#ofc x dads bestfriend

[smok3r7]

Pinky Promise

Ofc x OCDads best-friend

18+, mature

2•Easter Lily

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Summary: Fathers are supposed to be the ones taking care of their child, but Josephine’s life is the other way around. Her life is booze, her dad, and her dad’s best friend - what could go wrong?

Chapter summary: Life is full of surprises - good and bad ones.

Word count: 4.6k

Warning: unprotected piv, slight entomophobia, tags left out to avoid spoilers

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The dawn morning sun cascades through Josephine’s emerald green bedroom, causing her to slowly open her eyes and be blinded for a moment. As she tries to sit up, a sharp pain shoots through her temples, making her groan in discomfort. Memories of the previous night flash through her mind - the laughter, the music, the endless flow of cocktails and shots.

The bull.

Joey.

Gingerly, she reaches for the glass of water on her bedside table that she smartly put out for herself last night. Each sip feels like a small victory against the dehydration that plagues her. With a sigh, Josephine swings her legs over the edge of her bed, willing herself to stand up.

The world spins alarmingly for a moment, but she steadies herself against the wall. The room feels somewhat unfamiliar, even though she’s lived here her whole life - something feels off.

Dragging herself along the wall, she stumbles into her warm toned bathroom as she pulls her tank top over her head onto the floor, followed by her shorts. Starting her shower, she lets the water warm up before she enters.

After a minute or two, she sticks her hand in and determines it’s hot just like she wants, stepping in and closing the glass door behind her, she lets the scolding water cascade over her tired body. As the steam envelopes her, she closes her eyes and tries to shake off the remnants of her wild night out.

Memories of dancing on tables, riding the bull, and laughing with friends remind her that she at least had a good time last night, along with Joey and the bike ride home. Despite the headache and the nausea threatening to resurface, Josephine can’t help but smile at the fun she had, even if it was short lived.

Josephine stands in front of the mirror, a towel wrapped around her, as she reviews her reflection. The steam from the shower envelopes the bathroom, making the mirror slightly foggy. She runs her fingers through her damp hair, feeling refreshed and revived after the long, hot shower. The pounding headache that plagued her earlier was now just a distant memory.

As she gets dressed for her morning run and prepares to face the day, a sense of dread creeps over her. She can’t shake off the feeling of impending trouble, and she knows it has to do with her dad. Josephine sighs and shakes it off before she makes her way downstairs, she wants to start fresh or at least, as fresh as she can.

At the bottom of the stairs, she finds her dad in the kitchen, a weary look on his face as he sits at the bar-style counter. Josephine raises an eyebrow as she walks in, studying him intently, her running shoes squeaking on the tile floor.

"What's going on, Neil?" she asks. She refuses to call him dad, at least to his face. It’s not a fitting name for him anymore.

He lets out a heavy sigh, setting down his cup, which she knows is filled with liquor. "I'm afraid- I think, I gotten’ myself into a bit of a mess, Josie," he slurs, avoiding her gaze completely, already drunk at nine in the morning.

Josephine's heart sinks. She knows he’s hallucinating again, ever since his liver started malfunctioning a year ago, him and his body just has never been the same. However, she’s also annoyed because this has become the new normal, and she wishes it wasn't.

Why does it have to be her taking care of him? She should be out living her own life, finding good friends and maybe even finding love. But she can’t, or at least she won’t let herself. So maybe it’s more herself that she’s really mad at.

“Neil,” she interrupts his drunken rant, “There’s nobody out to get you. You're delusional... Just go play your game or whatever.” She scoffs as she grabs her keys off the counter.

“Where are you going?” he slurs after her.

“For a run," she yells back as she heads out into the cool early morning air, biting her tongue before she says things she’ll regret later. The street is quiet, with only a few cars driving by on their way to work and different varieties of birds chirping and singing to each other.

Putting her keys into her shorts pocket, Josephine begins to run, her pace quickens with each step and with more intentions than she even knows.

The rhythmic pounding of her feet hitting the pavement drowns out the chaos of this morning. Running has become her solace, a way to escape the harsh reality of her life. She has come to learn that when he’s that drunk, she needs to not argue with him. It only leads to words being said that neither of them truly mean.

However, she is tired of dealing with Neil’s struggles, tired of pretending that everything is okay when it's not.

But she knows she can't abandon him, not now. He’s starting to get really bad again and his actions only keep worsening. If something happened to him if she left the house, she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself.

As much as she hates him, she’s still daddy’s girl somewhere in her soul. It’s almost Stockholm syndrome except she’s not in love with her dad - it’s all because she loves him. There are times she wishes that she had no love for him, and she could simply let go of that fatherly love, but she just can’t.

She keeps running, her breath coming in ragged gasps, the steady pounding of her feet on the pavement a comforting rhythm. The thoughts of her father recede for a moment as she loses herself in the physical exertion.

Each step she takes feels like a liberation from the constraints of being Neil’s “parent”. The fresh morning air fills her lungs, invigorating her spirit as she runs faster and faster, her worries and fears left behind with each passing stride.

When she finally stops at the park that's a couple of miles from her neighborhood, she collapses onto a bench, her face flushed and her body covered in sweat. She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of her pounding heart slowly returning to its regular pace.

The cool breeze gently caresses her skin, carrying with it the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers, cooling the sweat that clings to her body. For a moment, she is enveloped in blissful serenity - life seems okay for once.

Opening her eyes, she gazes up at the sky, the sun rising above her like a resplendent golden chariot. Its warm rays bathe her in a soft, ethereal light, casting a radiant glow over the tranquil surroundings of the park. Birds chirp melodiously in the trees, their songs harmonizing with the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. It’s so peaceful she finally feels a sense of genuine relief.

She inhales deeply, filling her lungs with the sweet scent of freedom and possibility. As she sits there, basking in the peaceful embrace of nature, she thinks about Joey and how there could possibly be something there, if they both tried.

The amount of times they’ve even slightly flirted with each other is astronomical, but neither of them, especially Josephine, would ever follow through. She wishes she did a couple times, just so she could feel something. She knows it’s selfish, but she needs that sometimes.

However, she knows the reality of their situation all too well. Both of them are guarded, too afraid to leap into the unknown and risk shattering the friendly relationship they have. And she knows that Joey whores around more than most, but she's not sure if that’s what he wants to do anymore. He’s getting to the age where most of his peers and friends around his age are having families, happy ones at that. Maybe he doesn’t want that life or maybe he does and just hasn’t met the right girl yet. Josephine softly chuckles to herself at the thought of Joey being a dad - he’d be an incredible one.

Joey deserves that.

Then there’s Josephine, in particular, who is hesitant to open herself up to the vulnerability that comes with letting someone in. Yet, there’s a part of her that longs for that connection, that spark of something more.

All she does is take care of Neil, go to work, and some weekends she gets to go out, but she wants more than those things; she wants Joey.

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Josephine rounds the last corner before her street, and sees Joey tinkering away on his old black Mustang in his dimly lit garage. She slows down and takes a deep breath to steady herself before walking over to him. She needs to talk to him or fuck him, whatever comes first.

She needs to escape the chaos of her mind that followed her from her home, things that her run didn’t help get rid of.

“Hey, knucklehead.” Joey looks up from under the hood of his car, grease smudged on his face, at the sound of Josephine’s voice.

“Hey doll,” he smirks, “I’m busy, make it quick.” He wipes his hands on a rag, then goes right back to working under the car hood.

"I need to talk," Josephine sighs softly, her voice tinged with anger and annoyance.

“Well, start talkin’,” he grunts, “You got thirty seconds.”

“Are you kiddin’ me?” She annoyingly asks him, almost in disbelief.

“Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven…”

She scoffs at his childish behavior, but knowing Joey, it’s what she honestly expected. “I’m goin’ inside, come in when you’re done actin’ like a child,” she fights back, swiftly moving past Joey towards the door that leads into his kitchen.

You’ve got some nerve, he murmurs to himself as he tosses whatever tool he’s using into his toolbox on the ground next to him. Josephine can hear him mumbling to himself as he follows her same steps, she smiles to herself, just a matter of time before she can get what she wants.

“Now, what the hell do you-“

With a mischievous glint in her eye and a grin on her face, Josephine pushes Joey down onto the floor, not hard enough to hurt but enough for him to stumble. “Josephine- what the actual fuck?” He tries to push himself up, but she straddles his hips so he can’t - even though she knows he could easily push her hundred-and-thirty-pound body off of him.

But he doesn’t.

Her hands instantly find their way to his shirt, pulling it over his head with a sense of purpose. Josephine gazes down at him leaning on his elbows, her expression a mixture of longing and determination. “Told you, I need to talk,” she begins again, her hands now moving to her shirt, pulling it over her head and throwing it somewhere on the tile.

Joey watches in awe as she undresses herself and then him, her movements deliberate and tantalizing, having him in a trance like state.

“All you gotta do is lay here and let me be in control,” she purrs to him, unable to get over his scent; sweat, oil, and body wash from his shower earlier this morning.

“Doll,” he breathes out as he gazes at her tits that sit right in front of his eyes, down to where their hips meet and back up her ocean-colored orbs, “We shouldn’t do this…we can’t do this.”

She smirks at his poor attempt to stop her, “Why? Who can tell us no?” She leans into his left ear and whispers, “Don’t you wanna fuck me?”

Joey's heart races underneath her hand that now rests on his chest. Her words send shivers down his spine, but a part of him still resists. He knows that this is weird, that they’re playing with fire. But Josephine’s like a drug to him, intoxicating and irresistible, and he’s done his best to not get trapped.

As he looks into her eyes, he sees a flicker of mischief and desire that mirrors his own. She’s a doll come to life, a seductress who knows exactly how to push his buttons.

He feels himself losing control, succumbing to the magnetic pull between them. In a moment of weakness, he gives in to his desires. Their lips met in a fiery kiss that burns with passion and pent-up longing, his beard softly scratching her cheeks and chin. Every touch, every caress, sends electric currents through his body, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

She feels his bulge grow beneath her, matching the rhythm of their grinding bodies perfectly. Her touch is electric, sending shivers down Joey's spine as he follows her lead.

"Right there, Joey," she whimpers, her voice a mix of desire and authority. "Just like that."

Joey's hands tremble slightly as he traces the curves of her body, his touch tentative yet eager to please. With each caress, Josephine's desires become clearer, spurring Joey on to new heights of passion. She reaches down between them, freeing his cock from the confines of his boxers.

The air’s charged with anticipation as she positions herself above him, the heat between them like fire. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowers herself onto him, relishing the feeling of fullness and connection that envelopes them both.

Her moans fill the kitchen, echoing off the tile floors and mingling with the sound of their breathless gasps. Each bounce she makes causes her to feel an exquisite sense of fullness and pleasure that radiates through her entire being.

Joey's hands grip her hips firmly, guiding her movements as they move together in perfect synchronicity. The air’s thick with the heady scent of lust and anticipation, swirling around them like a tangible force, binding them together in a dance of passion and ecstasy.

As they move as one, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, their skin flushes with heat and desire. In that moment, time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in the raw, primal intensity of one another.

The kitchen becomes their own private paradise, a sanctuary where they can surrender to their deepest desires and fantasies without fear or hesitation. Josephine's breathing comes in ragged gasps, her body alive with sensation. Joey's eyes bore into hers, a mix of longing and adoration that makes her heart race.

At this moment, nothing else exists for Josephine and Joey. It’s just the two of them, locked in a passionate embrace that transcends time and space. Each touch, each whisper, each shared breath brings them closer together, forging a bond that will not easily be broken.

Joey realizes that letting go of control is liberating. Allowing her to take charge brings a sense of freedom and bliss. However, a spark of determination ignites within Joey. He understands that while Josephine's dominance is intoxicating, there’s a part of her that yearns to be swept away in the same current of desire.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Joey sets out to show Josephine the pleasure of surrender, the ecstasy of vulnerability - something she’s never felt.

In a swift yet deliberate motion, Joey subtly shifts the dynamics between them, turning the tide of dominance towards Josephine. He swiftly hooks his right arm around her back and flips her over, to where she’s now on her back and Joey hovers over her.

Josephine's eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and longing at the man taking control, a hunger for submission stirring within her. Her anticipation grows, her body humming with electricity.

He presses his lips to hers in a possessive kiss before trailing fiery kisses down her neck and collarbone. "Let me show you how you should be taken care of, doll," Joey murmurs, his voice velvety and low, sending vibrations through her core. With deliberate intent, he presses his lips to hers, a promise of passion and raw need.

Joey's touch is both possessive and tender, igniting a fire within Josephine.

With a primal growl, Joey thrusts into her, their bodies melding together. Velvet walls envelope him, creating a world where only the two of them exist, lost in a sea of sensation and longing.

Her back arches, and she lets out a whimper at the exquisite sensation of being filled by him. Each powerful thrust sends ripples of pleasure coursing through her body, building the tension to an unbearable peak. She gasps and moans low as Joey's every movement sends waves of ecstasy through her.

Joey holds her hips firmly, his touch possessive yet tender. With each thrust, he delves deeper into her, looking down where they both connect he sees his cock and pubes wet with her slick. Stirring him on even more, causing him to move his hips more and lift her legs to his shoulders.

“Fuck, Joey,” she exhausts, a surge of desire building within her, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of their connection.

"I know baby, I know,” He comforts, “You take me so well, doll." His voice is husky with desire, his gaze locks onto hers. His words ignite a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole. She feels herself on the edge, teetering on the brink of something magnificent.

As Joey continues to move within her, each motion more powerful than the last, she feels herself unraveling. Her body responds to his touch with a fervor she has never experienced before. Every nerve ending seems to be set ablaze, her whole being focused on the man before her.

"Fuck, you look so pretty takin' my cock like a good girl," Joey's words are like fuel to the fire, pushing her closer to the edge. Josephine feels a whimper escape her lips, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that consumes her.

As Joey continues to claim her in the most primal of ways, all the inhibitions she’s felt and the coil that’s been threatening to snap, finally go.

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Josephine walks down the busy street early Sunday morning, the beginning of her work week at her first job, The Eastside Cafe. A job she’s had to have since she dropped out of college, that she’s learned to love over the years. She has made really good friends here, after all, working Sunday through Tuesday, three twelves.

Stepping into the cozy cafe, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, and the sound of sizzling bacon greets her. The cafe’s full with customers who are eagerly awaiting their brunch orders, hoping they make it to church on time. Walking behind the doors that separate the kitchen from the dining hall, she waves to her coworkers who all smile and greet back to her.

She grabs her apron that’s hanging on the back wall and ties it around her waist and gets to work, taking orders, serving food, and chatting with the customers. She’s become the employee that all the other coworkers love and need.

She knows how to do everything and keeps the place running, if she’s being honest with herself she knows she is worth more than what she earns. But she can’t risk losing this job, she’s got a good report here.

“Josephine, can you help me move these tables please?” asks Andrea, a coworker and friend of hers.

Andrea’s right around Josephine’s age and they go out whenever they’re both available. It’s rare - Andrea has a newborn baby girl and her baby’s dad isn’t in the picture. He ran off with one of Andrea's friends after he found out she was pregnant. Josephine tries to help out whenever she can, sending her twenty bucks here and there, and Andrea appreciates it immensely.

“Yep, comin,” Josephine finishes wiping up a table and pockets her rag as she walks towards the back corner.

“Thank you,” Andrea sighs, “Apparently a party of eleven are coming after church. I think it’s the same group from last week.”

“With the rude ass kids?” Josephine groans with a frown as she picks up one end of a table and puts it with the other.

All Andrea does is nod her head, setting down forks and knives that are wrapped in napkins, “And their insane parents, who don’t say anything to their kids about the behavior. Just downin’ their mimosas without a care to the world.”

“Ugh, I wanna leave,” Josephine whines, not because of the guests coming, but because she wants to see Joey again.

It’s just been over twenty-four hours since they slept together and much to her surprise, he’s actually been cool about it. After she went home yesterday and cleaned up after her run and extra cardio with him, she offered for him to come hang out in her pool and he accepted, bringing his two large German Shepherds; Celeste and Solar, a pair he’s had since they were eight weeks old.

The whole time he was over, it was like nothing changed. He was still the cocky guy with a smart ass mouth, who flirts just a little bit more than he should. Which Josephine loved. They talked about her potential return to school to actually do something with her life. She’s more than just her father’s caretaker, she’s meant to do more.

Joey and her had talked for hours between laying in the sun, playing with the dogs, and swimming in the pool on a surprisingly hot fall day. Every now and then, Joey would go check on Neil who was passed out on the couch the whole time, until the early evening when Josephine had to let Joey go home so she could make dinner for her dad and her.

As much as Josephine despised her father, she could never let him go hungry. But the rest of the night after she put Neil to sleep, Joey called her and just let her yell and yell about how things need to change. He stayed silent the whole time, nothing but a few grunts here and there.

Then this morning, she woke up to a note on her car reading, “Taking you for a ride when you get home. No saying no.” In Joey’s sloppy handwriting, barely legible. But it made Josephine's morning and showed her that her actions of yesterday didn't scare him away.

“How’s your other job goin’?” Andrea asks as they finish setting up the tables.

“Real good,” Josephine smiles, “I’m gettin’ good hours in but I just wish I didn’t have to, but I gotta do what I gotta do. Ya’know?”

Wednesday through Friday, Josephine's factory job begins, packaging chemicals for saunas and pools around the country. Saturdays have become Josephine's only rest day. It’s starting to take a toll on her, mentally and physically.

It’s times like this that she wishes her mom was still alive. Someone she could lean on when things get hard, someone who could give her motherly advice and tell her when she’s doing the wrong thing when she thinks it’s the right thing. Josephines just had to live with it her whole life, almost hating the fact that she was born without a mother and her being the cause of it.

Neil and her could be living in Rome like they always wanted, but Josephine had to be born instead. Life is so unfair sometimes.

—

"I'm back," Josephine's voice echoes through the empty house as she kicks off her work shoes. The silence that greets her is unsettling—no sound of the TV, no familiar vomiting noises, no jovial yelling from Neil.

Growing worried, she calls out for him, her voice tinged with worry as she searches every nook and cranny of the ground floor. But he’s nowhere to be found. Panic creeps into her voice as she continues to look, ascending the stairs two at a time, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Neil, where the hell are you?” Finally, reaching the upstairs bathroom, the door slightly ajar. Pushing it open, she finds her father lying motionless on the cold tile floor. He’s pale, his lips tinged blue, and there’s no hint of breath escaping his unmoving chest.

With trembling hands, Josephine dials 911, her voice straining as she panics to the operator. The younger woman guides Josephine through the steps of CPR, and she drops to her knees, tears welling in her eyes as she presses hard against her father's chest, willing him to come back to life.

“Please wake up, dad,” she cries, snot and tears mixing into one liquid that drops onto her dads vomit stained shirt. He can’t die, she’s not ready for this. This can’t be happening right now, he was just fine when I went to work, how can this happen so quickly?

For four agonizing minutes, she performs CPR, each compression a desperate plea to fate.

One…two…three…four. One…two…three…four.

One…two…three…four. One…two…three…four.

And then, like a beacon of hope, the blaring sirens of the ambulance cut through the suffocating silence.

“I’m upstairs!” Josephine screams towards the bathroom door, praying they hear her. The paramedics rush in, their calm professionalism a stark contrast to Josephine's frantic state. She steps back, her chest heaving with exertion and emotion, as they take over. “I- I found him like-like this. I just got, um- home from work.” she weeps as the paramedics try to assist him.

Time seems to stand still as Josephine watches, a silent prayer on her lips. Her mind goes blank at the sight of the heart defibrillator and the sight of them cutting his shirt open, then placing it on his chest, shocking him. Then, as if in a miraculous dance with destiny, Neil's eyes flutter open, a raspy breath escaping his lips as he’s brought back from the brink.

“Thank god,” Josephine lets go of that lump in her throat that's been stuck since she couldn't find him. Relief floods through Josephine, her legs giving out beneath her as she sinks to the floor, overwhelmed but relieved. Neil is alive, saved by her quick thinking.

They load him into the ambulance quickly and leave within seconds, bringing him to the hospital. Josephine’s stuck standing in her driveway, watching the ambulance go further down her street, the flashing lights cast an eerie glow on the quiet street, until they take a right and she can’t see them anymore.

She stands in her driveway, unsure of what to do next. Her mind is filled with worry and fear, wondering what had happened to him while she was at work and if he will be okay. Tears well up in her eyes again and she just lets them fall.

As minutes pass, Josephine feels a sense of unease settle over her. The silence of the night is deafening, broken only by the distant sound of sirens, which she knows belong to Neil.

She doesn’t hear Joey running over to her, but apparently he does. "Josephine, what happened?" Joey's voice breaks through the haze of shock that carries her. Tears stream down her face as she struggles to find the words to explain the sudden turn of events that has shattered her life.

Unable to speak, Josephine simply looks at Joey with a mixture of fear and despair. Sensing her pain, Joey gently embraces her, offering a silent gesture of comfort and support. "Come here, doll," he grunts softly, wrapping his arms around her trembling frame.

[natailiatulls07]

The golden trio Final

Lando Norris x female!reader

Carlos Sainz x female!reader

Max Verstappen & Female!reader & Charles Leclerc

Summary - Being bestfriends with two famous formula one drivers is never easy, but what will happen when you get involved with yet another formula one driver??

Warning - swearing, talks of throwing up, invasion of privacy, blacking out

A/n - It’s the final, I hope you like it!! My Halloween season starts this Wednesday coming at 5pm BST, all you need about the season is here 🤍

Also Happy Birthday Max!! 🥳

The golden trio

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= carlossainz55 Cause she loves me dickhead 😏

= maxverstappen1 So unfair!

username I saw you guys!!

username Well deserved holiday 👏🏻

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Spotted: Carlos Sainz and Y/n L/n are really getting spicy on the beaches of Italy. Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc were not there, suggesting a cozy beach visit for the two lovers

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username Charles and Max were probably off causing shit somewhere lmao 💀

username Very spicy 🙈

username Ngl I think you should respect their privacy

= username See I agree but I love the gossip and I just live my relationship goals through them 🥹

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Gossip Groupchat (White: reader) (Blue: Max) (Red: Charles)

Heyyyy when do you and Carlos get back?????

Soon, idk how long

Ok cool

Why do you ask??

Because…um

Um me and Max are drunk!! 😜

This is why I don’t leave you two for long periods of time

Look Maxy is blacked out!! But I made him look peaceful 😌

Of course he is 😑

Hiiiiiii it’s me Charlie on Maxys phone to send you this cool picture he took!!!

I look great 😍

Might use it for my profile pic on tinder 🤪 The ladies will LOVE it

Look Charlie stay by Max, me and Carlos are on our way

Yayyy Mum and Dad are coming!!

I’m awake!!

I should become a photographer 🤩

I want to throw up

Y/n

Yeah?

I just threw up

Oh god

Yeah Y/n it looks disgusting

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[sturniolos-blog]

can u please do really heavy angst with dad!matt? but with a happy ending ofc

Shot - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - blood, shooting, swearing, violence, guns, angst, death, mid ending

disclaimer: first and 3rd person PoV

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2:55pm

Ding

I looked away from my computer as i heard my text chime come from my phone.

Picking up my phone i read the text.

Esposo ❤️

can’t wait for you to get out of work baby

i love you

I smiled to myself before responding.

Esposo ❤️

can’t wait for you to get out of work baby

i love you

i love you too matt 💗

2:57pm

I responded before shutting off my phone.

Three more minutes Y/n. Three more then you get to go home to your husband and kids.

Y/n finished typing her article as the clock went from 2:59 to 3:00.

She was done for the day.

Picking up her stuff with her phone in her jean pocket, locking her office door and starting to walk down the hallway.

“Goodbye, Y/n. See you tomorrow!” The receptionist, katie said.

“Bye, katie. See you tomorrow.” I said, smiling at her.

I see my bestfriend Josie come out of the staff room with a coffee, I let out a laugh. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting off work now?” I asked her as she took a sip of her coffee.

“Yo soy, pero el jefe quiéreme stay longer.” She told me.

yo soy, pero el jefe quiéreme: i am, but the boss wants me to…

I shook my head, our boss didn’t particularly like us, it’s either because we were of a different race or because he didn’t like woman. Whatever the reason, it sucks, and he treats us differently, the only reason he keeps us is because we are too good at our job to be let go, and the only reason we put up with it is cause the moneys good.

“Cabrón, el es loco, dios mío.” I scoffed.

cabrón, el es loco, dios mío: bastard, he is crazy, my god

She put her hand on mine, basically telling me she wasn’t bothered by it. “Okay, enough about la chupacabra, we still on for Saturday?” She asked.

la chupacabra: weird animal type thing (search it up to get a better understanding)

I nodded, “Yes, Matt has the kids and no work, so we get the night off.” I told her.

She nodded, “Should we invite Chris? Maybe he needs some-”

I laughed, “Josie, stop obsessing over him! You’re crazy!” I said, starting to walk away again.

She followed me, “He’s hot, y/n!”

“Josie, you realize that if you call Chris hot you’re calling my husband hot because they’re triplets!” I said, taking a left into the hallway that had the elevator at the end of it.

Josie stopped for a second, “Oh my god, that’s disgusting.” She fake gagged.

I let out a laugh and pushed her shoulder, “Bye, weirdo. Love you.”

Josie laughed, “Love you too.” Before walking away back to where we had just came from.

I pressed the button for the elevator, waiting patiently.

Ding

My phone chimed again.

I went to check before i heard a BANG.

I jumped at how loud it was.

It was silent before i heard screaming, my coworkers were screaming.

Along with the screaming, i heard crying, my friends from work begging not to die.

Before i heard two more shots.

I was frozen, stuck in place as i heard footsteps coming around the corner, the same corner i just came from.

The elevator door wasn’t opening, so i decided to take a right and run down the hallway.

I knew there must’ve been a shooter, and he or she was right where my office was.

As i run i open a random office door, locking it and shutting the blinds, before i here a cough.

I look down and see Josie covered in blood, and a shot to her abdomen.

I almost let out a scream, but remembering the circumstances i didn’t, i let out a sob.

“Josie?” I sobbed, falling on my knees next to her.

“Y/n..” She breathed out, her holding her wound.

I pulled out my phone, calling 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?” An operator asked, female operator.

I let out a sob as Josie began to struggle to breathe.

“Y/n, s-shh..” She croaked out, putting her hand on my wrist for me to be quiet.

“T-there’s a shooting- the los angeles news office p-please come quick.” I cried.

“Okay, ma’m. Do you have any idea who the shooter is?” The operator asked.

I let out another sob, “N-no!” I said, maybe a little too loud.

Josie let out a cough, one that gathered a lot of blood to spit up on her chest. “Y/n, be quiet or you’re going to get hurt.” Josie said, squeezing my wrist slightly, not hurting me though.

“Alright. Help is on the way, i’d like you to stay on the line with me. Can you do that for me?” The nice lady asked me.

“M-mhm.” Y/n says, her hands shaking as she held the phone, her eyes locked on her bestfriend that was probably on her last breaths.

“Josie- j-josie! Keep your eyes open, p-please don’t die- this can’t happen you can’t die, i- i can’t! Come on, y-you’re my best friend, w-we’re supposed to get really rich and move far a-away together with my family, a-and matt’s gonna have to deal with having you around all the time because i love you. We are supposed to get out of this office, josie, together!” I sobbed as i held her in my arms.

“Ma’m, it’s best to stay quiet, you would not like to let the shooter know where you are.” The 911 operator butted in, i let out a quick mhm.

Josie smiled at me, “We will make it out of here, y/n. Don’t be so dramatic.” She tried to convince me.

I almost let out a laugh but another cry fell out of my mouth, “I can’t lose you, i can’t.”

Josie let out another cough, “I’m getting kind of tired, i think-”

I shook my head, “Josie, no, please, no no, Josie, no!” I held her to my chest as her eyes started to close.

“I love you, Y/n. Tell Ella and Mailo- and even Matt i love them too. You guys were a real family to me.” She said, letting out a few more coughs, before her body went still.

Y/n let out a blood curdling scream, the scream was loud enough for the police that were swarming outside to hear it, the scream was so loud she was going to be next.

“No- Josie, this isn’t funny, wake up, Jose. Come on! Fuck, please! Fucking wake up! We have plans on saturday! Josie please! Come on, i love you!” I shook her body but she didn’t wake up.

I heard sirens and the 911 operator in my ear, “Ma’m? What’s going on? Are you near the shooter?”

I let out multiple sobs, “M-my bestfriend! She’s dead! S-she’s- she’s dead!” Y/n sobbed, hugging her bestfriends body.

“Im so sorry, Y/n.” I heard the operator say before there was a bunch of commotion outside the office i was in, i heard the cops and a couple more shots.

—————————

3:24pm

Y/n was brought outside with a police officer that rubbed her back, bringing her to an ambulance.

Y/n was still, silent.

Death was weird, it’s like one minute you’re making plans with somebody and the next minute that somebody is dead. Isn’t it weird?

Well to Y/n it was.

Right now she didn’t know what to feel, happy she’s alive to go home to her husband and kids? Or heartbroken that the person who understood her the most was taken away from her, in her own arms.

“Whats your name, hon’?” Asked a EMT, pulling Y/n out of her thoughts.

“Y/n Sturniolo.” She croaked out, her throat scratchy from her crying.

The EMT nodded, offering a soft smile, “Okay.. I need someone we can contact, someone who can pick you up?”

Y/n rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands, “My husband is taking care of my kids i don’t want them to see me like this.” Y/n said, swallowing harshly as she pointed out that she was covered in blood, not that it was hers but she’d never want her kids to see her like that, that vulnerable.

The EMT nodded, “Well, Y/n, it appears that you’re still recovering from shock, so why don’t we give your husband a call, is that okay?” The EMT pushed.

Y/n’s ears started ringing, “I just- i need to go home, i’m so tired.” She whispered out.

The EMT placed a hand on her shoulder, “Let us call your husband.” The EMT whispered with a whole lot of care in her voice, taking in and acknowledging Y/n’s state.

Y/n looked up at the EMT, giving a slight nod before pulling her phone out and dialing Matt before giving the EMT her phone.

The EMT muttered a ‘thank you’ and turned her back towards Y/n when Matt had answered the phone.

“Hi, is this Matt sturniolo?”

“Okay, great. My name is Abby gibbons I am an EMT for the Los Angeles hospital, I’m afraid to tell you that there has been a shooting in your wife’s place of work-”

“Mr.Sturniolo, your wife is okay…”

That’s when the EMT’s voice drifted off, Y/n closed her eyes, her head leaning on the side of the ambulance truck.

Falling asleep.

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3:47pm

Matt rushed out of his car, walking towards where all the commotion was.

He looks around before spotting Y/n sitting on the back of an ambulance with her eyes closed as her head was leaned on the side of the truck, an EMT standing with a clip board.

Matt rushed over there.

“Sorry, there was so much traffic and i had to drop the kids off-” Matt’s breathing is quick and rapid, “Sorry, i don’t-” Matt shook his head as he placed his hand on his chest.

Y/n rubbed her eyes as she started to wake up.

Matt had tears down his face.

“Y/n is okay and free to go home, she is dehydrated so i recommend giving her lots of water.” The EMT told Matt.

Matt nodded and went to give Y/n a hug, Y/n didn’t hug back which was weird but Matt didn’t say anything.

“There’s blood- why are you covered in it?” Matt said as he pulled away from the hug.

Y/n shrugged, “It’s not mine.” She said as she got up, scratching her head.

Matt quirked his eyebrows, “Then who-?”

“It’s Josies, she died.” Y/n cut Matt off as she pulled out her phone, starting to go on it as Matt’s face dropped.

Matt let a few more tears drop down his cheek before he wiped them away, knowing Y/n should be hurting, should be crying, should be showing some sort of emotion but she's not.

"I'm so tired, Matt. Can we go home, please?" Y/n asked as she stood up.

Matt nodded as he grabbed her arm to help her, "We can go."

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4:28pm

They both walked in the house, Matt keeping his hand on the small of her back.

"I can run you a bath, sweetheart." Matt said as Y/n rubbed her forehead, she wasn't in a good state of mind.

Y/n looked towards Matt, nodding, "Okay, that sounds nice. I'm just gonna call Josie, we have plans on Saturday. You're still gonna babysit the kids then, right?"

Matt lets out a sigh, flashing a smile, "Yeah, i got them." Matt reassured, making Y/n smile and pull out her phone, dialing Josie's number.

Y/n stands there, picking at her nails, waiting for Josie to pick up, but as expected she didn't.

Y/n let out a 'huh', shrugging before she put her phone down on the coffee table, "She didn't answer.." Y/n says, her face curious as to why her bestfriend didn't answer her.

Matt bit his lip, trying not to cry at his wife's lost state. "She might be busy, n/n. Maybe you should get in the bath and she'll call you back later?" Matt suggests, putting his hand on her shoulder.

Y/n nods, "Okay."

————

"Arms up.." Matt muttered, Y/n doing as he said while he pulled her shirt off her body.

He put the shirt in the bathroom sink before turning back to Y/n, reaching behind her back and unclipping her bra, throwing it alpng with her shirt.

His hands made their way to her pants, unbuttoning the jeans and pulling them down, along with her underwear. "Step." He mumbled as Y/n held onto his shoulders, letting out a giggle as she stepped out of her clothes, now ready to get into the bath.

Y/n got in the bath sinking into the water. Matt watched as she did this, she was peaceful and unbothered.

"I'm gonna go put your clothes in the wash, i'll be right back, sweetgirl." He said softly, leaning down and kissing her head before he walked out of the bathroom.

That's when Y/n closed her eyes, she knew matt was acting different, but after she took a short nap when she was sitting in the ambulance she couldn't remember what had happened just 15 minutes prior.

Ambulance..? Why was she sitting in the back of the ambulance? Y/n thought, her eyebrows furrowing as she tried to remember. Y/n then took a breath, hugging her knees to her chest before closing her eyes.

As i run i open a random office door, locking it and shutting the blinds, before i here a cough.

I look down and see Josie covered in blood, and a shot to her abdomen.

Y/n shook her head and rubbed her eyes at the memory. Closing her eyes even tighter.

“Y/n, s-shh..” She croaked out, putting her hand on my wrist for me to be quiet.

Y/n started to remember everything now.

Josie let out another cough, “I’m getting kind of tired, i think-”

I shook my head, “Josie, no, please, no no, Josie, no!” I held her to my chest as her eyes started to close.

Y/n let out a blood curdling scream...

“No- Josie, this isn’t funny, wake up, Jose. Come on! Fuck, please! Fucking wake up! We have plans on saturday! Josie please! Come on, i love you!” I shook her body but she didn’t wake up.

I let out multiple sobs, “M-my bestfriend! She’s dead! S-she’s- she’s dead!” Y/n sobbed, hugging her bestfriends body.

“Im so sorry, Y/n.” I heard the operator say.

Y/n was now crying, her face buried in her hands as she let out gut-wrenching cries, her whole body shaking.

Matt ran back into the bathroom as he heard her cries from downstairs.

He kneeled next to the bathtub, putting his hand on her wet back. "What's going on, baby? Are you hurt? Are y-"

Y/n cut him off, "She's dead, Matt! She's gone! A-and I couldn't save her, I couldn't do it!" Y/n cried out, her breaths fast and heavy.

Matt bit his lip and shook his head, "It's not your f-fault, Y/n. It's not, sweetheart, it's not." Matt held her close to his body, kissing her head as she sobbed into his chest, letting it all out.

—————————

6:32pm

Y/n was currently sitting at her vanity, looking into the mirror as Matt brushed her wet hair.

She was emotionless, eyes puffy and red from crying.

Matt kissed the side of her head, "How are you doing, love?" He asked softly.

She responded with a shrug, making Matt nod and continue to brush her hair.

As he finished brushing her hair he placed the brush down on the vanity, letting out a sigh as he turned her chair around to face him.

Matt looked down at her as she made eye contact with him. "Y/n, you have every right to feel what you're feeling. It's going to be hard the next couple months, years whatever it won't stop getting hard, but i need you to promise me, that you'll be okay.." Matt said, making Y/n look down.

He grabbed her face softly with his hand, making her look back up at him. "Y/n promise me you will be okay, a-and you won't do anything stupid. Please, baby, please." He begged.

Y/n nodded, "Eventually..i'll be okay."

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How are we feeling guys ?

My heart hurts

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[luvneymar]

[ ᥫ᭡ ] ── IRENE’S MASTERLIST

[ ᥫ᭡ ] ── GENERALS

— PRINCESS TREATMENT; oneshot!

SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your wealthy footballer boyfriends!

PARINGS: jude x reader, neymar x reader, cristiano x reader, messi x reader

— PRINCESS TREATMENT 2; oneshot!

SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your wealthy footballer boyfriends!

PARINGS: antoine greizmann x reader, mason mount x reader, kylian mbappé x reader, trent x reader

— PRINCESS TREATMENT 3; oneshot!

SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your wealthy footballer boyfriends!

PARINGS: erling haaland x reader, richarlison x reader, oliver giroud x reader

[ ᥫ᭡ ] ── NEYMAR JUNIOR

— NEYMAR 1; series!

SUMMARY: You & Neymar prepare for the birth of your baby-girl while dealing with relationship, family & personal issues.

PARING: young!neymar x female!reader

— FOREVER AND ALWAYS; oneshot!

SUMMARY: You and your best friend have been in-love with each other since forever, one day you both get drunk and you end up pregnant

PARING: teen!neymar x teen!reader

— PREGNANT PICKLES; oneshot!

SUMMARY: Neymar fulfills all the whims of his wife pregnant especially your odd food cravings.

PAIRING: young!neymar x young!reader

— MOMMY SENSES; oneshot!

SUMMARY: You wake up to Neymar trying to get some sex but you’re sure that your son is awake.

PARING: fiancé!neymar x fiancée!reader

— UTTERLY ORDINARY; oneshot!

SUMMARY: you attempt to bake cookies with neymar as you force him to do your skincare routine with you & who’s only goal is to distract you, romantically ofc.

PARING: Fiancé!Neymar x Doctor!Fiancée!Reader

— GOOD BOY, BAD BOY; twoshot?

SUMMARY: you finally meet the parent of your star-student & he’s more than you’d expected.

PARING: young!dad!neymar x preschool teacher!reader

[ ᥫ᭡ ] ── KYLIAN MBAPPÉ

— NEWBORN CUDDLES; oneshot!

SUMMARY: you just gave birth to twin girls & kylian walks in when your breastfeeding them. He cuddles you & the baby-girls.

PARING: husband!kylian x wife!reader

[ ᥫ᭡ ] ── JUDE BELLINGHAM

– BEAUTY IN DEATH; series!

SUMMARY: After coming back from a one-night stand with his his best friend, Jude realizes you don’t see him. He’s in love with you and you don’t see him.

PAIRING: bestfriend!jude x bestfriend!reader

[soullust]

charlie headcanons !

i like to think of him as half-native, specifically apache

"nuwanda" still racist tho

was never a ‘good’ student but got decent to good grades until like ? 7th grade bc adhd

started smoking around 8th grade and feels like he can't stop bc oral fixation

oldest and only son. has a younger sister 

also his mom was teen pregnant with him and thats why his parents had to get married x

his parents weren't really into the emotional part of being parents

writes a ton of sappy poetry he never shares with anybody

genderqueer and or gnc (i still like to use he/him bc pronouns ≠ gender)

also bisexual 

LOVES flirting n making out n all that stuff . it’s his favorite pastime

gets in fights every now and again bc hes a hothead, but other than that he is basically everyone’s best friend

or at least he makes everyone feel like theyre bestfriends 

switches to a first-name-basis with keating

loves music and has a talent for playing just about any instrument he picks up 

except the piano he hates pianos for some reason 

i really like the idea of him becoming a musician or artist of some kind

love language is physical touch. followed by quality time n words of affirmation

he says almost everything that crosses his mind

the type of guy to say incredibly sweet n profound shit without realizing

it gets drowned out by all the dumb shit he says tho

coffee drinker, but the kind of pretentious one where he only really drinks espressos and other ‘authentic’ coffee.

not his fault he was raised by pretentious assholes 

around the time of graduating welton he got disowned by his parents and was homeless for a while. 

hes DESTINED to be a single teen girl dad. at least for a little bit then he can get a coparent boyfriend but for alteast it’s just him and his lil girl

gets hyperfixated on random things often so has a bunch of random skills varying in usefulness 

like cooking ? good, he should know how to cook. piercing ? not very useful and kinda expensive 

etc etc

gets a couple piercings (and tattoos) himself bc ofc he does

likes giving his friends piercings and thinks it’s a great flirting ‘hook’

imean it worked with meeks so ig hes right  ...

i take headcanon and one-shot requests btw 

[ethanedwardsnumberonefan]

Insta Hockey AU | x Reader

AU: You grew up with The Hughes boys as their neighbour and the fact your dad coached Jack’s PeeWee team, making you bestfriends. And by some luck the year The Hughes were supposedly leaving you to move to Michigan for Jack to join Team USA, your dad gets a call about an assistant coaching job for Team USA. Thus moving to Michigan and becoming an honorary member and best friend of the Team USA boys and attending Umich

(I do have a clue who this ends up with now :) )

Pt 3

Y/nLn

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Y/nL/n

Michigan ✈️ Anaheim 🌴🌅🥂

trevorzegras why do you never tag people

Y/nL/n please never comment on my page again

user5 this is my official “they like each other comment before it actually does happen”

user1 howd you get that from their comments what 😭

jackhughes who the stud with the white hat 🤔

Y/nL/n what stud? Where?

user2 LMFAO

colecaufield plane buddy 🫂

_alexturcotte i made it in the post 🥳

Y/nL/n first and last time

lhughes_06 can’t believe you guys left me

Y/nL/n all marks fault

markestapa i just missed him 😢

rutgermcgroarty me too right?

markestapa sure

_quinnhughes 🪩🥂

calemakar 🌴🌴

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras

summer ☀️

Y/nL/n hypocrite you didnt tag either

Y/nL/n also can i have my hat back?? You dont need two

colecaufield were all supposed to ask who the last picture is right

jackhughes whos the lucky girl z

user6 working my fbi stalking skills rn

_alexturcotte soft launch?

Y/nLn we were with you 24/7 howd you sneak off

user4 she seems a little too unfazed by this

jamie.drysdale i know 🤭

_alexturcotte wanna let us know?

patrickmoynihan_ so this is what happens when im gone

user7 NO WAY

user2 i dont know if i should cry or celebrate

user3 another one gone 😭

jackhughes

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jackhughes

summers been legit!!

1/3

Y/nLn our pictures are always so pinterest

user5 how many attempts did that picture take

trevorzegras stud

_alexturcotte 😛

colecaufield true caption

mbeniers10 missed you bud

nicohischier 🫂🫂

user1 are they dating yet? That looks like a dating picture

user7 if they are dating then thats two we’ve lost

user3 guys theyre bsfs who’ve known eachother for 17 years ofc theyre close like that 😭

Y/nL/n has posted to their story!

A/N: can you guess who this is gonna end with 🤭

[norrisreads]

dangerous woman #CS55

PAIRING: carlos sainz x reader!, non racer carlos sainz jr x reader!

SUMMARY: being arranged married to carlos sainz, will the both of you work the marriage or will the next step be signing the divorce papers

WARNING: age gap, arranged married related, no smuts! tensions ofc, will be a 4 part series, inc of smau! angst, fluff (in the future?)

masterlist part 2

the bells of the cafe that you’re working at chimed, and there walked in his subordinates .

“how many more minutes ‘till you’re ending?” you glanced up at the said person and down at the watch that was gifted to you, and gave him an answer

“20 minutes, he should know” they nodded and proceeded taking a seat that was directly facing your counter

while cleaning the barista station, and doing the next employee a big favour you felt tensed from the staring from the three said man in suits.

“what’s with all the staring? do your own things, i’m feeling abit tensed right now” rolling your eyes and continuing your task

“he’s furious” the following monaqesque man told you

“i don’t give a shit charles, he did it first, i’m just continuing the game”

you were furious too, both him and you are married in papers but have never been in love with each other before, yeah the both of you grew up close to each other just because your dad were close friends but that is all, nothing more than that.

you’ve been in tons of relationships, and so did he, but it does not make sense for him to still have her by his side and you had to leave yours.

your past relationship was looked down by your dad, mainly because he wasn’t brought up in a wealthy environment, it didn’t really became a big deal between the both of you until you had enough of the shit your dad put him through which eventually led you to agreeing marrying carlos sainz, in an arranged marriage.

The both of you had rules to follow, and he of course never stayed true to it, and so you tried to do the same.

Yesterday you were celebrating your best-friend birthday and your friends just happened to stumbled upon a club, which all of you’ve missed the feeling of it, so all you surely did ENJOYED it.

Not until you were making moves to a gorgeous looking man, and felt you being pulled away, and there he was the man you’ve loathed.

Cockblocker, a huge one.

“i’ll suggest you to stay away” the familiarity of the spanish accent made you realised it was him, carlos sainz.

You’ve felt embarrassed, muttering a sorry to the man and him giving you a slight smile.

Turning back to carlos sainz, you pulled away your hands from his grip and walked away, while muttering “ just when i thought i could get laid”

Bidding goodbye to the girls, you were being guarded to his car by his subordinates.

“how did you guys find me here” you asked pierre, the only one that was walking the same pace as you

“ (your bestfriend name) instagram story, sorry y/n”

you shook your head and climbed in-to the front passenger seat of the Ferrari that was parked in front of the club.

The other guys went to their own vehicle leaving the both of you alone, removing the jacket that was covering you, totally forgetting to hand it back to the guy earlier.

“whose jacket is that, i don’t recall that in your closet?” breaking the tension between the both of you while reversing the car

“it shouldn’t concern you, why are you here anyway? I was having fun” clicking your tongue, while finding for your makeup wipes and removing your makeup in the car.

“you’re my wife, i should be concerned”

“now i am your wife? will you say that in-front of her too?”

that comment made him shut up real quick, which continued all the way to your home.

which led to today, the tension is still strong, you left the house without bidding goodbye to him when he was clearly sitting on your couch eyeing you running around the house finding your things.

“they broke off” this time, lando spoke.

“it doesn’t concern me guys, we don’t like each other” wiping off the last bit and handing the three guys their coffee that was on the house.

“how do you know that he doesn’t see you that way, and why are you so sure about that?” Pierre asking while taking sips of the coffee

“well for a starter gasly, he wouldn’t be fucking around if he liked me, am i right?”

It did made you feel an ease knowing they broke off, yeah you liked his presence but you of course disliked that he betrayed the rules and guidelines that was set by the both of you.

“you guys were fine when the both of you got married though, i don’t see how this had happened”

“she happened, leclerc. what makes it fair that i had to leave someone behind and he doesn’t?” They nodded their head slightly agreeing your point.

“is he coming or are we going somewhere?” removing your apron, walking towards the racks and hanging your personalised apron.

“he’s reaching in a few minutes” signalling them an ‘OK’ sign and walking towards your locker and changed out of your uniform.

Changing took at least 5 minutes, but of course you kept doing things at your own pace, purposely rearranging your locker neatly until you heard a door opened.

“are you building a changing room, what took you 10 minutes to change out of these clothes”

“you’re a comedian sainz, why are you here anyways” pushing him back with your purse which led him to holding it

walking to the front of the house, you bid goodbye to jake, the new part timer

“why are you still working here, I offered you a placement”

“i asked you a question first, and i’ll rather work here than seeing you at work, furthermore i’ll see you at home 80% of the time, i’ll go insane if i see you every single day in every single hour”

he sighed and grabbed your hands walking towards the parking area

“we’re going on a date today”

standing still in the middle of the walkway, you looked at him confused and shocked and with the halted bumping from the three men, made you realised they too were confused

what is wrong with carlos sainz, why is he asking me out on a date…? did he woke up on the wrong side of the bed..? is this a freaky Friday incident?

“gasly, leclerc, norris, you’re dismissed” and with that the three of them hurried away with lando winking to you

note: thank you for taking the time to read this, i have much more drafts but i’ve decided to slowly post them! hope this gets you on your feet, because there’s three more series and it’ll get much more better :-)

taglist are welcome, do req them in my ask ~

[borderlinebox]

imagining/headcannon reader (this could be a continuation of childhood friend reader) making a handmade bracelet or keychain and giving the ones that they’re proud of to chishiya

when they head over to his place they didn’t expect to see the same bracelet/keychain on his desk from years ago, they thought he probably threw it away (like he DID WITH A CERTAIN LETTER 🤨)

He denies it so they drop the topic but couldn’t help the dumb smile on their face

Making Gifts for Chishiya Headcannons!

A/N: I love this request! And it just fits so perfectly with the bestfriend!reader hcs!!

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader

Warning: Season 2 spoilers, not proofread!

Feedback is appreciated!!!

friendship bracelet meme friendship bracelet meme

"i made this friendship bracelet for you"

"im not a jewelry person, y/n"

"you dont have to wear it-"

but instead of saying he would wear it forever, he would just.. do it.

no words

seriously though, you gave chishiya his first bracelet 3 months into your friendship

even though you already made a lot -6 months into it

he wouldn't show much interest

he would be more silent when you put it on him

"oh" is all he would say

but chishiya is screaming at himself inside

like he genuinely wants to say thank you

but god bless him because he's awkward in a situation like this

but you didn't need a thank you because that dorky smile on your face made him smile so softly

and that made you smile even more

he would then be admiring the sky blue bracelet a lot

it has the dice letters that say "chishi"

chishiya would help you gather materials for your craftiness

he loved watching you work and make

maybe he would even join in on making some

you would teach him how

unless you're the type of person to get nervous when someone watches

if that's the case then he would mind his own business

but compliment whatever works you decide to show him

chishiya secretly wears as many friendship bracelets you make under his jacket sleeves

maybe that's the reason why he doesnt want you to hold his arm 👀

and he puts your keychains on any keys he's got

he alters between like 3 keychains at once

per key holder he has

his parents, mostly his dad, makes fun of him for it

so that's why he hides them most of the time, especially in the house

and ofc, the more y'all grew older, the quality became prettier

sadly he threw some of the ones you made that could break easily or were like made out of macoroni

but he never told you

he just said he lost some of them

soon, you started ditching your bracelet/keychain hobby

because you were busy of course

i mean so was chishiya but he secretly missed your little crafty moments

he kept any bracelets and keychains he had left from you

he kept it in a small chest box on his desk

chishiya secretly wore that sky blue bracelet under his sleeves any time

even when working in the hospital

he has it on

and then one day you asked chishiya if you could come over for a bit

because you both had a day off and you had nothing else better to do

with a lot of persuasion, he said yes

and then you came in, admiring his little apartment

and then you saw it

the lil bracelet on his desk

you would let out the biggest squeal of the century

and chishiya, being a big tsundere, told you it wasn't what it looks like

"you kept iiiiiiiiittttt?????"

"kept what? thats a medical bracelet. its none of your business"

and then like quickly puts the bracelet back into the chest collection

you knew he wanted to drop the topic

and you wanted to tease him so badly

but you just couldnt stop with the biggest stupid smile on your face

chishiya hated how much it made you so fucking happy and ecstatic

because he wanted to smile and giggle with you. about how he kept everything

so he just told you to shut it and act like nothing happened

but he couldnt chat with you properly because that big cute smile on your face was distracting him

later, you snuck a peek into the chest to find all the things you made and gave him when he wasnt looking

but he noticed

because you were even smiling bigger and like a dork

like- just so dorky

you were so giddy

but he didn't do anything about it because..

he cant

he knew that you weren't going to let this go

like ever

AND AND AND

I'd like to add that if you ever got into the borderlands with him,

you'd notice that he has the bracelet on at all times

and there was never-ending teasing from you

he would turn down anyone who notices it!

chishiya's in denial

OR

if you weren't there in the borderlands, and it was just him,

chishiya would just look at the bracelet when things go wrong

he so subtle tho

he would still turn down anyone who asks.

you bet your ass that he kept it safe from the fire. so careful.

when he got shot by niragi,

he was fiddling with the bracelet and watching it like a homesick puppy.

cause he wants to return home

to you

[pixicunt]

AFTERMATH - characters

fic comming soon so here are the characters !

its strange isn't it, how every decision you make leads you here in the very end. pressed up against him as he is pushing inside of you. has every touch and graze of deep brown eyes led you to this very moment, you cant help but wonder about the what ifs, what if you had never met, had never gone to the stupid party, had never taken that final leap off the deep end, would anything have changed or was it destined to happen at one point in your life. you dont know, all you know is that you have to deal with the aftermath of it all

or

you go to a party, you have no way home and you must make a choice on who is going to take you home, if they end up taking you home... what happens after is up to them. 

BTS OT7 X reader

CHARACTERS

NAMJOON

Your hot stalker neighbor

Really smart CEO and part time plant dad

Always giving you warm smiles and fumbling over his feet when he collects the morning mail

As your stalker a detailed oriented person he knows a little to much about you

You look up to him as a fatherly figure, he is in his mid 30s 

Namjoon wants to be a dad, will you be his little girl ? 

SEOKJIN

Ouch

Unsaid feelings

The ex fling, ex almost ? how can you miss someone who never was truly yours, nothing hurts more then an ex almost.

Jin is tired of being an emotional support outlet for you whenever things went wrong, he just wants to be wanted by you.

He will allow you to hurt him over and over because he just loves you that much

The party host hottie

Hes just fucking hot ok

YOONGI

The best friend 

You have been friends for a long time and he has loved you for even longer then that

Yoongi is sad, he has issues, a recovering alcoholic and current drug abuser but he doesn't do it for the wrong reasons, he just doesn't want to hurt so badly anymore, wants to smile for you and be a shoulder to cry on while he burns himself in tight forced smiles

He even allows you to drag him to a party because its your first party and he would really do anything for you

Lovesick kitty

HOSEOK

The ex

Correction the hot ex

You broke it off on bad terms so the tension is thick with confusion, fear and arousal

Best you've ever had, well only one you v ever had

Anger issues, cause when the beautiful joyful smile dips into a heartless dead eyed smile you will feel it in every shudder and pin prick of your body. 

You will regret breaking it off with him, you should have never been so brave in the first place, don't worry he wont let it happen again

you havnt seen anything yet 

JIMIN

The step brother

A fucking tease but also an asshole

The sexual tension omfg, the eye fucking ? just fuck already please

Gets a kick out of calling himself your brother and the power he hold over you

Hes just bad news ok. if he had a tinder profile it would read as this: your local fuck boy who loves sex, alcohol singing and making music and loves doing all three while getting high

SLUT

Musician who makes money in sketchy pervy bars and under ground drug rings and of course he couldn't do it without his fuckbuddy bestfriend

 TAEHYUNG

Brothers best friend

Vmin shenanigan's 

HOTTIE

Sexual tension ofc

Drug dealer Taehyung who runs a little bar in his spare time with his bestfriend (money laundering and lots of illegal stuff happening) musician 

intimidating 

a bit of internalized homophobia (im straight but i fuck my best friend but i don't want anyone else to know)

JUNGKOOK

 the stranger

Well he’s actually a bit of everything

He’s a stranger but he’s also a distant memory from your high school days. you know those friends who you pass by and say hi and that's it.

So a stranger and Seokjins brother and a police officer and a serial killer and your stalker 

I know wtf that's ... a lot

Yandere for Seokjin but in a brotherly way (will kill anyone who hurts his brother, Seokjin may be soft but Jungkook is the opposite he just hides it well) 

um but he’s hot so does it really matter that he kills people

So are you gonna get in his car ? 

[btsforlif]

My Mate

Paring: Alpha!Taehyung x beta!puls size or chubby reader

Genres: Smut, fluff, soulmate au

Rating: Mature (18+)

Warnings‼️: sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, pus*y eating (nothing more I think so?) (Sorry for any grammatical mistake english is not my first language😅) (I have censored some words because I don't feel comfortable writing them completely, I kinda feel embarrassed?)

So this is my first time writing any fanfic because I thought there are not many plus size x BTS fanfics so I thought why not to write one. Please ignore my grammatical mistakes😄 I hope you like it! I did my best.

It's said that when you turn 16-17 you found your mate and in your case you are waiting for your alpha, tomorrow is your 18th birthday and you didn't find your mate yet. Everytime you think about this you always encourage yourself that you will find him one day. As for today it's your 18th birthday and your happy that your family has organised a party for you, as your dad is a alpha he has invited so many other packs too and you are thankful to your dad.

You were getting ready for your party as your mother enters to call you out as everyone is waiting for you, you were little nervous you didn't know why but you still managed to go down stairs without showing any signs of nervousness, suddenly your mom holds your hand and squeeze it "it will be alright y/n if anything happens I am there for you okay" she says gently in return you nod and gave her a heart warming smile which she returns gracefully.

As you got down you see many people talking or enjoying themselves, your dad came up to you and took you to his friends and introduced you, you gave fake smile to everyone and once you were done greeting everyone it was time for you to cut the cake and you actually felt embarrassed cutting a cake in front of many people as you were done with this too people eventually started to enjoy themselves again. you suddenly wanted to go out and have some fresh air so you told your parents and get out of the crowded place in to your garden and  sat on the bench that placed in between of the garden.

But as you sat there you smelled a strong woody scent and started to have butterflies in your stomach it was coming closer you can feel it, as you turned around only to meet beautiful eyes and your inner beta started to scream mate mate and from that you knew you found your mate.

Taehyung pov

As a alpha I was invited into my father's bestfriend daughter party and ofc I can't say no it or it will effect to our friendship with other packs, so here I was greeting others but as I was finished greeting them I got out in their garden I didn't wanted to see the cake cutting or anything I found them boring. As I sitting on the grass gazing the beautiful star's i thought when I was going to meet my mate but I suddenly smelled a fruity scent it was like it was attracting me towards him/ her so I stood up and followed it like a lost puppy and it got stronger and stronger till I got near to person it was coming from.

I saw a lady with beautiful curves standing, it was like I saw an angel in real life my heart was beating so fast and my inner alpha was screaming mate, mate and from that moment I was in love with most beautiful person I have ever seen.

Y/n pov

I was so happy that I found my mate. The men who is my mate came running to me and hugged me tightly and I hugged him back immediately "I found you" he said while hugging me even tighter his voice was deep and I felt protected in his arms that I was belonged from here it felt like home, it felt right "I can't breathe" I said  trying to breath "ohh sorry" he said releasing me from the hug "I am taehyung beautiful" he said locking his eyes with me "I am y/n"  you said shyly while locking my eyess with him too "I am so lucky to have you as my mate" he said as he took a step close to me and closed the gap that was between us before "I am glad too alpha taehyung" I say while trying to maintain the contact "shhhh don't call me alpha call me taehyung" he says while our lips were only inches away from eachother, he closed the gap by putting his lips on mine, I closed my eyes and immediately respond to the kiss it was best feeling I have ever had my mate was happy and I can feel his happiness too.

Nobody's pov

Taehyung broke the kiss and held you to his parents in the house to declare that you have found eachother that you are both soulmates till your deaths. Both of your parents were happy for you both and gave you blessings for your future. Your parents decided that you can go with taehyung to his home, they will send your essentials to your new home. You were happy that you got your mate and felt so lucky having such a handsome mate that didn't hated you for your size and accepted you like you are.

As you both reached your destination he took you in and asked you if you wanted to share the room or wanted your own room but you wanted to be with your alpha so replied that you wanted to share the room, by replying this you saw taehyung eyes lit up and you didn't know why so you just gigil, taehyung can feel his heart beat increased as he watched you gigil so sweetly. It was night and you both washed up and were laying on the bed as it was new for both of you, so you just layed there trying to think what to do, suddenly you felt taehyung hugging you from back "be relaxed princess your alpha is here" he said kissing your neck softly but the tone he used made you week and moaned out because of the feeling.

This lit up something in taehyung that he growled near your ear "princess don't do this you are making hard for me not to ruin you on your first day as my mate" he growled once more, his growls were so sexy that it got you wet "please ruin me alpha" you said desperately "as you wish but don't regert it later" he said as he turned you arround and hovered above you. He suddenly kissed you gently while tracing your left hand with his fingers, it got you goosebumps where he touched. "You know I always waited for may mate? After having you here with me I feel complete" as he completed his sentence he took your clothes off you and took his shirt and pants off too leaving you naked and him only in his boxers, he took a min observing every beautiful curves of yours as you started to feel embarrassed because of his eyes eyeing you up and down "you are so gorgeous y/n"  he said as he kissed your lips a little roughly this time, as he took his lips down to your neck and started to kiss it gently, at one spot you moaned and from that he knew he found for sweet spot as he bite down there to leave a mark, whenever he will see this mark on your neck it will remind him that you are his and he is yours. 

He gently kisses your breast valley down to your stomach leaving purple marks and going down to your thighs and biting down there "I am in love with your thighs" he said while kissing it gently and going up till he is face to face to your little pu*sy "you are so wet baby" he said using his thumb to cricle around your clit, he growled as you moaned "I am gonna eat this little pu"sy of yours so good little beta" he didn't gave you any time to react as he suddenly started to at you out, you practically screamed because of the pleasure. The feeling of his tongue was so euphoric that you were feeling that you were on cloud nine "baby you look so good from here, can you see your clit all cute and swollen" he said while eating you out and making slurping noises to let you know how good it felt to taste you. You were getting nearer to your release and you can feel it "I am gonna c*m" you said while moaning loudly "you are gonna c*m huh? C*m for me, c*m for your alpha" he said while thrusting two fingers in you, you clenched on his fingers while moaning loudly "c*m for me Princess"  and you c*mmed hard on his fingers.

He took out his fingers and took it in his mouth and moaned "baby you taste so good" you moaned seeing him tasting your c*m "Please alpha" you begged him to f*ck you. All it takes was your pleading voice and he was already linning his d*ck on your pu*sy "gonna f*ck you so good" he said has he slowly slide his d*ck in. once he was all in you, you both moaned because of the feeling, he gave you time to adjust his length and once you were adjusting you moved your hips to indicate him and he took the indication and started to thrust in you with fast pace "are you feeling good beta huh? Tell me" he said thrusting in you in an inhumane pace, in answer you only moaned as it was hard for you to make words but taehyung was not taking it as he slapped you on your clit "use words baby" he said as he growled because of the feeling of your clenching "y-yes a-alpha you are m-making me feel so g-good". After few more thrust he took your chubby leg on his shoulder and thrusted in you slowly but deeply. He took his hand and kept it on your stomach to let you know how deep he is "see baby how deep I am in you" he said growling as he take his hands away from your stomach so you can see your belly buldge, you moaned loudly seeing it. After few more hard thrust you clenched around him indicating you are near "are you c*mming huh?" He said circling around your clit with his fingers

"C*m for me" all you wanted was his permission and you were releasing on his d*ck as you screamed your mate name repeatedly. After few more thrust taehyung c*mmed on your stomach and layed beside you. Both trying to catch there breath "are you ok" taehyung asked worriedly "I think I gone too hard" he said teasingly, you only replied with an "I am okay" and hugged him tight "goodnight tae" all you said before going into your dreamland "huh?" He said looking at dumbfounded "she didn't just slept after saying good night", he chuckled gently trying not to wake you up, he stared at you for good 10 min and said softly "thankyou for coming into my life y/n, I liked the new nickname and good night to you too princess" all he said before going into his own dreamland too. 

[smok3r7]

Pinky Promise

OFC x OCDads best-friend

18+, mature

1• Hibiscus

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My AO3

Summary: Fathers are supposed to be the ones taking care of their child, but Josephine’s life is the other way around. Her life is booze, her dad, and her dad’s best friend - what could go wrong?

Chapter summary: Some people get dealt pretty rough cards in life, Josephine’s life is full of them.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Emetophobia warning (will be pretty consistent throughout the whole thing) (not descriptive in this one, just the aftermath/clean up! Will give fair warnings beforehand!)

—

“I’m gonna go ride that!” Josephine slurs to the group of girls she met at the bar, as she eyes the mechanical bull. The group of three, who are all absolutely wasted, laugh and cheer her on to do it, following behind her so they can all watch.

With their cheers echoing in the background, Josephine mounts the mechanical beast, holding on tight with her right hand wrapped around the leather loop. “Let’s go, baby!” She purrs at Frankie, who runs the machine, making sure she’s showing her tits more than she needs to. He shows a flirty smirk and starts it up.

As it starts to spin slowly, leaning her forward and then backwards, her heart races with exhilaration - she’s done this countless times and yet every time she still gets giddy. Suddenly the speed of the bull picks up and whips her around, and she can feel her jean shorts ride up more and more on her ass and her tits bounce in her low cut shirt. The wind whips through her dark brown hair, and a sense of freedom washes over her.

Still holding on strong with one hand in the air and her hips move in rhythm with the machine, Josephine feels a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. The bar full of people blurs around her, and for a moment, nothing else exists but the thrill of the moment. She lets out a contagious laugh and holler, feeling alive and carefree.

The music blares, the lights flash, and for a moment, she feels truly alive. As she finally gets thrown off, she lands on the brown inflatable with a thud. Her friends rush over, helping her up, all of them breathless with laughter and adrenaline.

But instead of feeling defeated, she bursts into uncontrollable laughter, her new found friends cheering and rushing over to help her up. They are all breathless with laughter and adrenaline, sharing a moment of pure joy and camaraderie. As they walk away from the bull, Josephine knows she’ll be sore tomorrow, but still smiles.

“Girl, you set a new record!” The small blonde, whose name Josephine can’t remember, exclaims. Josephine playfully tells her to shut up and turns back towards the bull-board, sure enough she watches the guy write, Josephine - 2:03.

Let’s hear it for the new record holder, by three seconds, Josephineeeee!

After Frankie announces, the bar fills with hoots and hollers from every corner. Josephine turns back to the girls and does a playful bow to everyone in the bar, which makes her feel exhilarated. She can't believe she just broke the bar record for the bull ride, Nicky has been the record holder for twenty-seven years and Josephine just broke it by three seconds, absolutely wasted.

With the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, Josephine basks in the glory of her accomplishment, she drunkenly tells the girls the next round is on her.

The cheers of the crowd fade away into the thumping music, creating a euphoric atmosphere. With a smile on her face and a fire in her eyes she skips over to the bar and tells Eric, the bartender, to pour a round of the highest tequila he’s got.

She turns around and leans her elbows on the bar top, scanning the room to the best of her ability. The crowded bar is filled with chatter and laughter as the glasses clink and the music plays in the background. Just then, she sees a guy who looks all too familiar and is staring directly at her, but with the mix of booze and people, she can’t make him out.

“Romano-” he softly announces her last name.

“Thank you, Eric.” She swiftly turns around and grabs the four shot glasses. “Put it on my tab!” She tells him, but before she can leave, Eric stops her.

“Hey, good work up there.”

She gives a toothy smile and tells him thank you, before she carefully weaves through the bar of people. She reaches the tall table where the other girls are and sets the glasses down with a loud thud. They all thank her and tell her she’s the best, and she raises her glass, the amber liquid glistening in the low light, toasting to them for being her support tonight and how she loves them all.

Salude, Josephine toasts with a slam of the glass from the table, then she swallows the shot. Tequila burns down her throat, but she savors the warmth it brings, feeling a sense of liberation wash over her. She needed this night out after the hellish week she’s had because of her father, but there’s time later to worry about that.

“Good ridin’ there doll,” suddenly, an all too familiar voice says behind her, sending shivers down her spine. Before turning around she sees the looks on the blonde's face, she’s starstruck, so that also solidifies who it is.

Turning her body around she sees Joey Reed, her neighbor and her dad’s best friend, who she’s had the hots for, standing a few feet away from her with a mischievous twinkle in his brown orbs. His dark hair is in the beginning stage of growing back from a buzz cut, the one she loves so much, and there’s a five-o’clock shadow on the lower half of his face.

She loves when Joey looks like this, not shaggy like he does when it’s all grown out and not too mean when he freshly cuts it all down. This is just perfect.

Despite her racing heart and butterflies in her stomach, she musters a confident smile and purrs, "Thanks, Joey. I didn't know you were watching." She takes a breath as she does a quick glance of his body; a fitting black long sleeve and baggy blue jeans, with his brown work boots that have old and new oil stains splattered on them.

His grin widens at her reaction to seeing him, and he takes a step closer, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension. Their eyes lock in a silent conversation, a dance of desire and anticipation. In that fleeting moment, she realizes that maybe, just maybe, her secret crush on him isn’t so secret after all.

“I’m always watchin’,” he admits as he leans down to her right ear, “which is why I gotta take you home, now.” His voice is different from when he walked up to her, more demanding and not as flirty. Joey's words echo in her mind, making her feel annoyed and angry. She knows he means well, but his sudden shift in demeanor caught her off guard, but she’s used to it after so many years of the same thing.

She can’t deny the protective instinct in his voice, but she resents the implication that she needs his guidance. Josephine has always been fiercely independent, especially these past handful years and Joey's attempt to control her actions only fuels her rebellious spirit.

Ignoring the knot of emotions in her chest, Josephine squares her shoulders and meets Joey's gaze head-on. "I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself," she says firmly, “Have a good night, doll.” She throws the enduring nickname back at him, clearly making a point.

Joey blinks in surprise, clearly not expecting her defiance. He knew Josephine was gonna be a bit of a challenge, but not this bad. She stands before him, hand on her hip, her seafoam green-blue eyes narrow in determination. Joey can’t help but admire her spirit, even as frustration brews within him.

She’s not going to make things easy for him, that much was clear to him. Which is exactly what she wants out of this situation, so she playfully blows a kiss to him and turns around to her girlfriends for the night.

“Who’s that?” The tall dark haired girl asks Josephine, clearly wondering if she can get with him or not.

Josephine chuckles to herself. “My neighbor and dads buddy, he’s just tryin’ to keep me outta trouble,” she confesses, “but sometimes I just can’t-“ Before she can finish her sentence, she feels a hand on her wrist that spins her around and she’s suddenly thrown over Joey's shoulder.

“Yo- what the fuck, Joey?!” She curses him out as she tries to kick and punch any part of his muscular body, but she ultimately fails. “Put me down right now- I’m not ready to go home- Joey-“

“Just stop,” he barks to her, which stops her sporadic movements, “Night ladies, I’m sure you’ll be seein’ Josephine here again.” His tone switches to be playful and nice to them while he’s still annoyed with her on his shoulder.

With her still perched on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around her thighs holding her in place, he sighs inwardly, wondering how he always ends up in these situations with her, but at the same time he knows why she acts this way.

Her damn father.

—

Joey hands Josephine a Barbie colored pink bike helmet, the one he specifically got for her, but she drunkenly refuses, fearing it will mess up her hair. She loves his Harley bike, she wishes she could have one of her own but she knows that’s not in her cards right now.

"Doll, it's already messed up and looks like shit," he admits, urging her to listen to him. "Put this on, hop on the back, and shut up. Easy as pie." He adds with a smirk as he sits on the bike with his torso turned to her, the helmet still in his hand.

“You’re an asshole, ‘ya know that?” Josephine scoffs as she snags the pink helmet from his hand and reluctantly puts it on, somehow with that last shot flowing through her, she’s able to loop the buckle underneath her chin.

“Wouldn’t wanna be any other way doll,” he admits with a smile as he watches her stand next to him, her face still plastered with annoyance, “plus, you know you love it.”

The laugh that leaves her chest is genuine when she hears that, “No I don’t, Joey.” Her arms now fold against her chest and her right hip pops out, trying to show as much attitude as she possibly can. But he doesn’t bite the bait she left out, “Sure you don’t. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be standin’ here still, now would you?”

“Shut up.” She rolls her eyes and smiles as she admits defeat in this one, but she knows she’ll get another chance to win. “You gonna let me on or what?”

She watches the way he smirks and stands up for her to sit behind him and she can’t help but feel her heart flutter as she lifts her left leg over the seat so she can sit. Hold on, doll face, he tells her as he starts the bike up, Josephine just smiles at his witty comment and wraps her arms around his toned torso.

The engine’s loud as he revs and takes off out the parking lot, the cool fall night sobering her up, her grip around him tightens. She can feel his body, the slightly abed torso and wider shoulders create this feeling of relief in her. His smell of sweat, car body shop, and cologne make her feel like she’s home, like she doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

As much as she hates to admit it, she loves being on the bike with him, it’s like an escape of all her responsibilities that she has. She just wishes he didn't try to parent her all the time. She is twenty seven, after all, and perfectly capable of making her own decisions, much like she has for the past seven-ish years.

But ultimately, in moments like this, with the wind in her hair and the thrill of the ride with Joey, she lets go of her frustrations and simply enjoys the freedom of the open road with the man she does really care for and respect. She wishes all her nights could be like this one; on the bike with Joey.

The chill of the breeze flying by her bare legs and face out on the open road make her feel alive. But deep down, she knows that this fleeting escape from reality won’t last. Her poor excuse of a father, drowning in his own demons, will inevitably drag her down with him.

His addiction to booze has turned their home into a living hell, filled with broken promises and shattered dreams. Her life used to mean something, she was going to college to become an engineer for god sake, but now all she does is babysit her father while she makes some of the same mistakes.

She’s thankful for Joey, if her dad and him never got close, she doesn’t know where she would be or how she’d be. He’s her rock, as much as he can get on her nerves.

Despite the chaos surrounding her, Josephine holds onto the moments of peace she finds on the back of Joey's bike, hoping that one day they will outweigh the darkness that threatens to consume her world.

As she holds onto Joey tightly, she wishes for a different life, a life without the constant struggle and pain. But for now, all she can do is enjoy the sacred moments of happiness that come her way, hoping that someday things will change for the better.

She lays the side of her face between his shoulder blades the best she can with her helmet and she just watches the way the lights on the buildings blur past. It all looks like a painting of a city where a girl doesn’t belong, or at least isn’t where she should be in her life.

She can tell they’re almost home, the small shops start to look familiar again which causes her stomach to tie into knots - she doesn’t want to go home. She doesn’t want to have to clean up whatever mess her father created.

If she asked, Joey would let her stay with him for the night, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t want to be more of a burden than she already feels like she is. He goes out of his way to keep up with her and she knows he’d rather be out fucking some girl he met at the bar, which Josephine probably cock-blocked him from tonight with her shenanigans.

So she leaves the question in her head.

As he pulls into the driveway, next to her car, her heart sinks. The house looks quiet, just like she thought. She takes a deep breath, gathers her courage, and steps off the bike.

“You want me to come in and help with Neil?” Joey sincerely asks her, as much as he plays around with her, he really does care about her well-being. He knows she’s almost at her breaking point and he doesn’t want her to get there.

She unloops her helmet and hands it to him, “No,” she sighs, now sober from the ride home, “I got it. I’m just gonna deal with it now and go right to bed. Thank you, Joey.”

“It’s really no problem-“

“I said I got it. See you tomorrow,” she blurts out her voice tinged with frustration, not trying to be rude but she can’t help it. But the thought of cleaning up her dad's vomit for the fourth time this week was wearing her patience thin.

As Joey stares sadly at her from his motorcycle, she can see the genuine concern in his eyes. Despite her stubborn independence, she wishes she could let him in, let him help bear the burden that seems to grow heavier with each passing day. But her pride and resentment stand like barriers between them, leaving Joey on the sidelines, longing to be the support she needs but can’t bring herself to accept.

She spins on her heels and she’s up on her porch when she hears Joey say, night Josephine, and back out her driveway and ride to his, right next door. She smiles softly, the fact he dropped her off at her house instead of his just takes a load off, even something as small as dropping her off at her home, can mean so much to her.

—

As she stands in the threshold of the front door, a sense of dread fills her. The stench of alcohol and vomit hang heavy in the air. The familiar sight of her dad passed out on the couch greets her, but this time, it’s different.

Instead of chaos, there’s an eerie kind of calmness in the air. The TV blares the sound of Family Guy, providing a temporary escape for her father and in all honesty, Josephine too. It’s one of those silly shows she and he would watch before his work accident seven years ago. And they still do, but not as often.

With a heavy sigh, she closes the front door, locking both the deadbolt and handle. Sliding her shoes off, she goes straight to the cleaning closet tucked away in the long hallway on the other side of the house.

The hallway leads to the main floor bathroom, branching off from the elegant dining room and cozy front rooms of her old Victorian house. About four years ago, Josephine actually bought the house from her dad because she knew he wasn’t going to be able to afford it since he wasn’t working.

So instead of being in fear of getting foreclosed on, she decided to bite the bullet and handle it. At the time it hurt her wallet tremendously, but about a year ago she was finally able to have a savings account again and some fun money.

As she reaches for the cleaning supplies, memories flood her mind - memories of laughter, tears, and love shared within these walls, specifically with her dad. It’s really sad knowing he used to be the best father, especially after her mom died after giving birth. He made it his mission to never let Josephine feel the weight of losing both parents, but somewhere along the line, he broke that promise to her.

After grabbing the handful of things she needs, she heads back to the living room and kneels down to clean the mess on the carpet, her heart heavy with a mix of frustration and sadness. As she cleans up, memories of happier times with her dad flicker through her mind, reminding her of the man he used to be and will never be again.

With a deep sigh, Josephine throws the trash into the bucket she grabbed and looks at her dad, peacefully passed out. Much like Joey, his hair is buzzed but his beard is a bit longer than his. But he also looks sick, his cheeks sunken in and his skin color is more yellowish than normal.

A wave of sadness washes over her. He looks so different today than he used to almost a decade ago, his usual vibrant spirit nowhere to be found. She remembers the days when he used to play with her in the garden, his laughter filling the air. But now, he lies there, a mere shadow of the man he once was.

She tucks her dad in with a thin blanket and turns the TV volume down a few, so it’s not blasting through the walls. She doesn’t need to, or want to, watch this right now. All she wants to do is shower and crawl into her bed for the last bit of night she has left, since it is two-thirty in the morning.

As much as she hates this lifestyle, it’s the best case scenario in her home.

It’s been seven years of the same cycle. Coming home or waking up to vomit and/or blood somewhere, knowing that means he wants her to clean it up, mainly because he can’t.

Then when she’s done, grabs him his fifth of vodka from the freezer he bought the night before. Put it in a cooler with ice and set it next to him with a bucket, just in case he has to throw up again. And leave him in the living room where he plays video games, all day. Or sleeps.

All day.

Which is exactly what she does now, after cleaning up his mess, like always.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Waste Love: Part Six

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Alcohol and Drug Use, Language, Violence, Smut, Slow Burn, ANGST OUT THE ASS. A/N: Smut warning in effect this chapter. I’m working on getting a masterlist made but i’m waiting on my bestfriend to finish my banner *COUGH COUGH @coffee-obsessed-writer >.> anyways enjoy!

Colson’s tongue trailed across Tiffany’s skin as he kissed her stomach, goosebumps rising across her flesh as he descended her body. Her nails bit into his shoulders, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. His fingertips pressed into her pliable frame, spreading her legs open as he reached his destination.

“Mmmm,” he hummed, grazing the softness of her thigh with the tip of his nose, enamored with her scent. His tongue darted out between her cleft, a low sigh leaving Tiffany’s mouth as he swirled it around her hood. Her body shivered as Colson’s fingers squeezed her flesh tight, moaning into her and sending vibrations through her spine.

“Fuck, Cols,” Tiffany mewled before throwing her arm across her face, her breathing heavy as his lips wrapped around her clit. He devoured her thoroughly, his teeth nipping at her folds and tongue pressing into her while she writhed. He held her down firmly when he felt her start to contract, fighting against her bucking when she finally came. Her whole body was quivering when he finally pulled away to wipe his mouth.

“You want this dick, baby?” He teased, gripping his cock and pressing the leaking head against her hood.

“Fuck, yes, Colson,” She breathed, undulating off the mattress to rock her hips into him, “Please, Daddy.”

A deep, animalistic rumble bubbled up from Colson’s chest, his irises darkening instantly. He leaned over her, his body encasing hers, to wrap his long fingers around her throat. She gasped instantly, eyes rolling back in her head as he pulled her up to her knees. Colson’s fingers tightened, biting his lip while looking down his nose at her. Tiffany’s plump lips were parted as she tried to breath, her eyes wide and wild and begging.

“Say it again,” He growled, his free hand diving into the back of her hair with a sharp tug, “Beg Daddy again.”

“Please,” She whined, wiggling in his grasp in search of friction before repeating, “Please Daddy.”

“There’s my good girl,” Colson replied, a twisted smile adorning his face as he watched her gasp for air. He brushed his lips against hers before spinning her around, his hand moving from her violet waves to her to her breast, rolling the tight peak between his finger tips. His cock was heavy between her legs, rutting up against her wetness as he teased her.

“Bend over for me, babe,” He instructed, reveling in the way her eyes rolled again when he finally released her air way. She fell forward onto the mattress lazily, and Colson bent over her to make sure she was okay. After a quiet whisper in her ear and a nod from her, he raised back up and pressed his weeping cock through her folds.

A deep groan echoed through the room as he bottomed out inside her, blood running into his mouth from biting his lip too hard. Colson had never had anyone as good as Tiffany, and he knew he would never again, either.

She arched her back as he gripped her hips, her own fingers swirling around her clit while he slammed into her.

“Fuck, Kels, fuck. Yes. Fuck me.” She keened as he unleashed on her, his hips bruising her ass with the sharp thrusts.

“That’s it. Take it, bitch,” Colson replied, his voice dark and dirty, “You like takin’ my dick, don’ you?”

“Fuck, yes.” She mewled, her body rocking in time with his punishing pace. She could feel the coil inside her body tightening as she rubbed her clit, her frame shuddering as her climax threatened to crash over her again.

“Come on, Baby girl, come for me, I feel you.” Colson rasped, his hips moving as fast as possible.

She came with an explosion, her juices leaking down their thighs and onto the sheets. She screamed his name while he continued to fuck her, the head of his dick continuing to press into her cervix over and over. Tiffany shook as fireworks erupted behind her eyelids, Colson’s hand replacing hers on her clit. He rubbed her vigorously, his own hips beginning to stutter at the feeling of her wetness dripping everywhere.

“Gonna nut in this pretty little pussy,” He breathed, the palm of his hand smacking into her asscheek roughly, “You’re gonna take this nut.”

“Fuck. Gimme.” Tiffany replied as another orgasm barreled down on her. Her insides contracted as she gushed again, tears running down her eyes with pleasure.

Colson’s hips snapped into hers one final time as he came, a grunt vibrating through him and into her as his body shook. He pulled out of her gently before falling to the mattress beside her, gasping for air as his body came down.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fuckin’ you.” He huffed, turning his head to look at her. Her eyes were closed as she nuzzled into her pillow, completely satisfied and close to sedation. She let a small smile play on her lips with a hum, contentment seeping through her.

--

“Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn’t mad, but how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun…?”

Tiffany’s phone was ringing. She could hear it, but couldn’t find it in the mess that was all of the pillows and blankets piled on Colson’s bed. The ringtone ended before starting again, the third attempt from Colson at reaching her. Shaking the covers wildly, the iPhone went flying across the room finally. Tiffany scrambled to pick it up from the floor, sliding the answer key as fast as she could.

“The fuck took you so long to answer the phone?” Colson asked pointedly, his tone serious and irritated.

“It got lost in the sheets, my bad.” Tiffany chuckled, not noticing the tension, “What’re you doing?”

“Yeah, I bet,” Colson replied with a huff, “Been waiting on your fuckin’ piece of shit brother to get back so we can finish this stupid recording.”

“Woah,” Tiffany returned, brows furrowing as she finally picked up on the hostility, “What’s with the attitude?”

“I don’t got an attitude,” He snapped, making Tiff roll her eyes, “What are you doin?”

“Laying in your bed.” Tiffany answered smugly, “Eating up all your food.”

“Sounds about right.” Colson responded, another huff leaving him, “Who all you got over there?”

“No one, Colson,” Tiffany told him, starting to get irritated at his tone of voice, “Do you have a problem or something?”

“Nah, do you?”

“So why did you call me if you were just gonna be snotty with me?” She asked, anger rising.

“My bad, I won’t call you again. I guess see you when I get back.” Colson retorted, ending the call before Tiffany could get a response out. She tried to call him back multiple times, but it immediately went to voicemail. Her text messages with him had turned green, signaling he’d put a block against her number.

“The fuck is wrong with this asshole?” She thought out loud with a shake of her head, pulling up her social media to see if anything had happened online that would’ve pissed him off. Sure enough, there had been a recent article written about the rapper, the webpage littered with pictures of her and Colson, her and Baze, her and Slim, even one of her and Casie, the caption in dark black letters: Clout or Connection? Who is SHE?

The writer of the article obviously didn’t follow Kels’ fanbase or life very closely. It seemed that they didn’t even know Tiffany was JP’s sister, the phrase ‘Where did she come from?’ being used multiple times as well as multiple insinuations that she was sleeping with the other crew members. Tiffany rolled her eyes again as she clicked the repost tab on the twitter page that had originally linked it, retweeting it with the caption, ‘This shit makes my day.’

Colson remained radio silent for the rest of the day, not even posting on Twitter, which was highly unusual for the man. Tiffany didn't really think anything about it, though, knowing that when he got into the studio sometimes it took an act of God to get him out. It wasn’t until her notifications started blaring at her that night that she figured out what he’d been up to.

Checking her messages, she was bombarded with multiple links to her brother’s Instagram story. She furrowed her brow as she clicked circle around his profile picture, her heart sinking as she watched the video’s contents.

Slim was obviously recording Rook playing the drums, the man banging on the cymbals over and over again in time with the beat that was playing over the speakers. It all seemed normal until Slim zoomed in behind JP with a laugh, focusing on Colson sitting on the couch on the other side of the room with his face glued to another woman’s mouth.

“Ooooooh!” Slim teased, zooming in and zooming out back and forth quickly as he giggled maniacally.

“Fuck a bitch, though!” Could be heard in the background, followed by a laugh from Baze. Tiffany instantly exited the video and threw her phone down. Tears threatened to slip from her lids, but she fought them back. She got dressed quickly and grabbed her stuff, snatching Rook’s car keys from the counter before locking the door.

At first, she was just simply going to go home. Then that changed to just driving around a little bit to cool off before going back to Colson’s. Then next thing she knew she was pulling up to the studio building and heading inside.

Baze was the first one to see her coming, his eyes widening with fear as he saw the look of rage set into her facial expression. He paused the music over the speaker and everybody stopped what they were doing, all of them looking to the door as Tiffany burst in.

“The fuck-” Colson started, but cut himself off as Tiffany reached over, her hand snapping out and grasping the blonde extensions of the bitch he’d been tongue fucking for the past hour. The woman screeched in pain as she flailed her arms at Tiffany, who dragged her away from Colson across the floor. Tiffany wrapped her wrist around the girls hair, her other fist coming in contact with her face a few times before she slammed her head into the carpet. The woman attempted to fight back, but was unable to get the edge on Tiff in her drunken stupor. Not that anyone could get the edge on Tiff sober.

“That bleach must have seeped through your fucking skull, huh, whore?” Tiffany spit into the girls face, shoving her head back down before kicking her in the ribs and rounding on Colson.

Slim immediately moved in between them, grasping Tiff by her biceps as she struggled against him. Andre had grabbed Colson, who was working to shove passed him himself to get to Tiffany.

“Fuck you, bitch! Why don’ you go fuck some more of my friends, hoe?” Colson shouted from behind Slim, reaching for her. Tiffany instantly reacted, jumping at Slim and launching herself off his shoulders to get to Colson. Her nails came in contact with Colson’s cheek, leaving a deep scratch across the skin before she added a punch to his bottom lip. She managed to hit him a good two or three times before being pulled away by her brother, the shorter man wrapping his arms around her middle and pulling her backwards as he flailed her legs at Colson and Slim.

”The fuck did you just say?!” She screamed, her vocal chords being torn raw as she fought against the men restraining her, “How many bitches have you fucked? Huh?”

“The fuck are you talking about, K?” Andre questioned, his face scrunching in confusion as he pushed Colson further away.

“Go ahead, tell them,” Tiffany huffed, still straining but calmer as she tried to catch her breath, “Tell ‘em how you read one little half-assed article and now suddenly I’m the family whore.”

Colson didn’t say anything, just pushed Dre away from him as he glared daggers at Tiffany.

“The fuck?” Rook asked, letting his sister go and looking to Colson for an explanation, “Forreal?”

“I’m fucking done,” Tiffany spat, raking her fingers through her hair, her scalp tender from where her hair had been pulled, “You can go fuck yourself, Colson. Go jump off a bridge, see if I fucking care.”

Tiffany pushed everyone off of her as she headed towards the door, giving the whore still on the ground one final kick for good measure before walking out, leaving Colson to explain himself to his crew.

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Summary: Y/N and Tom have been best friends since the beginning. But one day, their friendship is tested in more ways than one when he asks her to be his fake date to a wedding.

Characters: Bestfriend!Tom x reader, Harry, Sam, Vanessa (OFC) (mentioned), Charlie (OMC), Todd (OMC), Morgan (OFC), reader dad, tom grandpa

Warnings: Angst, sexual assault (not described), language, fluff, bummer stuff, cringe, fighting, stupid ending...

A/N: This story hits me hard.. I don’t really know where it came from, but it was important to me, so I wrote it. I don’t wish this on anyone, and I did a lot of heartbreaking research to give an accurate presentation to the situation. Please, be curdious to those who have gone through similar situations. I will be tagging this story with #sexualassault if you’d like to keep this off your dash. Thanks for the continual positivity. It will be up every Sunday...unless I get excited or begs for more.... :). Love you guys, and I hope you have a lovely day.

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[ocean-butch]

Hellllo :)) 10-150 if you’re up for a challenge Goodluck 😁

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?“i rlly hope he’s the murderer”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?molecules, HNLY, wanna be missed, let it be, and what i need, all from Expectations by hayley kiyoko

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?yes ofc

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?luck yes miracles no

15. What good thing happened this summer?idk i had a good time, i traveled, it was fun!

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?i never kissed anyone besides boys so nah

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?ofc i mean cmon who doesnt know that

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?yes!! i love her dearly and shes a great friend

19. Do you like bubble baths?OFC

20. Do you like your neighbors?i dont rlly know them tbh

21. What are you bad habits?isolating myself and basically everything i do

22. Where would you like to travel?everywhere but mainly atlanta bc i wanna meetmy best friend

23. Do you have trust issues?nah i trust too easily

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?the feeling of getting home

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?all of it tbh

26. What do you do when you wake up?check my phone, usually tumblr first

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?nah im good

28. Who are you most comfortable around?not really ””around”” but abby

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?once yeah, but then she broke up w me again LMAO

30. Do you ever want to get married?OBVIOUSLY CAN U IMAGINE HAVING A WIFE I MEAN WOW WHAT A DREAM

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?not really, only if its just the top

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?kay awkward imma skip that cuz im a minor

33. Spell your name with your chin.vabfirls (its supposed to be gabriela lol)

34. Do you play sports? What sports?i know how to play soccer and volley and some other shit but i dont really actually play them. however, i do snowboard.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?tv, i actually didnt have a tv until 2 months ago (but i did have them when i lived w my dad)

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?yep

37. What do you say during awkward silences?idk i just try to come up w something, it could be anything depending on the person

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?someone funny, who is easy to talk to and is passionate and caring. someone who’ll show me that i mean everything to them and who isnt scared to be affectionate. i have a tag for this called “my dream girl” so its all there

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?i dont shop like at all so basically starbucks lmao

40. What do you want to do after high school?move out of this awful country

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?im not sure. maybe, but not always with the same person. but tbqh probably not everyone

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?it can mean a lot of thigs, but usually that im rlly depressed/lonely

43. Do you smile at strangers?yes!!

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?both tf (but i’ve already been to the bottom of the ocean many times so getting to know space would be pretty fucking cool)

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?the thought of not having to go to school anymore in like 7 months if i just get this right

46. What are you paranoid about?e v e r y t h i n g but mostly ppl hating me and leaving me

47. Have you ever been high?nope

48. Have you ever been drunk?nope

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?i dont think so no

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?dark blue

51. Ever wished you were someone else?all the time dude

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?myself lmao

53. Favourite makeup brand? i dont rlly know any makeup brands tbh i dont use it

54. Favourite store?again, starbucks

55. Favourite blog?oh noooo this is too specific there are too many but i guess i’d put my best friend bc her blog is awesome and yall should follow her its @saveabby

56. Favourite colour?blue & purple

57. Favourite food?sushi!!!!!!!!!!!!

58. Last thing you ate?açaí

59. First thing you ate this morning?a cereal bar? is this what theyre called?? im not sure

60. Ever won a competition? For what?yeah i guess some school things about sports n shit when i was younger

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?god no im a good student

62. Been arrested? For what?JESUS CHILL IM 16

63. Ever been in love?yes

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?actually i dont remember i was young and it was at a time where 3 boys liked me and i kinda dated (like kid dating but still) 2 of them and i dont remember which one was first BUT it doesnt matter bc i dont like to count kissing boys so i havent had one yet

65. Are you hungry right now?always lmao

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?well i like different people in different degrees, some being from tumblr, some being from irl. its a mixed list.

67. Facebook or Twitter?twitter duh

68. Twitter or Tumblr?tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?almost, im watching psych on my laptop

70. Names of your bestfriends?abby from tumblr, marie irl

71. Craving something? What?yes, chocolate

72. What colour are your towels?theres a green one, a blue one and a white one

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?it can vary from 0 to 3

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?very rarely but its bc theyre at my room at my dad’s place and even when i sleep there i usually sleep at my brother’s room but i do like stuffed animals

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?not many, maybe 3 idk

75. Favourite animal?felinesss

76. What colour is your underwear?im not wearing any but dont go thinking shit, im just on my pjs

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?it depends but in general chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?its like a chocolate shavings thing that we have in brazil. idk if they have it in other countries and if they do idk what its called

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?white

80. What colour pants?no pants jeez

81. Favourite tv show?X-FILES

82. Favourite movie?SNXJSNXKSNSJSJDJSJXJS P R I D E & P R E J U D I C E (2005) PNP OKAY PRIDE & PREJUDICE THANK U FOR THIS QUESTION

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?i dont think i’ve seen the 2nd

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?21 jump street

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?i only watched that movie once and i dont remember much about it tbh

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?dory

87. First person you talked to today?melissa

88. Last person you talked to today?until now it was elle

89. Name a person you hate?donald trump

90. Name a person you love?guess? thats right, abby

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?not especially but i’m always wanting to punch my dad tbh

92. In a fight with someone?what?? if u mean “ever been…” then yes, my brother

93. How many sweatpants do you have?none :((

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?oooo a lot, but i only use 1 bc its my fave

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?“One evening at dusk, I came upon my friend.”

[muckity-mucks-blog]

all of them. suffer

making this a read more bc jacks the worst

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

jack

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

outgoing

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

my bros ig

4. Are you easy to get along with?

idk!! sometimes!

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

elmer probs would. jack would probs make fun of me. or hed b drunker than me

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

kinda gay 1s and girl soccer players

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

jesus i hope so

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

my wife alex morgan

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

nope!

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

spot i think

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

no were @ the park

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

mr brightside, r u mine, say you like me, uhhhhhh idk what else?

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

fuckin love it

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

nah

15. What good thing happened this summer?

buncha stuff. its been a rly good summer

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

no elmers icky (yes pls)

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

yeah obviously

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

uhh no? srry madeline from 4th grade

19. Do you like bubble baths?

no rly. i dont like sitting still 4 that long

20. Do you like your neighbors?

thyere ok

21. What are you bad habits?

I Have Never Done Anything Wrong In My Life Ever

22. Where would you like to travel?

space. also europe

23. Do you have trust issues?

sometimes

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

talking 2 the bfs

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

uhh idrk. im tryna bulk up some

26. What do you do when you wake up?

bathroom. food.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

uh idrc

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

My Boys

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

nah

30. Do you ever want to get married?

probably someday

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

no (ive just been told that it is but its rly not)

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

alex morgan + whoever she wants

33. Spell your name with your chin.

aqkbherrt

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

soccer

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

god idk

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

currently tbh! it happens

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

some shitty joke

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

bigfoot

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

uh idrk 

40. What do you want to do after high school?

be a mechanic

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

nope

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

im overthinking

43. Do you smile at strangers?

not rly

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

SPACE SPACE SPACE

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

having to pee or eat

46. What are you paranoid about?

idk i kinda have abandonment issues

47. Have you ever been high?

yup

48. Have you ever been drunk?

yup

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

nah

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

black

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

nah im good!

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

seeing colors seems p cool

53. Favourite makeup brand?

i dont have 1

54. Favourite store?

again. idk

55. Favourite blog?

the bfs and also crypticaesthetic

56. Favourite colour?

black

57. Favourite food?

pizza

58. Last thing you ate?

a bagel

59. First thing you ate this morning?

…a bagel

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

uh i dont think so?

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

ive been suspended loads of times. and ig i was kinda expelled? for having bad grades

62. Been arrested? For what?

yup. mostly shoplifting and vandalism. oops

63. Ever been in love?

currently

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

it was @ a movie theater and it was not good

65. Are you hungry right now?

nah but i could eat

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

my tumblr friends r my real friends

67. Facebook or Twitter?

twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?

nope

70. Names of your bestfriends?

elmer jack n spot

71. Craving something? What?

pizza

72. What colour are your towels?

grey i think? idk

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

a bunch

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

nah

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

ive got a few. like… 3 maybe

75. Favourite animal?

dogs 

76. What colour is your underwear?

black

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

depends on the day but rocky road

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

white

80. What colour pants?

black

81. Favourite tv show?

uhhh x files is rly cool. also like ghost hunters n shit like that

82. Favourite movie?

the fast and the furious

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

mean girls wtf

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

mean girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

janice

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

the butt

87. First person you talked to today?

elmer n spot

88. Last person you talked to today?

uh idk im w ppl now so…….

89. Name a person you hate?

my dad

90. Name a person you love?

my mom

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

always

92. In a fight with someone?

eh not actively

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

So Many

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

like 4? 5?

95. Last movie you watched?

trolls

96. Favourite actress?

anna kendrick. actually WAIT NO. medda

97. Favourite actor?

chris pratt maybe

98. Do you tan a lot?

hahahahahahahhahaha no

99. Have any pets?

no :(((

100. How are you feeling?

gr8!!!!!!!!

101. Do you type fast?

im ok

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

eh. not rly but i do wish some stuff didnt happen

103. Can you spell well?

sometimes

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

y u p

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

yeah! theyre fun!

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

i hope not!

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

yup

108. What should you be doing?

probs paying attention 2 my friends

109. Is something irritating you right now?

not 2 bad

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

god yes

111. Do you have trust issues?

already answered this

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

jack

113. What was your childhood nickname?

albie

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

yeah ofc

115. Do you play the Wii?

i like how this is phrased. like “do u play guitar? do u play flute? do u play wii?” but yeah i play wii

116. Are you listening to music right now?

nope

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

fuck yeah

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Y E S HOLY SHIT

119. Favourite book?

football and the halftime prince

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

nah. but i dont see 2 good n the dark

121. Are you mean?

not rly.

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

hahahah no

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

nah. but u can def think some1s hot @ 1st sight

125. Do you believe in true love?

yeah

126. Are you currently bored?

nope!

127. What makes you happy?

My Boys, my family, soccer, cryptids

128. Would you change your name?

nah my names stupid but i can work w it

129. What your zodiac sign?

libra

130. Do you like subway?

the sandwiches or the train system? either way yeah

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

…….i dont have a best friend of the opposite sex

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

spot

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

ALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHT

134. Can you count to one million?

i could but i wont

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

god. 2 many 2 count

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

closed

137. How tall are you?

6′

138. Curly or Straight hair?

i have straight hair

139. Brunette or Blonde?

idc but i prefer darker hair

140. Summer or Winter?

winter

141. Night or Day?

night

142. Favourite month?

october

143. Are you a vegetarian?

def not

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

the darker the better

145. Tea or Coffee?

coffee. tea is garbo

146. Was today a good day?

yeah!!

147. Mars or Snickers?

snicks

148. What’s your favourite quote?

uh………. idk i dont rly have 1

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

y e s

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

there r no books around me

[sassmastercas]

You are never alone

Title: You are never alone (part 1)

Word Count: 1,189

Pairing/Characters: Sam x Reader, Annalise (Temporary OFC), Dean Winchester, Crowley

Series Summary: After years of being on her own, the Reader never imagined she would end up with an amazing guy like Sam Winchester. Things were going pretty well too, that is, until they took in Annalise, a woman who had lost everything to a Rougarou. For months the Reader had watched Sam and Anna get closer and silently lived it down, trying to contain her jealously. But what happens when it all gets too much?

A/N: This is my submission for @deals-with-demons 200 follower celebration writing challenge. My prompt was “Screw off”. This was originally supposed to be a one-shot but it might end up being a series. Let me know if anyone wants to be tagged! Tags are at the bottom. Any and all feedback is always welcome, thanks for reading <3

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Warnings: Drinking, cursing, mentions of PTSD

One shot, two shot, three shot, four. That was your limit but you didn’t want to stop. You couldn't stop. Five. Just when you were about to reach out to the sixth short glass filled to the brim with a mahogany brown color and acetone smell sitting on the wooden bar counter, you saw a figure appear in the corner of your left eye.

“I think that’s enough (Y/N)” Dean asserted as he climbed atop the tall cushioned bar stool next to you and shot back your sixth drink. Your eyes were shooting him daggers for ruining your pathetic attempt at escaping your thoughts.  “Lets get you back home, c’mon. Sam’s worried.” Hearing his name caused a deep pit in your stomach to set ablaze, sending fire through your blood.

“Sam can screw off” you spat as you signaled the bar tender for another shot. You didn’t even want to hear his name, let alone see him again. You had put up with a lot of crap with Sam over the past month but tonight was the last freaking straw. You were done. Annalise finally got what she wanted.

You and the Winchesters met Anna a little over two months ago on a Rougarou case. Your heart broke for the poor thing at first, her husband was slowly turning and eventually he resulted to feeding on her sister. She watched as his teeth dug into her pale skin, heard her sisters shrieks. As hunter, this didn’t phase you more than any other case, but Anna just lost her entire life. You all collectively decided to take Anna in, help her get through this rough patch, at least until she could manage on her own. PTSD was expected of course, but you and Dean were never really the touchy feely types, leaving Sam to comfort and sooth Anna whenever the sudden waves of fear and apprehension flooded her. For weeks, he would spend the nights with her, lulling her to sleep, returning back to you as soon as could. You were never really the jealous type and you wanted Anna to get better, even if it took up a lot of the time you and Sam had to yourselves. Saving people, that’s what it’s all about.

But sooner than later, you saw that they were getting closer and closer. Anna would constantly look to Sam during lunches and dinners and more often than not she begged him to stay home while you and Dean went on hunts. You tried talking to Sam about it but you barely got five minutes with him, from looking for cases to actually working jobs and when you were free, he was taking care of the helpless princess. As much as you wanted to believe she didn’t need Sam that much, there was no way you’d ever accuse her of faking it just to get his attention. From experience you knew exactly what she could be going through. But you just couldn't help feel as if you were losing your bestfriend, your boyfriend, your Sammy.  

“Alright sweetheart c’mon, you're drunk” Dean reached for your arm but your pulled back right away, snapping back to reality. “I’m not going anywhere Dean. If that son of a bitch cared he would have manned up and come here himself.”

If the love of your life cared about you even a bit, he wouldn't have kissed a woman he met a measly two months ago. Each shot you took made the memory fade, but the sight of her lips on his, her arms around his neck, was burned into the back of your eyes and no amount of alcohol you had so far could erase that. You half wished they had closed her door entirely, at least you would have been blissfully ignorant. At least you would have believed that you were worthy of such an amazing man’s love.

Your self-pity almost instantaneously morphed back into rage as the image of her face formed in your mind. Without thinking you reached out and grabbed the drink the bar tender dropped by and shot it back before Dean could grab it first.

“God I hate that bitch” you groaned. Any filters you had left were long gone as your brain was slowly flooding with the first five shots, the sixth to follow shortly. You felt all of your deepest and most hidden memories form into thoughts and translate into words before you could even process any of it. “You know, back when I lost my fiancé on a camping trip to a fugly Wendigo, the only person I had to lull me to sleep was me. Me! I dealt with those nightmares… alone. I picked myself up. Alone. That precious doll has it good. Sam, Sam is…there for her. He’s there.” And as you uttered the last phrase, it all became clear to you. You were jealous of Anna, not because she has all of the Sam’s attention, but because she has his support. After thinking about what you said, you couldn't help but bury your face in your hands, feeling so petty.

“Hey, (Y/N), C’mon look at me” Dean took your hands away from your face and into his. You couldn't bring your eyes to his. Just as you felt one tear about to escape the comfort of your eye, Dean’s finger was on your chin, bringing your hazy gaze to his.

“I have always, admired you for your strength (Y/N). I was little when I lost my mom but when I lost dad, at least I had Sammy. I was never alone, not really, even though it felt that way.” He moved his finger from your chin and held your face in his hands. “I know you've dealt with so much, but you aren’t alone now. You never will be” The comfort in his voice broke the dam that was holding back your warm tears. Dean got up off of the stool and brought you into his chest, holding you until you were able to collect yourself. As you withdrew, he coaxed, “Let’s get you home now”

You nodded. “Okay… but let me just run to the bathroom” you lied. There was no way you were going back to the bunker to see Sam in another woman’s arms. You wanted to tell Dean about Sam and Anna but you could barely even think about it without wanting to throw yourself under a bus, let alone talk about it. You were able to push away the string of self-pitying thoughts long enough to make your way through the crowded bar past drunk motorcyclists and hookers alike towards the back exit where you quickly dialed a number you had been trying to avoid like the plague.

The cool night air brushed across your face, awakening your senses, as you pushed open the heavy metal door to the back entrance. Standing in front of you, only a few away from the white wooden fence surrounding the property was a bearded man of average height adorned in a rich Armani suit. “And I thought you’d never call” he teased.

“Crowley” you breathed.

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