#more dudes getting knocked up by ladies please x)

[beastsovrevelation]

I started shipping Crowley/Michael with stritctly a Fem!Crowley, but honestly the more I think about it, the more it appeals to me with male Crowley also. They're so ridiculously mismatched, her being a solemn military woman, and him being a goth manwhore.

Also, it offers me a F!Alpha x M!Omega pair in Omegaverse, which I highly appreciate.

[ham1lton]

summer came like cinnamon (so sweet)

pairing(s): logan sargeant x reader. oscar piastri x reader.

warnings: mentions of mental health, dieting, fractured friendships and constant mention of jim’s ice cream parlour. also different povs, it goes through the minds of all three of the main characters.

summary: after their rookie season, in a bid to repair their friendship, the two drivers decide to take their new paycheques and go explore the sun, sea and sands of greece. what they didn’t anticipate was to bump into you.

wordcount: 5.6k

author’s note: this is my first semi-interactive fic, please give it some love <3 any major issues in travelling and stuff like in terms of logistics? please ignore. also let me know who you’re planning on choosing. team oscar or team logan?

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— part one of the summer lovin’ series. —

[ i ain’t a kid no more / we’ll never be those kids again ]

logan didn’t know why he was so overwhelmed with anxiety, when he knocked on oscar’s door on that rainy thursday night.

this was his oscar, the oscar that had practically grown up with him. the one who knew how he liked his toast and that he was fond of a burger with all the extras. that he had a scar on his left ankle from when he was a kid and wrestled with his brother after watching too much wwe.

ever since he had signed to williams and oscar had been a mclaren driver, they had hardly talked in comparison to their pre-formula one days. when he had crashed out during a race, he half expected oscar to text him or come knocking on his hotel door.

he didn’t. logan pretended he wasn’t surprised.

fuck it. bite the bullet. he lifted his hand high and knocked on the door. three quick taps in succession.

“one moment!” oscar called from inside. logan would wait, even if that old lady from room 135 kept looking at him like he was an intruder. maybe he was. he hadn’t been in oscar’s room for a while.

oscar opened the door with messy hair and a shirt that had been clearly shoved on before he opened the door.

“logan? hi.” oscar swallowed. the awkwardness in the space between the two of them felt heavy. “you okay mate?”

“yeah! yeah.” logan fake laughed, rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans. “just wanted to come see you.”

“i’m here.” oscar grinned, with no teeth, at his own joke. “wanna come in?”

“sure. kinda awkward talking in the hallway anyways. that old lady is about five minutes from calling the cops on me.”

“oh that’s just brenda.” oscar said after leaning out and getting a glance at the woman, who waved at him. he waved back. “she’s harmless.”

logan followed oscar into his room. it was bigger than his and he didn’t know if feeling jealous was appropriate. he had felt many emotions when it came to oscar; happy, sad, angry, and others. he didn’t want jealousy to join the list.

“sorry, my room is a mess. i wasn’t expecting company.” oscar laughed with no heart behind it as he sat down on his unmade bed. “take a seat logan, you’re giving me anxiety just standing around.”

logan immediately sits down on the desk chair.

“so, what are your plans for the summer?”

“mine?” oscar thinks to himself. “probably just to go see my family and my friends back home.”

“i was thinking maybe we could, i don’t know.” logan bites his lip anxiously. “do something together?”

“like what?” oscar is curious now, his eyes focused.

“maybe go on that european holiday we always talked about? we have the money now and no parents to tell us no like last time.” logan speaks in a rush. “but obviously if you say no, dude that’s totally fine.”

logan looks at oscar, who’s actually considering it? he thinks to himself for a moment before turning to logan.

“how many days?”

“as long as you’d like.”

“where would we go?”

“anywhere you’d want.”

“make a decision, logan. i’ll say yes or no.”

“we always wanted to go to greece? how about there? maybe for three weeks?”

“we should go for a month. we can travel.”

wait. so that means? oscar’s face is still impassive. he doesn’t say yes or no, but he is still considering it. that’s a positive.

“that’s fine. i’m flexible.”

“i’ll plan it.” oscar nods.

“so is that a yes?”

“obviously.” oscar finally smiles, open and dazzling. logan grins too, allowing himself to bask in the approval. he was almost 67% sure that oscar would say no. he’d already done the maths, but it wasn’t his strongest subject anyways.

“i’ll text you the details.” oscar nods and logan gets up, running a hand through his hair. giddy with happiness that he’ll finally win his best friend back. this’ll be the trip that heals them. that heals him.

-❀-

oscar gets stressed when he’s not in charge. everything has to go through him. the plans, the schedule and especially the driving. he’s never liked being in the passenger seat. his hands get fidgety and he doesn’t know how to calm them down.

he’s lucky that logan is all too happy to sit in it, his eyes focused on making the perfect road trip playlist. for some reason, they’d decided to drive from london all the way down to munich.

they’d already driven down from london and through the eurotunnel and took a break sightseeing in france - which oscar had already scheduled for. they ate their weight in croissants. they ate steak and frites. logan had bought them matching ‘i ♥︎ paris’ t-shirts and oscar rolled his eyes but packed it neatly in his suitcase anyways.

they hadn’t talked about anything other than surface level topics. logan talking about his favourite sports teams, them both discussing the grid and plans for the upcoming season and the usual small talk about their family’s wellbeings.

they didn’t talk about how they ignored each other unless a camera necessitated a conversation. they didn’t talk about logan’s bad season. they stayed up till stupid hours watching badly dubbed french movies and ordering takeout.

they drove to germany, dropped off their rental car and then got a plane from munich to athens. it wasn’t very long at all but logan still curled up against the window and tried to sleep. they were both connected to the spotify account on logan’s phone - logan using his headphones and oscar with his airpods. their road trip playlist still playing.

oscar didn’t know why he didn’t take them out, even when the playlist inevitably repeated itself.

-❀-

they’d been in athens all of two days when they met you. logan had gone an insanely bright red when he’d forgotten his sunscreen had ran out. oscar laughed at first but then ran to the nearest pharmacy to grab emergency sunscreen and aloe vera for the both of them.

after slathering themselves, they’d decided to seek refuge in a small ice cream store. despite the hot weather, the store was almost completely empty besides the two of them and you. you were fiddling with your phone in the corner as you attempted to hook it up to the speakers.

“fuck’s sake!” you shout quietly, frustratingly trying to make it work. “i can’t do this shift without any music. my thoughts’ll drive me insane.”

“um?” oscar breaks the awkward silence. you jump and turn around. the first thing that they both notice is that you’re pretty. really pretty. even in the unflattering oversized neon green work t-shirt.

“sorry! sorry! i apologise. i didn’t think anyone was in the shop. please forgive me.” you look flustered as you move to quickly wash your hands and dry them. “what would you both like today?”

to be honest, logan hadn’t been thinking about the ice cream. oscar didn’t need to think, he was going to get his usual order.

“can i get two scoops of mint chocolate chip?”

“oh that’s disgusting. i forgot that you eat that.” logan shakes his head in shock.

“it’s good. you’re just a hater.” oscar rolls his eyes. “stick to your boring vanilla.”

“it’s a classic!” logan turns to you and asks for two scoops of vanilla and one scoop of mango. you smile and begin to start their orders.

“you guys aren’t from around here, are you?” you ask.

“nah. the accents give it away?” logan laughs as he slings an arm around oscar’s shoulder. oscar rolls his eyes again but makes no move to push him away.

“yeah. a little bit.” you pinch your fingers together as you say it. “i’m not really from here either.”

“no?” oscar replies this time, curious.

“international student. this was one of the few places that’d hire me with my insane schedule. i’m lucky i have the next month off, thankfully.”

“aren’t you going back home?”

“i could if i wasn’t scheduled to work here practically every day for the next month.” you finish logan’s order and move on to oscar’s. you shrug. “and i need the money. the job could be worse really, i just wish the speaker fucking worked and the air conditioning. luckily i stand close to the ice cream.”

“what do you study?”

“archaeology.”

“best place for that is probably here.”

“yes. i don’t know why but ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to come to greece and study here. this is the less glamorous side of it but i’m here doing what i love.”

“that’s all that matters right?” logan chimes in. you nod as you scan their orders into your till.

“that’ll be €7.62.” you say. “cash or card?”

“cash.” oscar says as he pulls out his wallet. he’s infinitely glad he’d prepared and went to the cash exchange in london before he’d left. logan doesn’t even bother to offer, he picks up his ice cream and starts to eat it.

oscar hands you the cash as logan moves to a booth right by the open door to take advantage of the breeze. you count back the change and place it right in his hand. his heart doubles a beat as your hands touch for a moment but the moment is broken as your phone suddenly decides that now is the time to work.

the speakers start blaring natasha bedingfield’s ‘pocketful of sunshine’. you curse, close the till with your hip and turn to fiddle with the playlist.

oscar thinks he’s a little in love.

-❀-

logan knows that oscar likes you, which is a problem because he likes you too.

this road trip was supposed to be about finding themselves, not finding you. yet, when they find themselves back in your ice cream store the next few days, it’s no coincidence.

“you’re back again! the american and australian.” on day four, you’re not alone this time. you have a colleague, a girl who’s slightly older than you. she smirks at the two of them like she knows a secret they don’t know. “i’m not the only international one here!”

the speakers seem to work normally today, playing elton john as you hum along with it. your colleague decides that it’s time to take her lunch break, slipping off her apron and leaving the three of you to it.

“same thing as every day? or are we changing it up?”

“what do you recommend?” logan asks earnestly. he’s not losing oscar to you, maybe if he charms you enough, you’ll pick him. he doubts you will.

“everything is good here but if you really want my opinion? the chocolate fudge is a real crowd pleaser.”

“i’ll take two scoops of that and oscar’ll just have mint chocolate.” logan pulls out his wallet, opens it to find a mix of euros in there. he takes a moment to pick at the right change when you shake your head at him.

“no, it’s fine. it’s on the house today. i’m in a good mood.”

“why?”

“a lot of reasons. you know what? i forgot that i didn’t even introduce myself. i’m y/n.”

“we know.” oscar is amused.

“how? are you psychic? i used to know a psychic once and i also watched that’s so raven. great show.”

“your name badge.” logan nods at your shirt as he eats a spoonful of ice cream. you were right, it’s amazing. not too sickly but just the right amount of chocolate.

“oh.” you bite your lip in embarrassment as oscar takes his ice cream.

“i’m oscar and the american is logan.” logan smiles and waves his free hand at you. “is the shop always this empty?”

“no. it’s really busy after school and at peak times. you just always come quite early. lucky. it’s hell in here when it’s busy.” you seem relieved for the topic change. “you both here on holiday?”

“yeah. a break from our jobs.”

“lucky. my best friend is back home and i wish she was with me. she’s planning on coming up at some point thankfully. i hate being here without all my friends.”

“i can be your friend.” logan says. then he immediately regrets it. what if you think that he’s a weirdo? but when your face lights up, he realises that regret was a fleeting feeling.

“i’d love that. let me take your number. one of the guys from my class is hosting a beach party tonight if you both wanna come.”

logan looks at oscar who shrugs as if to say ‘i don’t mind if you don’t’. logan turns back to you, who is the middle of unlocking your phone and grins.

“we’ll be there.”

he types his number in your phone and sends a message to himself to save yours.

“i’ll text you the details.”

the speaker interrupts the moment that you have as it starts to malfunction. you curse again and throw your hands up in annoyance.

“stupid fucking speaker! so stupid!”

-❀-

the party is already well underway, when oscar and logan arrive. logan didn’t bother with buttoning up his shirt. he wasn’t necessarily the most confident man in the world but he was comfortable with his nakedness in a way that oscar didn’t think he’d ever be. oscar was in a undershirt with a loose overshirt.

you finally make your way over to them, panting slightly. you’re wearing a plain white bikini with an open oversized orange and yellow patterned hawaiian shirt. your hair is free from the bun they’ve seen you in work with. you smile, easy and happy.

“my two favourite customers!” you sling an arm around the two of them, hugging them so close that they can smell your perfume. “come on, let me introduce you to the five other people i know.”

you lead them down to the bonfire, where three girls and two other guys are crowded around. they cheer when you arrive with the two of them.

“guys, this is oscar and logan.” they wave politely. “oscar and logan, this is anya, jerome, alex, sienna and jaya.”

the group all cheer and welcome the two guys. it’s clear that everyone is already buzzed. oscar has never really been a big drinker so he declines a beer when offered. logan shotguns it, the residue dripping down his face. you laugh and attempt to wipe it off his face. logan goes lax in your touch and oscar can’t watch anymore.

the speaker that someone played is playing shakira as the two of you giggle in your own little world. oscar turns to jerome? or was it alex? and starts a conversation. talking about some footy game that they were watching earlier. oscar is about as into football as the next guy, but he really needs to focus on something else besides the two of you.

oscar knew that logan had always harboured some sort of inferiority complex when it came to the two of them, but logan had something that oscar doesn’t think he’d ever have - being genuinely likeable.

oscar knew he’d have to win because no one would support him as a loser. logan is just likeable regardless of what position he’s in - an underdog if he loses and a force of nature when he wins.

likeable gets the girl.

-❀-

you decide to walk the two of them to the end of the beach. the night is inky black and the only light is the remnants of the bonfire you’d lit earlier. logan is buzzed, oscar is distant and you’re still vibrating from the fact that logan made the two of you run into the cold water with him in the middle of the night.

“tonight was fun! i’m glad you were both able to make it!” you lean in and hug them both goodbye. logan swears you’d lingered a little longer while hugging him. “i’ll see you both at jim’s ice cream?”

“what is that?” logan asks bluntly. oscar elbows him lightly, not hard enough to cause damage but just enough to wind him slightly.

“the ice cream parlour she works at dumbass.” he turns to you. “we’ll see you there”

“well, i do work there. so yeah.” you laugh. all twinkly and bright. then you’re waving and jogging back to your friends. oscar watches logan look at you and sighs.

“come on man, let’s get you back.”

-❀-

logan wakes up with a hangover the next morning. oscar is a good friend and runs to the continental free breakfast and sneaks him out some waffles, croissants and eggs. he walks to the pharmacy again, paying for some ibuprofen (at least he hopes that’s what it is) with his cash and runs to the corner store to grab some extra snacks.

logan’s eyes are wide with both joy and disbelief. joy that something is there for his splitting headache and disbelief that oscar would do that for him. oscar feels a little ball of guilt unravelling inside. how bad had he let their friendship become?

they spend the day inside for the most part. watching television together. then they go outside to the pool, logan immediately jumps in but oscar sits on the side. he pulls out his phone and scrolls through the texts that he’s been ignoring. the ones from some friends, his mum, and you?

it’s not a coincidence right? that you spent the whole evening with logan and text him the next day?

he holds the phone close to his chest. he doesn’t want logan seeing this. he doesn’t know why that is. he quickly texts you back. then logan shouts.

“hey oscar! come in! the water is gorgeous.”

oscar grins and slips into the water, keeping his shirt on.

-❀-

the two of them end up at the steak restaurant together that night. they’re both dressed as nicely as possible. oscar in a nice sweater and logan in a dress shirt. the maître d’ smiled knowingly at the two of them and led them to their table.

“he thinks we’re together.” oscar whispers to logan.

“are we not?”

“we are in the literal sense. i meant in the romantic, relationship sort of sense.” logan laughs and bats his eyelashes all coy.

“oh no! oscar are you breaking up with me?”

“obviously. i’m leaving you for my secretary.” oscar’s deadpan voice just makes logan laugh harder.

“i knew it, that skank! i’ll get him fired.” oscar laughs too, breaking out into an easy smile that comes easily when logan’s around.

the sounds of the restaurant move around the two of them as they peruse the menu for a long time. it’s been a while with no conversation when oscar bites the bullet and brings it up.

“hey.” logan looks up. “i’m sorry.”

“for the secretary? don’t be. i’m running away with the pool boy.” oscar shakes his head, smiling.

“no.” oscar says. “for what happened. letting our friendship fall to the sidelines. i didn’t mean it but it didn’t excuse it. i really do like being your friend logan. i wouldn’t jeopardise that.”

logan is silent. oscar wonders if he’s crossed some unspoken line. he bites the inside of his cheek and looks at the wall of the restaurant’s decor. it’s all dark in here. would it kill them to buy some light bulbs? he understands its for ‘ambiance��� and that shit but he’s worried that he won’t be able to find his steak in the darkness.

“i was gonna say i was sorry. i thought it was my fault. that you didn’t want to be friends with,” he cuts himself off, laughing awkwardly. “a loser.”

“no. that wasn’t it. you’re not a loser, not to me.”

“i am. that’s a fact. it’s okay. you’re very nice for that but, it’s just not true.” logan swallows thickly. “now, should i get potatoes or fries as my sides?”

oscar doesn’t comment on logan’s facial expression, that he looks like he’s holding it together by a thread. he knew emotional vulnerability took a lot out of him but it was harder on the person who admitted failure.

“potatoes.” logan grins and nods before calling over the waiter.

-❀-

the next time you saw the two guys was two days after the bonfire party. they came in laughing at a joke that had happened way before they had even walked in. you find yourself standing up as soon as they enter.

“hi! y/n!” logan’s smile is always wide and happy to see you. oscar’s smile is muted but it’s still sweet. “what would you recommend for me? i liked the chocolate fudge.”

“hmm,” you think, running your hand along the counter. “we have a new flavour, chocolate covered raspberry? it’s quite popular. i think you’d like it.”

“i trust your judgement, ice cream girl.”

you crack a smile at the nickname, the smile so big that it momentarily hurts your face for a moment. you turn to oscar.

“and what about you?”

“same as usual, two scoops of vanilla.”

you nod, getting to work on the ice creams. you even offer to pay for them but they argue, threatening to shove it all in the tip jar anyway. oscar pays and when your back is turned, logan shoves twice the amount into the tip jar.

“wanna sit with us in the booth today y/n?” logan asks, taking a spoonful of his ice cream. “it’s not like anyones here.”

oscar looks up at you with his wide eyes, not really eating his ice cream. he just swirls it, until it turns into a sort of thick soup. you shrug and slide into the booth across from the two of them. you don’t have anything else to do and if a customer does decide to walk in? well, you’ll just slide back behind the counter.

“so, what’s your plan for the future?” logan grins. “and i know it’s the worst possible question to ask any young person but i’m curious. what’s the goal? is there one? it’s okay if there isn’t.”

“dream is to become an archeologist and backup plan? i don’t know. work in an office or something? maybe teaching. i haven’t thought that far ahead just yet.” you bite your lip and look out the window for a second. the day is hot, and you’re stuck inside. “what about you two? what do you do?”

“we uh, we drive.” logan looks at oscar.

“oh like uber? cool.”

“yeah, isn’t it?” oscar smiles at you.

“i still haven’t gotten my licence just yet. taxis aren’t too expensive and public transport is decent. also everywhere i need to be is pretty much walkable.” you smile at them. “have you visited all the touristy places yet?”

“not everywhere but we’re here for a while. we’re going to travel to santorini, mykonos and corfu. i’ve already planned them out.” oscar swallows his bite of ice cream. “scheduled to the exact moment we get there and get back.”

“an exotic european vacation.” you grin, waggling your eyebrows. logan laughs despite the joke not being very funny. “i’m jealous.”

“you could come with us.” oscar blurts out, his cheeks pinkening. “you’re probably busy though right? don’t worry about it. it’s weird.”

“no, no. it’s not. it’s very sweet and tempting.” you look outside the window again. “i’m not free for the whole time, but, definitely i could join you for a week? jim won’t care.”

“jim’s a real person?” logan asks, eyes wide. you laugh.

“yeah! he’s british actually. came over here when he retired and bought this place. he was one of the few people that’d hire me. my mum’s british.” you nod. “it’s a pretty decent job. if you ignore these hideous uniforms.”

you pull on the neon jim’s ice cream parlour shirt, face crumpling in disgust.

“you look good.” logan says, shyly, as he tongues the last of his ice cream. “this is good too. the ice cream. i knew i trusted you for a reason.”

-❀-

santorini is exactly like the instagram photos. well, despite being slightly too hot, a little less vibrant and he’s here with you and logan. logan has kept his shirt on this time, a loose linen blue one with a pair of shorts and flip flops. you’re dressed in a white skirt, a cropped tank top with a massive handbag.

oscar wants to do something crazy, like reach out and hold your hand or put his arm around your shoulders. he doesn’t because he’s not insane but he thinks about it for a solid moment. thinks about the way you’d curl into him or the way your shampoo would smell. he shakes his head.

“you don’t like it?” the two of you turn to look at him. fantastic. now he looks weird. his eyes widen.

“no, no! i love it. it’s lovely.” he reaches into his pocket, shaking hands grabbing his phone as he takes a picture. “i was thinking about the best angle to take this picture for my mum.”

“i’ll take a photo of you against the backdrop? maybe the both of you. your mum might like that. logan said you two were childhood best friends right?”

oscar nods. at least you bought his story. he stands against the barrier and smiles, awkwardly. he’s sure that all the other tourists are looking at him and thinking ‘what a weirdo, his crush on her is so obvious. she wants his best friend clearly, why even try?’

after a moment, logan stands next to him. logan dissipates the awkwardness with a wave of his hand and the two of them fall into an easy grin. when logan leans in and tells a joke, oscar finds himself laughing loudly with the click of your camera as background noise.

he sends it to his mother later on, when he’s in his hotel room with logan snoring in the room across from him. she texts him back quickly.

-❀-

— from mum.

well, it looks like you’re having fun honey!

— to mum.

yeah, i am.

-❀-

it doesn’t even feel like a lie when he messages her back in the cooling heat.

-❀-

it’s three days into the trip and two weeks into knowing the guys that you realise that you have a crush. it’s only a small inkling but you know it’s serious because no matter how much you try to dissuade it, it keeps popping up.

when you’re eating, when you’re brushing your teeth and even when you’re picking your outfit with him in mind. does he like blue? is he more of a yellow guy? or is it pink that’ll catch his eye?

the three of you head to a restaurant that night. it’s a seafood place, the three of you laughing and joking about something you’d seen earlier. they look good. smell good too. they even argue over who’s going to pay for the meal and look at you like you’ve got three heads when you offer to pay.

“it’s fine y/n, you’re a student.” oscar says, smiling as logan gives up. he pays quickly, all cash with no fuss. “we can get it.”

“ubering must make you a lot of money.”

“yeah. something like that.” he smiles again. this time with no teeth as he gets the receipt.

-❀-

logan goes to bed early that night, citing something about his family being desperate to check up on him. it leaves just the two of you outside in the corfu evening air.

“want to go for a walk?” you ask, looking at him earnestly.

“yeah. sure.” he’s trying not to be too eager. not to scare you off. the two of you start walking down the street.

“i always like to go for a slow walk after a big dinner. i feel like it probably helps with digestion.” you speak quietly, as if not to disturb the silence of the street. he likes your voice and is willing to listen at any volume you decide.

“i think it does. i try not to eat too much.” oscar responds, shoving a jittery hand in his pocket. “i can’t gain any weight for my job.”

“yeah, logan said. that’s weird. what kind of uber driver has a weight limit?” he shrugs and smiles. “do you miss australia?”

“sometimes. i’m used to travelling though. i’ve done it for so long.” he looks at you. “what about you? do you miss your home?”

“eh, i wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. i wanted to remake myself. i was gonna do it all y’know? a name change and everything.” you look up at the stars for a moment. “i didn’t go through with it. even if i changed my name, i’d still be y/n really. inside.”

“i get that. i think.” oscar looks at the gorgeous landscape in front of him. he ignores all the people milling around the two of you. to him it’s just you, him and the view. “so, y/n-“

your phone interrupts him. a loud, obnoxious ringing noise. you mouth an apology at him when you look at the caller id.

“sorry, it’s my best friend. she wouldn’t call me if it wasn’t important. she’s more of a texter anyways. do you mind?” you point at your phone. he shakes his head with a smile. you disappear to take your call and he finds a bench to sit on. he leans back, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

what was he thinking? asking you out? thank god the world or fate or god or whoever is in charge, stopped him before he made the biggest mistake of his life. you liked logan and he didn’t blame you. he really, truly didn’t.

when you come back, you ask him what he was going to ask. he shrugs. it wasn’t important anyways, he says. he asks what happened with your friend and listens you chatter all the way back about your friend’s current work drama.

-❀-

the next morning, logan and you head down to breakfast together. it’s a continental breakfast that the hotel offer. it’s good, with a wide spread of toast, pancakes, omelettes, cereal, fruit and sausages. you load up your plate, happy to get food for free even though technically you paid for it.

logan’s plate is smaller. you think about what they said earlier about weight limits and feel a pang of sympathy. i mean, your job was not very well paid but at least it gave you freedom in your spare time to do and eat whatever you want.

“is oscar not coming?” you ask, forking a fluffy piece of omelette and hash browns in your mouth. it’s gorgeous and you’re hungry.

“nah. he’s not feeling too good. i’ll bring him some breakfast in a bit.” logan methodically goes through his breakfast. slow, small bites and chews it for as long as possible. “wanna go for a swim later? it’s hot as hell outside. i feel my skin melting off.”

“you are going a little red.” you tease. he smiles again, shyly. his face does go red when you lean forward and press your cold cup against his cheek. “a little better?”

“it’d be better if you’d go swimming with me.” he smiles.

“of course i will. can’t leave you by yourself. who knows what’ll happen.” he laughs this time. “now wanna try some of this omelette?”

he sits politely as you lean over and feed him a forkful of the spinach and cheese omelette. for a moment, the two of you look into each other's eyes as you feed him. he turns away as soon as it’s okay and chews the bite.

“good?”

“yeah. yeah. it’s good.” he smiles at you. “let me just get some more water for us, be back in a moment.”

“is it getting too hot for you?” you tease.

“a little.” he sheepishly grins again. “let me cool down.”

-❀-

it’s your last day with the two of the guys before they drop you back off at the bus stop to go back to athens. your heart is still pinching at the thought of leaving, but you decide your last day can’t be in vain. they’ll be going home soon so it’ll be the best time to admit what you already knew. what you had known for the whole time.

you’d been on the phone with your best friend who had helped you to write a pros and cons list.

— pros - you could be a girlfriend to a great guy. you would be happy. you would have a rich boyfriend (your bff added that). you could touch them in any way they’d let you. you could sleep together. you could also sleep together (bff again). you would have a great time. you would have fun. would it improve your life? potentially.

— cons - they could say no and you’d have to jump off a cliff. they could be dating each other and you’d be embarrassed that you didn’t figure it out. they could laugh at you. they could be disgusted. they could be nice about it and gently let you down. they’re not even from anywhere close to greece. it’d be a long distance relationship. could you even deal with that?

you shake your head and lift your hand up to his bedroom door. the wood is cold under your knuckles. the world still moves around you, tourists laughing in their rooms and people walking around. their voices murmuring.

as your hand hovered there, you thought for a moment. about how this could change everything. was it too soon? too risky? then you remembered, it’s now or never.

take the plunge and with that, you knock.

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reader lives in jackson and is friends with tommy, so she sees joel relatively frequently, and they just DONT get along. the reader is young and she’s got a sharp tongue and cheek that irritates the shit out of joel, who shoots back just as much condescending insults. they literally can’t be in a room without getting into it. however, the reader does it for his attention (she’s got daddy issues), and joel doesn’t catch onto this until she’s knocking on his door at midnight because she can’t sleep and she needs him and she doesn’t know how to admit it. he pulls her in the house and absolute filth ensues. he makes her blow him and then they fuck. joel is smug and condescending the whole time, and reader just becomes a ragdoll. Size kink, dirty talk, daddy kink, creampie/breeding, the works PLEASE

you got it, anon! ✨ this was requested on @atticrissfinch's page too, go check it out! i love how the same request can elicit two different stories. i did my best not to read it before i finished this (it was as difficult as it sounds cos HOO BOI 😅🥵♡)

only daddy that'll walk the line

6.2k | joel miller x f!reader

rating: 18+ MDNI

warning: big mean dom!joel™️ lmao, alcoholism (reader's dad, but also drunk!joel for a second - **this is not in the smutty scenes**), parental abuse (verbal, it is brief), smut, age difference (joel is 56, reader is 18-early 20s - your choice), size kink, dirty talk (joel's a talker more than his usual grunty self), name calling (bitch, brat, slut, etc.), light praise kink & like- two pet names, ✨ degrading language and acts ✨, edging, choking/gagging, hair pulling, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, spitting kink!!!, spanking, oral (m receiving), no prepping the reader, brat tamer!joel, bratty reader, if i missed anything lmk

summary: based in jackson, you have the unfortunate predicament of being friends with tommy miller and hating his brother, joel – and you have no problem in letting either of them know that! until one night you are brought to joel's doorstep.

A/N: this is my first request! thank you! huzzah!! hopefully it's to your liking, nonnie. he's big mean dom!joel™️ but with a conscience yknow?? enjoy ♡ i did proofread this, but i wrote it over the course of a couple weeks. i did my best! lol

"Dude, what's his fucking problem!?"  You roll into the dining hall in a huff.  Shuffling to your seat for dinner, you slam your tray down and Maria gives you a combined look of worry and irritation at peace being compromised.

"Who, honey?"  Tommy asks, handing you a glass of water with an entertained grin because he's positive he knows just who you're talking about.

He'd seen the two of you go at each other's throats earlier in the day when you were trying to get by him on your way out the door.  His back was to you, and he all but ignored your request to get out of the way.  Causing you to shove past him, which ensued an argument between the two of you.  Which led you to both of you gunning each other with your words until you both left in a bad mood.

Joel had his back to you, his frame fully in the doorway as he spoke with a woman in town.  It started off slow: a few clearings of your throat, a slight nudge of his back.  No avail.

"Excuse me," you shouted, pushing at him again before he finally turned around quickly with his jaw ticked.

"Do you have any manners, Christ."  He said dry and muttered under his breath, but the lady made room for you and you nodded politely in her direction.

"Maybe if you weren't so fucking old, you could've heard me!"

"And watch your fuckin' mouth."

Joel turned his back to you, not giving you a moment to retort.  Conversation over. 

"This fucker," when you look up, you see Joel coming towards the table.  The sight of him gives you a set of shivers you can't explain.  Not complete disgust, but certainly not excitement.

"You really oughta keep better company," Joel tells his brother, sitting down beside him, he frames his entire body towards Tommy so he's sitting in a way to make you feel ignored.

"I'm right here, you know."  Your head is moving so you're in the line of his vision.

"Don't remind me.  Listen, this is a family dinner.  Go find your own."

A slap in the face would've hurt less.  Before Tommy or Maria had the chance to come to your defences – both of their mouths open ready to take up for you – you stood up, shoving your tray over to Joel.  So loud, other people turn their gaze to the four of you.

"Fuckin– eat up, then."

As you storm off to your house, you hear Tommy scold his older brother but you don't look back.

---

The next morning, your father wakes you up to the sound of his own yelling for you to come downstairs.  You'd been helping out Maria and Tommy to get your own place, or at least a shared one with people your age and to hear your dad's voice; whiskey-soaked and cruel, makes your stomach churn.

After slipping on your clothes for the day, you make it to the kitchen where he's sitting at the table and reeking from alcohol even from where you're standing.

"Didn't you hear me call you?"  His words were slurred and angry.

"Yes, I'm sorry."  It's such a difference from how you talk to other people, talk to Joel, for example.  Maybe because he's the last person you spoke to, but he's the first one who pops into your head during this interaction.  You sound meek, scared to say something wrong.  A stark difference from how you speak to Joel – abandoning all worries of punishment.  Almost like you wanted that from him.

"Fuckinbetterbe – hiccup – breakfast.  Now."  Your dad all but snaps his fingers and rage creeps up the back of your throat, biting your tongue so hard you break the surface layer.  A slight streak of blood coats your mouth, but you do as you're told.

This morning is kinder than others.  Your dad did not say thank you for the pancakes, you didn't get hit or debased too much.  You consider it a win.  Once you leave your house as soon as you can, Joel's chest hits your face as soon as you turn the corner.  The milliseconds seem long when you're met with the warmth and solidity of his chest, the scent of cedar and... whiskey?  It seemed too early, even for him, to be drinking and you shake off the unreasonable rationale that he should be treated differently than your father for the same behaviour.

You ignore the similarities of him and your father all together, actually.

"Watch where you're goin'," Joel's brows are knit together, which is normal for him, but you've never been this close to see his lips from this angle above you.  You almost say something out of the ordinary for the two of you, but you reel it in quickly.

"You're one to fuckin' talk.  Morning coffee smells a lot like alcohol.  Maybe I should tell Tommy about your habits."

"Does it ever hurt your head bein' a bitch all the time?"

"Not as bad as that hangover will be around noon.  Move."

You push past the large build in front of you with a clenched jaw, unable to be around him a second longer.  "Fuck you, Joel," you mutter for good measure on your way to Tommy and Maria's.

They'd given you safety on days when it seemed scarce, and showing up felt appropriate.  You were a little closer with Tommy than Maria.  He was able to listen to you without being too judgy, and you needed that.  The lack of safety piece was a lot like how your day started off.  You walk around to the back where Tommy's working on a new hobby and you sit in front of him, letting out a big sigh.

"Y'daddy givin' you trouble again?"

Typically when Tommy asks about your father he says it like this, but today it catches you off guard.  Confusion twists your mind, but you nod distractedly.  "Yea, he was drunk this morning.  Your brother, too."

You slide that one in fast.

Tommy fists through his hair, letting out a heavy exhale.  "Shit.  We both got trouble this mornin', I guess."

"Seems like it."

You're unusually quiet, looking at the ground more than anything.  It bugs you that Joel and your father have a similar quality to them.  That they both are up reaching for the bottle, but for Joel it's not a common occurrence and that makes you worried – an emotion you don't have for him that often, if you're being honest.  You don't think about his experiences that often.  But this is the first time, really, you've even seen Joel drunk like that.  You remember Tommy mentioning that he'd given up the stuff since Sarah's passing when everyone was around a fire one night sharing stories.

As if the dots connect in real time, you look over to Tommy who looks worried sick.

"He'll figure it out,"  you reassure, chewing the inside of your cheek before heading out.  You call behind you, "I'll be around."

You've never really been good at the whole 'being there for someone' thing.

~~

Later on, you find yourself in the mess hall again for the night's dinner and you catch Maria, Tommy, Joel, and Ellie all together and it feels weird to sit with them.  They're all laughing, Joel looks sobered up.  And it seems that Tommy didn't bring up the conversation the two of you shared.  They look like a happy family and twists a knot in your throat and the proverbial knife at your side.

"Can I please spend the night at Tommy and Maria's?  Please?"  Ellie is looking over at Joel with the sweetest expression, you snicker to yourself at how menacing she actually was.  It seemed to do the trick, though.  Joel's eyes flicker over to you, and it feels like you're being caught for something.  The look is inculpatory without you doing anything.  As if to say you are witnessing something too personal, a side of him not meant for you.  "Yeah, sure," his response to Ellie sounds distant.

This gives you no choice but to walk up to the scene, to sit down beside Maria.  She gives you a welcoming grin and makes space for you.  "What'd I miss?"  You look over to Ellie who's excited to see you, but Joel?  Not so much.  His eyebrows narrow down his face, suddenly more quiet than usual, even for him.  You set your sights back on Ellie who's telling you all of the cool things she's gonna do at her Uncle Tommy's and you flash a smile that lets her know you're listening.  Or at least trying.  It's hard when Joel isn't even initiating the usual conflict with each other.  More arguing than speaking.  And the fact it wasn't happening was off.

"That sounds like a blast...," you trail off, your chin in your hands.

"If you're not gonna listen to her, don't ask her questions."  Joel barks, eyes now solemnly black in your direction.  It makes you scared and delighted at once.  Like he was back to normal.  Your normal.

"I was listening to her?"  You retort, and everyone's quiet now.  Awkwardness filling the air as the two of you battle it out.  "Maybe if you weren't so drunk all the time you'd know the differen–"  "Hey, now."  Tommy chimes in, giving you a stern look of disapproval and you feel bad.  Reflective.  Joel wasn't drunk all the time, and you knew exactly why he was this morning.

You exhale, "I'm sorry," you nod in the direction of everyone but Joel and stand up from your seat, "enjoy your family time."

On your way back to your house, you catch a glimpse of a group of people your age.  People you'd grown up with, but they didn't acknowledge you and it digs the wound closer in.  You truly felt alone.  Like nothing fit, and maybe you didn't belong in Jackson but it wasn't like there were many choices to go to.

---

More times than not you sneak into your room.  Not because you are past a type of curfew, you were an adult.  It was more, you didn't want your dad to know you were around.  Your door was locked when you climbed in through the window.

You got comfortable, spilling out of your clothes for the day and into your pajamas.  Cotton shorts and a loose tee.  Your breasts perky and nipples taut from the worn fabric.  A lot of the day was spent dealing with heavy subjects that you just wanted to let your mind escape.

Staring at the ceiling in your bed, your eyes become blurry in need of sleep.  Needing release.  Anything.

Your mind wanders to why Joel was so quiet with you when you sat down.  It wasn't like that was the first time the two of you had a shouting match in front of everyone, but this felt different.  You deduce it to Joel having an off day and let your mind wander somewhere else.

Or, at least you try.

Because when your hands explore your body under the blankets, Joel comes back to life in your thoughts.  You come back to the warmth of his chest when you ran into him this morning, the grunt that left him from impact.  What that would sound like against your ear.  Before you know it, you're shifting your thighs together, spreading the mess of your cunt.  A craving ignites your bloodstream.

It's slick between your legs when you sit up, and you're full of determination unbeknownst of where it's coming from.  The act itself is a little heady, but you have nothing to lose so why not?

Slipping on a pair of shoes and a jacket that covers your clothes, you turn your back to the window and scurry down until you're able to jump off onto the grass.  One step close to where you want to be.

Joel's house is across the street which makes it easy to get to, but aggravating when you want a sense of peace.  He's always around, shooting you a menacing stare when you're not down each other's throats but there's an ache you can't deny.  A compulsion.

You knock on his door twice before he swings it open almost like he saw you approach, but he doesn't tug you inside like you thought he was.  Doesn't make you get on your knees or fulfill any fantasy of being used.  Of... making him proud.

"What?"  His question is dry and a part of you is crushed. He isn't taking advantage of the way your legs look in your shorts right away.

"You're not the only one who had a bad fucking day," you start, but he doesn't give you a moment to push through the door because before you know it you're being pulled inside.  The sound of a slamming door somewhere behind you.  You're forced to look at him with his paw wrapped around your jaw, thumb tilting your chin up effortlessly.  It locks you in place.

"You came here.  Why?  Y'want me to fuck your bad day away?"

You gape is panicked, eyes wide now in this compromising position.  You can't think, you can't nod or say words.  You just stare.

"She's real fuckin' quiet now," Joel shoves you against the closed door, not letting an inch of space be wasted and he takes your wrist with his free hand, palming you over his hardening cock in his jeans.  "How about now.  You payin' close attention?"

You whimper, nodding softly as your fingers massage and rub, tug at anything you can through the fabric.

"Did I tell you y'could do that?"  His words make you pause, shivering at how truly empty your mind is in the moment.  Even in your inexperience you don't know you've ever felt so instantly timid.  Joel makes you fold at the first hint of misbehaviour.  You can't think of a thing to say.  Halfway don't know why you're here in the first place, and he's got you so wet from this it almost hurts.  Stickiness coats your thighs as you squeeze your legs together and you're sure it will be obvious even through your cotton shorts.

You shake your head, and he's sick of you not speaking to him.  Squeezes your face tighter, "Use your fucking words."

"No... no you didn't," you manage and you've never heard yourself sound so pathetic.

"I didn't, that's right.  You answer to me."  The snapping sound of his words causes your eyes to roll in annoyance.  He doesn't own you, he never fucking could.  The action makes his jaw tighten, his hand from your jaw in a grip that didn't hurt now is wrapped around your throat and although it's not tight, it certainly isn't loose.  "What the fuck was that?"

You're back to being silent, unable to do anything but take.

"Not asking again."

"I rolled my ey–"

"You rolled your eyes.  Roll your fuckin' eyes at me again, little girl.  You'll regret it."

A cool threat, you think.  Meaningless, even.  What possible reproach would he have anyway?

It's then you take in the house.  You'd been here once before to stay with Ellie.  It's dark, a single lamp upstairs.  All of this is background noise to the drone of your need prickling your youthful skin.  It's apparent, your age difference, when you're this close.  His rough fingers, wrinkles catching the moonlight peeking in through the windows.

"I–I'm sorry," you've been saying that a lot lately.

"Don't apologise to me.  Don't say sorry when I know you're not."  His thumb moves from your chin to your lips, thumbing over just how pliable and soft they are and it sends your nerves to the surface.  Prying your lips apart, he presses inside and you willingly wrap your lips around it to lap the pad of his digit.  "Look at that sweet thing," he says, more at you than to you, and your neck flushes being this willing to suck for him, "so easy for me to use.  I put my thumb to y'er lips and you just took it right in, didn't ya?"  The taste of his skin robs you of any other sense, his tone making you all but fold.

"Show me what this mouth is good for, 'cuz it sure ain't good at a sincere apology."

Before you know it, you're on your knees.  Joel is kind enough that he ushers you down onto the hardwood floor and you can't believe you're face to face with his crotch in front of his door, no less.

"You couldn't wait to take me to your bedroom?"

Joel doesn't reply straight away.  Instead you hear the clanking of metal, a zipper coming undone, and the slap of his cock hitting his abdomen on the way out of his pants.  You take mental note that he hasn't been asleep by his attire, but it's all for nothing when your eyes make out the shapes in the dim light.  You choke when you see just how big he is.

He tuts, leaning his head condescendingly as he takes a chunk of your hair in his palm to tilt your chin up to greet his cock.  "Aw, you think you're goin' t'my room?"  The words make you feel naïve, the one or two times you've done something like this didn't have nearly as much... compromise.  And you certainly didn't hook up with someone twice your age.  You don't have time to be self-conscious because the head of him, the leaky head of him, is tapping against your lips and your eyes roll back as you open your mouth for him.  After jumping slightly in surprise, of course.

He sighs in relief with a deigned smile, pushing his hips further.  "Fuck.  You hear that?  Nothing!  Sounds so fuckin' good, shuttin' you up."

But it's not entirely nothing, is it?  Not with your gagging, slurping up what you can but you don't know what you're doing all the way and fumbling through half of it.  Doesn't seem to faze him much.

It's obscene as it feels, him using you like this – and you don't feel an ounce of guilt when it's exactly what you want.  The switch flips on why you came to his door in the first place.  His big thumb swipes over the corner of your full mouth, "You like that, dontcha, filthy thing?"

And you hated how right he was.  You wanted to scream, kick him.  Retaliate in a way so you could still be in this submission at the same time.

Your mouth was full by the earthy taste of him, obliterating whatever feelings you had about the day.  A bad mood that he had contributions in, but it's melting from the constant thrust of his hips.  And he's keeping your head locked in place, hand gripped in the strands so you can feel your spit mingling with the underside of his cock.  Honestly, every part of his dick is covered in your spit.  It spills down your chin, threatens up your nose when you gag, leaves your eyes to water when you look up at him in a dire need to breathe fully, but he's not done with you.

Not until the loudest, lewdest pop from your mouth you've ever heard does Joel break contact completely.  Steps back until you're being observed in a patronising way.  Your gone expression.  All saliva and tears and his precum smeared over your mouth.  You can barely bring yourself to look up, but his demands seem to do the trick.

Snapping his fingers at you to get your attention, you swallow hard.  "Nuh uh.  You're not gonna get all soft on me, girl.  Wake the fuck up."

Which would be simple if he wasn't practically dragging you by your hair, making you crawl on your hands and knees until you're on your feet and you're shoved onto his couch.

All that and you're still dressed.

"Off," he's barking commands like you're a trainable being and if you were in any other state, you may reconsider this whole ordeal, but when he pushed you onto the couch your legs spread just enough for him to see the wetness smearing the cotton at the apex of your thighs and that amuses him. "not good at hidin' how much of a slut y'are."

"You think it's just you that does this to me?" You find your voice again, hoisting yourself up to sit on his couch as his cock – thick and proud – sways against the fabric caught between it.  Your tongue presses to your cheek when you make eye contact, "You're kidding yourself."

The venom drips so fluidly from your tongue, Joel doesn't make a sound.  Just peels off his clothes until he's standing there naked in his house, giving you living proof that you are kidding yourself.

The silence speaks for itself.  He is pure smug under the sight of your drooling gaze.

"It's real cute that you think y'got control over the situation n'all," the weight shifting on this couch from the cushion shaping around his knee.  Joel sits down, taking you by the scalp again to cloak you over his lap stomach-first, and you yelp in surprise when he does all of this and tugs your shorts down in one fell swoop.

With your hair in his fist, his other hand ghosts over your ass in effort to make sure you squirm for him before administering a devilishly loud spank to your ass.  "But somebody better teach you better manners.  Sure as shit itn’t your father."

You crack out a sob at that– from the contact and the truth.  You couldn't retort, you were too busy getting slap after slap against your increasingly worn ass to think about anything else.  "Lucky I ain't making y'count.  You'd have this for eternity now."

Not that it mattered anyway.  He's leaving mark after mark of his large handprint across your cheeks, probably ten more if you could even focus on anything else but finding the words to stop him.

"Please– y-you're right," tears stain your face as you bury your face in your arms.  Flinching when Joel moves, you expect another searing punishment, but instead he pulls your ass apart and you gasp at the cool air striking your cunt that's hot and wet for him.  "Joel!"

“Dirty fuckin’ girl, wet from gettin’ punished.  I talked so bad about you, and you liked it?  You’re as desperate as I thought.  Only good for gettin’ my cock wet.”  And it’s like a lever is pulled when your slutty little smile plasters over your face with him out of view.  Not that you had much time to gloat, or to experience the pleasure of living in your own fantasy because Joel’s got you pulled again.  His thick thighs spread apart when he maneuvers you so willingly to sit between his legs.  Right where he wants you.  Right where you can feel the throbbing pulse at your folds.  He tells you to take off the rest of your clothes and you would be a fool to do otherwise.

“Bad girls don’t get the luxury of bein’ opened,” that Texan drawl slips over your ear when he holds the base of his cock, slicking himself through your folds, you gasp and wriggle against him – his grip tightening harder.  Silently warning you if you make another move it’s over, you’re done.  It’s over.  All the while the searing stretch of him causes your cunt to flutter and clench around him.  It’s too much, too overwhelming, and he won’t let you adjust long enough.  “You’ll get over it,” but it’s not reassuring.  He still sounds in control despite his laboured breathing and when he can, he moves his hands to grip your hips and guide you down on him.  You scream, a knee jerk response wriggle away from him, but this position doesn’t quite allow for that.

“Be a good girl.”

That folds you, quite literally, as he moves his hips down to pound up into yours, using you like his own toy to get himself off with.  And it’s just the incredible sounds of your squelching cunt and his balls tapping against your folds.  The fucking isn’t frantic, but it certainly isn’t soft.  He’s rough with you, a hand traveling up your back to grip your hair so your neck is back in place and he lifts you upright so your back is curved, neck craned so if you tried, you could make him out – upside down.  “Poor thing couldn’t help it, had to get a daddy to take care of her.  You want that, kitten?  Wanna be used and as daddy’s little fucktoy – only good for makin’ me cum?”  his hand sneaks around to the front of you with his free hand, he presses and digs into your pubic bone to make you feel exactly where he is.  “Put a baby right here.  Make everyone know what you fuckin’ did.”

You whine, eyes rolling back at the thought.  It was so obscene, nothing like you’d ever even heard of before.  Where did he fucking learn how to talk like this?  Your brain is swimming while your sticky sweetness coats his lap, clawing at his thighs for any sort of stability, but it was dizzying how he had you.  How his grunts filled the air in between slaps like he had your hips placed at the perfect angle for him to work you.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”  His gritting teeth by the shell of your ear, he keeps you secure within your hair to snake his arm around the front of you tugging and rolling at the sensitive nubs of your nipples.  When he feels you appear to drift off, those rough hands supply another smack, but to your tits this time, your fingernails clawing into his thighs involuntarily as you squeal in surprise.  You tighten at that, fluttering around his cock and you feel it at the edge.  So close you can almost taste it.

But he knows you’re close, too, and there’s no way in hell he’s giving that to you.  Not when you’ve barged into his house like this, not when you’ve done nothing but be an insufferable brat to him since the moment he came to Jackson.

Joel hovers you over his lap, and your heels dig into the floorboard.  His hips still, keeping the very tip of his cock inside of you – you feel panic flash over your body.  “No,” it’s the first word you’ve uttered in god knows how long and it sounds desperate.  Any hope of getting an orgasm swirls down the drain, and it’s set in stone when he pushes you on your back – the lumpy couch digging into your skin.  “No, no, please.  Why!”

His eyes could burn a hole through you.  Like a hungry dog, his body hovers – shoulders stooped, head down when he pours his gaze into you.  And he likes what he sees.  Legs open and begging, willing to do anything to get him back into you.  Your cunt glistening, even in the dull light and he can tell it’s pulsing.  “Poor thing’s clampin’ around nothin’,” he teases, grunting when his knees meet the couch cushions – another tell of his age.  But you, you’re too preoccupied in taming the ache between your legs to comment.  It burns, coming back to a fixed state you realise how stretched out you were and it’s more than overwhelming.  To know you haven’t been used to completion, all hope draining from your face.

“Joel,” your breath is shaky underneath him, pupils blown and wet when you make out his features, “Joel, please.  Please, I want this.”

“Darlin’, I know you want it.  Everybody in town knows you want it,” his words make you sob a whine as they approach closer to your neck, the delicate graze of his beard dances at your pulsepoint and you shudder.  Hips raise and he’s quick to slam them back down into place.  “If you want me, ‘Joel’ ain’t whatchu say to get me.”

And if you felt hopeless before, you really do now.  Unable to do anything but debase yourself for your own pleasure.  You’d heard it earlier, the way he referred to himself with a name that brought up mixed feelings at Tommy’s.  You swallow down embarrassment, looking him in the eyes – which were faded obsidian, your fingernails dig into your own thighs as if to brace for what’s tempting to slip out of your throat.

You hated that he made you nervous.

And you hated the hold he had over you.

But he had it, there was no doubt about it.  He had it.  He had you.

Your jaw ticks forward, fully aware of your clit screaming for attention and exhale shakily.  “Please, daddy.  Please, I want this.”

“Eh,” Joel muses, shaking his head, “I don’t believe ya.  Really gotta hear the desperation in your voice.  Maybe if I,” his hand reaches for his cock, slapping the sloppy head of it against your folds and that– that sends you.  Takes you to a different destination entirely because for the first time all night there’s attention to that bundle of nerves, and he knows it.  He knows you need this in order to give everything over to him in full.  “Daddy!” you screech, pelvis jutting up in full inclination and without a single word, Joel’s cock spears into you all the way to the hilt.  All the way to your cervix.

His hands, emitting heat and wrapped largely around your hips, locks you where he wants you like some animal in heat.  It forces you to bring your legs up into a position you aren’t sure you’ve ever been in – thighs against your stomach, by your sides.  It’s so, “deep,” you whimper, head rocking as your mouth flies open and he’s delivering you thrust after thrust of pleasure so wrecking no noise comes from you.

“Is that what you needed? Fuckin' brat,”  Joel is still able to tease, but even he isn’t immune to how tight you are around him.  Your fluttering core begging for release as it moves in and out around him – as if it’s doing its own begging.  “You wanna be filled up to the brim with my cum, babygirl?  Needy fucking cunt like you only good for matin’ like this.”  Your skin burns at his words, your body convulsing as you do your best to keep it together.

That’s when Joel’s hand wraps around your throat, a line of spit falling into your mouth and you willingly drink from him.  “You hold off, you ain’t gettin’ it tonight,” you pout for a moment, not fully understanding what he means by that, but he clarifies when his hips get sharper, more precise.  As if his cock is hooked inside of you, not letting a drip of precum spill out of you against your cervix.  “Y’ain’t cummin’, but I am.”

His grip around your throat gets harder, and you swear you can see every vein in his face rise to the surface when he uses you.  You’re limp, all thoughts washed away – his cock thick and long, you aren’t even sure how he fits it all inside of you but he does.  The edge of your stomach bulges as he works you, his neck cranes back to expose his neck and it’s too much to take. For both of you.  His hot cum ropes cords inside of you, sticking to your walls.  Filling you up is an understatement with how much he has to give you.  It’s as if you can discern the moment his seed grazes your cervix in its sticky texture.  Your head is swimming at the sound of your animalistic grunts, he looks so… fucking hot like this.  His name is replaced with ‘daddy’ more easily than you care to admit.  You do try not to chase your orgasm… a part of you does, anyway.

But you’re defiant.

You can take yourself there without him telling you to, and in fact the opportunity to disobey him is just what you need to send yourself creaming all over his cock.  You gasp, eyes wide before they roll back and you’re fucking yourself on his spent cock that somehow still has life to it.  Even for his age, he can still keep it hard for you after his seed coats your insides.  “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” becomes part of your breath, and you’re shocked he doesn’t pull out of you even though his hips are still.  You don’t notice it until you come down considering you’re using him.  Did he say you could do that?  As if you’re woken up by an alarm, you jerk at the sensation of the orgasm you snuck.  Without his permission.  You look up, and his knuckles are bleached around your hips.  He looks so menacing like this, scary.  You shake your head, swallowing hard in your attempt to fix things.

But it’s too late for you.  You’re a brat at the end of the day, and he has to train you.  Make you realise the error of your ways.

His cock is still buried deep when his middle finger plays where the two of you connect.  A whine escapes you, shivering now, not quite sure what he’s going to do.  He’s lethally quiet, you aren’t sure how to react.  He’s contemplating what to do to you, he’s not met someone who’s as menacing as he is.  As unwilling to give away freedom.  Not since… his nostrils flare as he inhales.

“I told you not to do that,” Joel stating the obvious makes you clear your throat, his cock twitching inside you in the aftershocks sends your teeth to bite down on your lip and you shake your head, “I c- I couldn’t help it!” You lie, and he knows it.  Compels him to prod that middle finger just above his cock inside you and the stretch is too much.  When you reach out for his forearm, his other hand darkens over your wrist, pinning it back in a way that hurts.  You wince in tandem with it and his monstrous hook of the digit inside you.  You’re so full, “It’s too-it’s too much!” you tap at anything you can, but he’s not listening.

Instead, the pad of his finger has no problem in touching that spongy bit inside of you – especially since your cunt is stretched from his cock and he can see it.  His cum tempts to pool out of you, but he shoves it back in, working his finger inside you repeatedly but he’s just rubbing.  He’s just rolling his finger against your g-spot until you feel so overstimulated it brings more pain than pleasure.  “Came like you knew what you were doin’,” he finally remarks, thumb rolling over your clit and you can’t take it.  “Please, pl– it’s too much!  Daddy!”  That rhythm is sly, though, in making you come undone.  Again and again.  As you’re on the peak of what would be an explosive orgasm, Joel pulls out of you entirely.  His cock, his finger.  His warmth is a distant memory when he stands up, palming over his cock.  How did he get hard again?!  He would deal with that on his own time.

Your moan is choked out, thighs pressing together for any sort of… something.  A release, a grind.  You’re left panting and begging, your tits perky and heaving for him.

“What did I say, little girl?”  He climbs into his clothes, one button up at a time with his flannel.  “You won’t be cumming for a week with that fuckin’ attitude.”

You’re so lost in chasing a feeling, soon to disappear as it could arrive that all you can do is whimper and nod.  “I’m so–” his hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.  Spit covers your face, and you hum like a kitten at the feeling of his hot saliva down your cheek, “What did I fucking say about apologisin’ when you’re not sorry?”

You wipe your face, sucking the spit off your thumb with a satisfied smirk.  “Fuckin’ loved it, daddy.”

He swallows then, his head shaking in disbelief over how much of a filthy bitch you are.  “Yeah, yeah you fuckin’ did.  Belong to me now, you understand?  Gonna let everybody know what a slut you are for this cock.”

And you would be lying if you didn’t experience a swell of pride in those words.  You’d be down each other’s throats again in no time, but the look of ownership that adorns his face over you is too much not to bask in.

“A week?”  You study him, eyes wet and round, look up at him and you see his cheek twitch in response.

“Gonna be two if you keep it up.”

You let out a faint sigh, resting your head back on the armrest.  “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he coos, leaning down to press his lips at the shell of your ear.  Fingers tucking his cum back in your hole.  He relishes in how hot you feel under his fingers.

“Now get the fuck out of my house.”

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Yin and Yang Part 3 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Older Daddy Eddie (Late 30s)/ Older Dom Mr. Harrington (Late 30s) & Younger Fem Sub Y/N (mid 20s), SMUT, reader becomes a bit of brat in this one, Spanking, slight degrading, LOTS of dirty talk, hair pulling, I think that's it. FLUFF, Eddie and the reader have a long established relationship and they love each other, they love Steve to but...

ANGST, Reader feels neglected with how busy both boys are but especially Eddie. Tries to make them jealous, Jealous Steddie 😈,There's a moment where Eddie talks about his mom and his grief (brief), Steve has some insecurities with intimacy and being in a relationship (written from the fears of yours truly *bows* LOOK I HAVE TRAUMA OK?!), Cliffhanger ending (because I can :) ).

Enjoy reading it because I had fun writing the smut part lol

Word Count: 5771

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For the past few weeks, Eddie had been incredibly busy. 

There was a new band that had been signed to his label and he was doing everything he could to push them in front of all the important eyes he could. When you went to visit him, most of the time he was in a meeting or on the phone. What really bothered you was when he brought all that home and spent hours in his office grumbling at people on the other end. 

Steve had been on the go a lot as well. It had been a few months since you first met him and you found yourself missing him as much as you missed Eddie. You would constantly scroll through his social media and watch interviews he did on YouTube hoping to just get a glimpse of what he was up to. Did he miss you as much as you missed him? Probably not with how many women he was constantly seen with. 

Even with your boyfriend, you felt like he wasn’t giving you enough attention and it made you feel underappreciated.

“That’s ridiculous, Mack, are you kidding? These ladies are incredibly popular right now and they are worth way more than the price you’re offering.”

It was late in the evening and Eddie had barely touched his food before his phone rang and he excused himself to take the call. You missed him so much and you hated feeling so alone. After changing into your white silk nightie you knew he loved, you tip toed into his office as he leaned back into his chair and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

He barely even moved when you slid onto his lap and wrapped one of your arms around the back of his neck while your other palm rubbed his chest. 

“I’m not someone you fucking haggle with. Either you give me the price we’re offering or you don’t and you have no band. It is what it is.” Hanging up his phone, he tossed it loudly onto his desk as he released a heavy sigh. “Jesus, I’m fucking done with event managers and producers.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I know how hard you work. Can I make you feel better?”

“Oh, sweetheart, not tonight. I still have one more call to make and then I just want to take a long warm shower and go to bed.”

“Please, baby.”, you coo as you kiss his cheek.

You both exhale in frustration as his phone starts to aggressively vibrate. As he reaches over to answer, your own palm shoots out to cover his. 

“Please, Eddie.”, you plead as your eyes bore into his. 

“I have to take this, Y/N. It will be real quick and—”

He doesn’t even get to finish as you push yourself off his lap and head towards your bed to fall asleep alone. 

***

A knock on the front door startles you both while you were (silently) getting ready for the launch party of Eddie’s new band that he finally signed to biggest venue in California. 

“Are you expecting anyone?”

After shaking your head, he saunters over to the door and slowly opens it before a force of a man pushes through making Eddie beam with delight. 

“Harrington! What are you doing here, man?”

“Like I’d miss one of your launches, dude. Where’s your gorgeous girlfriend?” Both men were taken aback when they heard your heels click along the floor before you practically jumped in Steve’s open arms. “Whoa! There she is. Everything alright?”

You didn’t say anything as you squeezed your arms tightly around him and inhaled the cologne that clung to his neck. 

“Baby, let him breathe.”

“I’m sorry. I…we just missed you.”

A small smile flickers across his lips when you release him from your hold before he leans down and tenderly kisses your cheek. 

“I missed you both to and you both look delicious like always.”, he grins. “Come on, let’s have some fun tonight.”

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You weren’t having any fun as you pouted in the back of the club hosting the party with your arms crossed as you watched both men before you. Eddie, who didn’t really enjoy this kind of evening events, mingled with some of the men and continued to gesture towards the group he signed as they let loose on stage, completely ignoring you to the point that he barely even noticed when your arm detached from his to go on the hunt for Steve. 

The businessman himself, was giggling and openly flirting with a couple of women at a nearby table and you couldn’t help the bile that gurgled in your throat when you noticed one of their hands was resting on his upper thigh. 

Neither of them were paying attention and it pissed you off. As you thought about ways to attain what you desperately craved an opportunity suddenly presented itself. 

“Hey pretty girl. I’m Xavier and I couldn’t help but notice you over here by yourself. May I buy you a drink and keep you company?”

With a mischievous smirk, you nodded and allowed this young man to take your hand as he guided you to the bar. As he began to talk to you about something you couldn’t care less about, you wondered how long it would take for them to notice. Eddie wasn’t exactly the jealous type but he was incredibly protective especially when it came to parties with a lot of people. He had an idea of how the industry was and wanted to make sure you were always safe. 

You had also never really given him a reason to be jealous because you were always so infatuated with him, you never even wanted to look anywhere else. With Steve, it was different and he was so much like Eddie with a few contrasts that together would make them a force to be reconned with. 

“Y/N.”, the businessman cooed you name with a sarcastic edge. “Who’s your friend?”

“Hi, um, I’m Xavier.”, he introduces again, raising his hand for Steve to shake.

His gorgeous eyes look down at it with disgust before clicking his tongue and meeting his gaze. 

“Yeah, I would get your palm off her thigh, X.” Your own eyes quickly look that way to find the other man’s hand was indeed resting where the end of your dress and skin meet. You hadn’t even noticed. 

“What’s it to you, Mr. Harrington?”

When Steve chuckles, a giddy adrenaline sends chills through your body straight down to your core.

“Is this really the game you want to play, honey?”, he asks you as he absently gestures to the man across from you. 

“Excuse me but it sounds like you’re threatening this young woman, Steven.”, the man tries to defend. 

“That’s because I am, Xavier.”, he replies in an equally matched tone without breaking his eye contact from yours. “See, this young woman is Eddie’s girl and since he’s my best friend I have a responsibility to keep an eye on her.”

“And yet she was standing by herself near the wall all alone.”

Pain briefly flashes through Steve’s eyes; at you being alone or the fact that he didn’t notice, you weren’t sure. Sighing and shaking his head, he turns without saying another word and walks away leaving you in disbelief. 

That’s all? He’s not going to do anything? 

The heartbreak you felt was aggressively overwhelmed with anger as you got up from your chair and stomped towards your boyfriend. 

“EDWARD MUNSON! I need to talk to you NOW!”

His wide shocked eyes met yours as all conversation around him immediately ceased before regaining his composure to politely smile your way. 

“Baby, I’m in the middle of a conversation right now. Can it wait a moment?”

“No, it can’t but if you want to keep ignoring me and talking to these assholes you can!” The sound of Steve choking on his beverage as he laughed at your words behind Eddie’s shoulder caught your attention. “Shut up, Harrington! You’re just as much of an asshole as the rest of them!”

A couple of the men beside him snicker as your boyfriend’s angry eyes remain locked on you as his head tilts to the side. He’s never seen you behave this way and to be honest he found it fascinating even as he was seething. 

“Uh oh, Eddie. Sounds like someone’s girlfriend needs a tampon.”

For a moment, you think he’s going to ignore the rude comment as he continues to glare your way as his chest rises and falls in heavy fury filled breaths. 

“You know what, Kevin, one of our bands is playing at one of your venues next week right? I’m going to pull them and go with my second choice.”

“Now wait a minute, Ed—”

“NO, YOU WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!”, he abruptly yells the man’s way, making you jump. “Even though she’s being a brat, that’s still the woman I love so you will show her fucking respect! Am I being understood?!”

“Yeah, man. Yeah, we understand.”

Glancing behind him at Steve again, you notice him bite his bottom lip as his glassy eyes constantly rake over Eddie as he defends you. 

“Nothing hotter than watching Eddie get tightly wound.”

When he first told you that, you didn’t exactly have a frame of reference but seeing it now as the man you loved oozed and asserted his dominance was driving you crazy. 

Taking a hold of your hand, Eddie practically tugs you towards the exit with Steve in tow. Behind you, you hear one of the girls he had been talking to ask where he was going but the businessman ignored her question as he grabs the hand she had placed on his bicep and moves it to the side. 

“You want my attention, little girl, you got it.”, Eddie growled making your knees weak. 

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You couldn’t help but drag your feet a little bit as your boyfriend powerwalked into your shared apartment and made a beeline towards the bourbon. 

“Move.”, Steve commanded firmly as he lightly pushed you forward till you were in the middle of the wide-open living room. “Stay.”

“I’m not a fucking dog.”, you sassed under your breath right as he turned to leave. 

Smirking, he swiveled slowly back around to face you before roughly tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling your head back till your chin was jutting out in the air as your defiant eyes met his.

“Stop acting like a bitch and I’ll stop treating you like one.”, he replied calm and cooly as if he were whispering sweet nothings against your lips. “Now…stay.”

This time he backed away from you, raising his eyebrow as if to challenge you to speak again which you don’t take. 

“Are you alright?”, Steve asks genuinely as Eddie knocks back what’s in his glass and pours another. 

“She’s never done that before. She’s never been a brat like that.”

“Hm.”, he hums as they both shift their gazes your way. “Maybe, it’s been too long since Daddy’s shown little girl her place.” 

When worry paints Eddie’s features, his friend tenderly pushes his long hair out of the way so he can see his face. The action made your head tilt as you continued to study their personal dynamic. They seemed to care about each other very much but lately you often wondered why they never pushed past that best friend boundary. 

“Does it bother you? That she’s not as innocent as you believed her to be?” Without hesitation, the man shook his head making Steve toss a lighthearted smile your way as if to tell you everything was ok. “Eddie, she’s a big girl. She knows her limits and she knows your safe word. She been practically begging for your attention to the point that she caused a scene in front of those douchebags. Give baby girl what she’s asking for.”

“I don’t want to hurt her. I…I don’t know how to be like you, Steve.”

You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you could see the conflict in your boyfriend’s eyes. You wanted to assure him you were fine and that you trusted him. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.

“It’s ok, Eddie, baby.”

“Did either of us say you could speak, little girl?!”, Steve boomed making you yelp as you immediately silenced yourself. Like a devil on his shoulder, the businessman whispered in Eddie’s ear as he removed his suit friend’s suit jacket and tossed it to the side. “You see that? Really look at her, Eddie. She’s still that innocent, pretty girl you love to take care of. But sometimes…” While he spoke, Steve’s large palm gradually glided down Eddie’s chest, below his waist, and to the prominent bulge in his slacks. “…sometimes good girls need to be put in their place and reminded why they call you Daddy.”

Eddie’s eyes briefly met his friend’s before reaching out to forcibly crash his lips to his. The way Steve grinned and chuckled when they pulled away had a needy whine escape your chest as the ache between your legs grew. 

“Can you show me?”

“Yeah, baby, I can show you.”

After taking off his own jacket and rolling up his sleeves, he grabbed the long-haired man’s arm and maneuvered him till he was directly in front of you taking up all your personal space as his nose hovered just above yours. 

“Don’t take your eyes off his, Y/N.”

“Yes, Mr. Harrington.”

“Did you buy her this dress?”

“I buy all her dresses.”, Eddie answers flatly.

“Is this a favorite, Edward?”

His irises leave yours, slowly trailing down your body and back up to your face before shaking his head. As soon as he gets the go ahead, Steve rips your dress in two in his massive hands causing you to groan in pleasure as he aggressively yanks it off your frame. 

“Put your fucking hands down.”, he growls, reaching over to push at your arms when your automatically raise them to cover your breasts. As the businessman placed himself behind you, you could feel his gaze burning into your skin the same way Eddie’s was and you fully fell into that headspace making you feel small under their towering figures boxing you in. 

“Has your Daddy ever spanked you before?”

“No, Sir.”, your murmured in a tiny voice that had your boyfriend’s chest heave as he exhaled.

“Huh. Never been a bad girl or has he just been letting you get away with everything this whole time?”

“I-I-I’m a good girl, Mr. Harrington.”

“Mhmm. I’m going to spank you 10 times and when I’m done you’re going to thank me. Do you understand? Until then all I want to hear is ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir’ when I ask you something.”

“Yes, S-S-Sir.”

You squeaked when his palm abruptly connected with your behind. 

“Louder, Y/N. I want to fucking hear you or I start over. Now, I said, do you understand?”, Steve grumbled through clenched teeth in your ear. 

“Yes, Sir.”, you answered more prominently, satisfying him enough to take a step back and balance a hand on your shoulder. 

Your eyes remained glued to Eddie as his best friend spanked your ass a few times allowing some time in between before every slap. As you searched his features, you could tell your boyfriend was enjoying this. The way his mouth twitched into a small smirk every time a light moan left your lips and his now large dent trying to push through his pants told you he wanted nothing more than to fuck you till you were screaming his name. 

Steve seemed to have more control, his tone never wavering as he began throwing questions your way. 

“So you’re a good girl, huh. I may be mistaken but good girls respect their Daddies.”

“I do respect—Mmph!”

“That didn’t sound like a yes or no Sir to me.”, Steve scolded as he hit you again. “So you shouting at him in front of people he works with is respect?”

*SPANK*

“N-No, Sir.”

“Letting another man touch your leg is respect?” 

At that particular question, a fire lit in Eddie’s eyes making you tremble as you were spanked a bit harder than before. 

“No, Sir.”

“You let someone touch you?”, your boyfriend asked in a gruff tone you had never heard from him before. 

“I didn’t know his hand was—”

“Oh, bullshit. So you didn’t willingly sit at a bar with that guy thinking it would make Eddie jealous so you could get his attention?”

“Yes, Sir, but—”

“But what, Y/N? Huh?” Eddie’s fingers tangle in your hair and pull just like his friend had. “But what?!”

“You and Mr. Harrington were ignoring me!”, you cry as Steve’s hand comes down harder. 

“We’re busy men, Y/N, and you know that.”

“Busy flirting! Steve had girls touching him and—”

The man him leaned forward and your pussy clenched as both their breaths warmed your face. 

“Who am I in here, little girl? Do you need to be reminded every fucking time or are you just doing this to piss me off?” The sound of his palm hitting your skin reverberated loudly though the room. “Your Daddy may have let you get away with that shit but I won’t.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Little slut got fucking jealous because other girls were flirting with me.” *SPANK* “But instead of coming to talk to me you pouted and behaved like a spoiled brat trying to get my attention.” *SPANK* “And what’s your excuse with him, huh? Eddie would never hurt you like that.”

“D-D-Daddy didn’t notice w-w-when I was alone.”

Steve didn’t understand it but he heard it in your tone and saw it in his best friend’s eyes as they widened for a moment. Your words meant something to you both. 

“One more, Y/N. You…you did really well. You took your punishment like a good girl.”

Your eyes remained focused on Eddie as the other man held your bicep and reared back delivering you one final slap on your behind.

“Good. Good girl. What color are we at, honey?”

“Green, Sir. Thank you.”, you murmured as you softly began to cry. “You’ve been so busy these past few weeks, Daddy. You leave me alone a lot and when you are here you’re on the phone. Sometimes, when I get sad, I watch interviews with Mr. Harrington like you do but that just make me sadder be-because I miss him to. I miss you both.”

Eddie’s entire demeanor softened as he listened to you speak before shifting into that dominate energy you recognized immediately and hadn’t seen in so long. 

“Baby…”, he cooed. “Come here.”

You didn’t even hesitate as you jumped into his arms and wrapped your limbs around him. Holding you tightly, he carried you to the couch and gently laid you on your back. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. You tried to get my attention and talk to me so many times but I just brushed you off. Can I make it up to you, princess? Can Daddy make you feel good?”

“Please, Daddy, I need you.”

Reaching between your bodies, Eddie unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants enough to free his cock before gradually guiding it into your core. 

“Fuck me, baby girl. You really—fuck—liked being spanked, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“So fucking wet…just making a mess all over Daddy. God, you feel so good.”

As he slowly thrust into you, Steve kneeled beside you both and tenderly pet your head. 

“I missed you to, Y/N. I think about you both all the time.”, he whispers as you open your eyes to meet his and Eddie does the same to glance down at his friend stroking his own cock. “You can always call me, honey. Whenever you want, day or night, I’ll answer.”

Taking a hold of his collar, you yanked his lips to yours causing him to smile into your kisses as your boyfriend pushed up onto his palms and rolled his hips roughly into you. 

“Can I—mmm—Can I see you kiss again?”, you whimpered as his grin grew. 

Eddie was so focused on your warm pussy squeezing him that he didn’t even turn his head when Steve ran his nose along his cheek forcing him to grab his jaw to bring his mouth to his. 

Their mouths casually opened as the businessman welcomed his friend’s tongue and Eddie couldn’t contain the groan that left as his whole body collapsed onto yours with his head falling beside yours. Your fingers threaded through his hair as you held him, listening to his repetitive grunts in your ear as his cock pounded into that sensitive spot inside you. 

“Just like that… Please, Daddy. I’m gonna cum. Cum with me, baby, please.”

Winking down at you, Steve sucked on his fingers and you watched with half-lidded eyes as he slid them between Eddie’s ass cheeks. 

“Jesus Christ!” When your boyfriend tried to lift his head, you held him to your neck as his pace quickened and he shuttered against you as you felt him paint your insides with his release. As your cunt continued to milk him, you trembled and moaned his name as you came with him.  

“God, you both are so fucking hot.”

Eddie tilted up, grazing the tip of his nose along yours while gently placing pecks on your lips. 

“Can I have him to, Daddy?”

“Of course, baby girl. If you think you can handle him right now.”, he answers in a gravelly, exhausted, pleasure filled tone that has you beaming.

“Honey, you should take a break.”

“I can handle it, Mr. Harrington. I swear. Please…”, you beg. “I missed the way you feel inside me.”

“Fuck me.”

Eddie chuckled at Steve’s earnestness as he backed out of the way so his friend could pull you to the floor and place you onto all fours in front of him. You whimpered as his soft lips kissed down your spine and he dragged the tip of his cock through your dripping folds. 

As he carefully began to press into your entrance, your upper half fell flat against the wood underneath you. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, you’re—fuuuuuuck—doing good. Just breathe.” Steve’s palms kneaded into the meat of your ass as he watched himself gradually disappearing inside of you. “God, I’ll never get over how tight t-this pussy is.”, he groaned before his hand came down to spank you making him laugh through his teeth. “You see, Ed, behind every innocent little girl is a freak who l-loves to be told to behave. Right, baby?”

“Oh, oh my… Yes, Sir.”

The businessman exhales heavily as he thrusts into you much easier than the last time. There was still that small bit of resistance as he stretched you open but your boyfriend helped open your pussy up for him and for that he was grateful. 

Gripping your hips, he adjusted you so he could push deeper inside, making you groan as he found a steady rhythm.

You vaguely heard it through your fog of pleasure, the sound of lips smacking. Craning your neck, you watched as Eddie passionately kissed his friend as his palm caressed his hairy chest up to the base of his neck. 

A low growl rumbled from him as Steve pressed his body flat against yours, rolling his waist as his breath warmed your ear. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, little girl? When you called me an asshole.”

“I’m—mmm—I’m so sorry for…for being disrespectful, Sir.”

“This is your warning, Y/N. I’m not like your Daddy. If—mmph—if you ever behave like that again I’ll do more than just bring y-you home and spank you. Do you understand?” While he spoke, he had stopping moving eliciting a small whine from you as you tried to push back against him. Utilizing his knees, he pushed you down flat against the floor, pushing both your legs together and placing his hand roughly on the back of your neck. “I said, do you understand?”

In this new position, Steve’s cock somehow felt deeper inside of you as it pressed buttons you didn’t even know you had and your eyes rolled back. 

“Hey.”, Eddie barked sternly as your eyes met his from where he was still laying on the couch. “Answer Mr. Harrington’s question or else you won’t get to cum again.”

“N-No, Daddy. Please. Yes, I understand.”

Smirking, he gradually began to pump into you again with reckless abandon as you both whimpered at the feeling. Fulling encasing you in his embrace, Steve’s sweaty forehead landed on your shoulder as his palm appeared by your side near your cheek. 

Without even thinking about it, you intertwined your fingers with his and his glassy eyes opened to what you were doing. It had been so long since Steve had been in a committed relationship and partners were often coming and going from his place or hotel at will. 

A lot of the time, they submitted the way he liked and after the ecstasy filled evening ended they left him or he left them. People would be surprised how lonely he actually was and how much he occasionally craved comfortable intimacy. Someone to hold, take care of, or wake up to the next morning.

Eddie gave that to him when they were together and not just in a sexual manner. Steve felt like he could be himself with his friend, actually let go, and have some fun without fear that he was using him for his money or status. He would never admit it out loud but he constantly looked for him in other partners but had yet to find anyone… except you. 

No. He told himself long ago that he would never cross that romantic boundary for fear of losing the only true friend he had and now that you were in both their lives he didn’t want to lose you either. Steve would do anything he had to, to make sure he never went back to feeling like he did growing up with his father; worthless and empty. 

Without you two, he knew that would be the outcome. 

Your grip tightened around his hand and his eyes squeezed shut as your pussy quivered around him. As you came, his rhythm faltered as he roughly pounded his release into you. 

Steve panted as he carefully pulled out of you and sat up to lean his back against the couch. When you tried to curl your body around his, he pressed his palm against your chest to stop you making his heart break when your bottom lip started to quiver. 

“D-Did I…did I do something wrong, Sir?”

Eddie blinked as his protective mode promptly kicked in but as he began to lower himself down to the floor to defend you, your hand reached for Steve’s as you rose to your feet.

“Come on, baby. Daddy says aftercare is extremely important and we have a shower with a waterfall setting! It feels so good. Come on. Up, up.”, you reply in a playfully light tone as his amused eyes watch you before doing as you say. 

Your boyfriend slowly trailed behind keeping an eye on you while watching you work your magic. There had been times when he felt low or out of control and you took care of him till his smile returned. 

“Eddie? Everything alright?”, you coo as you place the bag you were holding down and climbed into his lap behind his desk. You knew he wasn’t working because even at home he would wear jeans or slacks to remain in that mindset. Right now, he was in his boxers and one of the comfy t-shirts you bought him with one of his favorite bands across the front. His intense eyes were focused on the computer screen in front of him where multiple pictures were spread out along the desktop. “Your mom was a gorgeous woman.”

Eddie sighs a shaky breath, taking the hand you had resting on his chest, and bringing it to his lips. 

“I like this photo here with you two laying in the grass outside. How old were you?”

“Um…4, I think.”

“Do you remember it?”

“I remember her laugh. The older you get the more memories fade but, for some reason, I’ve never forgotten her laugh.”

“I bet it was beautiful like yours.”

“Pfft.”, Eddie snorts. “My laugh is anything but.”

“Agree to disagree, baby. Then again, my laugh is perfect—”

“Oh, perfect, huh? Sweetheart, you give meaning to the term ‘guffaw’.” That big toothy grin you fell in love with spreads across his face as you prove his point by giggling loudly at his joke. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you to.”, you softly smile as he squeezes you against him. “I brought some burgers and beer. I was thinking we could watch a spooky movie or something.”

“Jesus, you’re perfect.”

“Feels good right?”, you beam up at Steve as he dips his head under the water and closes his eyes. Eddie steps in behind you and dutifully begins to clean you as you run your hands along his friend’s arms and down his chest before his eyes abruptly snap open at the sound of your hiss. “Ow, Daddy.”

“I know, princess. I know.”

Lightly grabbing your bicep, Steve turns you just enough to see Eddie trying to carefully clean between your legs but on his decent down your body grazed your sore, red behind. 

“If you have some aloe moisturizing lotion that will help the marks and, of course, and ice pack.”

“I don’t need ice. It was just the rough rag against my tender skin.” The businessman nods in understanding as his gaze starts to drift before your hands cup his cheeks forcing him to focus on you. “What’s running through your mind, Mr. Harrington? Is it me? Is it cause I called you an asshole?”

Steve smiles, showing you some of his teeth as he shakes his head. 

“I’m sorry I did that.”

As he leans forward, he gently kisses your forehead. 

“I forgive you.”

Once everyone is clean, you hand him your moisturizer and his grin grows as he rubs it along your ass. 

“Did you like it, the spanking? It wasn’t too hard or anything, right?”

“No, Sir, not too hard. I liked it a lot.”

“May I ask you something, honey?” He continues when you nod. “What made you try this with Eddie? Why didn’t you try the submissive thing with any of your other partners?

You can’t help but giggle when your boyfriend growls low in his throat at the mention of “other partners.”

“Honestly…I don’t know. I trust him and I feel safe with him. Eddie’s shown me so many amazing things and when he suggested this…I trusted him.” As you wrap your arms around him, he pulls your head tightly to his chest and kisses the top. “I trust you to, Steve. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

It takes him a couple of moments before he finally releases you so you three could climb into bed. While Steve fell asleep with your back to his chest, Eddie’s fingers gently caressed your face. 

“I really am sorry for neglecting you. I just got so caught up in this new band that I had tunnel vision.”, he whispered. 

“I know, baby. I forgive you. I’m sorry I didn’t voice my concerns like I should have. I swear I didn’t realize that guy had his hand on my knee. I was lost in thought thinking about you.” You see him nod in the darkness and you capture his hand to hold it in yours. “He likes us, Eddie…Steve. He likes us a lot but is holding back.”

The man in front of you sighs as he scoots his body a bit closer to yours. 

“Yeah, I know.”

“Do you like him?”

“I love him and I love you but it’s a bit more complicated than that, sweetheart.”

“How so?”

“Steve’s been hurt a lot. Not just by relationships but friends and family as well. He was my best friend first before we shifted into the sexual realm. If he loses me and now you…he feels like he’ll have no one.”

“But we would never hurt him like that.”

“I know. Trust me, I know but this is the way he wants it so I respect that. You know I’m usually straight forward with my feelings? Yeah he may come of that way and plays the role well but truthfully he hides them under the sarcasm and cocky attitude.” After rolling onto his back, he slides closer to you so you can rest your head on his chest. “How do you feel about that? You, me, and Steve being in a relationship.”

“I kind of feel like we already are but then I feel him pull back…”

“Yeah…Maybe when he wakes up we can all talk about it… Get everything out on the table.”

“What if he pushes us away?”

“I’m kinda used to that by now when it comes to him but I don’t want it to hurt you, baby girl. Do you think you could still do our dynamic here with both of us if he didn’t want anything romantic?”

You nodded without any hesitation. 

“Metal.” Eddie smiles when you giggle and tilts your head to kiss your lips. “Get some sleep, baby. I love you.”

“I love you to, Eddie.” Intertwining Steve’s fingers with yours, you bring the back of his hand to your mouth for a soft kiss. “I love you to, Steve.”, you whisper even though you knew he was sleeping. 

You both didn’t see but the businessman’s eyes flutter open.

He didn’t sleep a wink as his mind raced over his insecurities and fears. Occasionally, his thoughts would get lost as he watched Eddie’s chest rise and fall as he breathed. Pressing his nose into your hair, he would inhale your smell and absorb the warmth that was you as he imagined what a relationship with you both would be like. 

Steve saw himself genuinely happy for the first time in a long time and that scared him. 

That morning when you woke up, you rolled over to snuggle your face in his chest only to be met with a pillow and an empty bed where the man had been laying. 

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Ive talked about how infuriating Danse x Sole is from an outside perspective, but. Imagine being Hancock.

You know this person is who is brave, and kind, and not afraid to knock someone's teeth out for being asshole. But they're good to kids and Lil old ladies and they're nice to you, for someone reason. They say they just like collecting strays. The actual dog barks and you think more and more that it's a synth, because a dog responding to conversation is weird.

The Survivor is a good person. You look up to them in ways you didn't know you could look up to anyone. The way they knock on doors before entering, the please and thank yous, the way they hold conversations with strangers like they're lifelong friends. This person is kind. Truly. Their heart is gold. Their heart is also, as you learn, weak, and will lead them by the nose to whatever it desires.

It leads to Danse.

You think they're joking, but then you realize they barely know what it is they feel for him. You also quickly realize he feels the same and is even dumber then them, outside of everything else Danse thinks.

You are a ghoul. Danse disparages you constantly. He then turns around and makes nice with Daisy, and Kent, and other ghouls. He mocks you for your drug use, your slogan, your getup, your appropriation of history. You call him various names, relating to his bigotry, his lack of imagination. The survivor tells you both to knock if off like you're toddlers. They have seen both of you pummel people into paste.

You follow around this out of time, love sick puppy and their big dumb boyfriend who wouldn't know love if it sucked him off behind a slocums joe. He fixes their armor and weapons for them. When they do the same, Danse makes a face like he wants to marry him. Then you knock on the door frame because you kinda need the Survivor for a minute and he looks like he's actually been shot, how dare a ghoul interrupt their weird ass flirting.

You watch Danse throw himself in front of a ghoul family to save them from Gunners, the Survivor right behind him. You do the same, but wonder aloud if you took some tampered mentats, because why the fuck is a BOS dude protecting ghouls? Danse, to his credit, asks rather politely that you shut the hell up and focus on blasting people's heads off.

You fall into a routine. You wake up, argue with Danse, take some kind of chem, and go murder people. This routine becomes comfy to you. Danse gets sick and isn't available to argue with so you chase down Deacon to bicker with him. It's not the same. Deacon bullshits everything he says, Danse is wholly Danse when he uses giant words in inappropriate sentences.

This routine is damaged when The News breaks out. So you all trek to a bunker and you all watch the Survivor low key threaten to murder their boss and walk away unscathed and with their boy toy. Their boy toy is miserable and having some kind of come to Jesus moment. You confront the Survivor on their boy toy and his boy toy status and they say they're just friends. You bang your head on a wall.

You go to the boy toy next. He claims that the Survivor is too good for him in every single way and especially now that he's both a synth and realized he's an asshole, he's basically just waiting to die in the line of combat. You go ask Nick about this romcom no one else wants to be in. Nick says you should be grateful, you can at least drink.

[red-viewe]

general lilia x reader thoughts 🔫 (part three 👌)

COLORED LETTERS IS FAE LANGUAGE, (tw swearing)

Part 2 part 1

"Please pay attention to me, your grace~" a young lady says as she touches Lilia seductively, before he pushes her away and walks away, rolling his eyes.

'Ew.'

"C'mon, Duke! Look alive! You're the famous general, you should enjoy the fame!" A soldier playfuly shouts, as the party gets louder and louder.

The war has finally ended after 3 years, peace taking over both sides of the war. The borders are open, and many expected years of prosperity and peace.

'3 years since I've seen them, 3 years since I've felt their warmth.' Lilia sighs, massaging his temples.

'Just a few more days until i see them.

Just a few more days....'

----

"Y/n, my love and life, please take this ring and marry m-"

"Absolutely not." You slam the door, annoyed. It's been 3 years since Lilia left, and the war ended, meaning that men and women are coming back home to see their families, some looking to start one. As a hot asf, unmarried, somewhat financially stable person, you were expected to be popular among the marriage market in both women and men.

'Dude, i did not know i had this much game.' You thought, peeking out the window to see a line of people waiting at your door. 'WTF I DON'T KNOW HALF THESE PEOPLE. IT'S LITERALLY 3 IN THE MORNING. '

Sighing, you quickly pulled out a peice of paper, writing in bold, thick letters, 'NOT ACCEPTING MARRIAGE PROPOSALS' and stuck it onto the window.

'What if he forgot about me? Should i just give up on waiting?' Fuck no. Why would you do that to lilia?

'Genuinely fuck this shit.' You sighed, going back to sleep.

-----

'Knock knock knock'

'Ugh, dude i swear, if it's another suitor I'm moving.'

You slowly walk to the door, opening the door.

"I said no more suitors! Read the god damn sign!" You say, annoyed, looking up to see a man with long, black hair with red highlights. You slam the door, and go to walk back to your room.

'Wait.' You pause to think. (For once)

Long black hair with red- OMG YOU JUST SLAMED THE DOOR ON LILIA.

You rush back to the door, now fully awake and quickly open the door.

"LIlia!" You jump to hug the fae, his eyes widened at the sudden embrace.

"Beastie! I thought you forgot who i was. How mean of you to slam the door on your love." He hugs you back, pouting and nuzzling his face into your neck with warm cheeks.

"W-we don't talk about that..." You look away, embarrassed.

"Pft, it's quite alright, my love." He pulls you in for a soft, deep kiss. "So I hear you had many suitors, hmm? Planning to marry someone who's not me?" Lilia smirks, pulling away to cup your cheek.

"I swear i can explain-"

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"And thats how me and your mother/father met snd fell in love." Lilia giggles at the memory, "Ahh, young love." A young silver haired boy looks at his father, now filled with questions.

"But father, but isn't y/n a human? How can they live so l"ong? Also, what happened to all the suitors? And the bar?"

"Hmm, now now, silver, that's too complicated for your young mind to understand. I shall tell you when you are of age." Lilia smiles, as he rocks the boy to sleep.

"Everytime you tell that story, Silver always ends uo falling asleep." You walk in, taking Silver from Lilia's arms to transfer him to his spiderbat bed.

"It's our love story dear, I'll tell it again and again untill the whole world knows how we fell in love."

"You're lucky I love you, you cheeky bat." You pout, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too, beastie."

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Authors notes :D

I THOUGHT I PUBLISHED THIS BEFORE GOING CAMPING IM SO SRRY

Also this is probably the end of the general lilia x read thoughts series, but I'll definitely be making more stories on other characters and lilia.

Also if you guys want side stories on this series lmk(Requests r always open btw GIMMIE UR IDEAS)

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[elliespassagerprincess]

Can you maybe do post man Abby with Mrs.postman- Black pumas

Mrs. Postman - (abby anderson x reader)

Hi anon! this was so weird to write because where I'm from we don't have people who deliver our mail, but i hope i did you justice. I hope you enjoy:)

This story is based off the song Mrs. Postman by Black Pumas, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: post man!abby x fem!reader

requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts:)

warnings: none

Summary: in which you fell for the post lady

authors note: first abby fic that isn't hcs??? let's fucking go dude. My second post for the day, I'm blessing yall before I leave till god knows when lmao.

Every tomorrow brings sunshine in my neighborhood since you've been in it

Oh-oh, here comes Mrs. Postman

She's thicker than blue blood and a message from her spirits, high descendant

Oh-oh, it's Mrs. Postman

This commonality won't let her be fooled by low conditions

Oh-oh, says Mrs. Postman

Your love reside in me but other feathers seem to flock together

Oh-oh, Mrs. Postman

You hated this stupid fucking city.

You don't even know why you moved here in the first place. It was fucking hot. Everything was expensive. You hated this place so much.

The Jackson sun was high in the sky, as you stood at the window drinking your morning tea.

You had moved in a couple of weeks ago, and today was finally the day you would be able to get your mail.

You finally heard the knock at the door, and with excitement you ran towards it. You almost tripped but no one needs to know that.

As you opened the door, you thought you stood in front of a god.

Her blonde hair, was pulled back in a tight braid, she was staring at you with her beautiful eyes, and her smile was just fucking perfect. Her uniform sat tight against her skin, showing her body is just the right places.

Holy shit.

Postman or Postwoman? You don't even what to call her.

"Hi, I'm Abby! You must be new" she said with a bright smile.

Now you knew why everyone is Jackson was always so happy in the morning, their fucking postman was a ray of sunshine.

"Yeah I am" you said with a small smile, opening up your hand to take the package from her hands.

"Have a good day ma'am" Abby said, before she walked away.

Maybe Jackson wasn't that bad after all.

If you want it

Go and get it, you can have it Mrs. Postman

That's alright

Can we spark it? Effervescence, let the flame burn Mrs. Postman

Right on

When it rains just know that every little thing is alright

All the same, I know that everything will be right on time

as the weeks went by, you realized that Jackson wasn't such a bad place.

The people were nice, it was a safe area. The Postlady is really hot. Things were looking up.

You found yourself waking up earlier in the morning, just to make yourself look prettier. You would sweep your front porch daily, to make sure that Abby would come to a clean place. You found yourself baking cookies, and giving it to her every morning.

What was happening to you?

Even when you didn't have any mail, Abby always made a turn at your place. Her visits always made you feel special.

The days Abby didn't come, you always felt the lack of her presence. She'd become a part of you routine. She's become a part of you.

Over time you learned small facts about the blonde.

Her dad was a surgeon, she had one dog, her favorite color is blue, she works 5 days a week, and she's trying to get into college.

You could say the two of you had established a friendship.

You saw whatever you had as more than that. You guys weren't a friendship in your eyes. You felt that there was more.

Your crush on Abby grew by the second, every interaction, every smile and giggle she let out had an effect on you.

god you were down bad for your fucking Postwoman.

Today was like no other.

You woke up, took a showers and you put on brand new blue sundress you bought to hope fully catch Abby's eye.

You sat in your living room, staring at the clock, counting down the seconds of Abby's arrival.

You heard a knock at your door, and you jumped up, cleaning your throat as you walked towards the door. You took a deep breath as you opened the door and you were met with Abby's smiling face.

You saw her eyes wonder down your body as she looked at your outfit.

She thought you looked fucking beautiful.

"Hi Abby" you muttered shyly.

Your eyes met as, and you felt a spark.

"Hi" Abby smiled.

"Do I have mail?" you asked.

"Yeah a letter" Abby handed it to you.

You thanked her and the two of you stood there for a while.

"Aren't you supposed to go Abby?" You asked unsure of why she still stood there.

"Open it"

with a raised eyebrow you opened the letter.

The page was complete white, but in the middle of the page there was some words written in black ink.

Will you go on a date with me?

From your favorite postwoman

Abby <3

You looked up at her with eyes wide, and she awkwardly brought her hand up to scratch the back of her neck.

"So?" She asked unsure.

She looked terrified.

"Fuck yes" You breathed before you leaped forward bringing her in for a hug. You gave her a kiss on a cheek as you pulled away, her face was red.

You made her so fucking nervous.

"Can we go out tonight?" Abby looked at you with a hopeful smile.

"See you tonight ms postman"

[strawb3rrysweetheart]

Hi again, I'm the one who requested the Lucifer Morningstar x oblivious! reader! Loved it! (Which is why I am here to request another!

Once again a Lucifer fic. (He has my heart)

Lucifer x reader who is ethereal looking(also who has unique features) So to describe her, she was an albino when she was human and she just so happened to keep most of her albinism even in her afterlife. She is quite pale with white hair and red eyes. (And for gojo reference, white eyelashes and eyebrows) She has pinkish speckles on her face and body which looks like freckles. (It is lol) Tailbone length hair, her nose and ear have a natural pink hue to them. Also she's short :/. I just wanna see how he would react when he meets her and how his crush develops. Please and thanks❤❤❤

AHHH HI!! WELCOME BACK! OKAY OKAY!

CW: reader is a POC because albinism is most common in africian areas :3, brings up readers human life at first to explain why she acts the way she does, reader used to be a christian. reader loves horror movies

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When I was born, I had albinism. It caused issues with my family. My dad was convinced my mom had cheated on him, but to his suprise, the paternity test proves, that I was in fact, his daughter. Even if we didn't look alike. My pale skin in contrast to his darker skin. Growing up I got called a lot of names. I mean all because of my condition. Other kids on the playground would call me freak, old hag, freak of nature, and well anything they could think of. The heavily christian kids thought I was a spawn of satan because I had red eyes. It was so strange because I went to church! Just like them! And I envied the people without my condition so hard. I prayed everyday I'd wake up normal. I just couldn't handle this existence I had been cursed to. They all see me like a freak. For what? Being born? The genes in my blood? Why, its not my fault I existed, yet because I exist, now I was a target of constant bullying. Once the bullying went way to far.. They decided I was too much of a freak to just leave alone. They started hitting me. I'd come home with bruises everyday. My parents decided to home school me, to save from the bullying. But I never forgot.

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Now that I'm dead, Life is different. To my joy, people in hell all looked off, different. I mean you could tell I had, had albinism in my past life, but I fit in more. It wasn't used against me. Yet one thing still bugged

me. Why was I even here? I never sinned, well besides envy. But that shouldn't count! God gave me a condition that ruined my life. And yet somehow he thinks its fair to punish me for his own cruel action. It doesn't feel right. Fuck god. If he

n's gonna curse me to an existence like this, then I'll find a wa\y out. So.. I started searching, for anyone.. anything, that could get me into heaven. I stumble on an ad for this hotel.. It had said it was a chance for redeemtion! And it was free, which was good because I hadn't had a job here in hell.. Eventually I make it there, and knock on the door. A pale looking blonde lady opens the door. "Hi!! I'm Charlie!!! Are you here to live in the hotel??" She basically squeals, she seems very excited. "Uh.. yeah" You say awkwardly. She lets you in, and you meet all the hotel residents. There's a tall-ish dude with multiple limbs.. I think his name was angel? A snake, A deer, A cat, this short girl, vaggie? I think? Charlie, and a shorter dude named lucifer. Whatever.. 'friends' aren't my concern.. My concern is getting to heaven to prove my point to god. You follow Charlie to your new room, and put your stuff down. As soon as you put your stuff down, you politely ask Charlie for some space. She agrees, exiting the room. God I hope that this whole.. ordeal isn't as interactive as its been so far. You start unpacking and then you walk out of the hotel room, waving to lucifer. Look if I was going to make god understand my problem, might as well befriend his worst enemy, right? Lucifer waves back, and to my dismay, he walks over. "Hiya!! So you're like new here.. Right?" He asks, he seems nervous. Why is he nervous? He's litterally satan. "Uh, yeah" You reply, matching his nervous energy unintentionally. "So.. why do you wanna get redeemed?" Lucifer asks, not holding your gaze for very long. He seems figety. "Uh.. just think I was an okay person, a bit envious, but fine" You shrug, not wanting to give away your entire life story to the literal devil, who could betray you at any point. "Oh! Well yeah, thats not.. bad, thats good! I-I mean not good that you're envious- but its not the worst? Its okay.." Lucifer feels the need to backtrack on everything. Why is he so nervous? Whatever..

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It had been a few months now. Everyone is nice enough. Its more interactive then I would've perfered, but whatever, they're nice and we're kind of close now. Lucifer has been acting even more strangely to me. He fidgets, backtracks, and stutters like usual. But he also blushes, gets me gifts, and well just gives me the most attention..

"Uh.. (Name)??" Lucifers voice breaks me out of my thoughts. "Oh! Sorry, Uh, whats up luci?" I ask. Me and lucifer are the closest. Hes the one I truly consider a friend. His cheeks tinge red at something, persumably the nickname. "Just asking you if you wanna have a movie night at my place.. but not like in a weird way! Just a friend way.. unless you hate movies.. or me.. uh it can be your place. or mine" He backtracks as usual. I giggle. "I'd love to. Horror movies pleaseee" I say, horror movies are my favorite. Lucifer nods a bit too quickly, and pulls on his collar. "Of course! You can cuddle on me if you get scared!! Unless thats weird.. Was that weird" He laughs. God he's so awkward.. I (love) like him. "Nah, you're chill luci. Nothing you do is weird" I smile. Hoping to give him comfort. He smiles, his blush redder then normal. Before he grabs my hands. I out of habit attempt to jerk away, but stop myself. "I-Its a date!! Date... uh.. date but not like in the romantic way... hah. I'm holding your hands too long aren't I?" He asks, his palms are sweaty but I don't mind. Mine are too. Symptoms of anxiety I guess. "A date, I'll get popcorn. And no, you're fine" I snort at him, his awkward smile, the glances away from me, the way his cheeks redden at me not pulling away. "No! Uh.. no, I can get popcorn, I'm the king after all, they like, kinda have to give me good popcorn.." He says, trying to seem confident, yet failing. He can be prideful around everyone.. I don't know why he's extra awkward with me...

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I put on my favorite horror movie. I snort at lucifer in his duck onesie. Sitting on his couch. Many pillows and blankets around me, with the bowl of popcorn on my lap. "What?? You don't like my onesie?" Lucifer asks, mock offended. He sits down next to me and eats some popcorn. "Oh you look gorgeous.." I giggle.

As the movie plays, Lucifer jumps at every jumpscare. Its incredibly funny to watch the big bad king get scared of a few jumpscares.. He ended up burying his head into my arm. "You scared luci?" I tease him. "No!.. no.. yes.. sorry I lied" He mumbles, not enjoying being seen as the weak one. He shoves popcorn into his mouth to avoid further conversation. "Lucifer, I'm not gonna make fun of you.. Do you wanna watch a different movie?" I ask. Lucifers eyes light up. He nods and takes the remote. Changing it to a romance movie. I smile as the king himself uncurls himself from my arm, watching the movie with intrest. I personally think the movie is incredibly boring, but he's having fun, and thats enough for me. I watch the movie with him, holding his hand and squeezing it. Lucifer blushes, eyes widening. Hes such a dork.. I eat popcorn as lucifer rambles about how sweet the love story is. "If only we fell in love like that.. UH!! I MEAN.. uh HAH! What a good joke right!!" He laughs, forcibly. My eyes widen, blush teases at my cheeks. "Uhm.. lucifer? Do you wanna tell me anything?" I ask. Still squeezing his hand. "Uhm.! Do I have to?" He squeaks out. I nod. "Well I'd say so" I chuckle. He sighs playfully. "Finee... Uhm. I have a massive crush on you and I love you and I really wanna hold you and maybe uhm... kiss.. you!" He says quickly. I snort, giggling. "I like you too luci" I say softly. My fingers caress his hand. He smiles like a school girl. "REALLY?? Uh-.. I mean, of course you do, I'm like, the hottest" He grins, trying to seem cocky. "Oh yeah, the hottest" I smile, and kiss his forehead. He blushes deeply and nods. Letting out unintelligable noises. Maybe I finally have found love. Maybe its all worth it. Maybe I do desserve love.

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[critical-roll-fanfics]

My Protector (Grog x Fem!reader)

Listening to the thumping music of the band playing on stage, I look around, looking for the man that said he would be there. Sighing I go up to the bar, sitting down in front of it.

"Hello love." A man with a thick, red beard sat down beside me. His firey red hair matched his beard perfectly. His green eyes the same color as the mountains in the spring time. Some thing about this man was offputting though. "I've heard tales of elven beauty but I have never seen it for myself." He leans in a little more as he says this. "How about I buy you a drink sugar?" He holds up his hand to the bartender to signal he wants two drinks.

"Sorry but I'm here to meet someone." I say looking at him, leaning away from him.

"I don't see anyone." He says, looking around the bar. The bartender set two drinks down in front of us, giving me a wink as she did. The man takes his, pushing mine towards me.

"Sorry but I don't feel like I should be drinking right now." I look around franticly for anyone to help me. He grabs onto my hand, pulling my closer to him.

"Come on sugar." I cringe at his pet-name.

"No!" I say trying to pull away from his grasp. That was untill I saw a very fimillair hand on his shoulder.

"Didn't ya hear the pretty lady?" His usual deep, groff voice, slightly deeper to establish his dominace in the situation. I saw the red haired man swollow hard as he turned around to look at the golliath.

"Who are you?" The red haired man asked, tring to sound tough, misserably failing.

"Your worst nightmare." Was the golliths last words before he punched the shit out of the dude, knocking him out cold.

"Thank you Grog." I say looking up, smiling at him.

"Your welcome lovey." He says, kicking the body of the red haired man away from the chair, taking the seat he was siting in just moments before. He looks down at my drink. "You gonna drink that?"

"No Grog." I push the tankard toward him. He smiles down at me before taking the drink and downing it in a few seconds. He slams the tankard back down on the bar, letting out a knarley burp as he did so.

The bartender comes over to us, "What can I get you lovely people?" I could tell that she was trying not to offend Grog, in fear of ending up like the man laying on the floor.

"I just would like, a like, whole barrel of ale, uh please." Grog's voice was light and sweet.

"Oh ok." The barmaid responds before skittering off into the cellar.

"How long was that guy bothering you?" Nodding his head over to the body laying on the floor, rousing to concousness. I detected a bit of sadness in his voice.

"Not very long, he maybe got a few sentences in before you showed up." I take his large hand in both of mine.

"How many is a few?" The confusion evident on his face making me giggle slightly.

"Like 5ish." He tilts his head as I say this.

"Is that a lot?"

"Not really Grog."

"Good." He takes him free hand to grab the stool I was sitting on, pulling it towards him, catching the guys pinky, making him finally come to full concoussness. Screaming. The red haired man stood up from the ground. causing Grog to stand up and face him, Puffing out his chest a slight bit.

"You crazy motherfu-" He didn't get to finish his sentence before Grog pulled him in close by his collar, lifting him off the ground.

"Get lost." Grogs voice was stern. I couldn't detect anything but fear on the red haired mans face. He nods real fast. Grog set him down to let him run out of the tavern, which he did. The barmaid came up to where I was sat and where Grog was standing, setting down the barrel. I watched as Grogs face lit up at the sight of the barrel, rushing to sit down and start drinking the ale. The barmaid smiled at me and backed away slowly.

"You know Grog," He puts his barrel down onto the bar and looked at me.

"Do I know what?" He tilts his head in confusion.

"You are always there when I need a bit of muscle to get me out of tricky situations." I lean my head onto his bicep.

"Yeah." He looks down at me.

"Your like my own special protector."

"yeah."

[hwaightme]

Family for Hire (Ch.1)

(family for hire ml) -> blurb and general tags in series ml

☀️ pairing: single dad!seonghwa x business woman!reader ☀️ genre: romance, family, domestic, fake marriage, slice of life ☀️ ch. summary: sometimes all you need is a not so gentle nudge from your friend to reconsider a four year silence. ☀️ ch. wordcount: 5.1k ☀️ ch. warnings/tags: language, suggestive, food/eating, social media creeping, talk of discrimination, mention of affairs, university, gossip, two friends roasting each other, a cheeky bit of promiscuity, lost contact, hint at family trauma, comparison between siblings, marriage, relationships ☀️ perma-taglist: @doom-fics @layzfeelit @acciocriativity @izuijin @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 ☀️ series taglist: @yunnierights ☀️ a/n: Hello there! big hugs and much love, hope you enjoy this chapter~

Chapter 1 - Promotion Proposal

“Honestly, your chances of getting that promotion are slim. I mean, you have to look at the facts for a second here, Y/N. Not a single one of the regional managers is single. And don’t get me started on the status that is attached to having kids and generally being a family person. They would basically make you CEO if you were child-popping machine.”

“Ew, now that is an image I did not want to have over lunch. Thanks, Yunho.”

Vexed, you forked at the watery, stale pasta salad that you had brought with you to work in the one beat-up Tupperware box you owned. You had been repeating the motion for the last five minutes already, and your close friend and colleague was not helping reignite your appetite a single bit. Whilst you enjoyed the daily routine of juicy office gossip and old-timer-style reminiscing about university, his shamelessness and ability to say outrageous or painfully truthful things with the most innocent look on his face never failed to irritate you.

“Anytime babes.” He pronounced, sending you a wink as he purposefully took a longer time to lick his spoon. You visibly gagged and shielded your face with your lower arm until you heard a burst of laughter.

“Another ew?” as Yunho returned to eating not so sensually, you uttered the question, unamused, and intending it to be rhetorical. Alas, he did not appear to share that with you, instead continuing to drive you up the wall:

“Would you rather I call you baby girl?”

“Dude save your kinks to yourself for your hoes please.” You pressed your cool hand to your forehead in an attempt to not rage quit then and there. And yet, a smile still danced on your lips. This was how your dynamic with Yunho had always been.

You had met during orientation in the first week of first year at university: you had accidentally knocked into each other while chatting with your new respective acquaintances, he had called you a battering ram, you had called him a Scooby Doo looking-ass, and the rest was history. It was a match made in hell, with you two bringing out the most colourful traits in one another. But it was all in sibling fashion: only you had the right to roast him into oblivion, and vice versa. If anyone else dared to try, they would get beat either by you, or by Yunho. Such was the rule that survived all the way through the years. Through your friend’s turbulent fraternity years and your unstoppable hustle from one job and internship to another. All the way until now, when you two ended up at the same company, and even though you had joined two years earlier than Yunho, he already climbed to your step on the ladder. More proof of discrimination and disregard of consistent effort to support your seething rage.

“Hey, don’t call my ladies like that!” after giving it a few seconds of thought, he retorted.

“Okay yeah fair. Yun-hoe.” You let the last syllable fly off your tongue in a languid manner, purposefully enunciating it in a borderline accusatory manner.

“What are we, fifth graders?” Unimpressed, your friend raised an eyebrow and stared back at you.

“In this economy, it would be lit to be a fifth grader. Be a boss at Roblox…”

“That is one luxury fifth grade life you are imagining there, Y/N.”

“What? A girl can dream. Just like about this damn promotion.”

It was hard to not continuously think about it. With the end of quarter approaching and management undoubtedly starting to think about bonuses, raises and positional promotions, you were getting nervous. You had heard too many stories about workers being forced to stay in the same place for most of their lives, even though they were fantastic, even though they had strived for the stars, all because of a handful of people higher than them in status deciding that they ‘did not vibe with them’ or that ‘they could not be bothered with this person’. It was terrifying to think that there always were more reasons to fire someone rather than keep them, let alone give them a better position in the business.

“Hey! I did not say that it was impossible, just, difficult. I mean, look at me. I got to the associate role pretty fast.” Yunho raised both of his hands slightly, as though he was defending himself.

“By sleeping with an executive’s daughter?” you reminded, pointing at him with your fork.

“Oi, I only found out about that after I got the raise,” your friend fired back, trying to poke the cutlery in your hand with his index finger, prompting you to retract your arm right back.

“Yun-hoe bringing in the big bucks with his special talents,” although it was a mere mumble, Yunho still overheard you and decided to stick with his classic image:

“I mean, no one has any complaints…”

“Ugh. Not even funny. Seriously though, I am not about that whole strategy one bit.”

“Wasn’t even suggesting it. Unless you are into sleazy married middle-aged men with a thirst for young blood.”

“You have a way with words, my guy.”

“We try, we try.”

“I swear. This family thing is ridiculous. You aren’t the only one to mention it either. I have heard some chicks gossiping about it in this exact canteen and sheesh it makes me livid. They were literally talking about themselves like objects!?” your gestures were getting wilder by the second as you immersed yourself in a passionate monologue, recollecting what you had personally had to be a witness to. “There isn’t just this nonsense with families, otherwise there would be plenty of women high up in the ranks. There is just blatant misogyny that people seem to want to willingly ignore and brush under the carpet! I swear, this company is corrupt to its very core.”

“Tell me, why are you in this company again?” part of you was disappointed that this was all Yunho had to say about the serious matter, but at the same time, you knew that he had been listening to it since college, and that you had his unshakeable support despite his rather lusty tendencies. As he liked to put it ‘he just loved women’.

“So that I can soak up all the knowledge and start my own, duh!”

“Oh yes, revolution and revenge hours. But for now, how are you planning to proceed?” finally, the conversation was back on its original track, and you settled into your pensiveness, letting the worry simmer.

“I really don’t know. Like, I wish I did. But I am afraid that I might have to take an L and sit this one out.”

“This ain’t it chief. Not the L/N Y/N I know. Grind your gears. Boot up the noggin. Go on, you must have something.” He set down his utensils and clapped demonstratively in front of your face, like that would somehow help in awakening the spirit of capitalism and entrepreneurial gains.

It seemed to work, as after about a minute of pondering, you began to slowly announce a prospective plan:

“Well… there is one. But it would be one complicated act to pull off.”

“I am all ears.”

“So, you know how there are all these evening events, right? And that one family-oriented day?” you asked him, pulling him in deeper into your story. He nodded along.

“Uh huh, there is one in about a month or so, isn’t there?” after getting a confirmation from you, he added, “it is literally prime time family flexing. Expensive flexing at that, the catering is always bomb – last time I literally got a date just to sneak in.”

“Well, I kind of want to do the same. What if I just… fake a family?”

“Yo…”

“I know it’s ridiculous.”

“This is genius.” Yunho’s eyes lit up as he pressed a fist into his other palm, and grinned in approval.

You ran a hand through your hair, a sudden spike of nervousness overtaking you. Though you did propose the idea, you had silently hoped that it would be shot down within a fraction of a second, as it was something so entirely out of character for you that it might as well be a totally different person doing it.

“What… the fuck? Okay… I guess?”

“They want to play you, so you play them. Skilled moves, partner.”

Truth be told, that had indeed been your motivation. If there was a way to take down the corporate structure, you were willing to at least entertain the thought. There was no clear, immediate risk of everything crashing and burning – you were notoriously private about your personal life, rarely indulging in the water cooler conversations where your other colleagues would talk about their toddlers, or their spouses, or their partners… so nobody knew what your official status was. In addition, the last times that family-oriented events had been organised, you purposefully arranged either ‘core leave’, or business trips for months in advance, so no one could question you. It was clear that you were the unlikeliest candidate for ‘family woman’ in most people’s minds because of how you were not the ‘mushy gushy’ type, and you could use that to your advantage. Indeed, as Yunho said, you could play them.

“You can call me that if you actually believe in my business ideas, Yunho.” You chided, rolling your eyes. But Yunho returned the attitude instantly, with cold hard logic to add.

“I’ll believe it when I see you make it past angel investment rounds and successfully pull through the first seeds.”

“You know what, fair. But okay, back to the plan. There is one small problem. I have no idea who would be up for this mission.” You steered it all back to the chaos at hand. If this plan were to seriously go ahead, you needed a better-defined strategy. A business plan of sorts. And that included choosing your literal partner in crime.

“Uh… how about Woo? He is always down for this kind of fuckery.” Yunho’s first suggestion made you shudder as you imagined one of your closer colleagues, Wooyoung, who was working a few floors down from you, acting in the role of your husband.

“Nah, he is very likely to blab, and besides he works in too close proximity with us and would have told everybody and their grandmother about his relationship status update, if it were to happen. Like, random interns know him?!”

“True. Then… Mingi? He’s chill, you remember him, right?” Again, a miss. Although you did find Yunho’s housemate to be the most adorable and hilarious summoner of chaos.

“Yeah, but will he be able to keep the story consistent?”

“You know what, I retract him as an option… hm…”

“Hm, indeed.”

Your mind wandered as you traversed the many avenues and connections you had made over the years, crossing one person after another off your imaginary list of prospective ‘husbands’. You chuckled – were you really thinking about this? Treating it seriously? You – the self-proclaimed spinster, the person who struggled to stay in contact with her own relatives, the one who would rather work overtime than attend a family gathering or holiday? It seemed that your desperation for a professional upgrade had reached a new high. You were aching to take that leap and have more responsibility… just not the one of the family type.

The idea of fooling everyone into believing that you were happily settled and enjoying life to the fullest (in their eyes) was tempting, and besides you had chosen to not indicate your marriage status in your employee information, so they had nothing on you that could be used to disprove what you would serve. It was an empty, green playing field, just for you. And your partner, who you had no clue about. Who would be willing to play along?

The more you thought about it, the more discouraged you began to feel, even after just having had a wave of admiring one’s own genius. No, who were you kidding? This was as you had initially stated, ridiculous. You could not get any one person to stick, disproving them in just a couple of well-aimed critiques. You had even gone so far as to begin going over all the people who you had lost contact with over the years, surprised that you still remembered their names, their stories.

Thanks to Yunho, you had basically infiltrated his frat, and had ended up being ‘one of the bros’ on multiple occasions. So, perhaps, those were the people who you should try hitting up out of the blue. But who? You were sat frozen as the parties, last minute study sessions, group projects flashed by you like a film reel. There was one person who you would want to suggest, at least for attempting to ‘clear the air’, after all these years, but you did not dare utter his name. You searched for alternatives, but none came to mind.

“Wait. I think I’ve got it! Hold on.” Yunho dragged you out of your daze with his exclamation. You watched as he fished out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and proceeded to feverishly type. Soon enough, he appeared to have found exactly what, or who, he had been looking for: “Here. See who this is?”

It was him. The one who you had just decided to avoid mentioning, but of course you and Yunho shared a brain cell, so fate would make either you or him bring the same thing up. You leaned in to take a closer look at the photograph that your friend was holding up for you, noticing how this man had grown and, dare you say, bloomed over the years you had not seen him. Features had become noticeably sharper, but his expression still unreadable – though at first, it seemed cheerful, his eyes harboured thunder and lightning. He had re-styled himself, opting for an effortless, fluffy ‘do that softly framed his face, and clothing brighter than you had ever seen him wear back in the day. In that photo, he reminded you of early summertime, whilst before, when he had been one of the most scandalous members of the same frat as Yunho, and something of a friend to you, he had been more of a biting cold winter. You feigned neutrality, mentally patting yourself on the back when your friend either did not notice or did not want to show that he noticed. After giving the photo another glance, you moved back, and exclaimed:

“Woah, that’s Park Seonghwa! Damn, the years did him good, he went through a glow up after his fuckboy era for sure.” That seemed to satisfy Yunho, as he nodded in agreement and flipped the phone back around to continue scrolling, very concentrated on trying to find something.

“Well aside from that you can call him ‘daddy’-” while on his miniature online snooping quest, he mumbled the out of pocket phrase.

“Eyo I don’t mean to kink shame-” you tried to interrupt him, assuming that he was about to turn to the dark side again and get back to cracking not safe for work jokes, while at work.

“Nah, for real, he is an actual daddy. Look-” he spun the phone and stretched his arm out towards you, to the extent that you had to tilt your head back to focus your vision on the screen. And what you saw was something you had never expected to see, not in a million years.

“WHAT? NO WAY? That’s his SPAWN?” you blurted out, forgetting to put your morality and opinion filters on. But the girl was a splitting image of the man, and Seonghwa having close familial ties to here was the only conclusion that could be made. This made your friend snort, mirthful, as he hooked his chair underneath him with one hand, and waddled closer to you so you could indulge in the photos of an entirely socially transformed Seonghwa. Now his ‘lighter’ and sunnier image was totally understandable. He had a life to take care of and someone on whose parade he should try not to rain.

“I think most people would say ‘daughter’, but yes.” Yunho corrected you, clicking away from the photo and searching for another one that he appeared to have already seen. You noticed that some of the pictures that he was showing you he had already liked, sometimes even commented – damn, you lived under a rock didn’t you.

Child. A whole kid. One in hundreds of millions kind of chance, a complicated combination of gametes that then grew into more and more cells until at the end, this mini-sized up-walking homo sapiens popped out. But wait, not out of Seonghwa, you knew that much. So there had to be a certain someone else allowed this creation to come about. Whew, maybe this meant that he was not available, and you could keep on looking for someone else in distressed harmony.

“Okay, but like, wouldn’t that mean that he-” you tried, but was cut off as Yunho guessed what you were about to bring up.

“There is no boo thang on the horizon. None at all. And you know the reunion which you had so rudely missed?” he jumped topic, or maybe not. Sometimes, he was hard to keep up with. All you could ever be confident with, was that if he saw an opportunity to take a jab at you, he would do it.

“Excuse me, mister, I was on a work trip?!” you shot back, slapping the edge of the table for emphasis, but biting the inside of your cheek as you wanted to wince because of the miscalculated enthusiasm with which you hit it.

“Shame, shame, you could have seen me dancing to ABBA.” He playfully pouted as he showed you another picture.

It was, once again, Seonghwa with the little girl, nestled in his arms. What people liked to refer to as ‘a bundle of joy’, apparently. You eyed it. They seemed so happy. So full of love for one another. The girl looked like she felt so safe and adored – truly his princess and the apple of his eye. Seonghwa, over the moon as he grinned with his entire face, crinkling his eyes. His heart appeared to be entirely in his daughter’s hands. This was evidently taken in the summer, as the girl was wearing a flowy baby blue dress, while… her dad (a term you still had to get used to associating with a person who you knew to be a notorious party animal) was wearing a matching unbuttoned striped shirt with some darker blue decal that reminded you of ink splotches, revealing a white under tee, and what looked to be a dog tag necklace. So, they were the colour coordinated ‘we must match’ kind of family, huh.

You decided to stop having prolonged combat against your pasta and shoved the fork into the box and snapped the lid closed. This had allowed you some time to ground yourself again and fly back into discussion. It was easy enough to bring up a vivid image of Yunho dropping it low at a mutual friend’s birthday party after a few too many daiquiris (it had been the first time he allowed you to drive him home – outside of that he would have probably told you that you were a hazard behind the wheel with your temper and turning angles).

“I see that far too often anyways.” You concluded your visit to the memory palace with the remark, making Yunho mimic recoiling from being shot with a gun.

“Fine then, ouch, but alright. Anywho, I had chatted with Seonghwa at the reunion, and I recall him mentioning that ‘it was just him and Nari’, which he then explained is his four-year-old daughter’s name.”

“So, it is fully confirmed… But wait, four? That’s like… how many years it has been since college?” you started counting back, the numbers not adding up, unless he had gotten the ball rolling while still in university. Yunho dispelled your confusion by confirming your suspicions.

“Yeah, man got a head start in the family department.” He sighed as he returned his phone back into his pocket.

It was always strange to see people within your own age group start settling down in some way. There was your friend Jongho, who had managed to get married in secret and only reveal it with one single honeymoon picture. Then San, who had somehow beaten his engagement rejection free pass curse and gotten engaged just a couple of months ago. And now Seonghwa with a whole designer product on display. All these people, doing people things, while you were barely able to figure out what meal prep was and had to debate with yourself every morning whether having three mugs of coffee was sustainable in the long term or not. At least you had a nice car (but even that ended up being a financial strain that gave you extra cortisol).

“I feel aged as shit.” You slouch, resting your head on your upper arm as you bent it at an angle, slowly waving the hand in the air.

“So do I. But I feel like he would be a perfect candidate.” Yunho flicked it, making you mouth an ‘ow’ at him and return to a better posture and massage the hurt skin.

“For being a fake husband?” you hissed out.

“Yeah, I mean, Nari is like, a bonus, no?”

“Maybe? I don’t know…”

You had a reservation against children, one that had manifested itself sometime around secondary school, and one you had not been able to get rid of since. It was not that you ‘hated children’ per se, though it was not challenging for you to spot less than pleasant behaviours. It was just that, they felt like aliens. Little gremlins that lived according to their own rules, not caring for social constructs, proper conduct, and basic boundaries. You barely saw a difference between them and your friends when they were hammered – and that was not your idea of entertainment. Probably the only stark deviation from the alcohol-fuelled bonanza was that the former, the young citizens of the world, were drunk with joy, or at least supposed to be. It was hard to judge when you had always been the sober one.

“Remember the observations. Kids make seniors happy. Happy seniors mean happy news about salary. Happy salary news means happy worker. So go for it.”

Yunho did have a point. This same scheme also operated within traditional households like your own. Last spring, when your younger, but subjectively more ‘successful’ sister had brought home her chubby offspring and a doting husband with an annual salary approaching twenty million won, your parents had been over the moon. It had not been clear because of what exactly, since sister dearest had the full package, but the baby must have been influential – your father had not let go of the infant for the entirety of the day visit, bouncing him on his knees, playing, acting completely unlike himself. Following that day, you had quietly unfollowed your sister on most socials. But that lifestyle did give you a good grasp on what others expect and perceive as ‘happily ever after’ – too bad for them you were not going to let go of your career, but you could put on a show with everything else. All you had to do was swallow a bit of your pride.

“Just do it?” you mumbled, fishing out your own mobile phone and opening up the dreaded app that housed all universe’s flexes, filters and curated truths. And your lost contacts, apparently.

“Yep. In the words of our homie, San, ‘Nike, Adidas’.”

“Wise man.” You found Seonghwa’s profile, which did not really show you much since it was private. You could only just make out his and his daughter’s faces in the profile picture.

“Yeah, so listen to him and go forth.” Yunho egged you on, getting impatient with the way your thumb was hovering over the follow button.

“It has been a hot minute though.” You return to cradling your device with your fingers neatly wrapping the sides. It was hard to separate the person you were seeing on the screen with the person who you had fallen out with during your final year at university. Actually, it was virtually impossible.

“Well heat it up even more by shooting him a message. Doesn’t hurt right? I remember you guys were pretty close back in the day so it shouldn’t be a problem.” It seemed that Yunho was completely skipping over the part when you and Seonghwa had drifted further and further from one another until you had been as good as strangers. If only you had at least a fraction of your friend’s optimism, then maybe reconnecting would not be so daunting, especially since it was for your own benefit. Your mind was going through a full court trial, stuck in a debate.

“But… I didn’t even know about… this?” you tilted the screen once more, leading to Yunho attempting, albeit failing, to snatch your phone. He shook his head and chided:

“Well, that’s because you barely use Instagram you loser.”

“Jeong Yunho-”

“Don’t government name my ass; I am inspiring you. You need to get shit done? Do it.”

What was the likelihood of Seonghwa being mad at you, or holding a grudge, considering how long it had been since you two last had last spoken? You wanted to dream that the probability of that was low enough for you to give this impromptu action plan a go. In hindsight, you could almost say that the drama had not even been drama, just a little misunderstanding. Just you confessing to the wrong person at the wrong time and in the wrong state. Nothing you could not get over, and something that he had definitely done, and had a mini clone to prove it.

“To be honest, even if it doesn’t work out,” you conceded to Yunho’s intense encouragement, pressing on the button and opening up direct messages, “at least I’ll be able to catch up with an old… friend?”

“Hm, yeah. Seonghwa returned to my radar only recently too. Been missing in action ever since…” he trailed off, catching you turning morose, “… since, yeah. I don’t really know the details. But something tells me you still have a couple of things to resolve with him. So, for your sake, go for it and do it for the promotion and for your peace of mind.”

“I don’t know what you mean, Yunho.”

Your friend sent you a pointed look, not entertained by your feigned ignorance. Yunho had been on the sidelines of what had happened between you two, but due to Seonghwa’s sudden departure from the fraternity, and near total conversion to completing his studies online, had never found out the details. Now, he could roughly infer that it had been a series of misunderstandings that had been left abandoned, still wound together, and needed your collaboration to work through. Retrace the steps back.

“He asked about you, you know. Tried to be all discreet about it, too. But you know how obvious that guy is when he is being genuine.”

“Pfft-” you scoffed. Yunho was following his own agenda, like always. If it had not been so strongly linked with the career ladder you wished to climb, you would have shut him down at least five minutes ago. You were contemplating the possibility of conversing with Seonghwa, after a lifetime and a bit had passed, a little too seriously for your enjoyment.

“He’s such a sap now, you will be fine. I expect you to be like an undercover reporter for me please, okay sweetheart?”

You were glad that Yunho was not one to change much, or at least you saw him so often that you were changing at the same pace. That way, existing day to day was not too intimidating. This was yet another reason why children were a scary concept – they reminded you that time went by far too quickly, and if you were to succeed, and prove that you were able to carve out your own path despite derogatory remarks and disinterest, you needed to move at the speed of light. You wished you did not have to be so acutely aware of time, but this was something you had been practically born with. In addition to the hatred for Yunho’s tendency to call you anything aside from your name.

“Say a pet name one more fucking time and I will forcibly marry you.” You locked your phone, setting it down, and folded your hands together and pointed straight at your friend as though you were holding a gun. The dark-haired man raised both of his in return, and with a gasp, deadpanned:

“Shock, horror, murder with intent.” As you puffed out a ‘gunshot’, snorting at the dramatic imitation of a drama actor getting hit with a bullet in slow motion, you retraced your own intentions with this project.

At the end of the day, none of this was about Seonghwa. If anything he would be a collaborator, and you were more than ready to pay him if he so wished to receive money as a compensation. People put up all sorts of things for rent nowadays, so offering family services was not at all strange.

“Plus, I am doing this for my promotion, so I really don’t like your implied ulterior motives here.” You concluded out loud, hands flittering across the table.

“What ulterior motives?” Yunho batted his eyes, intentionally over exaggerating.

“Bro, I can read you, we are the exact same.”

“Speaking of, we have the exact same meeting, happening in the exact same five minutes. Are we going?”

“With all this scheming I completely forgot. Yes, let’s go.”

As you rose from the canteen table and briskly strode in the direction of the elevators, with Yunho switching the topic entirely to complaining about the agile framework and how his line manager had an odd way of organising work sprints, you did not notice your phone ping.

Seonghwa followed you back.

And was currently staring at his device in disbelief, poring over the meagre selection of photos that you did have gracing your profile. What could this mean? Would he be able to reconnect with you? Speak with you? Retrace? He could not stop himself when he opened messages, only slightly regretting the use of two exclamation points and double texting, and typed out a quick, amiable, yet hopeful:

<hwa.seong.hwa > Y/N, hi!! Long time no speak

<hwa.seong.hwa> How have you been?

[olivia091108]

Drunken haze

Summary:you and Steve o on a night out

Word count: 1342

Pairing:Steve o x reader

The whole of the jackass crew was out celebrating the wrap of jackass the movie at a bar even tho we’re all so fucking tired. I wore a black mini skirt and a crop top which makes my boobs look tit-tastic and wearing some black boots suck look so sexy.

We all got here about 11:30 and got straight into shots before Chris dares me to do a suicide shot and he will buy me my next 5 drinks and that was a done deal even though it hurt like a Bitch all of them cheered me on though and I did try to convince Preston to do it with me but he pussied out

1:00am

Bams walked in carrying a skateboard he must’ve stolen from someone outside and I quickly grabbed my drink off the bar before bam skated across knocking loads of peoples drinks off.

I was dying of laughter clinging onto Ryan so I don’t fall when a biker started to chase bam around the bar cos he knocked his drink and wasn’t paying even though we all know bam has the money.

I don’t know what happened but bam walked back in through the front door and had a huge smile on his face he probably messed with the guy and did something horrible like usual.

1:30

The bar was still thriving which made it even harder for us to get served with the rest of the crowed shouting at the bar tenders to make their drinks. So we lifter wee man over and he grabbed a few bottles from behind the bar and passed them over quickly and we scurried to the back of the bar and I challenged Johnny to a bet

Who’ve can get darf out first chooses the losers punishment

“Dave come do shots!” I get Dave to do 4 shots with me bffs Knox drags him away and it goes back and forth and to be honest I thought darf would be here by now.

I head to the bathroom and as soon as I come out I see darf running about and sweating in peoples faces once he spots me he picks me up and drops me onto ehren and we just watch darf mess about.

“Darf I dare you to snort the salt”Steve o says already making a big line

This goes on for a good hour at least until he started to pick up the chairs and dash it across the bar probably hitting people and he had to be escorted out and Preston left with him saying that he needs to get up early. BORE

3:00

Let’s do some body shots bam shouts and they all get very excited to do it all hoping to do it with me.

Y/n since your the only lovely lady here were drawing tooth picks whoever gets shortest does it.

I slowly see each of their faces drop once they pick their stick until ryan happily shouts that he had the shortest.

Mom the table y/n Ryan tells me I can hear the excitement in his voice

Actually Dunn I was thinking that I do the body shot off you.

Alright but be warned I haven’t showed in a couple days.

I lick his neck and put some salt on put the lime in his mouth and then begin. I slowly lick off the salt making the group oooh and drink the shot no hands and take the kind out his mouth by kissing him a bit wich I hope he enjoyed.

The night carried on like this till 3:45 when everyone was getting tired and wanted to leave

Cmon guys one more hour

Nah it’s late I’m gonna pass out soon

I ahve press in the morning Jeff would kill me if I’m too hungover

Sorry y/n next time

With all of them leaving I knew who I could count on to stay. I grab Steve o’s hand and get on my knees and start begging him to stay

Steve o please you know how much fun we have don’t be boring just another hour.

“Yeah dude.” I jump up and fling myself onto him and he spins em round before we say bye and head back into the bar.

We drink a lot more and still ahve as much fun without them. With Steve o anything could be fun even doing bills he would do something to make me laugh.

5:00

We were the last two inside and they have been asking us to leave but we don’t want to just yet steve o even tried to but the bar so we could stay longer.

I climbed onto the bar and pretended to be a stripper on the counter but when the a manger came out and started to shout at us and call the police I grabbed some tequila and grabbed onto Steve o’s shoulder and he helped me jump down and we ran out of their even with my heals I could outrun him.

“Omg Steve I’m so hungry are you hungry?”

“I’m fucking starving”

“Let’s go and get a kebab”

5:30

We are walking down the street and both devouring the dinner kebab when Steve o makes me laugh so much and I put my hand out to grab onto the pole but miss it by a mile and I just feel my body collide with the floor.

It doesn’t even hurt i just start laughing and hear Steve o begin to aswell until he’s crouching holding his stomach. Once our laughter has died down i see that Steve o dropped the rest of the kebab and I roughly push him.

“M’ tired”

“Samesies my place isn’t far but help me take this stupid boots off please” I bat my eyes at him and he helps me take them off and we both start waking with my boots in my left hand and I try to dodge all the broken glass

It took us twice as long as it should’ve because we were winging to eatchother and he kept putting his whole body weight on me and I thought he fell asleep then and there.

We get to my apartment building and get into the elavator and one of the other men on my floor was in there he looks like he’s going to work. Steve o stands behind him and starts to copy him wich makes us both laugh before receiving a dirty look from him and the rest of the ride up we both laugh while shushing the other.

I fumble with the key and slip it into the lock and swing the door open “stevie cmon your gonna get cold” I grab his hand and pull him up from the floor which I’m sure he would’ve slept on

I keep ahold of his hand and keep a firm grip once his eyes latch onto the sofa and continue to pull him towards my room. We both flop down onto the top of the covers and I start trying to remove my uncomfortable party clothes. Once I slide off my skirt and top I’m left in just my thong and I move over to Steve o and help him get out of his clothes but he’s not moving so it’s a lot harder than I thought.

Stevie please just sit up for literally one second I’m tryna help. He does and I raise his arms and take off his shirt revealing his hot torso I then drag his jeans down leaving him in just his boxers.

“Thanks babe” I love when steve o calls me that even though he calls everyone that I feel special when he says it to me. I slide under the covers and steve o follows suite and he’s just as quick to push himself right up against me and wrap his arms round me and lay his head on my chest using my boobs as pillows and he starts to grope them whispering things to himself and soon we are both asleep when the sun starts to come up.

I love nights out with Steve o

Omg this is actually horrendous they barley even fancied eatchother and that maybe I’ll redo it or just fix it when I have the time

Speaking of I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a week I’ve had so much home work and I’ll try and post more often (I literally only have 19 followers don’t thing anyone noticed lol)

Requests always open 😁

-liv

[chaoticnezz]

Could you possibly do a comfort story with Larry from Sally face? It doesn’t have to be anything specific but maybe just friendly cuddles and reassurance? Thanks :D

Honestly, Larry would be an amazing big brother if he had a little sister, so I kinda imagine he would see you as one

🌸F!reader x Larry (platonic)🌸

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Addisons appartments weren't all too pretty, nor was it in the best condition. But the residents helped make up for it. Maybe some of the residents were magicans because it was extremely easy to get along with them.

Others not really so much. You had a few classes with a guy named Xander he was, in all honesty, the most popular dude in the school. Ladys wise that is. He just had such a carefree air around him, not to mention that he wasn't bad looking at all. his black hair always seemed so well taken care of, and he almost always had a smillllllle on his face.

Maybe that was what drew you to him. Maybe that was the first warning. A smile can be used for many reasons.

You watched as the leaves twirled in the wind as you sally, and ash all sat near the pond. Y/n didn't you say you were waiting on someone? huh, oh yeah, im waiting on Xander. You smiled at ash, but before she could say something, you heard the sound of a car door opening. Looking over, you saw Xanders smilely, face staring down at you.

Hey y/n! Ash and sally left you two alone say that they wanted to give you two some private time. Xander smiled and waved the two off. The second the two were no longer able to be seen, his smile dropped. Listen, im going to be honest with you. you're an awful woman. i mean, you can't even cater to your boyfriends desires. On top of that, you're not even good-looking. the only reason I got with you was because you had decent assets.

W-what, why are you saying all these things to me? See, you can't even understand what im saying. I don't want to be with you anymore. Is it that hard to understand. Before you could speak, Xanderes phone goes off. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a date with my girlfriend. Without another word, he got into his car and drove off. You didn't cry at first, maybe because the shock was a bit too much for you. Maybe that's also how you found yourself here.

Room 1B The room was located in the basement. Luckily, Lisa had given you the key to get in if you ever needed to. You enter the apartmenet and imedeantly went to the door that had the keep out door sign on it. You knocked, Who is it? It's me y/n, can I come in, please? Your tone must have been a little bit shakey because Larry rushed and opened the door.

as soon as the door opened, you fet it. As gentel as rain drops, tears began to fall down your face in an endless stream. Woah dude, are you like, alright? The only sound that came from your mouth was muffled clrys. Larry gently pulled you over to the bean bag and sat you down on it. You felt the bean bag dip on one side as Larry sat down next to you.

You hugged Larry very tightly. Surprised at first, Larry soon reciprocated the hug. The two of you sat in scilence that was ocasionaly broken up by a sob. Larry? your weak voice broken the silence. Yeah? Am I ugly? if you were able to see Larrys face, you would have seen a look of shock. Of course not, you're very beautiful, who told you otherwise? Xander.. he said that I was unatractive.

Larry hugged you tighter, Don't listen to what that asshole has to say! He has no taste at all! You should have seen that based on his shoes. you let out a small laugh and snuggled more into Larry. The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night.

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Larry beat Xanders ass afterwards :)

[goddesspharo]

fruit emojis asks: 🍒🍌🍈

fruit emoji asks! (I keep wondering how they chose which fruit corresponded to which question!)

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

Idiots in love who don't know it! More specifically, I love antagonistic relationships with an undercurrent of something more. A key example of this was Amy/Dan when Veep was good (so...not the last few seasons). I wish I could've written a line as good as "Amy, the gates of hell have opened and you are my plus one!" because that is ultimately the dynamic I strive for 90% of the time. The enemies to lovers trope is a classic for a reason! (The enemies to enemies who-are-boning to enemies-with-feelings to enemies-who-were-maybe-never-really-enemies trope is obviously the greatest sub-genre of said trope). Another key dynamic is awesome ladies and the himbos they feel begrudging affection towards! Sad sack dudes fighting injustice while being sad! (Basically, The X-Files?!??!?) I love it all! One dynamic that I love so much that I don't think I have enough perspective to write it is the dead girl haunting a narrative trope. (Jackie Taylor, you will always be my number one! Like Lilly Kane and Laura Palmer before you! The Solaris of it all!) I keep toying with the idea of it in different things but the legwork needed to translate what's in my head to something halfway decent feels like too much!

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

I probably conflate a lot of humor with banter because like...no one's telling knock knock jokes here so it's more like the dynamic of the thing is funny or it's not. That said, the end bit in that's what narcissists do cracks me up if for no other reason than because you could throw the line "It's called operant conditioning, dickhead" into Top Gun: Maverick without feeling out of place. (I also think that the Batman/Vampire references re: Robert Pattinson's Bruce Wayne are hilarious every time I write or read them but I'm dumb like that.)

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

When did we start calling them blorbos? That has to be a tumblr specific thing, right? Or I'm just An Old? Didn't they used to be referred to as Flavors of the Week/Month/Year/Embarrassingly-Extended-Period-of-Time? Apparently all I write anymore is TGM fic (let me stopppppppp) so I guess it would be Hangman? Although I almost never write in his perspective - stay tuned! maybe! this new thing might not see the light of day - so maybe it's Phoenix? I don't know, I think Hangman is a handsome idiot who deflects that he is a marshmallow encased in spectacular abs by being a jackass. And Phoenix has had to grind for every rung she has climbed and applies that well-earned weariness/caution to her relationships outside of the Navy so the only thing she can easily commit to is her lack of commitment.

I think it's almost MORE interesting to have a "blorbo" and have no canon for them. After all, fic is excuse to let your favorite characters be chameleons. If you frame something right, you can get away with a lot of differing ideas so I find that I am more flexible with "headcanons" for characters I love (re: backgrounds; not necessarily the fundamentals of what I think make the character who they are) and can't stop writing than I am for drive-by peripheral characters, to be honest. For instance, I decided while writing we're busy still saying please that Halo was a new age weirdo who was super into burning sage and healing crystals (cue Breaking Bad Hank's "it's not a rock, it's a mineral") and that tiny bit of characterization has popped up here and there ever since.

[messa-messilla]

The boy at Casa Loma

Walucas/Wallace Wells x Lucas Lee fanfiction - Part 2

(art made by me)

Summary : Lucas goes to the meet up, to say to Wallace hem don't want to spend this time with him, and to go home after that, but…

Author note : CHAPTER 2 !!!!!!! I'm glad to have motivation, because i'm really progressing on this fic so far !! Sorry if i don't get Wallace totally right in this fanfiction, charismatic characters are so hard to write :(((.

Chapter 2 : Fun

The afternoon started almost normally for Lucas, as he walked on his way to the Toronto animal shelter. He told himself that “Everything is going to go as i planned !”.

He finally got in front of the shelter, and examined it  : a really simple building, with a (kind of scary) cat mascot next to the door. 

Lucas opened the door, entered, and immediately saw the guy he was looking for.

Wallace waved at Lucas, which got him to close the door behind him, and to get closer to him.

“ - How’s everything going ?

- Well…”

Wallace looked puzzled.

“ - Is everything okay ?

- Umm..”

Lucas took a deep breath, and : 

“ - Buddy, the thing is-”

Lucas got interrupted by a little yorkshire terrier that was held on leash by an old lady, and was barking surprisingly loudly for a dog of this height.

Wallace jumped of fear by the sound of these barkings. 

“ - Sorry for him,” told the lady “he can get really noisy at times.

- It’s okay.” Answered Wallace as he sweated.

Lucas gave him a surprised wide eyed look, as he looked at the dog, then at him again.

“ - You…”

He chuckled, as a smile drew itself on his face : 

“ - You’re really scared of this small little dog barking ??”

Wallace tried to seem totally without a cause, but his cheeks reddened a little, showing he might be a little bit afraid.

Lucas laughed loudly : 

“ - Come one dude, don’t be scared, i’m going to show you everything is okay.”

He asked the old lady : 

“ - Ms, can we have the permission to pet your dog please ? 

- Of course, you can !!”

- Great !”

Lucas took Wallace’s hand.

“ - Look, it’s that simple !

He caressed the top of the head of the little dog with Wallace’s hand in his, as the little guy got happy, and barked cheerfully.

“ - Aaaw !!” Wallace looked at the dog with tender eyes, “ He’s adorable !” he said as the lady smiled at him.

Lucas looked at Wallace, intrigued.

He knew he just wanted to go home as fast as he could, but the aura of this man made him want to know more about him.

“ - So…”

Wallace turned his head to Lucas, and looked him in the eyes, as this one said : 

“ - Want to try to pet more dogs ?? Or cats ?? Or animals in general ??”

Wallace's face became cheerful.

“ - Of course !! If you’re the one asking..”

Lucas blushed a bit, as he let go off Wallace’s hands, and as they walked through the shelter.

Lucas and Wallace have now seen some animals, and Lucas is happy to get to see cute pets AND a really cool guy.

He took a look at Wallace to see what he was doing at this moment, and saw he had a dog treat in his hand :

“ - I’m not lame at all with dogs !!”

He handed the treat to a tiny little dog, which started to lick it. Wallace didn’t really move at all, but we could see him clearly shivering, as the dog ate the food that he was giving.

Lucas found it kind of funny : 

“ - You don’t seem that serene…

- I totally am !!”, he said as he tried to look as confident as he could.

“ - Come on, let’s move on !!”, said Wallace, as the dog finished his treat.

Lucas and Wallace were having a really good time. They were both looking to pet a tiny little black cat.

“ - Aaww, look how cute he is !!”

Everything was calm, until they heard running footsteps almost as loud as the sound of thunderstorms. They didn’t even have the time to turn around and look at what makes this sound that a HUGE German Shepherd ran like a panther to them and knocked them down in its path, leaving them awkwardly lying down on a wet part of the floor, in a little water puddle. Wallace quickly got up on his feet graciously, but seeming kind of disgusted, He took a look at Lucas, and held out his hand for him. Lucas took it and tried to get up. But he ended up sliding awkwardly on the puddle, which made him embarrassed. As he saw this, Wallace laughed hard. Lucas tried again to get up, but slided again, and this time, so ridiculously that Wallace laughed even harder and couldn’t stop. Lucas blushed awkwardly. When Wallace stopped laughing, he smiled, and held out both of his hands to help him to get up.

“ - Come on man, i’m just playing with you, i was laughing with amusement, not with contempt.”

“ - I hope so..”

As Lucas tried to take his hands, he took a look at Wallace’s pretty face, and squeezed his hands in his.

He wasn’t really happy to be kinda wet, but things could be worse, and he really liked that dude, that wasn’t making fun of him meanly.

“ - Come on, we should help that lady feed these cats.”

A good part of the day has passed, and Wallace and Lucas spent a wonderful time together !!

Before they go home, Wallace wanted to show Lucas how much he has improved with animals this afternoon. He took a cat treat, and they got close to a fluffy white cat that was looking at them with big eyes.

“ - I’m not bad at feeding animals, i’m even really good at it !!”

Wallace handed the treat to the little creature, who ate and enjoyed it a lot !

Wallace looked at Wallace with a confident look, happy to finally show he can be great with animals..

“ - AEUGH-” screamed Wallace as he jumped in disgust. Lucas feelings immediately turned into surprise, as he really wondered : 

“ - What happened ???!!

- The cat licked my hand !!”

Lucas’s surprise instantly changed, he laughed so loudly and hard he almost choked.

Wallace first became confused, but his confused look slowly turned into him laughing.

Lucas was having a good time with this man, he clearly was happy with this change of plan !!

“ - I spent a great time with you… Mr Lee.”

Lucas’s cheeks reddened a little bit, as Wallace looked at him with his seductive dark eyes. He knew he wanted to ask him for something.

“ - Umm.. Can i call you Wallace ??”

Wallace chuckled delightly : 

“ - Of course you can, Lucas..”

Lucas was still a little bit flustered, but he continued : 

“ - Well.. What if we met up again.. Tomorrow ? You could go walk my dog with me !! We could meet up at the kids park next to the mall, and go on for a walk with my dog !!”

Wallace smiled as he answered : 

“ - I would be delighted to see you again, Lucas !! Eleven A.M is good for you ??”

- It is, indeed !

- Then everything is going great !!” He said as he walked away. “Thanks Lucas for giving me the honor to spend time with you, have a good night dear !!” 

Wallace walked away from Lucas, 

who was now left alone,

at night,

smelling like pet food,

and with his heart beating joyfully !!

To be continued...

Author note : Thanks for reading !! They're so cute ＞︿＜... Lucas definitely love pets, that's canon 👍👍. I gave that old lady at the start a Yorkshire Terrier, because i was thinking about how all the old people where i live have that type of dog, i thought it was silly !! Next chapter soon >:))) !!

[permanent-goblin]

1. Not sure but imma guesstimate 2019 or early 2020, cause I was hit off the first carry on series book and a song of Achilles and was on the MM train.

2. How dare you make me choose between my children

3. Airport scene when Womack picks up Neil afters he gas been in the nest(it was wymacks first time going through the true Neil experience and I loved it), Andrew slamming through the hotel room with a randomly Womack attached to him to get to his baby, Neil picking up putting andrews discarded cigarette in his lips and fucking saluting(I think this may be my all time favorite scene,I can't explain my love for it), "you know I get it-" (fucking iconic), neil oaying a dude to knock him tf out. Literally every scene where Jean drops a "this is normal" and everyone around him is like "tf it isnt".

4. The exy court, prove to me that shit ain't just ice rings and I won't call it knock off hockey.

5. Ichirou, "but he is bad guy just using kids for profi-" Did I stutter? I WANT ICHIROU.

6. Renee x Allison, im sorry it's cannon in my brain that they are gay. Sorry jean/Renee shippers that shits one sided. Also Kandriel for obvious reasons

7. Andrew and Neil's cat names.

8. Ichirou x neil(don't judge me please) and I have an alternate universe in my brain of the AFTG series so imma add Ichirou x Wymack(it requires context, im sorry but feel free to message me about it)

9. Honestly all of them

10. *Will Smith motions* ICHIROU!

11. Stuart, I want more uncle Stuart and nephew Neil.

12. *has to look up what barrative foil is* Renee I guess to like everyone mostly Neil

13. *brain goes blank at this one, I turn into the equation lady meme*

14. Andrew and Neil, and not because they my babies but because I am actually allot like them.

15. Kevin XD

16. Gay tumblr, the best way

17. Absolutely not

18. Sorry none, I'm more for animation

20. I don't know why but matt

21. Nah, but I'd also stay tf out of his buisness

23. Jeremy and Jean will either kiss or touch and have a big ass moment

24. Nicky

25. Himself because he can't be in a relationship, if not both Neil and anrew

28. Allison, I'd say Dan but if she wasn't there it'd all crumple in Renee's group.

29. Imma let his series marinate before I choose that.

All For The Ask Game

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When did you first read aftg?

All For The Game or The Sunshine Court?

Favourite scene(s)?

If you could choose to make one fictional place from the books real, which one?

A character you think deserves to be more present in the books?

A non-canon ship you love?

A part of the extra content you whole-heartedly agree with

A crackship/crackships you've come to love

Underrated aftg fanartist / fic writer (tag them!)(link if they're not on tumblr)

A villain you think is fucking hot

A side character you love and/or appreciate

Favourite narrative foil?

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How did you even get here?? How did you discover AFTG?

Would you play exy?

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Which character would be the last to die in a actual zombie apocalypse?

Would andrew minyard have beef with you?

Hyperspecific aro and or ace kevin headcanon?

Something you are very sure will happen in TSC2

Nicky or Allison? (Character wise and personality wise seperate)

Your now only allowed to ship Kevin with one person (1) who is it?

A 2000s song any one/ship/group of character would listen to

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If you had to kill a fox. (Seth doesnt count.)

Question 29 for jean! Name a favorite Jean dialogue/quote

More aftg ask game? In this economy?

[haruchuiyo]

I should have kissed you

content: mutual (secret but obvious) pining, kinda slowburn, friends to lovers, you and ran dance around each other a lot in terms of feelings, lots of fluff, slight suggestive, kisses and more fluff. mentions of getting shot and lap dance.

4.6k + words.

fem!reader x kanto manji gang!ran

NOT EDITED

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“Please, just one date and that’s it.” Your friends pulls up her index finger as to emphasize on the ‘one date’. You sigh at her pleading behavior. “Fine, one date and that’s it.” And your friends jumps on you with a hug and lets out a happy squeal.

And that’s how you met the older brother of your friends date. Ran Haitani. And he looked quite serious while you glanced at your friend beside you, she looked completely enamored with her date and he looks equally enamored back.

You look back at your own date and he seems to be interested in the sports event playing on the tv behind you, so you take a look to only look back at him again.

“Do you like hockey?” You speak up and Ran looks at you with his brows raised in surprise. “Not really, some dude just got knocked over and that caught my attention.” Something with how his eyes seemed to be lightening up in amusement at some guy getting knocked over, made you let out a little laugh. Ran looks at you in surprise again.

“Sorry, didn’t know you had a liking for guys almost being beaten up.”

“It’s better to be the one beating them up.” He says and you get slightly gape at him shock and his brother Rindou hits him on his side with his elbow, as to say ‘behave!’ And Ran just grins in amusement. You glance at your friend as to say ‘did you hear that?’ And she nods in knowledge.

“These guys leads the entire Roppongi.” She says and you just gape even more. Why didn’t she tell you that before? You look back at Ran and he looks amused as he looks at you.

“Afraid?” He asks.

“I’m not afraid of you.” You answer back. And he leans back in his seat as he crosses his arms on his chest. All while he seems to grow even more amused at you.

“Why not?”

“Question is, why should I be?” You retort back calmly as you take a gulp from your glass of water, while looking at him and his lips forms into a grin. And he shrugs his shoulders.

“Good question.” Is all he said before his brother managed to switch conversation to include all four of you around the table.

Thé double date went fairly well and your friend looks happy as she leans into Rindou’s side, hugging him as he had his arm around her. You look at Ran from beside you.

“Do you have a car?”

“Should I have one?”

“Yeah.” You simply say and Ran chuckles.

“Today, both you ladies get a special treatment.” He says as he points at a sleek black car appearing. The window rolls down from the passenger seat and you see a guy in blonde hair and scars on the corners of his lips, grinning widely at the four of you.

“Get in the car before we all get shot.” Is he all he says as he rolls up the window. You hear the brothers chuckle and you feel absolutely terrified at the thought of being shot, you didn’t realize you had subconsciously sought safety and comfort in Ran, by leaning into him.

“He likes to scare people, a specialty of his. No need to get scared.” Ran tries to reassure you. Which kinda worked but at the same time didn’t. You nod your head in reply.

As Rindou opens the door to the backseat, you managed to steal a glance at someone with a black hair, who was already sitting on the left side beside the window. Meaning there’s only two seats available.

“Looks like we have to team up.” Rindou says as he gets in and signals your friends to get in the car, before he lightly taps his lap.

“Free lap dance.” You hear the same blonde guy speak up, he is whistling when he realizes me and my friend got to seat on the brothers lap during the entire ride.

“Can you sit on my lap instead?” You hear your friend ask Rindou which makes him laugh. She looked quite determined to have him sit on her lap, but he didn’t oblige. She gets in the car, sits on his lap and looks quite content as she leans back on him and he wrapped his arm around her. Now it was time for Ran to get in and for you to follow.

Which you do and when you’re sitting on his lap, you decide to do it sideways, so your knees were touching the side of your friends thigh and your shoulders were leaning into Ran’s chest. Ran looks even more amused than during the dinner and you wanted with your whole soul, to slap the slight grin off his face along with his amusement. You’re not an entertainment, you thought to yourself as you slightly adjust your place on his lap and Ran stills in surprise.

“Sorry, it feels like my thigh was gonna get a cramp.” You tell him as you intertwine your hands on your lap. “It’s fine, no worries.” He says as he places a hand in your hip to steady you.

The entire ride was full off the blonde guy talking on about some deal with the driver while the guy with the black hair was occupied with his phone. Rindou and your friend seems to be in their own world as they whisper and giggle on about something you didn’t wanna hear about. During the ride, you had to lean into Ran’s chest or you had to be bumping heads on the cars roof when the car had to drive over speed bumps or take turns.

You were watching in content at how happy your friend looked while also fiddling with your fingers. Then you look ahead on the window in front of the drivers seat and see how the car is gonna make a huge turn, which makes your heart beat even faster. You hold your hands together tighter as you try to relax. All while not trying to look like you’re having a breakdown.

That is until you feel a larger hand place on top of your own, it’s warmth seething into your skin. Ran touch on your was oddly comfortable and you placed a hand on top of his, so you could hold his hand with both of your own. You visibly start to relax, which Ran observed. You lean back into his chest, placing your head on it as you seem to be subconsciously rub circles on his hand. Ran leans his head back on the head rest of the car seat as he felt proud, and content at what he did and how it managed to make you feel.

After that day, they had drove you and your friend home. While you didn’t wanna admit you miss the touch of Ran’s hand on yours and feeling safe in his presence, you couldn’t stop thinking of it. How he had managed to observe your small fear of huge turns and made you relax. Your friend looked at you as if she knew what you were thinking off, so you could only huff in reply as you went up to the front door of your guys shared apartment complex. You hear her giggle behind you and you wanted so badly flip her off.

“Maybe a another date sounds good.” She says in a teasing voice. “No.” You hastily say back to which she laughed at.

“We see about that.”

—

After the date, you have met Ran so many times, mostly because your friend always manages to make your meeting look so coincidental when you’re pretty sure she’s setting you guys up, you’re starting to actually like him. Not in a romantic sense, of course.

Rindou had invited his girlfriend (your friend) and you to a small gathering he and his brother is hosting, only with closest friends at his apartment. When you entered it, the music wasn’t booming so loud, it was on a nice volume and there was guy’s sitting on the couch, some guys hanging around the kitchen.

“Is there only men here?” You whisper to your friend. “Seems like it.” Her face expression was a full giveaway she didn’t like this whole setup at all, until she looked like she was in heaven when she saw Rindou. She runs up to him and you see Ran appear from behind his brother, greet your friend before his eyes casts upon you. You slightly fiddle with your fingers at how his gaze on you made you feel.

He approaches you. “Hey.” He says in his fine voice and gives you a hug as a greeting. “Hi.” You say back. The hug lasted tad bit longer which you’re not complaining about, actually you wanted to hug him as long as you could but he had already pulled away.

Ever since that moment, you couldn’t stop thinking about how he hugged you. Or when during a conversation Ran had said something which made people laugh, after he said it he looked at you and you hide your giggle behind your hand in embarrassment at him catching you laughing at his joke. He looked away in delight and a grin on his lips. What you didn’t know was that Ran immediately looked at you to see you smile and your pretty laugh, that’s why he had said something funny in the first place.

It’s been months and your friend is getting tired of you and Ran dancing around each other, denying your guys feelings for the other one. She planned a sleep over and decided to take on a moment to make you guys be together alone.

Sitting on the couch, close to your friend, you watch the tv playing a movie all four of you decided on. Ran munches loudly on popcorn as Rindou throws popcorns on his head when Ran purposely smacks his lips together loudly as he chews, just to annoy Rindou. You giggle at the sight when Ran got a popcorn thrown right on his eye. Finally deciding to watch the movie properly, all of you sat in silence, sometimes commenting on some scenes until your friend decided she was tired in the middle of the movie and pulls Rindou along with her. When he doesn’t budge, she pulls him harder and does a angry face which makes Rindou sigh as he gets up from his comfortable position on the couch, to the bedroom. Ran who was sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, looked at the two in amusement before he looked at you for a few seconds and goes back to watch the movie.

For a few minutes, both of you didn’t speak up until you decide to move your ass and sit down on the floor beside Ran. Your shoulders were touching, the proximity close and it makes you want to hyperventilate in nervousness. How does this gangster and leader of a entire city manage to feel like you’re in seventh heaven and not like you’re being hunted by a serial killer?

“Aren’t you gonna sleep?” You mutter out as you look at the movie and fiddle with your hands as usual.

“I don’t feel tired.” Ran simply says with his eyes on the tv. You badly wanted him to look at you, to touch you, to hold you or just anything with you in it. How you would love if you knew that Ran was thinking exactly that. How he badly wanted to touch you, hold your hands or just anything as well.

“You look just like that thing there.” Ran suddenly says and you look where he pointed only to scoff in disbelief when you see the deformed creature, your reaction makes Ran laugh and he laughs even more when you hit him on his shoulder because he is laughing. “You look more like it than me, shut up.” You try to hide your grin but you failed.

“You’re smiling.” He simply says. “Yeah, because it looks just like you and I’m glad to see you have found your doppelgänger.” You tell him which Ran laughs at. He breathes out after laughing and when he’s done with that, he slightly moves his shoulder back so your shoulder was on his. Feeling his touch on you makes you still in surprise. And you feel yourself warm up inside when you feel Ran slide his hand down your arm to only rest his arm beside yours. He leans his head onto yours as he intertwines your fingers with his.

“You feel cold.” He softly mutters out as he rubs circles on your hand. Wanting to be closer to him, you lean into his side closer and rub his hand as well.

“It’s quite cold.” You softly say back, now incapable to fully pay attention to the movie and only at your intertwined hands. Ran places your intertwined hands on his lap and places his free hand on top of it. He rubs his head on yours when according to you, it felt like he was only trying to lean closer into you as well. You smile to yourself at his possible action.

“Why are you scared of huge turns?” His question has no pity or malice in it, just pure curiosity and you absolutely loved it. When most people didn’t quite understand your little fear of huge turns, Ran’s curiosity of it is a new breath of fresh air.

“It was a small accident. It was snowing that day and the road was slippery. The car was sliding along the road and my sister who was in the drivers seat, reeled the car in a way the impact against the side of the road wasn’t to strong, it quite scarred me a little bit.” You manage to tell your story as understandable as possible. “And it was during a huge turn?” Ran asks as he strokes your wrist with his free hand. You nod your head. “It is a small accident but huge turns still makes me feel a little bit scared.” You tell him. “I make you feel safe.” You could practically feel Ran’s grin and you could only chuckle at his reaction.

“Do you think your friend and Rindou planned this?” You speak up and you feel Ran nod his head. “Yeah, that idiot would never move his ass from his comfortable position on the couch for anything.” Ran says as you let out a small laugh. “I wouldn’t either.” You say and you feel Ran playfully flick your wrist which only makes you chuckle.

Both of you ended up sleeping beside each other that night, to the movie playing in the background the entire night. Rindou who only wanted to take a bathroom break, didn’t expect to see his brother and you sleeping beside each other, all while sitting up against the couch.

When you had woken up that morning, you quickly realized where you were and who you were with and immediately pulled your head up, hitting Ran’s head along the way. Waking up to a smack to his head, Ran could only hiss in pain and rub the spot he got hit. His eyes slightly closed, which looked like he was still clearly sleepy, he sleepily gets up from his place on the floor while he rubs his sore ass, lays down on the couch and he grabs your arm from where you were stilled in shock. And hugs you into his embrace and locks you into place by slinging his arms and legs around you. You were practically stuck in shock as Ran rubs his face into your chest and mumbles something in his sleep.

“He is a clingy sleeper.” You hear Rindou say, you look up and see him and your friend towering over you. “I can see that.” You say, still surprised at what just happened, but mostly at what position you’re at and who you’re in the position with.

—

Weeks after that day at the couch, you couldn’t stop thinking about it and neither could Ran when he woke up from his sleep that day and found himself buried in your chest, in your warm yet comfortable embrace. You were sound asleep as well, with your arm under his neck and the other one on his hair. And all Ran wanted is to be back in that exact position again. He wanted to turn back the time so badly, he threw his pillow on the door every time he thought of it.

When you had woken up from the sleep on the couch, your sleepy smile when you saw Ran made him want to pepper you in kisses everywhere on your face, hug you so tightly and never let you go.

Thinking about you as he walks down the road, he didn’t see you in front of him and crashed into you. Quickly getting back into his senses, he catches you before you fall and you hold onto his arms to steady yourself.

“That scared me.” You chuckle in embarrassment as you look up at Ran and he don’t say anything as he looks at you. “Are you okay?” He looked so intensely at you, you swore you had something on your face. Until he shakes his head.

“Wow, couldn’t speak for a second. Must be because of how pretty you look.” He says in a voice that makes your heart skip a beat but you could only slap at his chest in response. “Shut up.” You tell him off which he grins at.

“So, what are you doing out here?“ Ran asks as he puts his hands in his front pockets. “Buying some stuff, you?” You ask back.

“Hmmm, what for?” Ran asks again as he leans in closer to you while having his hands in his pockets. You meet him head on even though you wanted to kiss his pretty face so desperately.

“Well, for some stuff.”

“Hmm, interesting. Do you want help?” He asks. And you take the opportunity to accept his help considering Ran’s birthday is coming up and you could try to subtly ask what stuff he likes so you know what to gift him. Ran helped a lot just by offering his help and you wanted to kiss him even more for that.

After a day of asking what he found interesting and being with him all day, Ran drives you home and arrives at the front door of your apartment complex.

Before you could thank him for the ride, he speaks up before you. “I follow you to the door.” He says and you could only nod at that, even though you silently wondered why he wanted to do that.

Arriving at the front door, you turn to face him. As you turn and look at him, he looked so much prettier below the moonlight, how his cheeks seemed to be a slight shade of rosy cause of the cold and even the tip of his nose is the same color. He looked so cute you wanted to kiss him like usual.

“Thanks for the ride.” Is what you could only say, with a soft and genuine smile.

“C’mere you.” Ran simply says and closes the distance between you and wraps your form with his arms and pulls you into a hug. Not wanting to waste the moment, you hug him back and slightly burrow your face in his chest. You felt a fast thumping from where his heart is. It is thumping fast.

“Your hearts beating so fast.” You say into his chest, all while your heart is thumping fast as well.

“Pointing out the obvious, love?” Ran says with amusement and you hit his back which he chuckles at. The name he called you only made your heart skip a beat.

“Sleep well tonight.” He says softly after he pulled away. Expecting him to walk back after saying that, his hold on you lasted a bit. Before he actually turned and walked away, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead which has you melting in adoration for the man, who just gave you a forehead kiss and also in surprise. Unable to say anything to him, you couldn’t anyway when he had already walked away. You turn your back on him with a even faster thumping heart in your chest. As you’re unlocking the door and you hear the Ran’s car engine roar and you smile to yourself at his little gesture. He waited for you to open the door before he drove off.

Closing the door to your apartment with a smile on your face while thinking of what just happened, you hear your phone ding. Looking at the screen as you see a message from Ran. Opening the message, the content has you smiling widely at the screen.

I should have kissed you.

Is what he said for the night. He actually wanted to kiss you on the lips but didn’t. And the next time you could see him was for his upcoming birthday party which is soon.

—

Arriving at the apartment of the Haitani’s with your gifts, you realize you and your friend is the first ones to arrive. Rindou was the one who opened the door and the birthday boy, the one you badly want to see, is nowhere in sight. Which is actually good, it gives you time to prepare yourself mentally to meet him.

You take a sit down on the couch, scrolling on your phone until a face appeared near you.

“Hey!” Ran grins, his face close to you. The close proximity is making your heart beat out of its regular pace. And his beautiful grin is an extra fuel to it. And his presence.

“Hey.” You softly say with a shy smile. Ran looks at the bag beside you and points.

“Is that my gift?” He asks and you nod. “Can I open it now?” He asks again.

“If you want to.” You answer. “Which I want to.” Ran says back and goes around the couch to sit down beside you.

Feeling nervous to if he would like your gift for him, he opens the bag and pulls out a small white jewelry box. Ran looks at you in surprise and wonder. His expression is so cute you had to let out a chuckle. He opens the box and it reveals a silver bracelet along with a simple silver ring.

“Is that what we looked at the other day?” Ran asks as he looks at gift in surprise. “I saw how much you looked at it, so I thought you must have wanted it really much.” You tell him and Ran could only muster up a big smile before he puts on the ring which fits his pinky finger and pulls out the bracelet.

“Help me put this on.” He tells you and you obeyed. When you were done, Ran inspected how his new jewelry looked on him and he looks at you. Then he engulfs your in a warm and tight hug. You feel him burrow his face in the crook of your neck and you gently stroke his back.

“Thank you, love.” Him calling you love again never failed to make your heart skip a beat again and you felt like soaring into the sky when you felt Ran place a soft kiss on your forehead. “Anything.” You tell him with a soft smile.

His message from the other night comes into mind. ‘I should have kissed you.’ And you thought he would do it this time, but he doesn’t.

After his birthday had ended, Rindou offered to clean up along with his girlfriend. Bidding your friend and Rindou bye, you open the front door of the apartment. That’s when you hear Ran call out.

“I drive you home.” He says with a big smile as he puts on his shoes and jacket. You could only nod in acknowledgment.

“Thank you for the gifts, I love them.” He says during the drive home. “I wasn’t expecting you to use our outing as a way to figure out a gift for me.” Ran chuckles as you smile. “Had to take the opportunity.” You say.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Ran grabs your hand while the other one is holding the steering wheel. Intertwining your fingers together, you could feel how he sometimes every few seconds tightens the hold as to tell himself he’s truly holding your hand.

Feeling like he is dancing around you (and you as well), and how what he is doing despite both of yours feelings towards each other is not clear and official, you muster up the courage to ask him.

“Did you mean what you said? The other night.” You ask as Ran glances at you quickly and pays attention on the road.

“About the kiss?” The question is simple but it set off a raging fire inside your heart.

“Yes.” You nod.

“Yes.” He says before he parks the car close to your apartment complex and looks at you.

“Okay.” You couldn’t find anything else to say, so you decided to leave it at that. Opening the door, you bid him thank you for the drive and close the door. Not taking even two steps away from his car, you hear his side of the car door open and close. Then he gets in front of you.

“A kiss before I go?” He breathlessly asks as he wraps his hands around your neck. You look at him in pure delight as you nod. He leans in closer and he finally places his lips on top of yours. Craning your neck up, you hold onto the front material of his jacket. Caging you against his car, Ran deepens the kiss and you meet his kiss even more. Deepening it along him. Standing up on your tippy toes as you felt your neck getting tired (screw Ran for being so tall), you feel how Ran slides his hands from your neck to waist and hoists you up in the air. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his hips and wrap your arms around his neck.

Gasping in surprise into the kiss, Ran presses into your body even more. Tugging on your lower lip, you softly gasp again at the feeling of him nipping and kissing your lips. He slightly pulls away to kiss the corner of your lips. Then he trails his lips along your face, to kiss your cheek, your temple, to your forehead and goes below again. To your jaw and he softly kisses your pulse point on your neck and you tighten your hold on him.

“I can’t stand a day without seeing you.” He kisses your lips.

“I think of you every day, I want to touch you, kiss you and have you beside me.” He kisses your lips again.

“Seeing you happy, your smile or hearing your laugh, makes me feel like I accomplished in life despite what I do.” He says with a smile when he hears you giggle a little bit.

“I also think of how I could possibly hurt you by being with me or possibly scare you if you saw me do what I do.” He confesses and you cup his face, about to tell him something.

“I will hate myself to make you afraid of me.” He says. “Ask me if I’m afraid of you.” You softly tell him as you rub his cheek.

“Are you afraid of me?” He asks.

“No, I wasn’t afraid of you the day I met you nor am I afraid of you now.” You tell him with a soft kiss on his lips. “And I will never be.” You kiss him again.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks and you giggle at his question.

“I would love it if you did.”

And he do kiss you.

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I wrote this at 3 in the morning, im sorry if nothing made sense lmao 😭 also this fic is so self indulgent but I’m not gonna complain hehe