, Violet, Eloise, and the Featherington sisters! *Edit for season 3*: Lord Debling, Lord Stirling, Lady Arnold, Lord Anderson, Francesca Bridgerton, Cressida Cowper)

-Community: Professor Ian Duncan, Jeff Winger, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry , Annie Edison, Troy Barnes

-Impractical Jokers: Joe Gatto, Sal Vulcano, James Murray, Brian Quinn

-Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Destiel (will not do Wincest or Wincestiel)

-X-files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, MSR

-BBC Sherlock (only JohnLock)

-Good omens (only Ineffable husbands)

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(Any other characters im open to! Just PM me to see if I know the fandom/media they’re in, or rec with a few options! I’ll ignore if I don’t know them <;3)

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Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Nick Jackson x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 815

Summary: Nick spends all week secretly planning and preparing for his love’s surprise birthday party.

Warnings: None

A/N: Hope you had the best birthday @katries 🎉 Love you bunches!! 🫶🏻🩵💜

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All week long Nick was on a mission. His mission? To throw the best surprise birthday party for his talented and gorgeous girlfriend. Despite having been together for such a short period of time, Nick wanted to go all out, to show her he cared and how much he loves her. Nick casually asked about what her preference of cake was at the end of last week. He wanted to be prepared ahead of time so he could make sure everything was perfect. He called up all her friends and some of his as well.

He asked for a few of her friends to get her out of the house for the day so he could decorate. About an hour into it Nick realized he needed help if he wanted to get this done on time. So called up the one person he could always count on — his brother Matt.

The two brothers worked together in hanging a banner and streamers. “Something’s missing.” Nick stated as he took in their progress. He went through his mental check list. Banner? Check. Streamers? Check. Balloons? Nick’s eyes darted around the room. No balloons. “The balloons are missing. Did you get them on your way here like I asked?” Nick spun on his heel to face Matt.

“Yes, Nick. I got the cake too.” Matt rolled his eyes. Matt wasn’t really that annoyed, he just liked giving Nick a hard time and what better way than stressing him out?

Nick froze. The cake! The most important part of a birthday party! How could he have forgotten? Thank God for Matt’s thinking because Nick’s was everywhere all at once. “Thanks. I can’t believe I forgot.” Nick mentally kicked himself for almost ruining the party. The party he was dead set on making perfect because his girl deserved perfection. To him, she was perfection.

“Don’t mention it.” Matt shrugged. “I’ll grab the balloons from the car. The cake is the fridge.” Matt called as he exited the living room and went out the front door.

Let’s have a look at this cake. Nick opened the fridge and there sat the cake on the middle shelf in a pink box with a clear plastic window to view the top of the cake. Nick set the cake on the kitchen island across from the fridge. Perfect.

Matt helped Nick place clusters of balloons in various places around the living room and move a few pieces of furniture around to accommodate for the guests.

The boys took a step back, admiring their work. The room looked ready for a party and the timing couldn’t have been any better. The doorbell rang indicating the first guest had arrived. “Thanks for helping me, Matt. It means a lot.” Nick thanked his brother once again, his hand on the doorknob.

Matt waved off the compliment. “It’s what brothers are for. Plus she’s a cool girl and makes you happy, and as mushy as it sounds, that’s all I want for you.”

Nick smiled at that and opened the door. A small group of her friends had arrived, gifts in hand. “Hey girls, come on in. The gifts can go on the kitchen island next to the cake.” He stepped aside and let them enter.

Soon the whole living room and part of the kitchen was filled with people and gifts. A text from Nick’s phone caught his attention.

From: Laken

On our way back. She’s getting suspicious.

Nick quickly got everyone’s attention and gave them go ahead to hide. He flicked the lights off and minutes later a car pulled in the driveway. He was beyond glad he remembered to have the guest follow the driveway on around behind the house to park. He could hear her asking about why the lights were off and getting the response that maybe he forgot to pay the light bill. Laughter followed and he couldn’t help but quietly laugh too, shaking his head.

Keys jingled outside the door, then the keys turned and unlocked the door. It opened and suddenly the lights were flicked on. “SURPRISE!!!” The whole room erupted with cheers and confetti fell from confetti poppers.

All the running around and pretending to forget her birthday was worth it when Nick saw that reaction, shock mixed with disbelief and overwhelming happiness. “Did you really think I’d forget my girl’s birthday?” Nick teased, wrapping her up in a tight embrace followed by a tender kiss. “Let’s party birthday girl! There’s a cake over there just waiting for you to make a wish and blow out the candles.”

Nick was pleased with himself as he watched the love of his life eat cake, dance, and open gifts. The only thoughts crossing his mind was how in this world was he going top this party next year but most importantly, how they would celebrate later, just the two of them.

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[themultifandomgal]

Hello again, with another request about Blake Gallo x female reader, it can be somewhat based on the first chapter where he appears, when he scales those balconies, about the reader seeing the rescue on the news, and she decides to break up with him because he takes too many risks in his job. The thing is, she wanted to tell him that she's pregnant but decides not to say anything. After three years, they meet again, and he sees her with a child, his son, they talk about the issue. With some angst, but with a fluffy ending. Feel free to change anything as you wish.

By the way, "Happy (belated) New Year," I hope you've started this year well. Gracias. <3 <3 <3

Blake Gallo- Our Son Pt1

3 years ago I left my boyfriend Blake Gallo. Watching him leave for work everyday and not knowing if I was going to see him again stressed me out so much, to the point I was making myself ill. The final straw for me was when I watch Blake scale a balcony on the TV. I couldn’t do it anymore, especially since I found out I was pregnant. I was so scared that stress would cause a miscarriage. Call me selfish, but I tried to talk to Blake about him taking to many risks, being the first one to jump at the opportunity to risk his own life. I was scared. Now 2 years later I am a single mother to a gorgeous little boy and I’m back in Chicago knowing that Blake should have the opportunity to meet his son. With my son on my hip I walk into the firehouse

"YN? Is that you?” I turn and see Matt Casey walking towards me

“Hi Matt” I give him a little smile. Matts gaze down to my little boy

“Who’s this?”

“This is Jackson” I smile looking at my son

“And the dad?”

“That’s why I’m here. Is Blake around?”

"Come with me" I follow Matt further into the firehouse

"Gallo. You've got a visitor" that’s when Blake looks up at me from the table

“YN?”

"Hi" is all YN can say.

To have a bit of privacy Matt let’s Blake and I chat in his office

“What are you doing here?”

“This is the reason I’m here” I nod towards Jackson who’s now tucked his head into my neck

"Is he...."

"Yours? Yeah. I wanted you to have the choice to be part of his life”

“He’s what a year old. Why didn’t you find me sooner?”

“I was scared, selfish, but I was never planning on hiding him from you”

“When did you find out you were pregnant?” Blake asks leaning on Matts desk

“The day we broke up”

“You mean the day you left”

“Yeah” I breathe out feeling ashamed of myself “I was going to tell you that night. That’s why I wanted you to stop being to reckless”

“So you walked out on me?” Blake rubs is hands over his face, obviously feeling a little stressed and confused. He then looks at Jackson

"What's his name?"

"Jackson" again there's a small pause “look I know this is a lot to take in so here” I take a notes out of my back pocket with my new number on it "I'm staying in Chicago for the week. So if you want to be in his life then call me or text” I hand over my new number and leave the office.

Walking back to the others Blake flops down at the lunch table with a sigh

“So the kid?" Gabby asks

"Mine. She's giving me a choice to be part of his life. I just don't know how we're going to make this work. She left me, kept my son from me. How do I even be a dad?"

“That part will come naturally if you want it” Matt tells Blake

“Plus if think about it, it’s like the universes way of telling you to give it another go” Gabby shrugs

"If your both serious about this you'll figure something out" Sylvie says

Over the day, Blake has YN and Jackson on his mind. Thinking about what to do, what was the right thing to do? In the end he settles on messaging his ex partner.

[madhatterbri]

Pretty in Pink | M.J. & N.J.

Summary: i was thinking…. Matthew & or Nicolas Jackson with someone who’s like little Tiffany Stratton! This has been on my mind for like forever

Requested by: Anonymous

Author's Note: I did both on one post.

Matt Jackson Masterlist

Nick Jackson Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

Taglist: @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts

Matt Jackson

Y/N woke up early to hit the gym. She tried to wake her boyfriend, Matt, up but he wasn't having it. He groaned and tried to shoo her away.

"Come on, come work out with me," she whined and squished his cheeks together. Matt muttered something about needing coffee and rolled over. After a short fought battle, Y/N gave him a kiss on the cheek and left.

She worked out in the hotel gym downstairs. She loved getting ready early and beating the crowd. As much fun as it was to be a wrestler, she hated being unable to do basic activities without others wanting an autograph or picture. After an hour, she went back upstairs to get ready for the day. The couple had a lot to do.

Their hotel bathroom was filled with their own supplies that they use back at home. The cheap soaps, shampoos, and conditioners would never touch their body. They were both essentially princesses according to their fans.

Matt eventually woke up. The smell of coffee danced with her nose as she started to put on her face cream. He kissed her cheek as he watched her. Ever the gentleman, her loving boyfriend handed her coffee to her when she was done.

They stopped at the mall to shop before traveling to the airport. With similar tastes in shoes, shopping was always a pleasurable experience for them. He carried her bags so she wouldn't have to. They stopped at a couple of sport clothing stores together as well.

Unsatisfied with her shopping haul, Y/N continued to shop at the airport. She had a major craving to buy new perfume.

"What do you think, Matty?" She asked and sprayed some of the fragrance on her arm. Before he could answer, her arm was under his nose. He smelled her arm and told her to buy it. Anything in the world for his special girl.

She squealed in delight and ran to the counter to purchase it.

They sat in first class snuggled up. She snuggled into his cheek and kissed him. Matt had a huge smile on his face as they cuddled the entire trip.

When they landed at their destination, she ended up shopping some more. A couple of fans stopped them for autographs at the airport. They signed them before leaving the airport to get to the hotel.

After eating dinner together at a steakhouse, they fell asleep holding each other close.

Nick Jackson

"You ready to hit up the mall, baby?" Nick asked. He counted the cash inside his wallet. Y/N loved when he was home. They were able to shop together. She smiled and kissed his cheek. Her arms wrapped around his neck.

"I'm so glad you are home,"

Nick walked around in a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. They hit up the shoe store first. They started to look at shoes that were in men and women to match. They finally found a pair they both liked. He paid for the set and carried the bags for them.

They held hands as they walked the mall. The couple stopped at multiple stores and shopped until they practically dropped. Nick held the bags the entire time.

When they left, he placed the bags in the trunk. He opened the door for her. Nick always treated her like a princess.

They stopped at a casino before going home. While he gambled, she wrapped her arms around him and wished him luck. She rubbed his shoulders and scratched his back softly. He moved his neck around to crack it.

After he was done gambling, they walked back to the car. Nick took her to her favorite restaurant. They cuddled as they sat in a private booth. He wanted alone time out in public with his little princess.

Nick grabbed the check when they were done and showed her the number at the end. "Sixty-nine cents,"

"Yeah?" She asked in confusion.

"It's my favorite position," he told her with a wink.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. She kissed him softly. "Guess we will have to see why it's your favorite,"

[madhatterbri]

Matt Wednesday ❤️❤️

I love it.

AEW Masterlist

Christmas 2024

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: like a swear word or two.

WC: 887

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

"I told you we should have left before the snow hit." Matt said as he looked out the window. A group of us was supposed to be at this cabin that a group of us rented, but only Matt and I are here.

The other's looked at the weather report and decided against coming.

I stepped next to him, looking out at the snow that was coming down, hard.

"Actually, if I recall, I was the one who said we should leave, but nope. You wanted to stay here and wait for the others."

I turned and walked towards the fireplace, which had a nice, warm fire going, mumbling how I shouldn't have trusted a man from California.

"There is no TV, no wifi. What are we supposed to do, to pass the time?" Matt asked as he flopped on the couch, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders.

"We should gather up all the candles, matches and flashlights we can find just in case the power goes out. There are plenty of books to read as well."

I grew up with this type of weather, and it is always good to be prepared I tried to tell him as he went searching for what I said.

I went around also gathering up blankets until I found the game closet.

I grabbed every game I could, excited.

I called for Matt, who found my easily.

"Board games? What are we, 5?"

"Better than being bored and having to listen to you complain. Come on, this isn't going to be so bad." I shoved a pile of boardgames in his hands.

We are well into Guess Who.

"Do they have red hair?" I asked, and he shook his head no, making me curse.

I put down the ones with all the red hair, trying to think of another question when it is my turn.

"You know, you were right about this."

"Right about what Matt?" I looked at him, pulling the blanket even tighter around me.

"That this isn't so bad. Haven't thought about playing a board game since I was a kid."

"You are only saying that because you are kicking my ass." I teased as I took a sip of my drink.

"Nope. I'm serious. When I saw that we were stuck up here, just the two of us, I thought I was going to be bored. Glad to see I was wrong."

It kind of hurt to hear him say that, with me having such a massive crush on him and all, but I pushed it to the side as he asked me a question.

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After Guess Who, we played Trouble and the Game of Life.

Now we are asking eachother 20 questions.

We did the basic questions.

"What is a secret you have never told anyone."

"What's your favourite movie to watch over and over again?"

"What is your favourite colour?"

So when he asked me this next question, I wasn't prepared for it.

"What made you break up with your ex?"

I cleared my throat before I answered. "Well, he became jealous over this co-worker of mine, even though nothing happened between us. If I wasn't with him, my ex thought I was with the other guy, even though I could be stuck in traffic, and alone in my car."

"Same question." I told Matt, wondering why him and his wife divorced.

"We just drifted apart. She is still my friend, and I will always care about her, but we just fell out of love, and we knew that us pretending wasn't working anymore. She has found someone, and he treats her well."

How sweet.

It is always nice to hear when couples can still be friends.

"Do you have a crush with anyone we work with?"

"Matthew!"

"What? It is an honest question."

"Yes." I sighed because there is no use fighting with him.

"Who is it?" Matt asked.

"Isn't it my turn?"

"Who is it?" He asked again. With how hard he is staring, it is like he is looking into my soul.

"Since you won't give up on it, it is you." No use beating around the bush.

He seemed to relax at that.

"Good, I like you too."

"What?" I am actually stunned.

"You are nice, and kind, and a fantastic wrestler. You put up with my crazy ideas, like renting a cabin in the middle of nowhere."

"Matt, did you plan this?"

"The snowstorm? No, that was just lucky. But it was just going to be us as the others were going to say they got stuck somewhere."

I threw a piece of cheese at him as we were munching on some food as we played.

He stood up, walking around the small coffee table, to stand in front of me, with his hand out.

I placed my hand in his, and he gently pulled me off the couch.

This almost feels like a scene from a holiday movie.

The snowstorm happening outside, the fire going, the lights low as he leaned in to kiss me for the first time.

The kiss was soft, and gentle but there was so much meaning behind it.

As the two of us stood there, kissing eachother, I couldn't help but be thankful for being stuck in a snowstorm with him.

♡

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[dirtywrestling]

I am so sorry! I was excited and in a hurry to get my request in that I didn’t get everything in there! Let me try again:

Can I get something with Matt Jackson and f! Reader? Maybe where he gets hurt and she freaks out? Maybe taking care of him after? I’m not picky at all! As long as it involves Matt I’ll be happy! So sorry I messed the first one up!

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Fluff, Matt Jackson injured, More Fluff

Commission Requests: Open!

Imagine Requests: Open!

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You ran up the tour bus stairs and looked around the large living area on wheels. Nick, the younger brother in the Young Bucks said his older brother, Matt was in the tour bus. Despite being injured the wrestler still traveled with is brother and friends until he was fully healed. "Matt?" You called out in a worried tone. Hearing the toilet flush and the bathroom curtain like door slid open, there stood Matt with crutched under his armpits trying to hobble out of the small area.

"Oh, hey Y/N!" Matt greeted with a cheerful smile.

You let out a large breath, rushing towards him and hugging him tightly. "You scared me." You said, pulling away to get a good look at him. "I thought you really fucked your ankle up."

"I mean, I split the bone right in half but it'll heal in no time." Matt shrugged only to frown seeing you frown up at him.

"You really scared me."

"I know." He leaned forward, planting a kiss on top of your head. "I won't scare you anymore, I promise."

"Come on, my match is done and I can hang out with you." You helped him over to the cushioned seated area.

[fandombabe]

Writing rules & who i write for

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(all subject to change so please feel free to message me with any fandoms or people to add)

People i write for

Outerbanks: jj maybank, John b, Rafe cameron, Topper thornton, Sarah cameron, Kiara carrera

Cobra kai: Robby keene, Tory nichols, eli moskowitz (hawk)

Stranger things: Steve harrington, Robin buckley

Marvel: Pierre maximoff, Wanda maximoff, Peter parker, Bucky barnes

Hunger games: Finnick odair, Peeta mellark, Cato hadley

Harry potter & fancasts: Harry potter, Draco malfoy, Fred weasley, George weasley, Mattheo riddle, Theodore Nott

Percy jackson: Percy jackson, Luke castellan, Clarisse La rue

Twilight: Edward cullen, Rosalie hale, Jasper hale

Deadly class: Marcus lopez

Scream: BIlly loomis, Stu macher, Tatum

Youtubers / Streamers: Matt sturniolo, Chris sturniolo, Nathan doe, Jake webber, Vinnie hacker

Influencers / singers: Jaden hossler, Nessa barrett, Johnny orlando

Hockey: Jack hughes, Ethan edwards

Celebrities: None yet

Influencers: None yet

Emily in paris: coming soon (?)

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Bellow I talk about topics that might be uncomfortable for some people since i’m saying what i will and won’t write for so proceed knowing that

Rules

• i’m not required to write your request and i don’t owe you anything so please honor that

• No heavy smut. I’m not comfortable with writing that yet. I’m okay with things like Kissing, teasing, foreplay etc.

• I won’t write for a male pov/reader since i’m female and not good at writing that.

• I wont write ‘Sibling x sibling’ (people that are related by BLOOD) I find that super weird.

• I will share traumas that the characters or reader has been through but I won’t go into crazy detail when describing them (r@pe, abuse etc)

• I won’t write for a r@pe kink (yes i’ve seen it) once again that’s weird and you should get help.

• No illegal age gaps. 16+18 is the biggest I will go when one is a minor and the other is not.

• Other huge age gaps won’t be written for like 20+30

• No shaming other kinks someone has unless illegal (r@pe kink, incest etc.)

There’s probably more I forgot about but I can’t remember so i’ll add them as I go!

If you have a request and you don’t know if it follows these rules, please request anyway!

Once again i’m a new writer so it may not be up to your expectations but just give me a chance and you won’t be let down

Love you all so much <3

[mystic-story-lover]

Hello! I read your Matt Jackson one shot and I really liked it. It made me want to send in a request of my own: An enemies to friends to lovers involving female!reader and baby face!Adam Cole please? Thanks!

~Do You Hate Me~

Adam Cole x female!reader

Word Count: 1577

Warnings: Swearing, description of injury, Adam being a dick

Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Adam’s been a dick to you for so long, and you never understood why.

A/N: Hey there, thank you so much for the kind words about my previous story! Hopefully this fills what you were liking for, and I hope you enjoy it as well. 

(Gif Is Mine)

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To say that you’d never gotten along with Adam Cole would be the biggest understatement of the year. He didn’t give you an explanation for why he looked at you with distaste, but he made plenty of snarky comments about you. Sometimes, you’d thought about asking him why he hates you, but you stopped yourself because it’d be better to avoid him. At least then he wouldn’t start a fight with you. Maybe you said something to him once, you weren’t sure. Not even the Young Bucks knew why he acted the way he did when you came around.

“Are you excited?” The deep voice caught you by surprise, disrupting your thoughts, and you turned around to see your best friend Jay White. 

“Is it that obvious?” You chuckle at him when you see him smile at you. 

“Just a tad. Hey, is Cole still giving you problems?” He questioned, a present frown growing on his face.

A groan erupted from your chest as you were reminded that he would be at the event tonight. “Unfortunately, yeah he is.”

“Maybe I’ll beat some sense into the fool.” Jay chuckled again before raising his hand to ruffle your hair. 

“Don’t you mess with it, she’ll kick your ass.” You hear a voice coming from behind Jay, and turn to see another member of the Bullet Club, El Phantasmo.

“You got what you deserved last time,” you chuckle looking at the taller man. “I warned you not to mess with it.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” He sighed dramatically before walking over and wrapping you in a tight bear hug. 

While distracted by the hug, you didn’t hear Adam approach the three of you, so you were caught off guard when you saw his damp hair in front of you. Thankfully, he had his back to you, which would give you a chance to escape before he could spot you. 

“So, Y/n,” Phantasmo started before receiving a glare from you. “What are you most excited for in–” He quickly stopped talking when you punched him in the arm, but it was to late. Cole scoffed before he turned around glaring daggers into you.

“Yeah, Y/n, what are you excited for?” You rolled your eyes at the way he worded the question, and you didn’t even have to look to know that Jay would be wearing an angry expression.

“Well, Adam, she has to be looking forward to her match, because she’ll be worth watching.” Phantasmo spoke up, only to bow his head when Adam looked his way.

“No, you don’t get to do that Cole. Phantasmo is a friend, and you don’t get to take out whatever frustrations you have with me out on him. And for the record, I’m excited for Jay to kick your ass tonight. You clearly see who I’m voting for.” You use your thumb to point to the Bullet Club logo on your jacket, and smirk at Adam, who returned his gaze to you.

When Jay offered you a spot in Bullet Club, you accepted within seconds of his question. It meant that you’d be travelling between Japan and AEW more often, but jet lag was never something you feared.

“Whatever, I’ll see you out there Jay.” Adam spoke before walking off, brushing his shoulder roughly with yours. 

Sighing, you shook your head, and walked off in the other direction towards the guerilla. You were to be walking out with the club for each of their matches. For Jay’s match however, you were strictly going to join the commentary team. 

When you spotted both Matt and Nick in guerilla, you knew that their match would be next, and that El Phantasmo and Hikuleo would be there any moment. As you turn to speak to the boys, you notice Hiku walking over, so you give him a nod and a smile to greet him. Seconds after that, Phantasmo appeared behind you, waving to everyone in the group.

“Jay mentioned that you were going to commentary?” Phantasmo questioned looking at you. 

“I’ll be there for his match yeah.” You replied.

“What about this one?” Nick asked as he bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet. 

“You’ll see me at ringside. I can’t miss out on seeing the Young Bucks wearing Bullet Club gear for the last time ever.” You giggle as both boys smile and pose. When you hear their music begin to play, you raise your fingers into the ‘too sweet’ motion, and the guys do as well.

~~~

“Y/n, as the only Bullet Club member signed to the AEW roster, how does it feel to see your friends here?” Schiavone popped the question.

“Well, Tony, how would you think it feels? Being here, alone, as you reminded me, isn’t an easy task. I have to carry the weight of Bullet Club ever signing here on my shoulders. But, it is great to see Jay White, El Phantasmo, and Hikuleo here.” You explain.

Still being able to watch the match on your monitor, you could notice that when Adam dropped, he landed wrong. To see another talent injured is never something you’d want to see in your career, but when you noticed him in pain, you wanted to rush down to the ring. Jay’s face appearing on your monitor caught you off guard, he only held up one finger, but you knew this was his way of telling you to stay. 

“Wow, did you see the way Adam went down?” Excalibur questioned.

“That just proves Jay White knows what he’s doing when he steps into the ring. Something we’ve said from the start.” You reply, wincing at your own words. For the sake of the show, you couldn’t worry on mic about Adam, and you had to keep yourself in character, but it pained you to see the way he winced as he moved. 

Finally, Jay landed the pin, and the match was officially over. Quickly, you removed the headset off, and you walked down the ramp, making it to the ring to celebrate with Jay. He wrapped you into a hug, a smile on his face from his victory.

“He’s hurt.” Jay whispered, only soft enough for you to hear.

As people cleared out of the ring, you could spot Adam struggling to walk, and both you and Jay rolled out to help him in the back. He tried to refuse the help from you at first, but gave in when he almost fell over. Immediately, Doc Sampson was able to see him, and you rushed him to the medical area backstage. People were crowding around to see how Cole was holding up, but you shooed them all away, stating that the doctor needed to work on him first.

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When it was announced that Adam would need time off due to injury, your heart sank in your chest. He wasn’t a friend, he wasn’t your boyfriend, he was simply someone who hated you, but you still felt awful about it. You tried to excuse it as he was another wrestler, and you understood the pain of hearing you’d be out of action, but truly, you knew that wasn’t it. Which is why it came as a complete shock to you that Adam requested your help with his physical therapy and rehab.

“Hey Adam, how are you?” You questioned, sliding out of your jacket before walking over to him.

“A little better today, how about you?” His voice was soft and sweet, far different than the way it used to be with you.

“I’m alright.” You state before continuing. “You know, I’m still shocked you asked for my help with all this.”

He chuckles at that before speaking up himself. “I’m still in shock that you actually agreed to do it. I know I was a dick to you, and I’m sorry for that.” He bowed his head.

“We all do things we regret.” You smile, placing a hand on his chin, lifting his head. 

Adam only simply nods before turning away.

“Why’d you turn away Adam, did I do something wrong?” You question and frown, trying to get a glimpse of a reaction from him.

“No, you never have, that’s the problem. I fell for you, and Kenny told me that I shouldn’t try anything with you, so I was awful to you as a way to avoid my feelings. You didn’t deserve that treatment from me.” He sighed.

“Well then, I’ll just have to tell Kenny to stop meddling in my love life won’t I?” You giggle slightly. “It would have helped if you had come to me Adam, you could’ve saved yourself from being a dick.”

“How could I have? Kenny said you weren’t interested and that’s what led to "I shouldn't try anything.” He still refused to look at you as he bared his chest.

“Kenny didn’t know shit about my feelings, because if he did, he would have told you to go for it.” You stepped, so he had no choice but to look at you. “I have the same feelings Adam. It took me a while to admit it to myself because I thought you hated me, but I do feel the same way.”

“I never hated you Y/n, not once in my life.” He looked at you, and he frowned, because he truly felt awful for hurting you all that time.

“Then kiss me you dork.”