#she likes to jab me with her nose to get my attention

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Platonic Yandere Queen Step Sister

She wasn’t always a queen 

Like every queen before she was a princess

But before she was a princess she was a count from a low-class duchy

Her mother had found your father

Old, ill, and enticed by the countess willing to entertain him

The countess herself wasn’t awful

She was civil, for the most part the only problem with her was her daughter

“And this is your new sister—Harley! Say hello!”

“Hmph just because your Dad’s the King doesn’t mean I have to like you!”

“Harley!”

Harley was a menace

Snooty and rude

Every time she spoke to you it was like liquid acid spraying specifically at you

She was typically spoiled but she never mistreated the servants 

She was decent to your father 

But to you, it was like she hated your guts from the very beginning

“I’m glad I spilled all that cranberry juice on you! The little outfit you were wearing before matched your ugliness a bit too well.”

“That was a gift from my late mother!”

“Hm figures.”

Of course in turn you hate her too

And you don’t bother hiding it from your father when he weakly asks you to hang out with her

“Did you hear what she said to me? I honestly couldn’t care less if that horse she spooked stomped her flat.”

“(Y/n)! Hold your tongue, she’s your new sister.”

“She might be your daughter but that thing is not my sister.”

He doesn’t seem convinced as he continues putting you together with her in hopes it will strengthen your bond

It does not

And it will never be as your father succumbs to his illness

Naturally, you prepare to take on the throne despite your young age

But alas nothing goes the way it should since she’s been forced into your life

“As the former partner of the King, I gladly will take up the role until our child is ready.”

It’s infuriating as the advisor reads a part in his newly written will about this

How he ordained that his second wife have you in her care and the kingdom in her control

And of course decency dwindles as she becomes drunk on the social power

Fueling her gremlin of a daughter

“Mother’s forbidden you from leaving your room. So I figured I’d give you some of my company! You're welcome.”

“Go jump out the window.”

“How dare–MOM!”

It just gets worse and worse

You do think for a moment things will get better as The substitute Queen keels over her wine at a banquet

Thanking the heavens for whoever poisoned her, you’re prepared to take the throne

“I am so sorry (Y/n) but the council has ruled that for your safety as the kingdom’s only true heir, it’d be dangerous to let you take the throne. So we’ll give the role of Queen to Harley.”

It takes you everything not to stab the brat as she puffs her chest and flips her hair

“Won’t you congratulate me on my coronation!”

It’s agony that ripples under your skin as you have no choice but to flee the castle grounds to escape her stabbing presence and that only works for a day at most

With her mother no longer ruling she isn’t forced to take etiquette lessons away from you

Now she can demand your attendance for any minor meeting

“I don’t think we should mobilize our militia on that border. It’s far too much of an overreaction.”

“What about the villages that have been burned there? The people who need medical attention?”

“Hush (Y/n) I didn’t say you could talk in this meeting.”

It's all so frustrating feeling trapped

But you’re not the only one 

Harley is incredibly frustrated because of what keeps her trapped

And that’s her inability to say anything that she truly means

Especially with manners of the heart

Underneath layers of cruel insults, stifling rules, and personal jabs 

Is a step-sister who adores your very being but is stuck with her thorny exterior

She is forced to stick her nose up and sneer at you when you look her direction

When she’ll say “You look like death with the new family brooch. You might do better to just leave it off.”

What she means “I think you look even more gorgeous than usual with the family brooch, don’t ever take it off.”

If she wasn’t as backward demented as she was it probably wouldn’t be so hard to try being nice

To switch her compliments to insults for just a day to give you a kind compliment

But she hates actually making it so that

Naturally, this is why she killed her mother

She’d gotten in the way of her free time with you 

On top of looking down on you which she absolutely hates the most

Granted she’s certain you hate her with how much time she spends attempting to bring you down expressing her affection the only way she can

Sometimes she’s tempted to put it in writing 

just explain her condition so that she can jump into your arms as you connect the dots

But every time she’d written something out, she couldn’t help but confess how obsessed she was with you 

How happy she was that her whole job now was protecting you

She wasn’t exactly fond of the kingdom other than it being an inheritance for you

She hopes you’ll forgive her as she’ll  prioritize you and your safety above all else

No one but your father’s trusted advisor may see past her biting personality

Convinced with the council that it’s best to have her temporarily rule

If only until they get to the bottom of both the King and the Queen’s deaths

Should any council member question her or her motives 

she’d be quick to shut that down

She can’t have these old nobles get in the way of her dominion over you

“I hope you enjoy the joys of being accused of fraud. It’ll be nice to look back on your time when on the council when you’re rotting in jail.”

She has no mercy for anyone but you

[abbyshands]

More Jealous Dom Abby Please 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

jealous!abby headcanons

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a/n; well—ask and you shall receive! these are kinda jealous, kinda possessive, but i hope they suffice anyway <3 also this is my kinda my first time doing headcanons so if they suck. . .no they don’t!

pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader

warnings; most of this is smut, some is just plain jealousy/possessiveness lol, use of a strap-on is heavily implied, cunnilingus, just dom abby doing dom abby things tbh, abby uses love/baby

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✮ jealous!abby who will give you her jacket if you’re showing a little too much skin. it could be a tank top, skirt, dress, short bottoms; it doesn’t really matter. what does is that you’re showing yourself off to the world, when it’s a view only she should get to see. she’ll wrap her jacket around your waist, or make you put it on, and when you pout in response, she’ll yank you in closer by your hips, hands roaming down to your ass. “don’t look at me like that, baby. you know i don’t like people seeing what’s mine.”

✮ jealous!abby who will let anyone know she’s yours even if she doesn’t have to. every single party you go to in the wlf, you have to sit on abby’s lap or beside her, her arms wrapped around your waist, not allowing you to leave, not that you’d want to. you’re usually wearing a short dress that she’ll glare at anyone for looking at the wrong way, blood boiling when anyone but her pays you more attention than they should be. once, a girl told you how gorgeous you were hardly half an hour into the party, and abby was dragging you away quickly. “we’re leaving,” she growled, and you had no choice but to respond. as soon as you got back to her room, your lips were being pounded by her cock.

✮ jealous!abby who has to work her feelings out at the gym from time to time because she would do things for you that she shouldn’t. she comes into the gym pissed, and fucks up her usual weekly schedule and just does what feels good in the moment. moves from bench presses, to back squats, to regular lifting. but her preference is always the punching bag when she’s pissed.

✮ jealous!abby whose feelings of jealousy always end in aggressive, dominant sex. she has the urge to let you know that you’re hers each time someone makes any sort of pass at you. she’ll take you from behind, hand gripped in your hair as she pounds into you from the back. “good fucking girl,” she’ll groan as she slaps you on the ass a few times, getting you to easily moan her name as she breaks you. “no one else can fuck like me, right? s’just my cock you want?”

✮ jealous!abby whose feelings of jealousy can also end in cunnilingus, her receiving. she still manages to find a way to be forceful even when she’s on the receiving end. she’ll wrap her legs around your head, forcing you to dive deeper and deeper into her swollen pussy, making it hard for you to take oxygen. “so pussydrunk f’me, love,” she groans in a jeering tone of voice as she grinds onto your face, pressing her clit onto your tongue. “fuuuck, just like that, baby,” + “is it too much, baby? mmm, well, too bad.”

✮ jealous!abby who decked a guy across the face once for moving his hand too close to you, assuming he was going to lay his hands on you. turns out, the guy was just going to talk to you about an upcoming assignment, but abby didn’t give him enough time before blood was spilling from his nose. she argued with you afterwards that she didn’t have jealousy issues, because, in her defense, “he made a jab at me first!”

✮ jealous!abby who hates when girls, and guys, look at you when you wear those leggings in the gym that clearly define your body. it’s a wonder she hasn’t cussed anyone out. “what? move along,” she’ll say in a firm tone of voice to anyone who moves too close to you when you’re doings your sets, gawking. “she’s mine,” and “fucking go somewhere else,” are also things she has said, and will say again if necessary!

✮ jealous!abby who makes it unlikely that anyone will come up to you, because everyone knows you’re hers. if there’s a newcomer in the wlf who’s crushing on you, someone else will fill them in on why they shouldn’t pursue you. and if anyone comes too close, abby will give them a glare, a reminder, that you’re taken.

✮ jealous!abby whose friends accused her of being jealous, to which she heavily denied. it was her, manny, jordan, and leah, drinking in abby’s room. when you came up, manny was the first to bring abby’s jealousy to the discussion as well. “i don’t—i don’t have jealousy issues. i don’t get jealous,” abby said as she took a swig from her glass, but everyone in that room knew she did, and she knew she did, too. “yeah, right. cause you yelling at that one guy over him looking at her ‘the wrong way’ isn’t jealousy,” jordan laughed. “it’s not. just—he was,” abby grumbled.

✮ jealous!abby who took her jealousy up with issac when she found out you would be on assignment with some other girl, alone. she had a million things to do in the wlf and an upcoming mission of her own: but you always came before. when she told you she would now be coming with you on your mission, you just had to laugh. “you just don’t want me alone with someone that’s not you,” you smiled. abby leaned in close to you—you were in her room—and grabbed you by the hips, pulling you closer to her on the bed. “so what if i don’t? i told you you’re mine.”

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reblogs are very much welcomed <3

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[mangosrar]

call it what you want pt8.

matt sturniolo x fem reader

an: yall my taglist is not working. trust me i have tried to tag you guys it just won’t let me 💔

“well this is a sight for sore eyes”.

you had never moved so fast in your life, you launched yourself off of matts lap, scurrying to your feet, turning to face the voice.

“mom, what are you doing here?” you asked out of breath.

“i could ask you the same thing. what are YOU doing here? in the boys locker room, with him?” she said, folding her arms, raising her eyebrows, and pursing her lips, staring straight at your red face.

“we were just-“ you began before matt, stood up cutting you off.

“mrs kats, i’m matt sturniolo” he said, jabbing his hand out for her to shake.

she didn’t even flinch, she just looked down at his hand in disgust, before bringing her eyes back up to his in a jagged stare.

“i know who you are, and i know what you are, and from what i can see you’ve already made your mark on my daughter” she spat.

“mom” you muttered, as a warning for her to stop.

“what? i’m not the one getting into fights, i’m not the one sticking my tongue down someone’s throat in the boys locker room, while that poor girl nurses a broken nose” she said, raising her voice slightly.

she was pissed.

she stared at you for a second, and when you gave in and looked to the floor, swallowing, she moved her gaze over to matt, letting her eyes linger on his for a second before speaking.

out of the corner of your eye, you watched him squirm under her cold regard.

“and as for you, i suggest you stay as far away from my daughter as you possibly can, or i will have your whole world come crashing down and you will land straight on your ass” she sneered at him. her voice was low and intimidating.

any normal person would’ve crumbled under this type of hounding, but whatever voice spoke inside of matt sturniolo’s head, was a fucking menace.

there was a brief pause, both of them just staring at each other, and when you finally looked up, you wished you could’ve took a photo.

your mother stood in front of matt, face hard, with her arms crossed, looking like she was about to ring his neck, and the devil child of matt sturniolo stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and collected, with that shit eating smirk on his face that made your knees a little weak.

you weren’t sure how much longer this stand off was going to carry on for, but the anticipation was eating you alive.

suddenly, matt sucked in a breath, turning away from your mother, and sauntering over to you before placing a kiss on your temple and speaking up.

“i’ll meet you in the car baby” he cooed.

lord have mercy.

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“and i don’t know how she didn’t drag me home by my hair, she just let me go!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air and dropping them back down.

“she didn’t even try to stop you?” nick asked, quirking his brow.

“i mean yeah but she didn’t put up much of a fight, she just told me i shouldn’t go, and that he’s a bad influence and shit” you replied, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“same old story” chris added, not taking his eyes off of his phone.

somehow, you had ended up at the triplets house, without your mother starting ww3. you hadn’t heard a word, from your dad or caden, and it was a little more concerning than you would like to admit.

the 4 of you were in the living room, chris slumped on the couch, playing some game, you and nick sitting on the floor, and matt on the other couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, not even paying attention to the conversation.

neither of you had spoken to each other since the locker room incident. he hadn’t even looked at you.

it was so confusing, because every time you felt like the two of you were getting somewhere, matt would push you back out again.

in a weird way, it was a comforting atmosphere. chris and nick didn’t know, and neither you or matt were prepared to mention it, and realistically, it was better that way.

talking about it would solve nothing. both of you would still hate each other, and you would both still regret it. so what was the point.

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3:46am

this is exhausting. tossing and turning. you just couldn’t fall asleep. the whole day had been playing on your mind. you couldn’t wrap your head around how so much had happened in such a short amount of time.

nick lay next to you dead asleep, chris and matt upstairs in their own rooms. maybe if you just tried to talk to matt, you would stop thinking about it.

imessage

y/n: are you awake?

matt: what do you want.

y/n: can we talk?

matt: sure.

you found yourself outside his bedroom door, too nervous to go in. why? this needed to be done. you were confused and the two of you were just going in swings and roundabouts.

“are you gonna come in or just stand there like a creep?”

fuck.

you pushed the door open, to be met with matt sitting on his bed, with his phone in his hand. this was awkward. you’d never been in his room before, despite knowing him for 10 years. you never had any reason to.

you padded over to him and took a seat on the side of his bed, next to his legs. you sat silent for a second, looking at him and waiting for him to acknowledge you. he sighed and threw his phone down before meeting your eyes.

“um…i wanted to talk about what happened earlier” you spoke, voice shaky.

he just blinked at you, waiting for you to continue.

you sucked in a breath before just accepting defeat.

“i don’t know what’s going on matt. you treat me like shit and act like you hate me, and then you kiss me? you stood up against elijah, but you’re still so cold towards me? what does this mean?” you frowned at him.

he chewed on his lip for a second, dropping his gaze to his hands in his lap.

the truth was, matt didn’t know what was going on either. he was just as confused as you were and it had completely knocked the wind out of him.

“i just kissed you. it meant nothing. you’re thinking way too deep into it. i figured someone would walk in so that’s why i did it” he shrugged. looking at you with no emotion behind his eyes, and it made your heart ache a little.

“but the whole elijah thing…” you trailed off. “i want to be with him, matt, you can’t kiss me and then pretend like it was nothing.”

“that was just to keep up the act y/n. you’re getting ahead of yourself like you always fucking do” he spat. his voice firm.

you dropped your eyes to your feet, as he stood up, walking over to his desk and messing with something.

“you can’t just kiss me matt, it’s not fair” you whispered, still not looking at him.

he scoffed. “why y/n? because you’re scared of finally getting over him?” you snapped your head up to meet his face, his eyebrows raised in question.

“what are you talking about?” you asked, confused expression on your face.

he turned to face you, looking down like he had the upper hand. he shoved his hands in his pockets before taking a breath in.

“don’t try to act dumb y/n. you crave whatever fucking havoc he brings you. and that is the whole reason you want to be back with him” his voice was quiet but harsh.

“what are you saying matt?” you just simply couldn’t understand why he was talking about this. matt kissed you and that was your concern, not what elijah brought to the table.

“you are too fucking weak to walk away from him. you don’t see what he does, but everyone else around you is laughing it up, watching you fall at his fucking feet. he’ll call you mean names, cheat on you, lie to you, humiliate you, then he will wrap you up, tell you he loves you, let you cry in his arms for his behaviour, and you will believe it. just like the 200 fucking times you have before. but it’s okay right? because his presence is the cure to all the damage he’s done” he spat. he was now in your face, seething.

tears brimmed your waterline. the heavy weight of his words, pressed on your chest. partially because it was true. partially because of the fact it was so obvious what he had done to you.

this was not matts call to make. he had no business knowing this and it was definitely not his place to make you feel like this, because out of all the things elijah has done, he has never been as fucking vile as matthew sturniolo.

“yeah that’s right, you’ll cry, and you’ll say ‘you’re right’ and everyone will feel bad for you, and then in a months time when elijah has you under whatever fucking spell it is that makes you fucking swoon, you’ll go back to him, because whatever damage he has done is so deep rooted and rotten inside of you, it is permanent and you will never get rid of it, no matter how had you fucking try.” matt hissed. his words were dripping with venom, and every single one had poked a hole in the small part of you that still had hope for matt being anything less than the most vile human being to ever walk the earth.

the tears were now full force streaming down your face, as you stared at him with wide eyes, desperately trying to process where this was coming from.

matt almost laughed at your state. his face was cold and switched off and the look behind his eyes was nothing but complete loathing.

you couldn’t even string together a sentence, you just sat there weeping like a wounded dog, trying to fathom how someone who never even gave you the time of day, had you all figured out.

the sound of you sobbing, changed something in matt, and it was like he had suddenly snapped out of this evil trance. his face fell, and his chest ached.

he knew it wasn’t your fault. it was familiarity, consistency. elijah was a fucking disease that you couldn’t fight off no matter how hard you tried.

matt breathed and took a step closer to you, placing a hand on the side of your head. “y/n”. he whispered, in a sad tone.

you shoved him off and stood up abruptly, wiping your face. you wasn’t going to let him pull you back in.

“no matt, you got your point across” you spoke with a shakey voice, putting distance between the two of you. he just stared at you with furrowed brows. before reaching a hand out to grab your arm gently, but you pulled away before he even got the chance, and walked out of his room, slamming the door behind you.

he was on your tail instantly, following you down the hallway.

“y/n wait”

no reply.

“i’m sorry, please just stop”

no reply.

“will you fucking stop!” he yelled. reaching out and grabbing your arm just before you got to the stairs.

when you turned around, he almost fell to his knees and begged for forgiveness when he saw you.

your eyes were glossy and red, and your nose and cheeks were pink, and stained with tear lines.

he did this to you.

“what matt? you got a few more in you, go ahead i’m all ears” you yelled back, with a broken voice.

he sighed and shook his head.

“i’m sorry” he whispered. you just laughed sadly and looked up at the ceiling. he wasn’t sorry.

“i didn’t mean what i said” he swallowed.

“oh i think you meant every fucking word so don’t try and lie to me” you spat through clenched teeth.

he just stared at you wide eyed, trying to think of some way he could make this better.

matt wasn’t lying. he was disgusted with what he has said. it was just one of those moments where angry people say mean things.

he watched as your face contoured. brows furrowed. pursed lips. eyes pinched. desperate to hold in any more tears that so dangerously threatened to spil.

you scoffed in his face, and turned, bolting down the stairs and as far away from matt as you could get, he didn’t even try to stop you. he just stood staring at the spot where you used to be.

and suddenly he realised, you would never truly heal. the pain would eventually be gone but the heart shaped scars elijah left behind would never fade.

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[holylulusworld]

Every Breath You Take (4)

Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesn’t know what he got himself into.

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: stalking, being stalked, loneliness, a man out of time, secret admirer trope, voyeurism, longing

A/N: You all made me do it! Here’s the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader

Catch up here: Every Breath You take (3)

Every Breath You Take Masterlist

You wake, once again, from a deep slumber you yawn and look around your bedroom. Last night you had the best dream.

Your dream man stepped out of your dreams and came to you to cuddle you in your bed. His scent still lingers on your clothes, and you sigh, wishing he’d stayed for a little longer.

“Well, he lives only in my dreams,” you press the plushie your secret admirer gifted to you to your heart. No matter what your colleague says, you cherish the cute cat. Whoever sent the flowers and the plushie to you must mean well.

You put the plushie away, putting it on top of your pillow. “Sorry, I got to go to work,” you sigh and pat its head. “I’ll be back soon, and we can cuddle some more.”

While you reluctantly slip out of bed, already regretting it the moment your feet touch the cold floor, Bucky watches you get ready for work.

He hums as you stretch in front of the wind. “We could work out together,” he says. “I think we will start with an easy workout.”

Alpine meows and turns their attention back toward the food in the bowl.

“What do you say, Alpine? Do you want to go shopping for her?” Bucky rubs his scruffy chin. “Maybe we could accidentally bump into her next time she goes grocery shopping.”

Bucky shakes his head. “No, it’s too soon. We need to get to know her even better.” He lies to himself. Bucky is scared to mess things up and tries to buy himself some time. “We’ll send her another gift today. I hope she’ll like it.”

“You got another gift from your stalker,” your colleague wrinkles her nose. She huffs because you ignore her jab. “You should call the cops or something. I just know that guy is a creep.”

“Why?” you look at the new gift. Your secret admirer sent an orchid to you this time. A beautiful yellow phalaenopsis. “They sent me an orchid. I love them.” You smile and carefully run your fingertips over one blossom. “I got them in many colors. How could they possibly know I didn’t have a yellow one yet.”

“Stalkers gonna stalk,” she quips while glancing at the orchid. “I’m telling you; they are going to become creepier in no time. Soon they will send you underwear or shit.”

“Underwear,” you gasp. “Oh, my.” You touch your heated cheeks. “You think they’re going to send me underwear? Maybe lace or satin.”

“You’re…crazy,” she huffs and storms off. “If you disappear, I won’t call the cops.”

You shrug. “I don’t know what’s her problem. The orchid is beautiful, and they didn’t do anything wrong. It’s a nice gift, nothing else.”

“Alpine!” Bucky calls for his cat. “She’s back and she got the orchid.” He grins when you step toward the window to place the new beauty on your windowsill. “She likes the orchid.”

Alpine ignores its owner once again. The white furball prefers getting comfortable in Bucky’s lap. “What else could we get for our girl, Alpine? We gave her flowers, a plushie, and an orchid.”

He wrinkles his forehead. “I got it!” Bucky jumps up, much to Alpine’s chagrin. The cat lands on the floor, hissing at their owner. “I’ll gift her my first edition of The Hobbit. She’s got a lot of books, but no first edition.”

Bucky walks toward the shelf he bought some weeks ago. A single book and his sunglasses the only things the only things he placed on the shelf. He grabs the book and smiles.

“I hope she’ll like it as much as I did when I read it for the first time.” He flinches at his own words. A memory wants to flash up in his mind, but he pushes it away.

Most of the time Bucky doesn’t allow himself to think about his life before Hydra.

Even if those memories are pleasant. It pains him to remember his life before the winter soldier, and all the losses he had to endure.

“I need to buy more wrapping paper, Alpine. Make a mental note.”

Bucky carefully puts the book on the small table next to his armchair. He’ll wrap it tomorrow and send it to you. Bucky wants to see you smile again.

“Ladies, we got a new roommate,” you talk to your orchids. “She’s a little shy, so be nice.” You giggle at your silliness. “Yellow queen, welcome to my home.”

You step away to admire your windowsill. “So beautiful. I wonder if he knew that I didn’t have a yellow one yet. He must be very observant. I can’t believe my colleague called him a creep. My secret admirer was nothing but kind to me.”

Smiling you just look at your collection of orchids for a moment. It makes you feel calm and happy just looking at them.

Sometimes, if the world gets too much you get lost in daydreams of flowers and fairytales. You are enchanted by the pretty flowers until you remember you had plans for tonight.

“Shoot! I still need to get changed. My show starts in not half an hour!”

Today, you leave the curtains open. Not only in your living room but in your bedroom too.

You slowly strip your clothes off and put on a show for your secret admirer. He won’t see much because you didn’t switch the light on, but you want him to see you for longer than a few moments.

If he’s not brave enough to talk to you yet, you’ll wait for him to reveal himself.

All you know is that he’s out there, watching over you like a guardian angel.

Part 5

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[azzibuckets]

rollercoaster [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: the team is at an amusement park and kk decided to have some fun with azzi

a/n: next pazzi fic will be on monday or tuesday!

word count: 1k

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“I hate the entire fucking team.”

Paige smoothed her thumb against the crease of Azzi’s wrinkled eyebrow. “They’re the worst,” she hummed in agreement.

“How could they even ever do that to me?” Azzi seethed, arms now crossed. “The most innocent person on the team.”

“So innocent,” Paige emphasized, wrapping her arms protectively around the younger girl when she buried her face into Paige’s chest.

Azzi continued ranting, her tirade muffled by Paige’s shirt, all while the blonde stifled her laugh. When Paige stopped making noises of agreement, Azzi looked up, a soft pout on her lips. “You think I’m being dramatic,” she complained.

“No, I don’t.” Paige gazed fondly at the dark haired girl, letting their noses brush.

“You better go give them a talking to,” Azzi grumbled, jabbing her finger into Paige’s chest. “Stand up for me like a good girlfriend.”

Paige only laughed, thinking the younger girl was joking, but when she received a stone-cold glare from Azzi, she quickly straightened up and made a beeline to where the rest of the team was lounging on some benches and eating popcorn.

“You guys really think you’re funny, huh,” Paige said, getting everyone’s attention.

KK started giggling, but once she made eye contact with a glowering Azzi over Paige’s shoulder, she immediately shut up, her face now somber. “You should’ve been there,” KK sighed. “The scream Azzi let out was ungodly.”

Paige scowled. “Well now I have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

“She sent you over here to lecture us, didn’t she?” Nika mused. “Princess has you whipped.”

Paige ducked her head, trying to hide the light blush now covering her cheeks but ultimately failing. “Shut up,” she mumbled. “Just stop playing around with my girlfriend. What has she ever done to you?”

“Nothing,” KK cackled. “But it pisses you off, which makes it even funnier.”

Paige flipped the girls off, all of who were now laughing at the memory from moments earlier, before returning to pacify Azzi. “Was it really that bad?” Paige asked with raised eyebrows.

Azzi’s face darkened.

••••••••••••••

“You promise it’s not scary?”

KK’s eyes followed Paige as she faded into the crowds and finally disappeared into the bathroom. “Promise.”

Azzi looked around nervously, her knee jittering against the cold metal of the bar across her lap. “Are you sure? The top looks kinda high. And I could’ve sworn Paige said this was the one that dropped all the way down.”

KK bit down hard on her bottom lip, trying to hide the laughter that threatened to howl its away out of her body. “Paige got the rides mixed up,” she explained. “This one’s super chill. Look at all the kids.” She gestured at a group of 11 year olds in the seats across from them, which seemed to help relax the tension in Azzi’s shoulders.

“Still,” Azzi muttered, biting her fingernails.

KK felt a tiny prick of guilt as she observed Azzi’s nervousness, but she had a bet that she needed to fulfill. Azzi was famous for being way too pussy to go on any rides at amusement parks that were for people above the age of 8, so Ice had been cocky when she’d promised KK a hefty $100 if she managed to get Azzi to go on the infamous drop tower.

It had been damn near impossible the entire day, with Azzi clinging onto Paige, who would patiently wait with her while the rest of the team went on all the big rollercoasters. But finally, KK had managed to separate the two when Paige had said to needed to pee, and this was the moment - the moment she’d be $100 richer. AKA 14 bags of TruFu, she reminded herself in order to stave off any guilt.

As the ride started and they slowly got lifted up into the air, Azzi grew increasingly paranoid with each foot in elevation gained. “KK?” She asked nervously. “Are you sure this isn’t a drop tower?”They were now at the very top of the ride, with the city sprawled out beneath them, and when KK only smiled, it hit Azzi. “Kamorea Arnold!” she shrieked, betrayal in her eyes.

And then they dropped.

••••••••••••••

“Yeah, it was that bad.”

“Alright.” Paige tugged Azzi’s fingers, motioning for her to follow as she walked. “I know what’ll make you feel better.” Paige dragged them along until they found themselves in front of a bright carnival game stand, with music blaring painfully loud through the speakers. A line of netted hoops faced them, clearly rigged but still tempting to two girls who loved basketball.

“You’re right,” Azzi picked up a basketball and twirled it on one finger. “Beating your ass will make me feel a lot better.”

“Game on.”

If Paige and Azzi were one thing, they were competitive. As soon as they started shooting, the man running the game took a couple of nervous steps back. Paige aggressively nudged Azzi to try and throw her game off, while an incessant stream of trash talking came from Azzi’s mouth. He seemed almost relieved when the game ended and the girls stopped furiously chucking balls at the net, with Paige scoring 47 points and Azzi 46.

“That was so unfair,” Azzi fumed. “You’re such a cheater.”

“Hey, playing comes with pressure,” Paige bragged cockily as she scanned the shelves for a toy. When her eyes landed on a huge Olaf plushie, she knew she’d found the perfect one. “That one, please,” she requested, not noticing the corner of Azzi’s lips turning upwards at her selection.

Paige presented the stuffed Olaf to Azzi with a proud grin, getting an affectionate roll of an eyes and smile from her girlfriend. “I could’ve won this myself,” Azzi mumbled.

“Sure you could’ve,” Paige teased, pulling the younger girl in to press a chaste kiss to her temple. She tried to suppress a laugh as Azzi wrapped her arms around the Olaf and squeezed, burrowing her chin against the soft material.

Hooking an arm around Azzi’s neck, Paige led Azzi back to where the girls were. “Feel better now?” she whispered against the baby hairs of Azzi’s neck.

“I guess,” Azzi whispered back. And although she gave KK the silent treatment for the rest of the day, a grumpy look overtaking her face, to Paige she still looked adorable, tightly holding the Olaf her girlfriend had won for her and not putting it down once.

[babeyvenus]

Teasing — Simon "Ghost" Riley

This was very much inspired by Bluey

Just a blurb of fluff and Simon being a girl dad

It wasn't quiet in the Riley household. Ever. And he didn't want it to be, but… he'd really wish these two would stop picking with each other.

As he laid on the floor in his daughters' shared bedroom, he heard the two bickering and nitpicking with each other in their bathroom. " 'Mira, stop teasing your sister.", Simon softly complained from the floor as his daughters finished brushing their teeth for the night.

The two walk over to him. "She was teasing me first!", Samira, his oldest, said. "You were teasing me second!", Sabrina, his youngest, stomped her foot at her older sister.

Rolling your eyes, you walk into the room with a brush and a container full of rubber bands and barrets, ready to brush the girls' hair for the night. "I don't want any teasing, first or second.", you said, sitting on the younger daughter's bed as Sabrina climbed into your lap, ready to get her hair brushed.

Samira turns to you, finger jabbed into her father's direction. "But dad always teases us?", she said, making Simon pop up with a confused frown on his face.

"Me?? When?", he asked, feigning innocence. Samira and Sabrina exclaimed. "All the time!"

Simon knows his body fills the frame of every door in the house. He was practically the baby gate of each room when Samira was born, so he subconsciously made the game "password", knowing she couldn't get through.

"Password.", he says, as Samira would force her way into a room, but would go no further as Simon barely budged. "Sorry, there's highly sensitive information back here, no one gets in without a password."

Samira tries, "Uh… coconut?" Simon nearly snorts. "Nope." Samira tries again. "Fish fingers?" Simon smiles. "Guess again." Samira stomps her foot in irritation. "Dad!"

Simon chuckles. "Password's not teasing." Samira frowns. "Password is teasing.", she argued.

"And you make us reach for stuff when it's too high!", Sabrina nasally said with a pout. Simon gaped. "I do not!"

"Yeah, you do.", you say, finishing up Sabrina's second pigtail. Simon smiles at you. "You used to do it to me all the time. Still do.", you say, smiling.

Simon rolls his eyes, playfully. "Alright, alright. Maybe I do, just a little."

You scoffed with a smile. "Okay."

"And you pretend like you can't hear us neither!", your youngest complains to her father. "But I do hear you!", Simon told her, humored. Sabrina pouts, sniffling her stuffy nose, "Not all the time."

The girls loved being picked up by their father and Simon loved doing it, just to hear their bundle of laughs.

He'd always pick them up, lugging them over his shoulder and pretended to look for them. "Huh? Where'd you go, sweetheart?"

Sabrina would giggle. "I'm right here!", she exclaimed, bubbles of laughter exiting her as Simon would pretend to look for her throughout the whole house.

She'd pat on his back to gain his attention, but he'd feign ignorance. "Huh, that must be a harsh wind at my back."

"It's me!", Sabrina would laugh.

Simon chuckled. "I don't do it on purpose. You two will just have to try harder to get me to hear you. You're so tiny.", he said, ruffling the girl's head.

Samira let out a huff. "One day, I'll get even taller than you, dad."

Simon cupped a hand over his ear. "Huh? What was that?"

You and Sabrina laughed at his antics and Samira's appalled expression.

[cravingsfromatwistedone]

Oh boy, request are open!

If this catches your interests, may I request the freshmen knowing that the five of them have a crush on the reader and they try to interfere with the other when one of the boys manage to get the reader alone for themselves and pull a move on her?

IMMOVEABLE OBJECT VERSUS UNSTOPPABLE FORCES [ FIC / FLUFF+ SLIGHT NSFW ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I COULDN'T COME UP WITH A GOOD TITLE SO THIS IS THE ONLY THING I CAME UP WITH. I'M SORRY FOR THE MEMES... TW: SLIGHT NSFW AND SOME SWEARING

Well, this is an unexpected predicament

A transferred student from another world became the center of attention when she was enrolled in an all-male institution, especially how she manages to keep her herself afloat in a college full of talented and cunning magic wielding students. In the realm of Twisted Wonderland, magic tips the surface of survival. With no home and magic to rely on, she was placed at the bottom of the food chain; have no fear however!

With her close knitted friends she gained along the way, she pushes through every obstacle thrown into her and continues to stay alive! It's a classic trope of where the best of friends falls in love with one another after going through so much. But how does one handle five at once?

Each and every one of them vying for your attention, hoping that you would take notice of their profound love for you as it grows each time they spend time with you more and more; to the point where they'd wish that one day you'd suddenly be infatuated as they are. Alas, their wishes goes unheard by the beings above! Thus the only way to seize your heart is by pure determination and hard work! Maybe a handful of mischief to steer away the other suitors; it's in the name of love after all!

"Oi, (Y/N)!" Your name was spoken in a harsh tone by the redhead, fingers jabbing at your sides as his figure inched closer and closer to you; completely erasing any space you had with him "C'mon! You've been sticking your nose in those dumb papers for HOURS now! At this rate, I think I'm gonna grow white hairs with how slow you're writing-" You merely gave him a side glance before continuing your work which made the redhead pout. With a huff, the male enveloped his arms around your waist, your shoulder serving to be a cushion for his chin. You could only sigh and roll your eyes at his childish attitude, your hand far too busy jotting down answers from the library book you've borrowed; not once bothering to stop even as his grip on you tightened even more

"Ace, what are you- Hey!" The mischievous male had pulled away the library book before promptly slamming it shut; an audible thump resonated from the impact. Gradually, the book was held up into the air, bouncing from left to right to avoid you from ever reaching it. "C'mon and grab it already! Or you actually that slow witted, prefect?!" Grumbling under your breath, the book was so close in your reach, only for it to just be bounce away again; the notion clearly screams mockery to your entire being

"Stop playing around and give it to me!" This time, you stood up from your seat; catching the redhead off guard. You were sure that your fingers grazed the book but it seems like the male had the upper hand. Yes, he did momentarily loosened his grip but he never did released his arm around your waist. "Not so fast!" Regaining back composure, Ace was quick to pull you back down but in the process he had unintentionally forced you to sit on his lap; a bit too hard he think. Luckily you were too busy cursing him out! If only you could see how flushed his face was, he was praying that you wouldn't feel the rising tension in his pants; he'd never live it down!

"There you are, Pre-PREFECT?!" With a rough yank to the collar, Ace winced in pain before turning his head sharply to see the perpetrator; no other than Deuce Spade who's gritting his teeth in anger. "The fuck's wrong you?! My neck felt like it was about to snap into two with how hard you pulled my shirt-!" Without breaking eye contact, the blue haired male tugged your arm, effectively pulling your figure away from the scowling redhead "You!-Don't you have any respect for (Y/N)?! Just because you're one of her close friends doesn't mean you can do whatever you want!" Ace squinted his eyes to Deuce's words, brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you even on about?! We didn't do anything! I didn't do anything!"

[bendycxmet]

Hi! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3 I binge-read all of you trigun fics and i loved them, so i wanted to request something too!

How about a Vash x reader where the reader sleeps on him? Vash is listening to them ramble about something and then boom, they fall asleep on him bc hes warm. <3

MY FIRST ASK! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FOR THE ENTIRE DAY!

i am doing well! thank you for your support! <33

i usually take forever to write a piece, but ur ask inspired me and had me thinking all day on how to go about this. so hope you enjoy this! thank you for the request!

Sweet Dreams

Exiting the bathroom, freshly washed and donning one of Vash’s shirts, you throw your towel over your head, continuing to dry off your head while you peered out into the room. Vash lounged on the motel bed, arms thrown behind him to support his head, lean legs sprawled out and taking up the entire mattress. He was whistling a tune you didn’t recognize, one eye closed while the other surveilled you in the opening of the steaming door. 

“Ya sure you didn’t wanna take a shower? There’s still some hot water left,” you offered.

“Nah, got too comfy waiting here for you. I’ll take one in the morning.” 

He closed his other eye, humming the tune now. He did look comfy. A little too comfy. With his eyes closed, he didn’t see the mischievous glimmer in your eye. The pattering of your feet was his only warning as you dove for him, body landing atop his, an ‘oof!’ sounding from him as your body weight collapsed on his chest. You were cackling at the noise he made, wrapping your arms around his waist as his fingers tickled your sides.

“Not fair! You attacked a defenseless man!”

“Getting comfortable without me, handsome? Ay! Stop it!-” 

His fingers didn’t stop their wriggling assault, only ending when you began to retaliate. 

“Ok, ok! I’m done!” He coughed a laugh out. “Mm, you smell nice. I haven’t smelled this soap before. Where’d you get it?” He twirled a wet piece of hair between his fingers.

“Oh I didn’t tell you! I met this vendor at the market earlier! While you were off looking for your donuts, the smell of the loveliest lavender drew me in.”

Vash hummed along to your story, indicating that his attention was still 100% on you as he played with your hair. He breathed in the calming scent on your skin and hair, allowing it to sway him to sleep slowly. You rambled on and on about how the vendor made the soap, the techniques and oils she used to bring out the herb. 

“But I got her card so we can go back and get you a soap! I do love how you smell Vash, it’s almost like you have a sort of gene that prevents you from smelling bad.” You turned your nose further into his shirt, inhaling the raw smell of him–sunshine with notes of something earthy…petrichor, or something along those lines. It grounded you every time. “But geez, would it kill you to wash your laundry sometimes?! You stink!” you lied, teasing a finger into his chest.

He yelped, abruptly awoken by your harsh jabbing. He grabbed your finger, bringing it up to kiss it, splaying your hand open with his own, observing the size difference. 

“We can do a laundry day tomorrow. I saw the laundromat wasn’t too far off from us, so we can easily carry our loads there.” He sighed, a content smile plastered on his face at the domesticity you two indulged in. He entwined your fingers, bringing it to the side of his face. “That reminds me! I got us donuts for the morning! You should’ve seen the options, I mean. I was in heaven, Mayfly. Powdered, glazed, cake-”

He let your hand go as he gestured in the air, passionate about the change in subject.

It was Vash’s turn to ramble. And once he started on his favorite topic–donuts–there was no stopping him. The deep timbre of his voice held some power. His voice always became deeper late into the night, hinting that he was getting tired; but it seemed to lower your heart rate, lower your defenses and diminish the adrenaline you had from a busy day. The warmth of the day seemed to never leave him, his body heat encompassing the parts of you that touched him. You tucked your legs closer to his body as the coldness of the desert night reached for your feet. 

One of his arms was wrapped around you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. The other was busy with your arm on the opposite side, fingers lightly grazing up and down. The security you felt in his presence never failed to put you to sleep. 

You hummed one last time, eyes softly closing at his praise for a certain jelly doughnut. You promised in your head that you were only shutting them for a minute. What lies you told yourself.

“But I got your favorite! It might have a bite in it, but I saved the majority of it for you! I know you’ll like it, because I know you, hehe…um. Mayfly?” 

Your soft snores alerted him that you stopped paying attention to his tales of the day. He peered down his nose at you, love clearly painted into his features. Your eyelashes were long from this angle, gently laid out on your sun-kissed skin. Your lips were parted, soft breaths felt on his chest as you breathed in his scent on each inhale and exhaled the minty paste from your nighttime routine. He’s told you plenty of times before, but if only you knew how beautiful you looked in his eyes. 

He felt goosebumps rise on your skin from the chill in the air. He reached down to grab the comforter, pulling it up to your shoulders. You shifted slightly, stilling in the creases of his warm neck that was now heating your cold nose. He giggled at the temperature difference, arms also wrapping around your waist as he settled further into the sheets.

He had to admit, his exaggerated noise and fuss at your sudden dive from earlier was only a ruse. He loved the nights you chose to sleep tucked into his side, but he delighted in the nights you chose to smother him, arms always wrapped around him. He had days to live for with you, but there were always nights to live for as well.

“Sweetest of dreams, Mayfly.”

A/N: side note! i am open to requests! i think they're super fun and it really does get me motivated to write more :)

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[yawnderu]

Cowgirl - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley/TF141 x Reader | Act I

Bang.

The deafening sound rings in her ears, numbing everything else around her until another body hits the floor with a loud thud, the lifeless eyes of her former teammate staring right into her soul. That's three of them.

The warm muzzle of the gun pressing against the back of her head does nothing other than make an amused huff of air escape her nose, gaze drifting around the shallow grave where her team laid rest. She looks over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow to the executioner.

''So?'' The muzzle presses harder against her head, yet the feeling is not uncomfortable.

''Huh?'' The man taunts, lips tugging up into an amused smirk as he stares down at her, trigger finger still itchy as he focuses on the last survivor.

''Saved the best for last?'' Her cocky tone makes him scoff, face now lighting up into something more honest, a real smile decorating his features in what feels like forever.

''We're getting a pretty penny for you, Sunshine.'' Now it's her turn to scoff at the callsign, fully turning her body to look up at him now that the gun is back in its holster.

''You're not killing me?'' She gives him an exasperated expression, pointer finger jabbing his chest multiple times as he backs out, hands raised in mock defense as the younger girl goes on and on.

''You killed all my friends, you... weirdo.'' She spits out the first insult she can think of, still jabbing away at his chest despite the amused expression decorating his attractive features.

''It's only fair you kill me too.'' His hand grabs her wrist gently, keeping her reddening finger away from his chest until she begins to jab away with her free hand... now he has two puny wrists in his hand, and a very energetic firebrand with itchy fingers staring up at him.

''Sunny, Sunshine, light of my life... fire of my loins—'' He dodges the kick thrown to his groin, smile growing wider as he looks down at her.

''I'm not killing you. We're... relocating you.'' He sees the lack of amusement in her face and his expression softens.

''Right. Who... bought me?'' The word feels almost filthy to say, yet she's calling it for what it is— he's giving her away for money, to another team that isn't even her own, right after killing her teammates in front of her. He knows how bad it is, but at the end of the day, it's business.

''Kate Laswell, for some Task Force in the SAS.'' She sighs in exasperation, yet she's not struggling in his hold anymore. His free hand drops to her waist, squeezing softly to get her attention.

''For what it's worth, I'm sorry. You know how things work around here.'' The hand holding her wrists now goes up to her cheek, cupping it just to see the ugly scowl adorning her expression.

''Fuck you. Fuck you and everyone around this shitty place.'' She pushes him away, stomping the other way and making sure to step on any cracks she can find on the ground in childish hopes his back will break. She'll definitely be missed by her captors.

''Behave.'' He gave her ass a soft pat, barely managing to dodge the punch thrown his way before he's pushing her to the group of men, all of them wearing SAS patches, along with the British flag decorating their gear. It was awkward, to say the least, but he left as soon as he came. Her eyes drift towards him, almost pleading. Almost, because she'd never beg him for anything.

''Right.'' A deep voice interrupts the silence, one of his hands planted firmly on her shoulder as he offers her a warm smile, bucket hat adding more friendliness his face. She seems unsure at first before nodding her head, offering his arm a very awkward pat that drags a laugh out of him, simply opting for a handshake.

''Captain John Price.'' He introduces himself, hand still firmly on her shoulder as he moves out of the way, the other three members of his team now visible.

''Sergeant John MacTavish, goes by Soap.'' He pointed towards the burly man with the mohawk, his hand extended to her and a small smile on his scarred face.

''Sunshine. Please give me a new callsign.'' She shakes his hand, a small grimace on her face at the embarrassment of having to use her callsign. The men laugh— all but one, the brooding man with the skull mask.

''Sergeant Kyle Garrick, goes by Gaz.'' She shakes his hand as well, admiring the man for a few seconds before letting go, managing to offer him a small smile that is quickly returned.

''And there he is— Simon Riley, goes by Ghost.'' He stares at her extended hand for a second before shaking it, his hold firm but managing to still be gentle. Her head tilts slightly as she looks up at him after they both let go, eyes narrowing for a second as she focuses on the dead brown eyes staring back.

''You remind me of someone. You're so serious, though.'' To her surprise, his eyes flicker with amusement as he lets out a soft chuckle, unsure on what to add to her comment. Price takes her away before he can even think, giving her a basic introduction to the team and what everyone's role is in the team— and what her role will be.

His brown eyes stay focused on her figure as she walks away with Price, curious as to why a soldier from another task force was added out of nowhere with no warnings.

[ornii]

Jealous? Me? No…

Illyana Rasputin X Male Reader

So I finally watched The New Mutants yesterday, and I gotta say, it wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either. An okay Marvel film in my opinion, however Anya Taylor-Joy absolutely killed the role as Magik. And the idea of a Reader who also had a relative in the X-Men and is believable, gave me an idea, and this was it.

The relationship you had with Illyana was particularly hard to define. You wouldn’t call her your girlfriend, but she is also more than a friend. You sensed a Kinship with her ever since your, outburst. It sounds small but it resulted in the deaths of a lot of people, I suppose that’s what happens when a Mutant tried to live a normal life. Having the same genetic system as The Wolverine, it gave you nearly all the same powers, including a deep primal rage that could erupt at any time. Thus, leading you to being hospitalized.

Dr Reyas had an interest in you particularly, it seems only one Successful clone of Wolverine exists; you. Or so they think, you know of one more, Laura. Keeping her secret, keeping her under the nose of the Government was of utmost importance. Everything with Illyana was fine, she was being her usual self, rude, condescending, and just an overall ass to you and everyone, but it didn’t bother you. Everything was fine, until Dani made her appearance. A new challenger enters Illyanas game, and she doesn’t like it.

You and Illyana were watching Dani sleep, granted you two were outside the room, watching though the faded glass. You couldn’t make out any physical differences in her. She looked like your average teenager, maybe her powers are more psionic. You rubbed your chin and Illyana spoke. “I bet Pocahontas will try to run the moment she wakes up.” She said, almost to get a rise out of you, to see your negative but passionate response but you were simply thinking, blocking her out. She noticed your lack of response and turned to you. All your attention wasn’t on her anymore, but on this new girl.

“(Y/n).” She said with that stern Russian accent, it snapped you out of your trance and you finally looked at Illyana, as much as she annoyed and overall pissed you off, her beauty was unmatched, blue Iris, long gorgeous blonde hair like a brick road to heaven, and an accent that commands respect but has such a alluring tone.

“What?” You say, “You gonna bully this one too?” You say, Illyana smirks, finally getting your attention. “Depends, you seem to be infatuated with Pocahontas.” She said, you finally responded to her obvious jab and shook your head.

“Real fucking funny.” You mutter. “A new girl winds up here and you’re already jealous?” You said, Illyana kept her smile, but deep down she was starting to get annoyed.

“I don’t get jealous.”

“Then you won’t mind me saying hello.” You reply, and reach for the door handle, and for a moment you saw a short glimpse of panic in her eyes, as you gripped the handle, the voice of God spoke to you.

“(Y/n), remove your hand from the door.” Dr Reyas said from the intercom, she was watching, always watching. You reluctantly removed your hand. “Please gather in the main foyer, our daily session begins in 10 minutes.” She says, you look at Illyana and shrug, putting your hands in your jacket, you walk off. You and Illyana enter the room to Roberto, Sam, and Rahne, the other tree stuck in this place. It seems that there were only two chairs left, oddly enough, both seats end up with you next to Illyana. Reyas sits before you all, and starts.

“Yesterday, I asked you to think about… the first time your mutation manifested. Would anyone like to share? (Y/n)? Sam? Illyana? Roberto? Rahne? Look, we can’t help each other unless we talk to each other. I’ve said this a hundred times. This program can’t help you if you refuse to participate. So, Rahne, why don’t you start?” She said, Rahne was a short girl, pixie cut and had a soft Scottish accent, she wasn’t as feminine as most girls, but she had her own charm.

“I…” she started, but Dani, the new girl walked in, sulking.

“Please join us, Dani. This is our new patient, Danielle Moonstar. Let’s do our best to make her feel at home. Go ahead, Rahne.” Reyas said, (Y/n) shrugs and stands up and takes another chair and places it further in the circle.

“Take a seat.” You say, and sit back down, Dani awkwardly sulks next to you, and Illyanas eyes dart from her Hand puppet to you.

“Right. I was 13. I remember running through the woods.” Rahne began.

“How did you feel?” Doctor Reyas asks.

“Free. Like, the most free I’d felt my whole life. But guilty, too.”

“Why feel guilty?” You ask, “You get a turn into a wolf, that’s fucking sick.”

“Because I knew it was bad. I went to Reverend Craig… to see if he could pray it out of me. He asked me to show him, so I changed.” Rahne continues..

“And what did Reverend Craig do?”

“Beat me about half to death. Said I was a witch… that I was going to hell.” Rahne looked so, hurt. You reluctantly sat up from your seat.

“Would anyone else like to share their first time?” Reyas asks, and Illyana decides to turn to heat up.

“New girl. How fucked up are you?” She said, turning the ire on Dani, you turned to the Girl.

“Illyana.” You said, a bit of a grumble.

“Drugs, I bet. Or a nympho, maybe..” she kept pestering. You then decided to raise your voice.

“Cut the shit okay?” You said, The Russian turned to you, seeing your face and found an odd sense of pleasure in it. Reyas takes hold of the situation.

“Keep behaving… exactly like you are right now… and we can all just spend the day in solitary. I want all of you to think very carefully… about how you’d like to use your time here. And how long you want that time to be. (Y/n), since you’re already up… why don’t you show Dani around?” Reyas orders. You stood up, still locking eyes with Illyana.

“Yeah, sure..” you said, and looked over to Dani. You offered your hand to help her up and she took it, she stood up and you began to walk around, showing the new Girl around, that was a mistake.

Night has crept up to you all much sooner than expected, you were preparing to turn in for the night, finishing up clothes duty, the sudden sound of a clank of metal caused you to put the towel down and then around, you half expected death, but it was much worse.. Illyana.

“Oh, it’s you… gonna keep bullying Dani for whatever reason?” You said, but she wasn’t her cocky, overbearing self. She pouted and folded her arms, and asked a single question.

“Do you like her?” She asks, the question blindsided you.

“What?” You responded, and Illyana slowly approached.

“Do you like her? You act like you do..”

“I .. I don’t get it why are you upset?” You said, which causes her to finally just spew her feelings. “You are so fucking dense! Do you not notice anything you big dumb cute plyushevyy mishka?!” She yells, it took you less than a minute to realize she’s pinned you to the wall. Her arm now armored and placed near your head, as she leaned in, her lips barely brush up against yours.

“YA lyublyu tebya, Rosomakha.” She said, your mind translated the words.. “I Love you, Wolverine.” Your hands almost instinctively wrapped around her waist, much to her shock. Your lips pressed firmly against hers and her powers almost activate due to a high sense of, emotion. And it seems you two fall together, to her happy place.

Jealousy, from what I heard it runs in the Family…

(This was just a short thing I wanted to write, Definitely want to make more New Mutant Content, we need more of it.)

[tqmies]

REEL | Lee Jeno

Description. The annual camping trip that your friend group held every year was rapidly approaching. Jeno, dateless, enlists your help in catching him a date. If only it were that simple, but unfortunately, nothing is ever that simple.

Pairings. Lee Jeno x Female Reader (Slight Sungchan x Reader) 

Genre. Romance, Smut, Comedy

Warnings. Curses, Sexual jokes, Drinking, Unprotected Sex (Always wrap it before you tap it!) , Oral (F. and M. Receiving), Semi-public, Creampie.

Word count. 10K

Note: MINORS DNI! It makes me uncomfortable. Also this is my first time posting smut on this blog :) Please let me know how you all feel about it. PLEASE leave feedback I’m really nervous about this one hehe. Ok ok, enjoy!!

“IT’S ALL JUST A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT.” Were the first words that floated through the air.

“I agree, but the rest of us have already completed that right of passage.”

“Haechan goes through them like Pokemon cards.”

You walk into the scene, bewildered by what the boys are discussing. “Please don’t tell me you’re talking about virginity.” You gag.

“Pftt, virginity? Like Jeno can even get a girlfriend.” Jaemin responds, jabbing his finger towards the aforementioned boy. 

So that’s what this was about? This was always a popular topic of conversation with you guys. What could you say, he was an easy target.

Your friend, Lee Jeno, has had yet to have his first girlfriend. Now this isn’t a big deal, but seeing as he was friends with boys who have had at least nine girlfriends before, it definitely made him stand out. 

“Look I just don’t get why it’s a big deal.” Jeno reconciles. 

“You don’t get a lot of things. Like girlfriends.” Haechan says causing Mark to snicker. 

“Leave him alone.” You say, “Not everyone want’s to date half our town like you did.”

“Oh she got your ass!” Jaemin giggles.

“Shut up, you dated the other half.”

This throws Chenle into a fit of laughter, “You gonna let her talk to you like that? Personally if it was me-”

“Your girlfriend treats your dog better than you.” You warn. 

Chenle stops in his tracks as his jaw drops, he scoffs as he pretends to be hurt by your comment. 

“Damn, you’re out for blood today.” The group laughs again. 

“Oh no, she always gets like this when it comes to her little Jeno-weno.” Haechan teases, using a nickname that you hadn't called Jeno since you were kids.

You push him away as you scrunch your nose, “You guy’s are so annoying.”

“Yeah, yeah, you love us.” 

The boys delve into another conversation as you continue to think about the previous one.

I mean, you had wondered about it for a long time. Why didn’t Jeno have a girlfriend? He surely had the looks, not to mention how sweet the boy was. Though, you just chalked it up to him not being interested. He did just brush off every girl who tried to make advances. Maybe he wasn’t looking for anything.

You knew he pulled, he had his secret little hook-ups now and then, but he never was one to commit. The boys liked to deduce that it was the girls who just didn’t want to date Jeno, but you digress. 

Your attention is drawn back to the conversation when Jaemin mentions something about the camping trip that was approaching. It was a little trip you guys had planned every year, and for the past two it had been a success. Though, Jaemin being Jaemin, wanted to switch things up a bit.

“A couple’s camping trip?!” Mark had asked in disbelief. 

“Yeah think about it! Everyone comes in a pair, we share tents, and play games, and maybe even get some action.” Jaemin responds, wiggling his brows at the suggestive comment. 

“Gross, I’m not interested in hearing Haechan and his ‘girl of the week’ doing it in some tent.” You add on, because let’s be honest, his girls were rarely ever quiet. He was rarely ever quiet. 

“Why? You jealous? You know, all you have to do is ask.” He says, leaning closer to you as you put your palm to his face. Jeno looks at you two warily.

“In your dreams.” You state, removing your hand in disgust as he licks it. Punching him in the shoulder as you yell at how gross he is.

“She has a point though,” Renjun speaks up. “I’m not interested in having my tent next to Jaemin and that chick.”

“That chick has a name!” The aforementioned replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Not like we would know, you keep her locked up.” Chenle interjects.

“Rightfully so! She’d run for the hills if she knew you guys.”

“Yeah like you’re any better.”

This starts another little spurt of endless bickering as you roll your eyes.

“I just think it’s be weird, you know? To introduce like six new people to our group at once?” Mark comments, you and Renjun nodding your heads in agreement.

“Also it’s gonna be hard to find someone who’s down to go camping in the middle of the woods with a bunch of strangers.” You reason.

“Awe, scared you’re not going to find anyone?” Haechan smirks, the facial expression seeming to be permanently etched across his face.

“I’m more worried about Jeno over there.” You snicker, noticing the boy had been quiet.

“You too?” He groans, throwing his head back in defeat.

You just laugh, sure you’d always defend him. But you were definitely not above poking fun at Jeno every now and then.

After finishing your lunch and bidding the boys goodbye, you’re walking away when you hear your voice being called.

You turn to see Jeno following behind you as he makes it to your side. “Come to walk me to class?”

“Yes..” He starts. “and no.”

“Uh oh, what do you want?”

“Why do you assume I want something?”

“You always do,” You shrug. “That’s just how you are Lee.”

He frowns, “I need a favor.”

“No I won’t be your camp date.”

“Damn! Why not?” He pleads, he was so sure you’d agree. And he wasn’t too far off.

Sure, you’d love nothing more than to be cooped up in a tent with your hot friend, but that’d be crossing too many boundaries. So as nice as it sounded, you had to refuse.

“It’d be too weird.”

“How?”

“Cause we’re friends.”

“Geez, I’m not asking you to sleep with me. I’m just asking to share a tent and maybe like, I don’t know, sit by me? We sleep in the same room all the time.”

“And you just assume I don’t have someone I plan on bringing?” You ask, sporting a smirk.

“You do?”

Of course you don’t. Truth be told, you were so busy that you hadn’t dipped your foot in the dating waters for months. The only boys you ever even talked to were the ones in your friend group.

Though, you were nothing short of options. Surely you could pull some random boy along with you, just for the trip. One Instagram post and your direct messages would be flooded. 

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out.” 

He just scoffs at your response before looking away, “What about Yoo Jimin?”

“What?”

“I should ask her to be my camp date.”

“There’s no way in hell! Yoo Jimin only goes for older guys. Like graduated guys.” You explain, opening the door to enter your classes building. 

“What? Really?”

“Yes, you’re telling me you really didn’t know that?” 

“No.. I mean, I just thought maybe she wasn’t interested in any guys here.”

“Geez Jeno, you really know nothing about girls.” 

“All you guys do is make fun of me! What about actually helping me?!” He explains, stomping his feet like a child. 

“Yeah, nothing could help you out there.” You sigh.

“Please help me! I’m begging!” 

“What?!” You raise a brow. 

“Help me get a date!”

“Why should I spend my precious time helping you?” You tease, knowing you didn't have much else to do. 

“Please?!” He begs, and you, with your horrible inability to resist, give in.

You tell him to meet you at his place after your last class of the day. Having no idea what was in store for you. And just like you said, you were at his place right on time.

Flopping onto his bed, you scroll through your phone as Jeno stares at you from his desk chair.

“What?” You say, placing your phone down as you raise a brow.

“I thought you were gonna help!” He whines, turning around in his swivel chair. 

“I am helping!” You defend. “I’m…I’m scoping Instagram for potential dates!”

“You’re a horrible liar.”

“Whatever,” You sign, turning your phone towards him.“Look, shes really pretty. She goes to our university too. Why don’t you try and message her.” 

Jeno looks very caught off guard, “That’s Yiren.” 

“Ok? She seems cool, she likes to travel, and she’s pretty!” You say, scrounging her profile intently.

“Looks aren’t everything.”

“Did you not hear everything I said before that?” You groan. “At least try.”

He nods, picking up his own phone and typing in her username. Going quiet for a couple minutes, he finally puts his phone down. “Okay, I messaged her.”

You squeal, “Now we wait!” 

He just smiles, “Wanna order some food?”

“I thought you’d never ask! I’ll pick a movie?” 

And so, after picking the scariest movie you could find, (And the heaviest blankets), you settle into the couch with your takeout box.

You two are engrossed in the film, when Jeno’s phone loudly dings.

Shuffling to sit up, you smile, “Is that her?”

The smile fades from your face as you read the message.

@_WangYerin: Ew...

You look dejectedly at Jeno.

“Yeah no, this is not gonna work.” He opens his mouth to speak again.

You interrupt him. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea. I’m sure we can find you one girl in time.”

-

“Jeno.”

“Yeah?”

“What the hell are you wearing?”

He looks down to his outfit, raising his brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Jeno, I don’t even know where to begin..” You pause, your eyes drawing over his clothing.

He was donned head to toe in fishing gear. Loose cargo shorts and a floral printed shirt. Completed with the floppy hat and reel. He looked like a tourist.

This was truly ridiculous. He was standing in your living room, dressed like he was in some swamp marsh in Florida. (Even then, he’d still be overdressed.) 

“There’s plenty of fish in the sea.” He references, wiggling his brows at you. Gesturing to his outfit, “Chicks dig this right?”

“What?!” You exclaim, your face donned with confusion. Is that what he thought girls liked? It took everything in you not to burst out laughing.

“I’m starting to think..” He trails, “That’s not what you meant.”

“You’re hopeless.” You announce, resting your palm against your chin. 

How were you going to fix this? Not to mention that you only had about two weeks to do it. “Ignoring the poor choice of outfit, let’s talk about something else.”

He just nods as you scrounge your brain, “So as you know, you don’t have the best reputation preceding woman..”

“What do you mean? I love woman!” He proclaims, as if he couldn’t believe what you were getting at.

You sigh, “If only they loved you.”

He scoffs before rolling his sleeves up, “Look at these bad boys. The ladies can’t resist.”

You swear your eyes could roll of your head. “Be real Jeno, it takes more than some muscles to get a girlfriend.”

“Damn.” Is all he says as he pulls his sleeves down. Trying to ignore your judging eyes.

“I’m starting to think this is damn near impossible.” You speak.

“You’ve barely even helped yet!” 

“And I’m already failing!”

Looking around your apartment, you feel as if a light bulb went off in your head. “We’re not going to get anything done in here. We need to be outside, scouting you some girls!” 

And with that, you grab his wrist and drag him out through the front door. Pointing at the keys in his pocket, “You drive, its the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Yeah okay,” He scoffs, “You’re just lazy.”

He unlocks his car and you pile in, relieved to be in the passengers seat for once. “I could get used to this.” You speak, reclining your seat.

“Oh I didn’t know they could go back that far.” He says, genuine amazement donning his face. You cringe at his words.

“Are you kidding?” You laugh. “Don’t let Haechan hear you say that.”

“He already knows I get no action. I’m sure he won’t be surprised.” He grumbles.

“Okay, here’s another tip.” You announce, sitting up. “You need to have more confidence.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I don’t.” 

“No I know, but girls love men who seem sure of themselves, you know? They don’t want someone who’s muddling around proclaiming they have no game.”

He takes you in your words but shakes his head, “I don’t know..”

“C’mon Jeno,” You say, turning to meet his eyes. “You’re young, you’re hot, you work out! And you’re super sweet. Not to mention you’re like crazy smart,” 

You continue on rambling as you fail to notice Jeno’s growing smirk. He was going to relish in every compliment that fell from your tongue. And surely tease you about it later.

You only stopped when you notice how quiet he got. 

“Hello? Earth to Jeno?” 

“I’m here,” He responds with a smile.

“You’re so annoying.” You roll your eyes.

“Where to?” He speaks, ignoring your comment. 

“The park! The one by campus. There’s always tons of people just hanging out there.” You proclaim. 

You always took note of the various groups that were there at all times of day. Studying or having a picnic, but you were sure you were going to run into at least one group of girls. And if they had any sense, they would eat Jeno up. 

As the sun starts to set on your day though, you realize they were definitely not eating Jeno up. In fact, every time Jeno approached a girl, they seemed to dodge it the other way. Half-assed excuses donning their lips, and that was if they were nice. Some of the girls just blatantly ignored him and continued on their way. 

Yet, Jeno didn’t let up. He didn’t even seem the slightest bit discouraged. 

Even as he got shot down by another girl. One claiming she ‘Wasn’t in the mood to get her heart broken.’ 

Though you digress, you knew that girl, she was in your Econ class. And if her on and off relationship with Choi Yeonjun was any indicator, she was just trying to save face. Or at least that’s what you told Jeno as you walked back to his car.

You knew what the girls thought about Jeno, likely that he was just trying to pick himself up a weekly girlfriend. They probably didn’t want anything to do with him. He had gained himself a reputation. 

Many girls pegged him to be a heart breaker, seeing as he rejected any girl who asked him out. But that was nothing personal, he just didn’t want to be a in relationship then. He didn’t mean anything by it, and he certainly didn’t want to hurt the girls. 

But not everyone is as understanding.

“Okay new plan,” You speak. “Neighboring university area!” 

“Huh?”

“Dude, everyone here like runs when they see you. Lets go somewhere where no one knows you!”

“Okay but if they don’t know me.. how will I get them to come camping with me?!”

He makes a valid point. 

You lean your head back into his seat and groan. Beating your brain, you decide to take a breather. “Lets go eat lunch, there we can converge a plan.”

“Why did you say that last part so weird?” He laughs. “Mad scientist vibes.”

“Shut up.” You retaliate, punching him in the arm. “Just for that, I get to pick where we eat.”

-

Shoving the roll into your mouth, you bask in the glorious taste. “This is so good.” 

“Slow down there, you might choke.”

“Okay mom.”

He laughs at your comment and stares at the menu, trying to get his order ready by the time the waiter comes by. 

“Jeno?” You hear, causing you to look up from the basket of bread you were admiring.

You’re met with a girl, probably around your age, smiling widely at Jeno.

“Sumin? Is that you?” He asks, returning a smile. 

You look between the two of them confusedly. You were sure she didn’t go to your university. How did Jeno know her? 

“Uh, This is Sumin. We met a couple years ago at camp.” He explains. Then going to introduce you to Sumin as his friend, to which you nod at, offering her a smile.

You suddenly reminded about when Jeno’s parents used to send him off to camp every summer back in high school. Rendering you to spend your summers full of Jaemin. You’re not sure why Jeno went anyways. Something about keeping him out of trouble. Though if there were girls as beautiful as Sumin there, you’re sure he got into more trouble. 

As you let them talk, you notice Sumin seems to be leaning into Jeno a lot. That’s like a surefire sign of attraction. 

Then a light bulb pops into your head. “Sumin, you two met at camp? You must like the outdoors and such then?” You interrupt.

“Oh yes!,” She smiles. “I loved sleeping under the stars, and kayaking! Oh, and the random games they used to make us play!” 

‘Well,” You start, looking at Jeno. Hoping he knew where you were going with this. “We’re actually going camping with a couple of friends soon.”

“Oh, really?” She says nodding.

You look to Jenos face, hoping to gauge a reaction. He doesn’t look uncomfortable or anything, so now was your chance.

“We actually are looking for a couple more people. You should join us!” 

The statement hangs in the air as she thinks, “Oh I don’t know, I can’t intrude!”

“No no, you wont be intruding! You can even share a tent with Jeno.” And you turn towards him, silently hoping he’d encourage her.

It seems he gets the hint. “Yeah, I don’t mind. It’ll be like old times.”

You smile. “Give her your number so she can ask about the details!”

Thank goodness you were here to help. He really did suck at this.

The two bid each other goodbye soon after, Sumin promising to text him later. You just grin widely at his success. “We found you a girl! And its only been a week!” 

He just stays quiet. “Hooray for us.” 

“Whats wrong?” You ask, finding his quietness odd. 

“I don’t know, Sumin’s nice.”

“But..?”

“No but’s, shes nice.” And with that the waiter arrives. Leaving that to be pushed to the back of your mind as you focus on what you’re going to order.

The plan was a success. That much was sure. Especially when you went and showed all your friends pictures of Sumin. You spilling how she looked more stunning in real life, and how Jeno would be bringing the prettiest girl to the event.

To which prompted Haechan to object, “Whatever, wait till you see my date.”

“Who are you bringing?” Mark perks up, genuinely curious. 

Haechan gestures towards you, throwing his arm over you shoulder. To which you aggressively shake off. “Nice try, find someone else.” 

“Why? It’s not like you have anyone to bring.” 

You stay quiet, smirking.

“You found someone?!” Haechan presses on. “Who is he?”

It’s a surprise, is what you say. 

They roll their eyes at you, not believing your words for one second, even as you press on that its true.

Though you know truthfully, you have yet to find anyone. You were so wrapped up in your determination to get Jeno a date that you had forgotten to get your own. In fact, today had been weird that you hadn't been with Jeno the whole day. You liked spending time with him. But now the focus was on you.

You had time though, so it’s not like you were worried.

Jeno doesn’t know why, but hes dying to know who you’re bringing. He’s also relieved to see that you’re not falling into Haechan’s advances. But whoever you’re bringing could be undoubtedly worse, so he tries not to get his hopes up.

“Oh also, Jaemin mentioned to me that we need to go shopping for supplies soon.” Mark states, looking down to put his fork back into the salad he was eating.

“I’m down, just let me know when.” You nod, shopping with the boys was always fun anyways. Even if it meant spending two and a half hours in a Bass Pro Shop.

“Yeah well make sure you ask your date if he has any particular request for food.” Renjun speaks, taking his attention off his food for a second. 

“I’ll do you one better, I’ll bring my date.”

Okay, maybe you shouldn't have said that. But what was with the boys and insinuating you didn’t have a date?

You were going to make them eat their words.

“Great, can’t wait to meet him.” Haechan smirks.

-

And just like you thought, it had come back to bite you.

Instead of having a week left, you now have to obtain a boy by this weekend. (And somehow drag him to a camping store with you.) 

So, out of defenses, you hesitantly asked your co-worker Sungchan.

You two were friends, having grown accustomed to long shifts together and defending each other from the occasional shitty costumer. Plus, you’d much rather take him then some random guy you caught on Tinder or Instagram.

“Camping? Is it like a weekend thing or?”

You nod, hoping he’ll agree.

“You want me to spend two of my precious days off, in the middle of the woods? With a bunch of strangers, bugs, and canned food?” 

Your shoulders deflate, pursing your mouth into a thin line. “Yes?”

“I’m down.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, sounds like an adventure.” He shrugs. 

You clap excitedly, “My precious Sungchan, you also have to come to Bass Pro Shop with me.”

He groans, “Whatever, I already agreed.”

And he makes good on his promise, picking you up from your place and coming to the store. 

Jaemins the only one there at the designated time, saying something about the others being on the way. So you just make small talk as the rest gradually arrive. Jaemins quick to fall into conversation with the other, which is a good sign.

Jeno and Haechan arrive together, the latter making a commotion of your date.

“So this is the one?” Haechan says, not-so-subtly scanning over Sungchan’s body.

“Quit checking him out!” You whine. Noting how Haechan was trying to feel up on Sungchans arms. Looking like he was about to snatch him for himself.

You weren’t dumb, you know Sungchan’s good looking, he’s never been shy about saying it either. And you can tell the boys were astounded he even showed, not to mention how undeniably attractive he was.

But you don’t expect him to get along with everyone so well. Thirty minutes in and he was already on Mark and Jaemin’s good side. The two aren’t particularly difficult to please, but you were surprised to see that he had won over Renjun and Chenle.

The rest of the boys got along with him fine, minus Jeno.

He was acting really weird about the whole thing. The least friendly to Sungchan, and just overall had a short fuse with him. He had probably sensed something off about him, which you found to be weird.

So in the middle of the fishing rod aisle,(You guys didn’t even need one), You pulled him aside from the rest of the group. Wanting to get down to the root of the problem, because you weren't the only one who had noticed. Jisung had even remarked how Jeno seemed to be in a bad mood, but he was talking to everyone else just fine, so it seemed Sungchan was the problem.

“Is everything ok?” You ask, eyes full of worry. “You’ve been shooting Sungchan dirty looks the whole time.”

He stays quiet, pretending to be interested in some product on the aisle end cap. “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Don’t act stupid Jeno.” You warn, “What’s wrong?”

“Just not a fan of him.” He shrugs, turning to walk back towards the group. 

You just shake it off, it wasn’t you problem. Jeno was your friend yes, but if he was going to act indifferent about this, then so be it. You had your own things to worry about. 

Going back to Sungchan’s side, you tap his shoulder. He was listening to Mark ramble on about a fishing line, you once again point out how you don’t need any type of fishing gear. Mark just ignores you and starts shoving reels in Renjun’s face, much to the latter’s displeasure. 

“Your friends are cool.” Sungchan speaks, “They seem to like me.”

“Told you they were fun!” You tease, glad he was making a good first impression. If things kept going good, maybe you could invite Sungchan around more often. He did always mention that he’d like more friends. 

Jeno’s face sours as he watches from afar. You leaning into Sungchan, had you always been so touchy? He shakes his head and turns away.

About thirty minutes later, you’re all ready to head to checkout. Thankful you had another set of arms to help carry the cooler and sleeping bags you were buying. 

Placing the stuff down, you laugh. “This much for two days?”

“Haechan’s sleeping bag caught on fire last time, remember?” Chenle comments. You do remember, it was not pretty. 

Sungchan looks confused and you explain, recalling that Haechan was laying too close to the fire long after everyone else had gone to bed. Remembering that it wasn’t just him in the sleeping bag as well.. 

Haechan stops you from recanting the whole thing, saying how he’d beat you up if you boyfriend wasn’t right there. You scoff at the accusation and Sungchan laughs. But everyone catches on to how you two don’t outright deny it.

You weren’t thinking too much, not even noticing how neither of you had said no. Sungchan was cool, and sure you had thought of him that way before, but he was definitely not your boyfriend right now. You didn’t shy away from the prospect though, and it seemed like he didn’t either. 

Jeno’s brows furrow, you two were a thing? He thought you guys were just friends, he turns away, not wanting to look at you two any longer. He didn’t know why, but he felt somewhat possessive of you. And he definitely did not like Sungchan. 

You all walk out of the store, proud of your successful trip when Renjun suggests you all go out to dinner. You nervously smile, “Sungchan and I were actually planning to watch a movie at my place.” 

“Nice,” Haechan smiles, “Let’s meet at yours then!” 

You groan, and the others just teasingly smile at you, knowing that was not what you had meant. “As long as someones buying snacks cause I don’t have shit.”

“On it!” Jaemin responds, already in his car. 

That’s how you find yourselves all back at your place, an improper movie night to commence after Jisung and Chenle stop fighting over what movie to watch.

Heading to the kitchen for some chips, you’re met with only Jeno in there. Digging through a bag of Jolly Ranchers for his favorite. 

“I ate all the cherry ones.” You say, poking at his shoulders, knowing he loved those as much as you did.

He smiles, not responding. Until he pulls out one, a cherry one. You perk up at that, you thought you had eaten all of them ages ago.

“Oh, for me? Thanks.” Sarcasm donning your voice, but still going to reach for it anyways.

He snatches it back, “Go ask Sungchan for one.” Jealousy seemingly apparent in his voice, confusing you.

“You suck.” You state bluntly, until he unwraps the candy and places it in front of your mouth. 

“Want it?” He asks, gesturing it more towards you, eyebrows raised.

You narrow your eyes, “..Yes.”

“Open wide then.” 

You scrunch your nose, he wanted to feed it to you? ‘No thanks.” Is all you say before walking away.

But then you feel a hand clasp around your wrist, turning you back. Jeno stares at you blankly, then repeating. “I said open.”

Curiously, you open your mouth slightly. Just enough to get the candy. Jeno brings the cherry flavored candy to your lips. He smirks, grabbing your chin, he holds you in place. “Wider,” He commands, and you follow. 

He slips the candy in, along with two of his fingers, and you close your lips around them. He stares at you, and you look down at the floor. You had never seen this side of Jeno before, the Jeno you knew always carefree and smiling, far different from the one in front of you. You were a bit scared but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit turned on.

With newly acquired confidence, you shove his fingers farther into your mouth. His eyes widen and you gag, the candy hitting the back of your throat. But you progress, slowly sliding your mouth off his fingers, releasing them with a pop.

Swirling the rest of the candy in your mouth, you smile. “Mm yummy.”

Though your hearts beating like crazy, shivering at the close proximity between you and Jeno. He walks forward, backing you into the counter. You two just stare at each other, and you swear he’s about to lean in. Until the sound of approaching footsteps is heard.

You and Jeno separate, you going back to your mission for chips and him to pour a glass of water. Trying to steady your nerves and not give away to the person what the two of you were doing.

Sungchan pokes his head into the area, “Hey we decided on a movie, I left you a spot next to me.”

You grin, “Okay, let’s go.”

Watching you leave the area with your hand around Sungchan’s bicep, Jeno wants to puke.

In fact, his urge to vomit only gets stronger as he continues to watch you cuddle up to the other boy all night. After the little display earlier, you still had the nerve to hang onto Sungchan? 

The movies a devastatingly long one, some of the boys filtering out before its even ended. Mark mutters something about how its getting late, wanting to leave before he passes out on your tiny love seat.

And just like that, only four of you remain. Jaemin’s strewn out on the floor, fast asleep, as is Sungchan on the arm of your sofa. You and Jeno are the only one’s still awake, though you’re unable to move as Sungchan constantly stirs in his sleep. 

The last thing you want to do is wake him, but his phone does just that. Vibrating in his pocket, he lazily opens his eyes. Seeing the time as well, he shoots up, “Shit, I have to go.” He says, eyes widening as he heads towards the front of your place, grabbing his jacket and searching for his shoes. 

He bids you goodbye and you make him promise to text you when he gets home safely, to which he agrees with a smile. “Have a good night.” He says, kissing your forehead before heading out the door. 

You grin at the kiss, watching as he makes his way out. 

Jaemin’s snoring knocks you out of your trance, closing the door behind you.

Jeno appears in the hall, “I can drag him home.” He suggests.

Shaking your head, you look over at him. He did seem rather comfortable on your floor. “He seems fine. I’ll get him a blanket.” 

Jeno nods and fishes for his keys on your counter. “It’s late, I’ll head out.”

“Jaemin’s staying, why don’t you just stay too?” You ask. It was a completely normal thing for the boys to stay over, they were all welcomed to any time. You know the others left just from desire to sleep comfortably in their own beds.

Jeno and Jaemin were no strangers to staying the night either, the three of you hung out often late into the night. You don’t know why Jeno was in a hurry to leave anyways, he would normally just agree to crash on your couch.

“I don’t know..” He trails. 

“Why not?” You sputter, confused as your patience for his attitude began to grow thin. “You’ve been acting weird all day! What’s got you all hot and bothered?!” 

“You really wanna know?” He asks, condescendingly. Like you should know what you did wrong. 

“Do I? Yes I would like to know what has had you being an asshole all day!”

He just laughs at that, only causing you to get more annoyed. Contemplating if to tell the truth or not, he watches you grow more impatient. 

“I just don’t like Sungchan.”

“Well no shit,” You throw your hands up. “You already told me!”

He shrugs in defeat, like it was no big deal he had been so rude to him.

“I just wanna know why!” You speak again.

“I could tell you.” He says, inching closer. “But I could show you a lot better.”

“What?” You’re cut off by Jeno pulling you into a kiss. Completely surprised by the turn of events, but you welcome it. His hands finding their way into your hair.

You pull away, “Jeno, what are we doing?” And you meant it. What was this sudden behavior? Would this ruin your friendship? Could you two be normal after this? Was he even going to go all the way?

“Tell me to stop.” He whispers indifferently. “Tell me you don’t want this.” 

“Jaemin’s in the living room.” You caution, scared to wake him, though you ignore Jenos statement. “But I want this.”

“Then we better take this to your room.” 

And the moment you nod in agreement, he pulls you away to your bedroom. You two stumbling as he attempts to kiss you on the way there. He closes the door behind you, pushing you against it as he meets your mouth again.

It’s messy and uncoordinated, his sheer desire for you taking over. Teeth clashing and tongues strewn. He pulls back from the kiss and begins fervently attacking your neck.

“Please Jeno,” You whine, aching for him to continue. “Need you.”

“To what?” He teases, lifting up from your neck.

You want to scream. Of course he was going to make you say it, this was Jeno you were talking to. And he truly wanted nothing more than to hear the words slip past your mouth.

“Touch me.” You beg, wishing he would cut it out with the teasing.

“Where?” He continues. Moving his hands down your body, “Here?”

You shake your head, “N-No.”

You grab his hand bravely and place it on the front of your pants. He begins rubbing you through your jeans, the fabric roughly brushing up against you.

“I wanna hear you say it.” He smiles, “That you want me to touch you. And not Sungchan.”

You roll your eyes, he was still on about this? Sungchan was the last thing on your mind right now, the first being your aching wetness and Jeno’s stubbornness to relieve it. 

“W-want,” You stutter as he begins to unzip your pants, “Want you to touch me.”

“Mhmm,” He nods. “Because you’re mine.”

You whimper at the contact of his hands rubbing you through your panties. Attempting to suppress a moan from falling past your lips. His possessiveness was such a turn on to you, and you didn’t even know why.

“So wet,” He comments, “Just from a little kissing. Are you sure I’m the one who’s never been in a relationship?”

Annoyed, you turn away blushing, “Shut up.”

Jeno just chuckles as you press against his shoulders, signaling for him to stop. “Wait, don’t wanna do it against the wall. Want to be on the bed.”

“So demanding.” 

And with that, he moves you to lay down on your bed. He beings kissing you again, tugging at the hem of your shirt and you raise your hands to let him remove it off you. Although you had taken note that Jeno was still fully clothed. 

“Not fair, you should take off your shirt.” You pout, and he rushes to take it off, revealing his chiseled body to you. You gawk at him in his shirtless glory, upset you hadn’t thought to see it sooner, well at least you were seeing it now.

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” He teases again, going to kiss you before you can spout some smart remark.

He recedes back, lowering himself down to be met with your dripping cunt. He slides your panties down, slowly pulling them off your ankles with his teeth. You prop yourself up on your elbows to see, and you had to admit, its hot.

Jeno nibbles on your thigh, eliciting a yelp from you before he starts rubbing his thumb over your folds. “All for me.” He smirks proudly. 

Sticking his tongue out, he licks a thin stripe on your clit, you letting out a loud string of moans. “Jeno- Please.” 

He moves to stick a finger in, you clenching harshly around it. 

“So tight.” He hisses, adding another finger in. Causing you to wail out in pleasure. It felt so good, you hadn’t been touched in a while. 

He continues like this, whispering praises into your ear as he seems indifferent, “You’re doing so well, sucking my fingers into this pretty cunt.”

You’re feeling the coil in your stomach, embarrassingly close to cumming at the brutal pace of his fingers inside you, when he slips them out. 

“Want you to cum on my tongue.” He explains before you can even protest.

Nodding, you’re met with his mouth back on your clit, his tongue harshly lapping against you. You unconsciously reach for his hair, pulling strongly on it, causing him to let out a moan against your heat. 

“Pull harder.” He demands, and you oblige. One hand in his hair and the other gripping your sheets. Your hips start to lift off the bed in pleasure, as he holds you down by your legs, your shaking form struggling to stay still. 

“Jeno, Please, please I’m so close,” You plead as he continues to eat you out like a starved man. 

“Do it baby, cum for me.” He assures, and you moan at his words. The affect he had on you was insane. You had never been so shaken up over getting head before.  

You reach your climax shortly after, a wave of white washing over you as you let out a final string of moans. Jeno’s movements barely even faltering as you finish on his face. 

He pulls away, moving to stand up and goes to wash his face in your connected bathroom. You’re a bit put off by his sudden change in mood, but you calm your breathing and start searching for your bottoms on the floor, as well as your shirt.

Jeno emerges from the bathroom and you silently hand him his shirt, when you notice he’s sporting a complete boner. 

“You look like you could use some help.” You announce, smirking. 

He shakes his head though, “I can take care of this at home.”

Huh? What was he talking about? 

“Let me return the favor.” You state, “I’m eager to please.” 

But he remains the same, “It’s fine.”

And he walks past you, opening the door out of your room. Leaving you more than just a little confused. Was he regretting what happened? Why wouldn’t he accept your offer to touch him? What kind of guy turns down head? 

You avoid eye contact. “Oh.. Ok. Have a safe trip home.”

You want the earth to crack open and swallow you whole. He nods and makes his way past a sleeping Jaemin and out your front door. 

Not wanting to be alone, you sit on the other couch opposite of your friend. 

That’s when he sits up. “You two are so gross.”

“You were awake?” You ask, mouth agape. 

“You guys woke me! Maybe try and keep it down next time!” He scolds, until he notices the look on your face. “Is something wrong? Did you not want to do it?”

You wave your hands, “No! No, I did. It’s just that when I offered to do something for him, he rejected me. I don’t know- I feel gross.”

He shakes his head, “Jeno’s like that, he doesn’t know how to express his feelings, I’m sorry he made you feel that way.”

You just nod, “Please don’t tell anyone about this.” And he agrees, swearing to not say a word, and you couldn’t have been more grateful. 

-

You ignore Jeno for the next couple of days, purposefully. Whether it was to save yourself from embarrassment, or from your feelings? You didn’t know.

You wish you hadn’t acted so carelessly, to let yourself get carried away in his bliss, knowing you could never have him in the way you wanted.

You were also unsure of how Jeno would react to being around you after that. You didn’t even know if you would be confident in your actions around him. Would you be able to look him in the eye? Or even worse, what if he had told your friends? What if Jaemin had, despite his swearing to secrecy? 

Haechan would be a nightmare.

But you push those thoughts to the back of your mind as Sungchan calls for your attention. You two were at your place, packing for the trip. Water bottles and his awful trail mix bars being shoved in your backpacks.

You were leaving today, you breathe in. A weekend you were looking forward to how now left you unsure. But if worse came to worse, Sungchan would be there.

Over the past couple of days, you had done a lot of thinking. Not just about you and Jeno, but about the other boys as well. 

You realized that you and Sungchan were nothing beyond a clingy pair of friends, and that’s all you felt for him, a sense of friendship. Whatever uncertainty you had was gone. You knew he didn’t make you feel the way Jeno did. And it wasn’t just because of the interaction either.

You had feelings for Jeno, that was certain. 

You assume you’ve had them for a while too, it wasn’t until you sat down and acknowledged that you would consider a relationship with him, did you realize. 

But it was all too much, too fast. 

Engaging in those activities with him, knowing he likely only saw you as a friend? Too much to bear. So you knew you had to keep your distance from him as far as possible. You knew these feelings were likely to pass too, you just had to wait it out. 

Because if there was something else you realized, it was that he didn’t feel the same. And why would he? You weren’t anything like the girls he’s gone for. You weren’t anything like Sumin. Not to mention his reluctance to let you touch him, (which was the root of your embarrassment), after he had eaten you out. You understood he just wanted to have a little fun with you, nothing more. 

Plus, if his past record of no girlfriends meant anything, it was that he couldn’t be bothered to be tied down. So you weren’t going to begin to feed into the delusional idea that he could be your boyfriend, it would only just end up hurting you that much more.

Sungchan pulls you from your thoughts as he announces its time to leave, and you smile. He helps you pack your things into the car and you two shake with enthusiasm during the entire thirty minute ride. Though you’re not looking forward to hiking the rest of the way to the campsite; A necessary evil.

Sungchan doesn’t complain too much though, smiling as he reads off the printed map for directions. You didn’t get much service out here, and you weren’t going to take any chances getting lost. 

It didn’t help that you two were late, noting that all your friends had arrived by the time you reached the sites with your tents and backpacks in tow. 

You see Jaemin and his girl sitting on logs, whispering something into each others ear as they giggle. Her legs resting over his lap. 

To their right is Renjun and Chenle arguing over something random, with their respective dates behind them, both looking extremely confused.

Mark is setting up a tent with his date, Jisung and his date helping them hold the poles steadily. Mark stumbling as he trips over one of the mounts.

Haechan emerges from his tent upon the others announcing your arrival, saying something about his date being passed out in their tent. 

Jeno and Sumin are no where to be found, and you try not to ask about it. 

Though, Jaemin approaches you the minute Sungchan leaves your side. “They went exploring. Whatever that means.” He speaks, and you don’t even have to ask him who he’s talking about. 

You just nod and ask him for a drink. “You’ve been here for five minutes!” He recoils, like he can’t believe you asked him that. 

“Well its unfair of you to expect me to tolerate Haechan for an entire weekend without a drink.” You tease, the aforementioned male coming to whine.

Sungchan returns with two drinks in hand, you thanking him as he passes you one. He then places his hand on the small of your back, the boys in front of you not missing a beat. 

“Woah, did you two hook up or something?” Haechan speaks, never one to censor himself.

“None of your business.” You mumble, though you know the two of you hadn't.

“Oo, don’t let Jeno see!” Jisung warns as he passes by.

“Jeno?” Sungchan perks up, “What about him?”

Haechan and Jaemin just look at the each other, “Nothing.”

And with that, the boys leave you and Sungchan. 

The two of you deciding to go sit on logs of your own before you have set up your own tent. The silences of the trees swaying overtaking you.

“So,” He starts. “You wanna sleep with me this weekend?”

You almost spit out your drink. “What?”

“We don’t have to!” He retracts. “I just figured.. maybe you’d want to?”

“Sung, we’re friends and we work together. Won’t this make things weird?”

“It doesn’t have to happen again if you don’t want it to. Just thought I’d put it out there.” He shrugs, like it was all so simple. “You’re hot, I’m hot. We’re both single. Both sexually frustrated. So why not?”

You look to the ground, “I don’t know..”

“Actually, I’m sorry I asked, I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

You didn’t feel pressured though, and Sungchan was somewhat right. You did invite him out here with a inkling of hope that maybe you could bed him. Who wouldn’t want to anyways? You hadn't had sex in a while, and your attractive friend was ready and willing. So what if you had feelings for Jeno? They would pass. You should have a little fun. Fuck it. 

“Okay,” You speak. “I’d like that.”

He smiles, “Perfect.”

You’re about to respond when you hear the crunching of leaves behind you, Jeno and Sumin emerging from the bushes, hand in hand. 

Were the two together? You feel your smile falter a bit before you look away, Jeno didn’t owe you anything. And you knew the type of guy he was, who was to say he was going to even commit to Sumin? 

“There you two are!” Renjun says walking towards them. “Thought you’d gotten ravaged by a bear!”

“Oh, Jeno ravaged something..” Haechan comments, suggestively. 

Jeno shakes his head at the insinuation, Sumin eyes flickering over to you. “Hey! You made it!” 

“Yes!” You say, moving to hug her. Then you notice her eyes landing on Sungchan, and she starts practically eye-fucking him proudly. And he looks somewhat into it? You see that Jeno notices too, as he wavers his attention. 

“This is Sungchan.” You say, as she moves to introduce herself to him. 

“I’m Sumin! Jeno’s friend.” 

The air grows heavy as she says that, Jeno looking dejected and everyone else looking confused. So they weren’t together then?

You just shrug, going to bother Mark and his date, who still can’t get the tent up. “Need help?”

Mark’s date looks at you in relief, “Please! Mark told his other friend that we could do it.. but we’re having a hard time..”

“I got you,” You speak, noticing something off. “He’s doing it wrong.”

Mark sighs, “Damn,” He looks down. “You had to call me out in front of my date. I’m gonna go tell Sungchan about the time you threw up in Renjun’s mouth.”

“Don’t you dare!” You say, moving to chase after Mark as he begins running in the opposite direction, tent long forgotten. “You’re lying!” 

“No I’m not! Haechan was there too!” 

“I was where?” Haechan yells, wondering what all the commotion is.

You and Mark stop, hands on your knees as you pant out. Tired from chasing the boy around in circles, you try and catch your breath. 

“Don’t,” Pant. “Listen,” Pant. “To him.”

“Remember that night we played spin the bottle?” Mark begins, still breathless.

The others begin to gather around, drawn to the scene by Haechans loud voice. “Yeah I do.” He starts. “When you and I kissed?”

“You what?!” Jaemin exclaims, “Wait, why was I not invited?”

“Haechan and I did not kiss!” Mark laughs, and you giggle, knowing full well that he was lying to save face.

Haechan shrugs, “Whatever you say.”

“The point is that Renjun got thrown up on.” 

Renjun cringes, “I don’t like to think about that.”

“Wait by who?” Jeno asks, not amused.

“By her!” Mark says, wagging his finger at you. “Damn near threw up in Renjun’s mouth, she pulled away just in time.”

“You kissed Renjun?” Jeno asks, surprise evident on his face. 

You ignore him, what was the big deal anyways? It was spin the bottle, you were all drunk, and it landed on you and Renjun. Who cares?

“Mark that happened months ago!” You protest, “I didn’t know my limits.”

“It should’ve been me!” Haechan whines, faking a wound to his chest.

“You wanted to get thrown up on? Or to kiss Renjun?” Mark asks, and it was definitely a necessary question but Haechan just flips him off as he walks away.

The others just laugh and you turn to walk away but are stopped by Jeno pulling you aside. He drags you a few steps into the trees, far enough from everyone else that you two could have a private conversation. 

“Who all have you kissed?” He asks. 

“Huh?” 

“Answer the question.”

“No, I don’t want to.” You state, confused on his attitude. “You’ve got some nerve to come over here and ask me that, considering how bitchy you’ve been.”

“Me? You’re the one who’s acting childish and ignoring me.”

“So what?” You spout. “And why do you care who I’ve kissed anyways?”

“I don’t.” He says, “I guess I just thought I was the first one of us to kiss you.”

“Oh,” You say, fire rising in your chest. “So that makes me worth less to you? Knowing I’ve kissed Mark, Renjun, and Jaemin before I kissed you?”

“No it doesn’t.” He replies. “But it does make me jealous.”

You scoff, “Jealous? You have no right, especially not after you left me all confused the other day! You made me feel like I did something wrong.”

“What are you talking about?” 

“You just walked out. Was I that disgusting that you didn’t want me to touch you? You made me feel like shit when you left like that. I don’t deserve to feel that way.” 

“Woah woah,” He stops you. “Back it up, disgusting? You’ve got it all wrong.”

“Well what was I supposed to think?”

He’s silent for a moment as he tries to think of what to say. “That’s not why I walked out. The truth is, I didn’t want you to feel pressured, and I felt like I was pushing boundaries and-”

“I said I wanted it, I wanted nothing more than to touch you after that and you just blew me off.” You state. “It’s like you pulled me in to just push me away.”

“I’m so sorry,” He apologies, “I had no idea you felt that way.”

“Jeno,” You start, here goes nothing. “I have to be transparent with you, okay?”

“Okay..” He trails.

You couldn’t do this anymore, you couldn’t pretend. 

“Please don’t lead me on anymore. I have feelings for you, and it hurts for you to act like this with me.” Your chest weighs heavy and you await his response.

“You have feelings for me?”

“Don’t make me say it again.” You mumble, unable to make eye contact with the male beside you. You had thought it was completely obvious.

“I do too.”

You look up at him, “What?”

“Why do you think I asked for your help in the first place?”

“Because you needed a date?” You ask, confused.

He smiles, “My plan was never to get another date. I was hoping maybe at the end, I could just ask you. But then we ran into Sumin, and you found Sungchan and it all happened so fast, I just lost hope.” 

“I’m jealous knowing that our other friends have kissed you before, because I always imagined I’d be the first. In a world where I wasn’t too much of a pussy to ask you out.” Jeno continues, crunching sticks beneath his feet. “Instead I thought this stupid idea could get me somewhere. I was an idiot to think you wouldn’t have a date in the palm of your hand awaiting your call.”

You stay silent as he gathers his thoughts. He leans against a tree, “I’ve never had a girlfriend because I’ve been waiting for you, all the guys know and that’s why the tease me.”

Your head is spinning, that was why? He didn’t date other girls because of you? This couldn’t be true, how had you not seen it all this time?

“Well, more like waiting for me to grow the balls to ask you out. ‘Cause the time never felt right. But now, seeing you with Sungchan, seeing the way he looks at you. It felt like if I didn’t do something now, I’d lose you. But I acted even worse, and I made you think I didn’t like you in the process. I’m sorry, I’ve acted like a total jerk, but I won’t you let you go another minute thinking I don’t want you.”

You’re speechless at his confession, everything made sense now. Why he was so reluctant with Sumin. Why he really didn’t like Sungchan. It all fell together.

“Jeno,” You smile. “Just kiss me.” 

And he does, but it’s different this time. It’s slow and passionate, like a kiss is supposed to be. It’s not messy and needy like before, no it’s the opposite.

But it felt right, it felt better. 

“Tell me honestly,” He says as he pulls away, going to stroke your hair. “Am I a better kisser than Jaemin?”

Mood ruined.

You hit his chest, “Are you serious? You finish kissing the life out of me and then you ask me that? Romance is dead.” 

He laughs, but you can tell he’s still awaiting your response. “In all fairness, I can’t really say. That night was embarrassing. I took his shirt off and then we cringed and vowed to never speak of it again.” 

“So you’re not in love with Renjun, Mark, or Jaemin?” He asks, for clarification. 

“No, I swear.” You tease. “You’re the only idiot I’m dumb enough to like. But who’s to say that you’re not in love with Sumin?” 

“Sumin? How much do you want to bet that her and Sungchan are hooking up right now.” Jeno asks, and you had completely forgot about Sungchan.

“Oh no! Sungchan!” 

“What?”

“Sungchan expected to come out here and get laid.” You pause, nervous of Jeno’s reaction. 

But he seems understanding. “I had the same agreement with Sumin.”

Before you can respond, his eyes widen. “But you’re not going to anymore right?”

“No!” Rolling your eyes you look away. Though you smirk as you tug on his belt loop. “But do you plan on letting me get your pants off tonight?”

“Wow, you’re horny.” 

“Shut up!” You pout, “Come on, lets go out there and hope that our dates decided they like each other more than us.” 

Jeno nods his head and follows suit, the two of you returning from the trees to find some of the boys building a fire. 

“It’s not even dark.” You quirk an eyebrow.

“No but Chenle has an app that says sunset is in an hour.” Jaemin responds. Poor boy never knows what’s going on. “Anyways, where are yall’s dates? I thought you were with them.”

“No?” Jeno questions, furrowing his eye brows. 

“Oh, well they disappeared like twenty minutes ago.” 

You and Jeno look at each other, mentally celebrating. You’re glad that Sungchan had found some way to get laid this weekend, maybe not in the way he expected but, a win is a win. “You two look suspicious, whats going on? Please try and keep it down if you two decide to get freaky again.”

Jeno looks shocked at that, “You know?”

“I was there, and you two weren’t exactly quiet.” Jaemin deadpans, nose scrunching as he recalls the nights events. “You were all ‘Mmm yes so tight.’ I wanted to die.”

Oh god, he had heard all that? Why didn’t Jeno look embarrassed? You wanted to melt.

“Well,” Jeno says, pulling you closer to him by your waist. “There’s more where that came from, maybe try and wear earplugs.”

Your face grows hot as Jaemin starts complaining, “So what, are you two together now or?”

And a glint of hope appears in your eyes, “I’d like to be your girlfriend, you know. Your first.” You tease.

Jeno grins, “And I’d love to be your boyfriend.”

Jaemin gags at the scene, “Quit being gross and come help me start this fire.”

Your now-boyfriend Jeno moves to help Jaemin, Haechan approaching the three of you. “Woo! I heard from back there! Congrats Jeno!”

Chuckling, Jeno looks over at you, proud to know that you were officially his.

Though Renjun approaches the scene, “What about the others? Sungchan and whats-her-name?” 

“Sumin.” You correct. “I don’t even know, they ran off apparently.”

“Wait, just to clarify.” Jeno speaks up. “We’re kicking them out of our tents right?”

“Duh.”

-

The night comes shortly after. All of you, including your former dates, gathered around the campfire. And you’re glad to see Sungchan looks smitten with Sumin, you shooting him a thumbs up as he sees Jeno’s hand on your thigh.

He knew the entire time, he wasn’t stupid, he was just waiting for the two of you to realize. 

Seems like you were the only one who didn’t know of Jeno’s feelings for you.

The boys steadily trickle out, retreating to the comfort of their tents. Tired and red eye looking, but as you hear noises out of Haechan’s tent, you know they’re doing anything but sleeping.

You and Jeno bid the others goodnight, him helping you up and into the tent he so graciously put up himself. 

You giggle as he attempts to slip into his sleeping bag, “You don’t actually plan on sleeping do you?”

He looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” You say, grinning slyly. “You still haven’t let me see what’s under the belt, baby.”

To be honest, you were really turned on by Jeno right now. Especially now, upon finding out he sleeps shirtless, you needed him so bad. Your mind couldn’t even think straight with him like this.

You’re cut from your daze at a loud moan that rips through the air, presumably coming from another tent. “Freaks.” You scoff, acting like you’re different.

A smile happens upon Jeno’s face. “I bet we can be louder.”

Grinning back, you feel yourself getting wetter. “Challenge accepted.”

He starts kissing up on your neck, making your arousal leak out even more. You’re set in his lap, grinding against him, and you can feel him hard under you.

You had to get those sweats off. 

You were a little shaky undoing his pants, his cock pretty in the light. Long and with a bulging vein on the underside. You moan at the sight of it, not wanting to wait to get it inside you. 

And there’s not a single regret donning your tongue as you lap up Jeno’s thick cock. Precum was gathered at the base, pink and glistening. And it looked so good, too good even. 

He moans out in ecstasy, truly not caring who heard. He thought this was the hottest thing ever, he had dreamed of this for so long, and now he was allowing himself to have it. To revel in you and you pretty eyes that looked up at him as you gag around him. All of it was nearly enough to finish him.

“No no, stop. Don’t wanna cum yet.” He pleads, but you barely let up. His hands resting on your head, unconsciously pushing it down. Until he gains strength to pull you off, bringing you up to meet his mouth.  Jeno had waited too long for this for him to cum without being inside you first. 

He pulls you into a messy kiss, tongues clashing and saliva dripping out. He fondles your breasts through your shirt, then moves to pull at the hem.

“Off.” He begs, and you oblige. His mouth immediately lands on your nipple, latching his hand onto the other, twisting and sucking fervently. 

“S-So good.” You let out, loving the way he was treating you. But you were impatient, and you had enough of the teasing.

“Need you in me Jeno..” You whine, pouting as he ignores you. He stays how he is for a few more seconds until he releases you from his mouth. 

He quickly goes to remove his bottoms fully, as well as yours. And you felt your wetness pooling by the second. “I can’t wait anymore, need to fuck you.”

And you’re glad, as you watch him line up his pretty cock with your entrance, you were sure you could finish from the sight alone. 

“Fuck..” He moans out, throwing his head back in pleasure as he slips into you. Wet and warm, he never wants to leave. He bottoms out, tip hitting your cervix as he asks for permission to move and you nod your head, desperate. 

You loved the way he stretched you out, unable to hide the string of moans that left your mouth. He felt so good inside you as his tip kissed your g-spot with every thrust. 

He rubs his thumb on your clit as you moan even louder. “Yes! Don’t stop! Mm.”

“It’s always been you.” He chokes out. “Always wanted you under me like this.” And you can’t deny the heat that it sends straight to your core, causing you to clench around him. “Better than I could have imagined.”

He doesn’t let up, desire taking over him as he bullies his cock into your cunt at a brutal pace. He was truly unlike anyone you had ever been with before. 

He rubs his thumb on your clit as he thrusts into you, bringing you the most pleasure you’re sure you’ve felt in your life. 

He silences your moans with a kiss, swallowing them into his mouth. Your arms clawing at his back, which was sure to leave marks. He slows his thrusts and you can tell hes getting close. 

“It’s okay, I’m close too. Cum, cum inside.” 

His eyes widen as he hears your words, this was a dream come true. 

“I-” He sputters, shaking his head.

“I’m on the pill.” You interrupt. “Please Jeno, please, need your cum in me.”

You moan out that you’re close and he’s right behind you, spilling out his seed into you as you orgasm. Your climax coming on strongly, and you can feel your legs trembling. He bites his lip, grunting as he finishes as well, filling you to the brim. 

You and Jeno just heavily breathe, him laying on top you slightly before getting up to remove himself. If it were up to you though, you’d keep him in you all night. Though, Jeno was a man of good hygiene, first and foremost. 

You let out a wince as he slides out of you, the empty feeling settling over you. 

He grabs a water bottle and pours it into one of the towels in your tent, and you smile, thankful he was going to clean you up. He wipes around your sensitive areas and slips your bottoms on, you still out of breath. You get both of your clothes on and sorted, ready to sleep now.

You’re sharing a moment of silence when your tent starts shaking rapidly, the shadow of two people appearing as you realize its your friends messing with you.

“Could you two be any louder ?!”

“You’re disgusting!”

“Tent’s have thin walls, you know?!”

You just bury your face into Jeno’s chest, laughing at the commotion.

“Leave my girl and I alone!” Jeno shouts out playfully, caressing your head.

My girl?

You could get used to that. 

[another-identityofmine]

Sweet sensation

warnings: brief insecurity, mirror sex, spitting, light spanking (f receiving), cumming on mirror (m doing), licking cum off mirror, pet names “good girl” and “pretty girl”, tasting one’s juices, public sex (in office but within store with customers present), swearing umm…yup. You may be wondering how the hell I’m able to listen to a smooth tune like this, and write filthy snit…I dunno.

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“And I said, that it’s out of stock.” You scoff and huff at the prissy customer. This whole argument has been on going since the damned lady came up to you with a bitchy attitude about how out of stock of her favorite lipstick.

Her wrinkled, lipstick-stained lips curl and her nose scrunches, pissed off, “Well then why don’t you get fuckin more?” She barks back, jabbing her chunky fingers into a fist on her hips. You glare back at her and open your lips to snap, until you feel a whoosh of air behind you, as if someone has walked up behind you suddenly.

You feel a stiff hand that curls and molds perfectly onto your shoulder, and there’s immediately silence. The customer only scoffs, rolling her eyes and walking away unamused and pissed off. You turn around when the hand loosely slides off of you, so you turn to whoever was behind you.

Mr. Presley. Your eyes widen but you immediately stay composed when you see the frown on those precious lips, and a sigh escape from your boss. “This is the 6th time you’ve upset a customer.” His buttery, honeyed accent speaks out to you, and you just cross your arms over your chest. Ruthlessly, carelessly.

He takes a step closer to you, and you can almost inhale his tangy, spicy cologne that lingers on his suit that he wears. A dark violet v-neck, with a dangling chain that rests against the nestles of chest hair that peaks out. You bite your lip, now he’s definitely got your attention. “I said, this is the 6th time you’ve upset a customer.” He speaks out, more firmly and stern.

You finally raise your chin and glance up at him, with a shrug of your shoulders. “I don’t know what to tell you, they’re all here and gettin’ at me as if it’s my fault the items are out of stock.” You say, standing your ground. He inhales deeply and breathes out, clearly bothered and sick of your attitude. “But the least ya could do, is tell ‘em nicely. Do you not care?” He sighs, and your eyes meet his blue, dashing gaze.

There’s a silence that grows, before he smirks softly and steps a little closer. Your plump breasts nearly touching his broad chest. “Unless, it’s for a different reason?” There’s teasing in his voice. And you purse your lips, “No Mr. Presley, I do care…and besides what other reading could there be?”

A smirk widens on his lips, chuckling lightly, “you could be wanting my attention, huh?” His voice drops to a sultry low. Your cheeks immediately run warm, burning pink. You then decide to cock your hip out slightly with a little “humph”, grazing his hip with yours. “Maybe I am?” You play his game a little further.

You’re suddenly pressed against the wood of his office door, his arms surrounding around your head. He’s dangerously close to your face, breathing hotly against your cheek. “Hun, m’gonna ask ya this okay? Do you wanna go further?” He whispers for consent, finally glancing up into your eyes. With a plead in those blue orbs. You smile and nod slowly, “yes, I do”

You dare, and he gently presses his plump, soft lips to yours. His fine, perfect nose smooshes against yours and he softly groans again the kiss.

He pulls away, breathing heavily through his nose and he smiles. With pink, hot cheeks and a toothy grin, he grabs your hand and guides you to his office chair that’s planted across a large mirror. Plopping down onto the cushion, he pulls you in to snugly sit on his lap.

Lowering your round, tight ass onto his lap. You both glance over at your reflection across, and his eyes fixated on your clothed asscheeks pressing to his growing hard, prominent bulge. He bites his lip and he bucks his hips into your ass, gasping softly at the sweet sensation.

It’s in no time that you both are half naked down, his pants are hung at his calves while you still keep your seat at his lap. He smirks and hooks his smooth, freshly shaven chin to your shoulder. He delicately peels off your panties, and his eyes widen. He stares at the reflection of your beautiful body, while you flutter your eyes closed. insecure.

Your flushed lips that glisten under his office lamp, shadow beneath the locks of curls from maturity. Your dark, wiry, curls of pubic hair. He chomps down onto his lower lip with a mute whine at the back of his throat, as his eyes bore into the delicious sight.

With your eyes still closed, the cool air onto your sensitive parts make you shiver slightly. You stammer out with quick embarrassment, “l-look, I-I uh know, it’s not what uh you like maybe have thought- I-I just d-don’t shave down th-“ with not even the time to explain yourself, you feel his fingers dig into your cheek. “Open your eyes,” he says in a deep, aroused voice. You feel his clothed cock twitch heavily beneath your thigh.

You flicker your eyes open just to have your chin forced to drop down and glance into the mirror. You gasp softly at how wide your legs are open and exposed, your vagina pratically on display for him. “This is what beauty is, ya hear? Dontcha doubt it.” He speaks out firmly, before pressing his lips to your shoulder. “Okay, hunny?” He whispers warmly, his tone a little softer that moment. You nod slowly and he smirks. “That’s better, pretty girl.”

It’s not long til his tip prods at your sticky, wet and warm entrance. Your pubic hair curls and tickles at the shaft of his cock, and the sight alone makes him whimper softly. “Okay pretty girl, wantcha eyes open and on the mirror. Watch me fuck you nice and how a man should, ya hear?” You nod weakly, flickering your eyes up to the cloudy mirror across. The jaw dropping sight ahead.

His hairy, thick and jiggly thighs all spread and between yours to secure your place atop of him. His red tip pressing against the delicate skin of your shiny, wet womanhood. Both glistening from the evident arousal of yours and his. You gulp and swallow before you drool an even messier lake on him.

His fat, red and tender tip slowly enters, and his eyes already roll to the back of his skull from just the feel of your walls engulfing his length into you. “F-fuckkk,” he heaves out and bites his lip toughly. Grabbing your hips to stabilize you, “taste your delicious self, pretty. Taste yourself.” He sneaks a tan hand to your thigh, dipping his fingers between your joined bodies. Your sticky juices gather on his fingers before he finally picks up his head and glares into your eyes through the mirror, ignoring for now the burning and sweet sensation of your pussy. “give ya self a nice good lick, ain’tcha sweet?” You both watch as your pink, wide tongue drags against his fingers. Lapping up your own tangy, yet honey savored arousal. You swear you feel him twitch inside of you, milking out more precum to join your sticky walls. He quickly lingers a hand down, and gathers more arousal to his fingers and brings them to his own lips. He makes sure to create fine contact as he puts them into his lips and sucks them eagerly, moaning at the taste.

“Fucking hell, is this why you wanted my damn attention? To taste this delicious pussy of yours?” He groans out, popping his fingers outta his mouth and wander his wet digits to press directly to your sensitive hooded clit. You nod lazily and he eases his cock into you with a smirk.

His balls press to your pussy lips when he bottoms out and you both string out guttural, throaty moans out of you. His jaw dropped and breathy pants escape his lips as he watches himself fucking into you through the reflection.You can’t help but stare with half-lidded eyes as you slightly jump with every thrust of his.

And he only picks up his pace.

”this why ya being bitchy to them goddamned customers? Ya wanted mah attention didn’tcha?” He gasps out, his fingers hooked onto your meaty hip and he moans. The sticky sounds of his pounding fill the air. He feel one hand release your hip to smack a firm palm to your fine ass.

“answer me! Ya wanted this didntcha? Tell the fucking truth.” He growls through gritted teeth, you both still watching the mirror and panting in sync. You nod vigorously and grip the armrest to the creaky seater. “Yes! Oh gosh, y-yes! I wanted this!” You scream and blurt out, not giving a rat’s ass if customers were just outside his office door. Especially that bitchy old lady.

He smiles and kneads your stinging ass cheek into the palm of his hand, then mapping his hands to the mound of your pubic hair and lightly tap on your sensitive clit. “Pretty good girl, aren’t ya?” He smiles and hums out, rubbing then tight circles on your nub and you immediately throw your head back. He lets you, wanting not to bother you while to watch this mesmerizing image.

His cock sinking in and out in a rhythmic pace, his cock glistening between your spread pussy lips as he quickly stuffs himself back into you. You feel a sweet bubbly sensation in the pit of your stomach, and your vagina wall’s immediately squeeze his cock. He moves his fingers faster against your hood, and you whine out, “oh, s-shit, shit, shit!” Your head rolls back and forth, glancing at the mirror heavily with ragged breaths. And he only goes on.

“Now ya as tight as a Virgin? Gon’ come on my cock like a good girl now right?” Is all he says, before you see stars flooding your vision. Sex has never felt this good, and you don’t know if it’ll ever be again. He rides you through your orgasm, chasing his high.

A loud groan echoes through the room, popping his cock out of your sweet pussy to release spurts on spurts of white, creamy, strings of sperm. There’s a moment, to catch your breath, and your eyes flutter open to meet the sight. The mirror now messy with his seed that drips down slowly. Feeling brave and teasing, you wobbly crawl off his lap to kneel on the floor and lap up his cum on your tongue. You pull away, to swallow and his eyes widen.

He smiles a big one on his handsome face, his blue, now navy blue eyes speak only lust. Clicking his tongue and shaking his head, “now you’re a real good girl, not wasting a drop of my cum now? All’s forgiven. Hell.” He sighs out, his shiny cock soften against the light bush of his dark curls and you only hum softly.

“Sounds good”

[devilat-thedoor]

Hands to Yourself Pt5

🤍Oh Babes🤍

Only gonna preface this one by saying sorry & pls forgive me💖 P.S. HAPPY FUCKING STARCATCHER DAY🤍🤍🤍🤍

Part 4

Word Count: 11.4k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING! mentions of SA)18+ Minors DNI, a lot of angst and sadness in this part. some fluff, a lil smut. Unprotected Sex, Fighting(verbal & physical). i don’t know, there’s probably more that i’m missing.

And if I ever catch the ones who hurt you, I’m hoping that God looks away this time…

The overhead light illuminated the kitchen as someone flicked the switch. Sage looked up in horror, yanking her hands from Jake like a kid caught in the cookie jar. Jake was taking several steps from her, trying to speak to you. You stared blankly, Odessa’s voice was ringing in your ears as well, but you couldn’t pick up on any of the words. It felt like you were in a fever dream.

Blinking away the tears, your anger came back in full force. “I’ll fucking end you!” You picked up the wine bottle from the island and set your sights on Sage. Just as you reeled your arm back to throw the bottle, someone behind you snatched it from your hand. “You stupid fucking bitch.” You spat the words at her as you lunged across the kitchen towards her. Balling your hand up, you threw a jab, catching her cheek. She brought her hands up to shield her face from your attack. When you went to land another hit, your knuckles connected with her nose before a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders, locking your arms at your side. You flailed and kicked, “Let go of me! LET GO!” You screamed at whoever was holding onto you. Josh.

His soft, even voice broke through the cloud of rage, “Y/N, calm down for a second…”

You wriggled out of his grip, turning to face him. “Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!” You shoved Josh’s chest and whipped your attention back around to Sage. She tried to tuck herself behind Sam to hide but when he saw your face, he stepped aside, giving you full access to her. “You’re a fucking snake!” You picked up the closest thing on the island, a glass, and chucked it at her. She ducked away just in time, the cup colliding with the wall and shattering.

She held her hands up, a pleading tone in her voice. “He wanted it! It wasn’t just me, Y/N!”

Your face twisted in disgust as you inched closer to her, “He wanted it?” Your eyes flashed to Jake, his eyes wide as he opened his mouth to speak. You didn’t give him the chance. “I don't know what kind of shit goes on in that convoluted mind of yours…” Your face was mere centimeters from hers as you spit your venom soaked words at her, “You fucking took advantage of him!” Your palm cracked across her face, the sound echoing through the room. Everyone stared in stunned silence as you grabbed her hair, dragging her through the kitchen and into the living room. “Get the fuck out of my house.” Shoving the back of her head, you released her hair. “Sage, I swear to god, if I ever see your face again… Stay away from me and stay the fuck away from Jake.”

She turned to look at you as she walked backwards towards the front hallway, blood dripping from her nose and the corner of her mouth. “It won’t be much longer before he realizes he doesn’t want you…” The threat left her mouth with an evil smirk as she slipped through the front door, closing it behind her.

When you turned back around, you were met with a slew of cautious faces. Nobody made a sound, afraid of what you might do. Your breath was leaving your lungs in angry huffs as you pushed past the crowded doorway and back into the kitchen. “Where is Jake?” You half yelled when he wasn’t in the spot he had previously been in.

Odessa’s hand landed on your shoulder. “Babe, hey. Take a breath for-” You cut her off, ripping your body from her touch.

“If one more of you tell me to fucking relax, I-” You paused, taking a deep breath, “Get the fuck out.” Your finger shot in the direction of the door as you shouted at the group. “All of you get out of my fucking house. Please.” None of them made a move, except for Josh. He came up, placing his hand on your back in what was meant to be a soothing manner, but it only fueled your anger more. You pulled away from him, slamming your fist into the refrigerator door. “FUCK!” You didn’t give anybody else the chance to say anything as you stormed out of the kitchen.

Heading for your bedroom in search of your boyfriend, you stopped when you noticed the bathroom door cracked, a glimmer of light seeping through the small opening. You stepped closer, hearing a quiet sob. Pushing through the door, you found Jake. He was in a heap on the floor in front of the toilet, his body shaking with ragged cries and unsteady breaths. You shut the door behind you and dropped to the floor beside him. “Jake, baby…” You tugged on his arm, pulling him up from the cold tiles. “Honey, look at me, please. Are you okay?” Using your hoodie sleeve, you wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth.

His bloodshot eyes were full of sorrow, matching the rest of his tear-soaked face. “I’m so- I’m so sorry.” His words choked out through hiccups and cries. You felt your own tears begin to fall at the state he was in. “I didn’t-... You have to-” You cupped his face as he struggled to say what he wanted to, wiping away his tears as they flowed. “Y/N…” Your name ripped from his throat in the form of a sob. It was the most heart wrenching sound you’d ever heard.

“Jake, no…” You pulled him against you, holding him tight to your chest. He tucked his knees into his chest and curled into you, so vulnerable and childlike. You knew the alcohol in his system was amplifying his emotions, but you’d never seen him like this. The pain you felt multiplied with every whimper he made. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Jacob. Do you hear me?” You brushed your hands over his hair, wanting nothing more than to comfort and console him. This was your fault. You let her into your lives. Into your relationship. You fucked up and Jake had paid the price for it. When you heard his breathing start to even out, you spoke in the softest voice, “Baby, can I take you to bed, please?” His eyes were half shut as he looked up at you, giving a nod. You stood up, helping Jake to his feet with you. You kept a grip on his waist as you led him out of the bathroom, surprised to find that everyone had really left upon your request.

Pushing your bedroom door open, you shuffled Jake inside and sat him on the edge of the bed. “Can I take these off of you, Jake?” You gestured to his swim trunks. He mumbled an approval, lifting from the bed and allowing you to pull the swimsuit down his legs. “Just stand here for a second longer, baby.” You went to his dresser to grab a pair of boxers and returned, helping him put them on. “Get into bed, Jakey.” You peeled the duvet back and he slipped in, nestling against the pillows and closing his eyes. You pulled the blanket over him and turned to leave the room and clean up the mess in the kitchen.

Jake’s hand caught your wrist in a loose grasp. “Please don’t leave me.” His voice was so dejected. “I can’t lose you…” He trailed off, quiet snores leaving his mouth as it hung open.

You chewed on your trembling lip, as the tears began streaming down your face. He thinks you’re mad at him? You watched his face as he slept, silently crying to yourself. Crawling into bed behind him, you snuck one arm under his neck and draped the other around his torso, resting your palm flat on his chest. Right over his steadily beating heart. You pressed your lips to his back, letting them linger there for a bit. You knew he was in a deep slumber. Nothing was going to wake him until the morning, but you still whispered to him, “You’ll never lose me, Jake.”

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The morning came fast. Unsure of what time you had fallen asleep, you awoke with a slight pounding in your head. Your hand slid over the bed, reaching for your boyfriend out of habit, only to find you were alone. You sat up to check the time on your phone, but it wasn’t in its usual spot on your nightstand. Remembering that it never came to bed with you, the memories from the night before flooded your brain like a tsunami. Your feet were dragging you from the bed and out of the room before your brain could comprehend the movements. Where is he? Stepping into the hallway, you opened your mouth to call his name but closed it as your ears caught the soft notes of the acoustic strings floating through the air. You followed the sound to the spare bedroom where the door sat opened. Lingering in the doorway, you watched Jake, sat in the dark burgundy, tufted leather chair, picking out a somber melody on his guitar.

The floor creaked beneath you, alerting him of your presence. He looked up at you, “Hey…” His tone was low, as though he was scared. You noticed his eyes first, still red, still carrying that same sad look.. He pulled his lips in and looked down at his fingers, resting on the strings. You took a few steps forward, wanting nothing more than to hold him but when his face turned back to you, it halted you in your tracks. His expression was pained as a tear slid down his cheek, dripping from his chin and onto the guitar. “I thought she was you.” He kept his voice quiet, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. “I was too drunk… I swear I didn’t know. I would’ve never-”

“Jake,” You took the acoustic from his hand and laid it on the floor as you knelt in front of him. “That’s the point. You were drunk. Baby, I am not mad at you… You did nothing wrong.” You held his hands in yours as you spoke. “Do you understand me?”

He dropped his gaze to the floor. “I can’t stop picturing your face when you came into the kitchen. The hurt… Betrayal.” He took a shaky breath, “It made me sick… The thought that I caused it.”

Grabbing his face, you forced his attention back to you. “Baby, look at me. I need you to really hear what I’m about to say.” You waited for his eyes to connect with yours and spoke in a calming voice, “You did not cause me any hurt, Jake. She took advantage of you.” You couldn’t bring yourself to say her name, but you continued, “You were drunk and she used that to her convenience. What she did was assault. Do you understand that?”

Jake leaned into your touch, his eyes falling shut for a moment. “I should’ve known better. I did know better.” His tone was becoming slightly frantic. “It didn’t feel right. I knew something was wrong. If I would’ve just trusted my gut, this wouldn’t have happened.” He pulled away, flopping back into the chair with a huff.

“Jacob enough!” Your outburst startled him and you quickly regained your composure, bringing your voice back down, “Stop blaming yourself. You’re the victim here, Jake..” Grabbing his hand again, you hauled him out of the chair and wrapped your arms around him. “This is my fault. I led her straight into our lives. I let her manipulate me and feed me her bullshit lies. I gave her exactly what she wanted and you wound up being collateral damage. I’m so sorry, baby. I will spend the rest of my life proving to you how sorry I am.”

He let his arms circle your back, holding you to him as he placed a kiss to the top of your head. “There was know way to tell what kind of person she was gonna turn out to be…” You chewed on your lip as he spoke into your hair, “It’s over now. She’s out of our lives and you made sure of that last night from what Josh told me.”

You looked up at him then, your brows knitted together. “You talked to Josh? When?”

“This morning. I went to get a drink of water and saw the shattered glass on the kitchen floor.” His hand rubbed mindlessly up and down your back, “I started to remember a little of everything… Called Josh to fill in the blanks while I cleaned up the glass. He said that you dragged her out of the house by her hair after I went to the bathroom.”

Thinking back on the scene, you remembered her parting words, ‘It won’t be much longer…’ An unsettling feeling arose in your chest as you pictured the sinister smile on her face. You laid your head on his chest, allowing the sound of his heart to soothe your anxiety “I don’t think she’ll let go that easily, Jake…”

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It had been a couple weeks since the day of the cookout. Things were starting to feel normal again. The remaining days of your week off were spent mostly alone, in the house, with Jake. Josh popped in once or twice to check on his twin, but neither you or Jake had the energy or patience to be social. When you went back to work, the days seemed shorter. Business was great, but you weren’t as short staffed as you had been and it was a huge relief. It was about 10:30 on a Wednesday morning in mid July and you were on your way to the garage to get the truck and start your work day. As you pulled your car into its spot in the alleyway, your phone pinged with a notification. You shut the engine off and grabbed the phone from the cupholder, seeing the little pink camera icon.

Instagram: New Message Request

Unhooking your seatbelt, you clicked on the notification and waited for it to load. You began gathering your things to get out of the car as the thumbnail for a video appeared on the screen. You looked at the username at the top of the page, not recognizing it, and stepped out, closing the driver side door and hitting the button to lock the car. Tapping on the thumbnail you stood and watched. The video had no sound and it was dark, you couldn’t make out anything aside from shadows. Assuming it was some kind of joke, you made a move to click out of it but something stopped you as your finger went to slide out of the app. There was a flash of something that caught your eye. A face. Your face. You pulled the phone closer to your eyes to watch, searching for a hint of what this was. The pixelation proved that the video was taken from afar and zoomed in to capture the moment. You were asleep, laying on someone. The camera panned over the person beneath you. Jake? The blurry lens played a cruel trick as the camera drifted upwards to show the mess of matted curls. Josh. “What the hell?” You whispered to yourself as whoever was operating the video zoomed out, revealing that they were on the outside of a window looking in at you and Josh. From the new point of view, you could see your limp body draped over Josh’s, your head on his bare chest and a blanket pulled over the two of you. A mirror image of how you and Jake had slept on the couch together just a few weeks ago. Then it was over, the 40 second video restarting and playing on a loop. When you closed the video to reveal the message thread, there was a text. ‘One isn’t enough… You had to have all three? What will Jake say?’ Your thoughts were swimming, trying to process what this was. One isn’t enough? Why did that sound familiar? A chill creeped through your body. You knew this had to be the same person who sent Jake that picture of you and Sam. You were terrified at the thought that there was somebody out there, watching you from a distance. But what scared you even more is that you had no recollection of the night this video had been taken. You didn’t have an innocent story to explain this one to Jake. What will he say?

Closing Instagram, you opened your phone up to find Ally’s contact info. There was no way you would be able to focus on the truck today with this happening. She picked up on the third ring, “Hello? Y/N?”

“Ally, I know it’s your day off, but is there any way you can run the truck today?” She was the only person you trusted enough to handle your business when you were sick or, in this case, had an emergency. “I’ll give you Friday off, I just- Something personal came up that needs my attention.”

You could hear her yawn on her end, “Yeah, that’s no problem. Can you give me like 20 minutes to throw some clothes on and I’ll meet you at the garage?”

“Okay, yeah. Great. Thank you so much, Ally. I’ll see you soon.” You hung up the phone, breathing out a sigh of relief. Small problem handled… You stared down at the phone in your hand, contemplating whether to bite the bullet and call Jake or wait until you got home to talk about it in person. Before you could make a decision, your ringtone sounded, causing you to jump. There was his name, as if just thinking about him had manifested him. You stared at it, anxiety coursing through your body, wondering if he had gotten the same message. If he was calling to tear into you about the video. Your hands shook as you pressed the green button and brought the phone to your ear. “Hello?” Your voice came out almost too quietly and you cleared your throat, repeating the greeting, “Hello? Jake?”

“Hey, love.” His tone was light and sweet, catching you off guard. “I’m sorry I overslept this morning. I didn’t get the chance to kiss you goodbye.” When you didn’t say anything, he continued the one sided conversation. “Uhhh. Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for having a fresh pot of coffee ready for me and see if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight?” You were picking at the skin on your lip, too lost in your own head to hear what he was saying. His voice came through louder, “Y/N, Are you there?”

You blinked, giving your head a slight shake to clear it, “Yeah, I’m here. I’m sorry, baby. What were you saying?”

“Uh. I- I was asking if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight…Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Umm…Actually, I’m gonna be back home in like, a half hour.” Your mouth felt dry as you spoke, “I’m just waiting on Ally to get here.”

You could hear the concern in Jake’s voice, “Are you sick? What’s wrong?”

The situation was starting to make you feel sick. “N-No. I got a- We just need to talk, that’s all.”

“Talk about what, Y/N?”

Ally was pulling in then, putting her car in park beside yours. “Jake, Ally just got here, I’ll see you at home. I love you.” He didn’t get the chance to respond before you hung up the phone. Shoving the device into your back pocket, you greeted Ally, “I’m so sorry for this being last minute, but I appreciate you more than you know.” You fumbled with your keys, struggling to remove the ring that held the keys for the garage and the truck.

She waved you off, “Girl, It’s no problem at all. Is everything okay?”

Finally pulling the loop free, you placed the keys in her palm with a heavy sigh. “I’m not entirely sure, honestly.” You gave a tight smile, “If there are any issues today, just give me a call. I’ll have my phone on me. Just make it an early day and I’ll meet you back here at four to get the keys and lock up, okay?” She gave a nod of understanding. “Thank you so much for this, Ally, really.” You gave a final wave as you got back into your car and pulled out of the space.

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Entering the house felt odd. It was eerily quiet. You left your keys on the hook and slipped your shoes off to walk into the living room. Jake was sitting on the edge of the couch, chewing on his fingernails while his legs bounced rapidly. He was on edge. His demeanor, a stark contrast to the sweetness he’d had on the phone with you. Maybe he was just as anxious as you were? But you weren’t sure how his mood would shift once he learned about the message you got. You approached him slowly. “Jake…”

His head shot up, but his body moved faster. He was standing in front of you in a flash, holding your shoulders. “What’s going on? Did something happen to you? Was it her? Did Sa-”

You threw your hands up with a cringe, stopping him from saying her name. “Can we sit down, please. I need to show you something.”

“Yeah, okay.” He pulled you to the couch, allowing you to take a seat before he followed suit. “What is it?”

Studying him for a moment as his foot tapped on the floor, you wondered what had happened between the time you’d gotten off the phone with him to now. You could tell he was growing impatient with your hesitation. “That message that you got a few weeks ago… from the random Instagram account…” Opening up the thread on your phone, you handed it to him, “I got one this morning.” You didn’t elaborate any further, just let him watch for himself.

He clicked the play button and you watched his expressions morph as the video progressed. Confusion. Apprehension. Realization. He watched the loop play over and over for what felt like an eternity. When he finally pushed it out of the way, he saw the message that came with it. “What the fuck is this, Y/N?”

His tone had you nervous as you stammered for something to say. “I don’t know. It’s just- I-“

“You don’t know? Why were you with my brother like that, Y/N?” The growing volume of his voice made you flinch. “Did you sleep with him?”

Your eyes blew wide. How could he think that? “Jacob…” You felt like you were going to pass out.

When you didn’t answer his question, he asked it again. “Did you fuck Josh?!”

“NO JAKE!” You raised your voice right back at him but he wasn’t phased. “Why would you even ask me that?” He trusted you. Didn’t he? “Jake, I didn’t sleep with your brother! With either of them, for fucks sake.”

“Then tell me what’s going on here,” He shoved the phone back into your hands, “Because this is painting a pretty fucking specific picture.”

Unshed tears burned in the corners of your eyes, “I don’t know, Jake. I don’t remember this. I-“

He cut you off, standing up to pace the living room. “You don’t remember? So you don’t even know if you slept with him or not?” You’d never seen him blow up like this. Not at you. He never directed his anger at you, never yelled at you, even when you deserved it.

You felt so small, intimidated by his booming voice and accusations. But still, you stood your ground “I would never, Jake. You know that. You know me!” Your tears were flowing freely now as you stood to meet him. “I would never even dream of cheating on you, I told you that! I don’t want anybody but you!”

The look on his face was one you could’ve gone your whole life without seeing ever again. The same look he had when he was in pieces on the bathroom floor that night. The anger had dissipated from his tone, carrying a heavy sadness now. His next words cut you like a blade. “You don’t want anybody else, but you wanted her… You fucked her. Brought her into our bed…” It was a low blow and he knew it, but he still put the cherry on top, “I’m not enough for you, am I?”

He was already backing away from you, towards the door. “Baby, please…” You were crying hard, chasing after him. “Jake, don’t leave. Please.” You couldn’t get a response out of him, he wouldn’t even look at you as he put his shoes on and pulled the door open. “I love you…” The last three words hung in the air as he slammed the heavy door shut in your face, leaving you to clean up the mess you’d made of your relationship. Why is this happening…

You sunk to the floor, staring at the door. The wall he put up between the two of you. A barrier to protect himself from you. From the hurt that you keep causing him. You buried your head in your hands, sobbing in the cold silence of your home. He just left. He wouldn’t hear you out. You couldn’t blame him, though. This was so much worse than the photo he’d received of you and his little brother. At least you could explain that one. But this? You went back to the couch to get your phone. You sat, watching the video loop play, trying to find any kind of context that may be there. Nothing. You called Jake, ready to beg him to just come back home. Come back to you. He wouldn’t answer, but you kept trying. Call after call, text after text. After an hour, you gave up and called Josh, maybe he would have some kind of insight on the video. No answer. So you texted him.

You 12:42pm: need to talk to you. something happened, Jake left and he won’t answer my calls

His response came almost immediately.

Joshy 12:44pm: He’s here

You 12:45pm: at your house? i’m coming now.

You rushed to put your shoes on and head out the door when another text came through.

Joshy 12:47pm: don’t come. he needs to cool down.

You hit the phone icon at the top of the screen, calling Josh’s number again only to be met with the voicemail. He stopped returning your texts. There was nothing you could do. If you went to Josh’s, you ran the risk of pushing Jake further away from you. The thought was terrifying. You trudged mindlessly through the house, doing little tasks to keep your mind busy, until there was nothing left. So you sat, planted on the couch, staring into space while time ticked by. Only snapping out of your trance when your phone pinged on the cushion beside you. A text from Ally, letting you know she was on her way back to the garage. Almost 4 hours had gone by since Jake walked out the door. You hauled yourself off of the couch to go meet Ally. The only motivation being that he might be here by the time you got back…

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7:56pm. He’s not coming home.

You called him when you’d gotten back from the garage. No answer. Called again before your shower at 6pm. Nothing. You sat on the edge of your bed, on Jake’s side, and clicked his contact. Just one more try. You listened as it rang, willing him to answer. To just hear his voice, to know that he’s okay, that he’s safe, that was all you needed. But the voicemail was all there was.

You grabbed Jake’s pillow, hugging it to you as you slid down to the carpeted floor. Pressing your face to the soft fabric, you breathed in, inhaling the lingering scent of him. Hot tears spilled over your lashes and onto the pillow. You were beginning to lose hope that he’d come back to you. Maybe this was a fuck up you couldn’t make up for. Laying on the floor, curled into the fetal position, you cried into the pillow. Your chest was on fire with your ragged breathing, eyes swollen and bloodshot. You let everything out until there was nothing left. Until your body gave in to the dismal exhaustion and you eventually passed out.

“Y/N…” His voice echoed in your head. You could feel his touch, his hand so gentle on your back, in your dream. “Baby, wake up.” The words were so clear, so warm, as if he was here. Like he never left. Your body shook, startling you. Your eyes snapped open to see Jake, kneeling in front of you. It’s not a dream… He’s here. He came home. “Why are you on the floor, love?”

You sat up, throwing your body into his, hugging him, holding him. You needed to be sure this was real, not some sick joke your mind was playing on you. “You came back.” You whispered the words into his shirt, clinging to him as though he’d float away if you let go. And you still weren’t entirely sure that he wouldn’t. “I didn’t think you’d come home… back to me.”

He pressed his lips together, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Come sit with me, we need to talk.” He stood up, taking your hand in his and led you out into the living room. You didn’t open your mouth to speak, afraid that you might upset him again. He sat you on the couch and retreated to the kitchen. Your nerves were causing your hands to shake and you rubbed them up and down your legs to make it stop. “Here, my love.” Jake’s return startled you, but what caught you even more off guard was his soft tone. The use of your pet name. A complete 180 from the last time he’d spoken to you, just hours ago.

You blinked up at him as he held a glass of wine out to you. You were cautious as you took the glass from his hand, unsure of what was about to unfold. You dropped your eyes to floor, “Jake, I-”

He cut you off, sitting down beside you, “No. Me first.” He took a long drink from his glass. “I acted like an ass this morning. I’m sorry, Y/N, you didn’t deserve that.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, listening to him. “I got freaked out when you said that you were coming home and we needed to talk. I didn’t know what to expect. While I waited for you to get here, I got a weird message and then you came in and showed me that video and I didn’t know what to think.”

You looked at him then, placing your glass on the coffee table. “Jake, I can’t offer an explanation for that video. I may not remember it, but I know in my heart that I did not cheat on you. I didn’t sleep with Josh.” You took a deep, shaky breath, “I know how bad it looks…But If you don’t have trust for me then-“

“No, I do trust you.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him. “And I know you didn’t sleep with him, he told me.” You allowed yourself to lean into his side and hear him out, “I went straight to his place when I left, told him about the video. I described it to him without having the actual thing to show him and he knew exactly what I was talking about.”

“He knew about the video?”

“Not the video, just the night in question.” He rubbed his thumb over your palm as he continued, “It was earlier this year. When you thought the house was haunted.” He said it with a chuckle. You thought back, remembering little details about that night.

Late March. The winter chill was finally gone, letting the light warmth of spring blanket the atmosphere. Jake left early in the morning with Sam. They had flown home for a few days to do an appearance at one of the local radio stations in their hometown. You were used to being home and sleeping alone, as much as Jake was on tour, so the two nights by yourself were nothing. You crawled into bed that night, calling your boyfriend to tell him goodnight, before laying your head on the pillow and passing out. Something had woken you, but you weren’t sure what it was. You leaned over to check the time on your phone. It was after 12am. You decided to get up to use the bathroom before you tried to go back to sleep. On your way back to bed, you passed the spare bedroom, Jake’s study. You stopped when you heard what sounded like papers being shuffled around. Peeking through the crack in the door, you couldn’t make anything out in the darkness. As you gripped the knob to push the door open further, you were startled by the sound of shattering glass, causing you to run back to your room, slamming the door shut and locking it. You picked your phone up and called Jake and tucked yourself in the far corner of the bed, furthest from the door.

“Baby…?” His voice was groggy and sleep ridden. You’d woken him up.

“Jake? Something is happening in the house.”

He was more alert after hearing your frantic tone. “What do you mean? Are you okay?”

“I think our house is haunted, Jake. There’s a ghost!” You stared at the door, realizing how ridiculous you sounded.

You heard him groan through the phone, “Y/N… You woke me up in the middle of the night because you think there’s a ghost in the house?” He paused, waiting for you to respond, but you stayed quiet. “Okay, my love… Why- What happened…” He patiently listened to you tell him what you’d heard. “Do you hear anything else?”

You chewed on your lip for a moment, quietly listening for any sound. “No…” You stood up from the bed and tiptoed to the door, “I’m gonna go look.”

Now Jake’s tone was frantic, “Be careful! Someone could’ve broken in.”

You stopped in your tracks, “Don’t say that, Jake! I’m here by myself!” Your hands were shaking. “I didn’t even think of that… What if there’s someone out there?!”

“Baby, just stay in the room, I’m gonna call Josh to come check on everything.”

“Okay…”

You stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him to call you back. A text came instead. ‘On the phone with Josh. he’s on his way.’

Fourteen minutes had gone by. You were chewing on your fingernails when you heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

“Y/N? It’s me.” You pulled the door open to find Josh. “I don’t think there’s anybody here…” He was rubbing his eyes, clearly sleepy, and still on the phone with his twin.

“Did you check the spare bedroom?”

He turned in the direction of the room and started down the hallway. You followed and watched as he pushed the door open and flicked the light on, revealing one of the crystal whiskey glasses, in pieces, on the floor in front of the liquor cabinet that sat below a window. Josh bent down to pick up the chunks of glass, examining them. “It must’ve just been sitting too close to the edge.” He gave a shrug, tossing the pieces into the small trash can by the chair. “There’s nobody here, Y/N. And no ghosts either…” He ushered you out of the room and walked you back to your own bedroom, speaking into the phone. “Yeah, man. There’s nobody here, the doors are locked.”

You looked up at Josh, “I don’t wanna stay here… Not by myself.”

He rubbed his hand over his face, listening to his brother talk on the other end. “Yeah… I can… Okay… See you tomorrow.” You stared at him as he hung up the phone, a questioning look on your face. “Jake wants me to take you back to my place. He’s gonna catch the first flight back in the morning. You nodded in compliance, happy to get out of your creepy home. When you got back to Josh’s, he’d made you a bed on the couch and you fell asleep almost instantly and Jake was there by the time you woke up in the morning.”

“But I slept on the couch by myself, Josh was in his bed all night…” You looked up at Jake then, “You were there in the morning, you know-.”

He held his hand to stop you, “I know, love.” He kissed the top of your head before divulging the story that Josh had told him. “He said he woke up to you in a fit, having some kind of nightmare? I don’t know… But he tried to wake you up and you just clung to him, whispering my name. You thought he was me. So he let you believe it and just stayed with you until you calmed down and fell back asleep. Once he knew you were out, he got up and went back to his room.”

Your face twisted in confusion, “No… It wasn’t a nightmare.” You shook your head, the pieces falling back together. “No, I remember waking up on his couch. I don’t know what woke me up, but I just remember feeling like I was being watched. I don’t know… I- I don’t remember Josh coming out of his room.” You sat up, turning to face your boyfriend. “Jake, somebody was watching me. Someone has been watching me.” You dropped your head into your hands, scratching your nails over your prickling scalp. “You said you got a message…” Recalling his statement from earlier in the conversation, you picked your head up to look at him. “What was it?”

He set his own glass down, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “It came from some text app number, I can only assume it’s the same person sending the Instagram messages.” He held the device out to you. “I wasn’t sure what it meant. But since you got that video, I guess…” He trailed off, as you took the phone.

You looked at his face before turning your attention to the screen. The green text bubble was taunting you as you scanned the message. ‘Don’t let her act innocent. She’s keeping secrets from you.’ You huffed an exasperated sigh, “Secrets? What secrets?”

“Baby…” Jake’s tone was cautious, as though he was afraid to say what he was thinking. “Do you think this is Sage?”

You sat back against the couch, pondering the idea. Why hadn’t you thought of that? “No.” You shook your head, staring at the floor, “We just met her like a month and a half ago, Jake… I wouldn’t put this past her at this point, but it just doesn’t make sense.” Picking your glass up, you downed the whole thing, letting it wash away as much of your anxiety as it could. “That video is from March. How have I not noticed somebody fucking stalking me?” Your breathing started to pick up and Jake could sense the impending panic attack.

He moved to kneel on the floor in front of you, taking your face in his hands. “Look at me.” He kept his voice soft and calm, “We’ll figure this all out, my love. I promise you.” You leaned into his touch, the feeling that you’d been craving since he left you in the front hallway this morning. “I don’t care what kind of pictures or videos or fucking texts we get… My trust in you will not falter. Not again.” You allowed him to pull your lips to his, kissing you gently. You melted into him, sliding off the couch and into his lap. He held you so carefully, like you were made of gold. When he broke away from your lips, he brushed his nose against yours, “I love you more than anything in this life and the next.” He pressed his lips to your forehead and you closed your eyes, holding onto the feeling of him. As though you may never have this again. “You wanna take a hot bath?” You nodded but didn’t make a move to get up. “Go run the water, I’m gonna refill our glasses.” You pecked his lips one last time before following his instruction.

You stood in the guest bathroom, waiting for the tub to fill up. Jake came in with the two glasses, half full, and the bottle tucked under his arm. He set the bottle and both glasses on the floor beside the bathtub. “Come here, pretty girl.” You let him take the bottom hem of your shirt and pull it over your head before sliding your shorts and panties down your legs. “Get in.” He held your hand for balance as you stepped into the steaming water. He waited for you to sit down, removing his own clothes, and climbed in behind you. You settled between his legs, laying back against his chest.

You let the hot water melt away the stress and anxiety from the day. You knew that whatever was happening wasn’t over, but right now, all you wanted was to relax and be with Jake. Your sweet, warm, beautiful boy. “Can I have my wine, please?” He gently pushed you forward so he could lean out of the tub to retrieve the glasses. “Thank you, baby.”

He wrapped his arm around your stomach to pull you back against him. “You’re welcome, love.” He kissed your hair as his hand stayed planted on your abdomen.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a while until the water started to lose some of its warmth. “Jake?” You said his name so quietly, you almost thought he didn’t hear you.

“Yes, my love?” He spoke into your neck, nuzzling his nose against you.

“If you ever leave me like that again…” You paused, fighting back the tears that threatened to fill your eyes. “It’s gonna have to be for good, Jake…” You took a shuddering breath, prompting him to lift his face from your neck, his body tense. “The look you gave me. Like you were disgusted with me.” You cringed thinking back on it, “ The feeling in my chest when you walked out that door… I don’t ever want to feel that again.” Your lip trembled as the first tear slid down your cheek.

Jake shifted behind you, “Y/N, I never had any intention of leaving you…” He turned your body so you were facing him in the water. “I know I said things that I can’t take back, baby. I know that.” He cupped your face, wiping your tears away, “I needed to step away from the situation and calm down. Sure, there was a better way to handle it, but I-.” He paused, his panic evident in the way his breathing picked up. “You have to know that I would never leave you, Y/N. There is nobody else for me.” His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign that you believed him. “Baby, please tell me you know that.”

His pleading eyes softened you and you pulled him into an embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I know, Jake. I just- We’ve never had trouble communicating before, you can’t just walk out on me like that.” He pulled you onto his lap, holding you tightly as he nodded in understanding. “I just want things to go back to how they were before I met her…” You dropped your head as you whispered, a shiver coursing through your body.

“They will, my love. I’ll make sure of it.” He kissed your cheek, “Let’s get you out of here and into something warm.” You stood up and let him wrap a towel around you before leading you down the hall to your bedroom. You dried your body off and let your hair out of its bun. Jake dug through his dresser to find clothes. “Do you want shorts, or just a t-.” When he turned to face you, you were already in bed, tucked beneath the duvet. “Did you even put underwear on?”

You gave him an innocent smile as you shook your head. “Come to bed, Jakey.” He flicked the overhead light off and turned the lamp on his nightstand on. You watched as he pulled the towel from his body and climbed into bed with you. “I just wanna be close to you.” You rolled into him, resting your head on his chest and tangling your legs with his. After a few quiet moments, you felt Jake shift, his erection leaving a prominent tent in the comforter. You let out a quiet giggle and moved your leg, letting your knee nudge his cock. “We can’t just cuddle without interruption?” You raised your eyebrow as you looked at him.

He pushed your body off his, moving to lay on top of you. “Your beautiful naked body is draped over me. What do you expect, love?” You could feel him pressing into your hip and you moved your legs apart, letting him settle between them. Jake placed a warm kiss on your collarbone and you grasped his shoulders..

“Jake…” You waited for him to lift his head to meet your eyes. “Go slow, lover. Let’s just be in the moment together, please.” You pushed his hair behind his ear to get a better view of his face. “It’s been awhile since we really took our time with one another, baby.”

“Anything you want, my sweet girl.” He captured your lips in a kiss full of passion. Your hands circled his neck, fingers weaving into the hair at the nape. His right hand stayed planted on the mattress, holding his weight above you while his left traveled down your body, exploring the terrain. He pulled away from the kiss, “I don’t think there’s ever been a more perfect body than this.” You had your days of doubt and insecurity about your body, but the way Jake worshiped every inch of you, every imperfection, it made all the bad thoughts leave your mind on a one way train. “These soft, plump lips when you pout at me.” He caught your bottom lip between his fingers before giving you a quick peck. “This scar on your shoulder,” He pointed at the small, fading mark, “from when you insisted on riding that mechanical bull…” Another peck to the scar. “Don’t get me started on these…” He moved to your breasts, placing a peck to the swell of one before dragging his tongue over your nipple. You hummed as you watched him work his way down, listing off the things he adored about you. “Your skin is softest here,” The back of his fingers grazed over your tummy, right below your naval. “I could use this spot as a pillow for the rest of my days and every sleep would be fulfilling.” A kiss to your belly. “These legs…” He pulled your leg up, running his fingers down the length of it, “They could make a train stop on a dime.” A trail of kisses down your thigh until he settled between, inches from your core. He reached for your hand and you let your fingers intertwine with his. “Your hands might be my favorite. Only second to your heart.” His lips brushed your fingertips for a moment. “When I come home from a tour, or even just after a bad day, the second your hands wrap around me…” His eyes met yours, “You put them right here,” He pointed to his chest, “Right over my heart. And I can feel every ounce of stress melt away from me. Only your hands have the power to do that, Y/N.” He held your stare for a few more seconds before dropping his eyes to your center. “And this…” He paused, running his finger through your arousal. “God, she gets so wet for me.” His finger passed over your clit so lightly.

“Hmm. Only for you, baby.” Your back arched off of the bed. His hand was still locked with yours and you squeezed it just as his tongue lapped at your pussy. He stuck to your request to go slow, drawing tiny circles over your clit with the tip of his tongue. You rested your head against the pillows, relishing in the feeling. His free hand dipped low, sinking one finger into you and you let out a gasp. Jake looked up at you through his dark lashes, watching as you began to squirm. The sight before him had his dick throbbing. He wanted nothing more than to devour you until you were a dripping mess beneath him, but he also wanted to take his time, savor the moment with you. Because you were right, it had been awhile. And now he was realizing how many of the little details about you he was missing. The way you fought to keep your face relaxed, rolling your head from side to side. He curled his finger, waiting for the inevitable whimper to leave your mouth. There it was. The sound came in the form of his name, drawn out into a pitched whine. He couldn’t help himself from grinding into the mattress. You looked down at him and found his eyes already on your own. Sitting up slightly, you pulled his hand, prompting him to stop and crawl up your body. He laid his chest over yours as you pulled his lips to yours, tasting yourself on them. The kiss was soft. Instead of fighting for dominance, your tongues worked in tune with each other, flowing together in a seamless rhythm. You drew your legs apart, making space for Jake to fit between them and he backed out of the kiss, searching your face. He gave you a look, silently asking for permission and you nodded. “I want it, Jake. Please.” He reconnected your lips, using it as a distraction while he reached between your bodies to grab himself, guiding his cock to your entrance. When he began pushing into you, your mouth dropped open, taking in a deep breath. You stared at the ceiling, feeling him stretch you slowly and he took the opportunity to leave wet kisses over your jaw and down your throat. Once he finally bottomed out, you both sighed in unison. He slid out a bit before he started rolling his hips. There was no rush in the way he moved and you could feel every part of him. Every fine detail of his cock as it filled you over and over. “Oh Jake…” Your moans were quiet, made up of breathy whines and sighs.

“How does it feel, love?” His nose brushed against your cheek and you wrapped your legs around him, giving him the angle to push deeper. “Hmm. I love the way you fit around me. Can’t ever get enough of you, Y/N.” He let his forehead rest on yours, his breath fanning over your face. Your hands went to his back, holding him as though he may float away. Jake found a steady rhythm with his thrusts, each stroke grazing over the most delicious spot inside of you.

Your eyes rolled as your legs tightened around him. “So good, baby. Feels so good when you love me like this.” The tension was building in your stomach, growing with every movement he made. He could feel you clenching him. The way your pussy gripped him, luring him closer to his climax. “We’re almost there, Jakey. I can feel it.” Your nails dug into his shoulders as the threads of your orgasm started to burst. “I love you…” His eyes caught yours as you said it. Those three words uttered from your mouth was it for him. His mouth landed on yours, hungrily eating up your moans as his hips began to falter. A groan roared from deep in his chest and you could feel the vibration of it against your body. The final seam ripped and your orgasm came crashing down around you, flooding your brain and dulling all of your senses. The only thought left in your mind was Jake. You grasped at his skin, drawing him as close as you could get him, but it still wasn’t enough. It would never be close enough.

He buried his face into your neck, hips staggering as he spilled into you, filling you with his warm release. “F-fuck, baby…I fucking love you.” The words were muffled against your skin, but you heard him loud and clear. His body went limp atop of yours, forcing all of his weight onto you. Your hands caressed his back, aiding him in his descent.

When his chest had finally stopped heaving, he made a move to pull out of you, but you kept your legs around him. “Not yet, baby. Just stay for a little longer.” He halted, propping himself on his elbows to look down at you, his gaze full of adoration and the purest of love. You reached up to push the hair from his sweat drenched face and cupped his cheeks. “My beautiful boy.” He turned his head to kiss your palm and you could’ve sworn you felt your heart grow bigger. “My Jake.” You whispered just as his lips brushed yours.

You laid there for a while. Just existing together was enough for you and him both. At some point Jake had finally pulled out of you, but he didn’t move. He stayed sprawled over you, completely spent, his body blanketing yours until he started to doze. You dragged your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp and lulling him to sleep. When you heard his soft snores echoing throughout the room, you kissed the top of his head, and allowed sleep to consume you as well.

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You awoke the next morning, still bathed in Jake’s warmth as his limbs tangled with yours. Rubbing your hands over your eyes, you unraveled yourself from your boyfriend to stretch your muscles. Your back arched as your hands reached above your head, smoothing out the tension from your night’s rest. A satisfied hum vibrated from your mouth as you turned on your side to look at Jake. He looked so serene. His face relaxed, lips parted as his breath escaped. You brought your finger to his nose, unable to resist, and traced along the bridge. Starting between his eyebrows, your fingers glided down to the very tip. His tongue shot out to lick his dry lips as his brow furrowed. Suppressing the giggle that threatened to rise from your throat, you did it again, watching him stir. “Jakey, baby…” Your tone was light and sweet, “Wake up, Jake.” You poked his cheek.

He grabbed your hand with a groan, pulling it away from his face without opening his eyes. “What do you need, love?” His raspy morning voice always sent butterflies askew in your stomach.

You sat up and tossed your leg over him, straddling his waist. “Let’s go get breakfast.” He peeled his eyes open, allowing them to adjust to the sunlight streaming through the curtains, and placed his hands on your thighs. “I wanna go to that coffee shop that we met at. The one in the city.”

A smile graced his features, “We haven’t been there in so long.” Jake let his fingers interlock with yours as he stared up at you above him, admiring how beautiful you looked in the mornings. Wild, knotted hair and bright eyes, your skin glowing in the warm sunlight. His eyes traveled down your naked body to where you sat on him, the duvet pooling at your hips, “You better get up now or we won’t be going anywhere today, my love.” He shifted beneath you and you could feel his morning erection press into your ass cheek.

Looking down at him, a smirk tugging at your lip, you scooted backwards. “Maybe we can spare a little time.” You leaned forward to adjust your position before settling back down, his cock nestled between your folds. You began rolling your hips, gliding your wetness over his length. “What do you think, lover?” Your pace quickened for a few seconds, only to slow down again.

“Oh shit.” Jake’s hand went to your hips, trying to make you move faster. “Baby, don’t torture me.” His eyes were pleading for you to let him in.

You just flashed him your smile and pulled his hands from your body, pinning them above his head. “It’s not torture, Jacob.” Your breasts were hovering in his face as you leaned over him. “Don’t touch. Just enjoy the ride, baby.” He lifted his head to press his lips to your hardened nipple and you sat back up, resuming your position on top of him. “Can you do that for me? Keep your hands to yourself and I’ll make it so easy for you.” You resumed your grinding before he could answer. Jake relaxed, letting you take care of him, trusting your words to make it easy. He kept his hands in place, grasping at the pillows as you sped up. Your clit brushed over his tip and you both shivered from the contact. He was so hard, the thick vein protruding from the bottom of his cock adding the sweetest bit of pressure.

His hips jutted, sending a shockwave through your body. It flipped a switch and you planted your hands on his chest, slipping against him at a mind blowing pace. Jake fought with himself, struggling to keep his hands off of you, “Jesus, Y/N.” He was a panting mess, his legs kicking against the mattress behind you. “Please don’t stop…” His words sounded strangled, squeezing through his tight throat. You set your sights on the approaching climax, working hard to make sure you and Jake came together. Just as that familiar burn began to spread in your tummy, you heard a voice echo through your home, calling out to Jake. Your eyes went wide as you started to slow your movements. “Don’t you fucking stop, don’t you dare.” The urgency in his tone matched with the pleading look on his face drove you mad. The same voice called his name again but you tuned it out as you sped up. Your pooling arousal allowed you to slide effortlessly over his length and the bed rocked under your bodies from the rapid movements. Throwing your head back, you placed your hands on his thighs behind you, winding your hips in a circle and Jake was done for. He shuddered beneath you, grunting out a slew of curses as ropes of cum shot out to paint his abdomen. “That’s it, baby. S-So good.” His eyes were screwed shut as he murmured the praise. If you weren’t completely overcome by your own orgasm, you would’ve heard the knocking on your bedroom door. Your legs clamped around him as convulsions ripped through you.

You dropped your hands to either side of Jake’s head, breathing heavily, when the knocks sounded again. “Are you guys fucking done in there?” Josh yelled through the door, a hint of laughter in his tone. You covered your mouth to hide a giggle and rolled off of your boyfriend. Jake grumbled as he got up, using his towel from the night before to wipe himself off, and pulled a pair of boxers on. You yanked the comforter over yourself to hide your naked body just as he pulled the door open, revealing Josh with his shit-eating grin. “I must say, I’m glad to see you’ve made up. Splendid!”

Jake rolled his eyes at his twin, “Why are you here, Josh?”

Josh feigned a look of hurt. “Well, if you’d answer your damn phone.” He lifted his hand, holding a notebook in front of Jake’s face and waved it. “I had some ideas this morning. Lyrics, possible concepts. Wanted you to take a look.” He shoved the book into his brother’s chest, prompting him to grab it.

He forced the book back at Josh, “I can’t right now. We have breakfast plans.” Jake gestured between you and him, his focus never leaving Josh.

You watched as they bickered back and forth, allowing it to go on for a couple minutes until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay, children…” They both turned to you in unison and you smiled, loving the moments when they were perfectly in sync. “I will go and get breakfast for all of us. You two can stay here and work out whatever this is.” You didn’t give either of them a chance to say anything, “No go away so I can get dressed.” Jake pushed the door shut in Josh’s face, but you heard him holler a ‘Thanks, mama.’ through the barrier as you rose from the bed.

“I could’ve made him leave, Y/N” He walked over to you, pouting his lip. “I wanted to go to the cafe, just the two of us.” You pulled your panties on, listening to him make his argument, and then went to the closet. He followed you, lingering in the doorway.

You put on a pair of black leggings and pulled a plain white, cropped tee from its hanger, turning to Jake. “I’ll be back in less than an hour, baby.” His hands found your waist, drawing you closer to him. You placed your hand over his chest before giving him a quick peck, “You know Josh doesn’t come to you unless he’s onto something really good.”

His eyes fell shut as he soaked your words up, nodding in understanding. “You don’t always have to be right about everything.” Jake slid his hands over your ass, giving it a playful squeeze. “Okay, but don’t take too long.” He left one more soft kiss to your lips before letting you move past him and out of the bedroom.

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You parked your car by the curb, grabbing a few quarters to throw in the meter. Jake had texted you on your drive into the city to let you know that Danny and Sam would be coming to your home as well. When you got out of the car, you sent him a response, asking for a list of everyone’s drink and food orders. After tossing the change into the parking meter, earning you 30 minutes, you walked the half block towards the coffee shop. It was crowded inside the cafe, busier than usual for 10 am on a Thursday. You stepped up to the line, reading over the text that held the order requests before switching apps to occupy your time. When the barista called you up, you read everything off the list, finishing with your own items and giving her your debit card. She took it with a smile, swiping it down the side of the card reader and handed it back to you. You pulled a $20 bill from your wallet and stuffed it into the tip jar as you moved to the other end of the counter to wait for your name to be called. Just as you unlocked your phone to text Jake, letting him know you’d be back soon, something caught your attention. You looked up into the mess of people littering the small area, your eyes landing on a curtain of brown hair, shielding a face that was turned down, staring at a phone screen. You squinted, trying to be sure it was who thought. But when she lifted her head, her eyes instantly landing on you, it wasn’t her face you were looking at. It was her shirt. Jake’s shirt. You would recognize the black, acid washed garment anywhere, it was one of a kind. Slowly your eyes traveled up to her face, a deer in headlights expression plastered there. A barista called your name then, causing you to look away from her and when you turned back, she was weaving through the sea of customers and out the door. You grabbed the cup holder and bags that held your order and rushed out the door, ready to confront her for stealing from your home, from your boyfriend. But when you hit the sidewalk, whipping your head in both directions, she was just gone.

Your palms were sweating with fury the whole drive home. When you tramped through the front door, Jake instantly knew something was off. He came up, taking the loaded cup holder from your hands, “What happened, Y/N?” He followed you into the kitchen, where his brother all stood around the island. “Are you okay?” He placed the drinks down and turned you to face him.

“I fucking saw her.” Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as your temper grew. “That snake bitch stole your shirt Jake! She fucking took it from our bedroom floor and she’s wearing it.” You didn’t need to say her name, he knew who you were referring to.

He rubbed his hand up and down your arms in a soothing manner, willing you to relax. “What do you mean, love? What shirt?” He kept his voice calm despite the sick feeling in his chest. You described the shirt to him.

“I was wearing it that night. When we-” You paused, knowing the guys were listening to your entire conversation. “When I woke up and went into the bedroom the next morning, it was gone. I dug through every piece of clothing in that room.” Taking a deep breath, you huffed the air out of your lungs, “She was in the coffee shop… Wearing it like it fucking belonged to her. She had no fucking right.” You didn’t realize you were shaking until Jake wrapped you in his arms, tucking you against him. He whispered into your hair, little things that he knew would calm you.

When Sammy opened his mouth to speak from behind you, your head snapped to look at him. “She really is obsessed with you…” You waited for him to elaborate but he was completely clueless.

Jake was the one to push, “What are you talking about, Sam?”

His little brother shrugged, “I thought the way she threw herself at you in Atlanta was a little odd, but she’s really coming into stalker territory.”

You looked from Sam to Jake, brows furrowed. Atlanta? He hadn’t been in Atlanta since March? “Jake, what is he talking about?”

He was just as puzzled as you were, trying to put pieces together. “I never met her in Atlanta, Sam. I didn’t know who she was until Odessa introduced her at the bar two months ago?”

“Yes you did.” Now Sam was the one confused, “When we were down there to work with that producer that label tried to pair us with. Odessa drove down to visit Danny and brought Sage with her.” He paused, sipping his coffee. “We were at that western themed bar and she kept trying to buy you drinks and hang on you.” You could see Jake’s gears turning, the memory settling into place. “After she was all over Y/N at the bar and then me at the cookout…I don’t know. I chalked it up to her just enjoying attention… But now…” He trailed off, shaking his head.

“The blonde? At the cowboy bar with Odessa… The blonde girl was Sage?” Jake looked at Danny for confirmation and he gave a gentle nod. “How did I not connect those dots? I can’t even remember seeing her face that night.”

Josh chimed in, “Probably because you were worried about Y/N that whole weekend.” He flicked his eyes to you, an apologetic look on his face.

You looked up at Jake, remembering that time, “I was supposed to make the trip down with Dess, but my dad got sick… I had to drive home.” A sickening feeling started to ripple through your insides. “Jake, she’s-” Your voice shook as you fought back the nausea working its way up your esophagus.

He knew what you were thinking as his brothers all stared at you, trying to draw their own conclusions. “Baby, no. You don’t think-.”

“It’s all been her.”

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Birthday Moments: Mason

l hughes!sister au l lola hughes l mason x lola l

January 30, 2024

"Happy Birthday Mase!" Lola smiled brightly. She held out a little cupcake with a single candle in it. "Make a wish and blow out the candle!"

Mason took the little cake and made his wish. He broke the cupcake in half and shared part of the delicacy with the pretty girl he had a crush on.

"Did your wish come true?" Lola asked at the end of the night. Mason shook his head no. There was no way his wish was coming true this year. Maybe next year. "What was it?"

"Can't it's a secret. It might now come true if I spill" Mason smiled to himself. There was always next year.

one year later

Mason looked around the airport, trying to see if Lola was there. They were meeting up during the all star break and going on a little vacay together, just the two of them.

Lola spotted her boyfriend standing by himself and took off running towards him. She launched herself into his arms when she got close enough and gave him a birthday kiss.

"Mmm thank you" he hummed happily

"For what?" Lola cocked her head to the side.

"My wish from last year was a kiss for my birthday .... from you" Mason smirked going in for another kiss, this was going to be a good year.

January 30, 2027

Once again it was his birthday and Mason was out at some bar. He and Lola weren't going to be together this year, but the boys were more than willing to help make up for that by taking him out.

hey you alone?

Mason didn't have a chance to say anything back as he received a video from her. Not really he opened it and started watching. It started off by Lola dancing.

"Oh shit" Mason got a little flustered and dropped his phone on the table when Lola started to take off her clothes and her movements began getting a bit more risqué.

"What are you watching?" Trevor reached for the device. Mason attempted to snag it at the same time, but Trevor got it first. There wasn't anything new he hadn't seen already, aside from a new tattoo she had in her ribs.

"Oh my god, my eyes" he threw the phone as well. This garnered the attention of the others in their party, who were now interested to know what was up.

Mason quickly pocketed his phone. He used the bathroom quickly and headed home where he could fully appreciate the video. The next day Lola gave him a call in-between interviews and events.

"Like your present?"

"Yes, but not before half the guys saw it and I had to take of my hard on in the bathroom"

January 30, 2032

"She's kicking again. Feel feel feel" Lola took Mason's hand. She placed it where she could feel babygirl moving around. Only as soon as he touched her belly babygirl stopped. This happened a lot.

"She stopped again." Mason sighed removing his hand from her belly. "Let's just face it, she hates me already"

"No she doesn't! She just doesn't know you. You've been gone a lot and she- wait a minute" Lola turned around, she felt a couple of jabs against her kidney.

"Young lady, you gotta be nice to your daddy. Especially today. It's his birthday, how nice would that be? Agree?" Lola rubbed her stomach.

They tried again, this time Mason felt the little wave underneath his palm. A smile spread on his face. He crouched down to kiss her stomach.

"Hi Sweetie. It's daddy. I love you so much" He talked to her.

January 30, 2038

"Shh Zu, be quiet, we gotta surpise Daddy" Lacey held her baby sister and snuck into their parents bedroom with Lola trailing them with a little full of breakfast things.

Mason heard them, he had already been awake for a couple of hours now, but chose to pretend to be asleep to play into their "surprise."

Lacey placed Zuzu on the bed and climbed up after her. Zuzu went straight for Mason's face, smacking him with her little hands, biting his nose and cooing at him. Lacey just jumped on him eliciting an oof from him.

"Wake up Daddy, it's your birfday!" Lacey jumped on Mason, eliciting an oof from him, and effectively getting him up.

"It's my birthday? No way. I thought my birthday was last year." he took the baby off his face.

"Daddy!" Lacey rolled her eyes. She handed him a picture she drew of him with her and Zuzu and they ate donuts.

[sydsaint]

He might be an evil backstabber. But damn he sexy. <3

Summary: The reader is backstage when Carmelo finally reveals his true feelings about his so-called best friend, Trick Williams. The reader is appalled by his behavior. But Carmelo isn't about to let the best thang in his life just up and leave him without a fight.

You're standing backstage with an exhausted Roxanne Perez after she lost her title match against Lyra. You feel bad that Roxy lost the way that she did, but she asked you before the match even began not to interfere.

"I'm sorry you lost, Roxy." You offer her a comforting hug.

"Thanks, YN." Roxanne hugs you tightly. "You aren't going out there with Trick and Melo either?" She asks you.

You shake your head and let Roxy free of your crushing hug. "Nah, those two can handle Ilja." You wave your hand. "I'd only get in the way. And Trick deserves the spotlight tonight."

Roxanne nods in agreement and the two of you chat about her match for a few minutes. You are making a suggestion that you and Roxanne find Lola and exact some revenge when you see her face warp into one of shock and confusion.

"Roxy?" You catch her attention. "What's wrong?" You ask her.

"What the hell is Carmelo doing?" Roxanne points behind you at the monitor on the wall.

You turn around in confusion and look at the action in the monitor and your jaw drops. Trick and Carmelo are both in the ring after Trick's loss to Ilja. But Carmelo doesn't look like he's there to console his friend. No. You'd recognize that look of ill-intent plastered on your boyfriends face anywhere.

"Carmelo, no." You gasp as Melo takes Trick out in the middle of the ring. "Oh my god."

"You should go out there and do something!" Roxanne pops back up at your side.

You nod and take off for the ring. You run down the ramp and slip into the ring just as Carmelo is leaving. You lock eyes with Melo and stare at him in disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that." Carmelo stares down at you. "Come on. I don't need those doe eyes looking at me like that." He huffs.

"What did you do?" You reply in a hushed and hurt tone.

Carmelo lingers for a moment, almost like he's regretting his decision. "What I had to do. So don't act like I hurt you. This ain't got nothing to do with you, YN." He insists, like it'll somehow make the situation better.

You find the will to move and slip into the ring to help Trick. You help Trick up off the matt and Carmelo retreats backstage. You help Trick back to the trainers room and console him about Carmelo's betrayal.

"Did you know?" Trick looks at you with a hurt look. But you can't blame him for being distrustful of you right now.

"Of course I didn't, Trick." You assure him. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea." You shake your head, stilling having trouble coming to terms with everything yourself.

You hang around the trainers room for a while with Trick. But you know that eventually you'll have to head back to the hotel and confront your boyfriend. Trick assures you that he'll be alright and that you should go. A part of you doesn't want to leave his side, but you can understand Trick wanting some alone time.

You reluctantly head back to the hotel and go up to your room. When you get there Carmelo is waiting for you. You lock eyes with him sitting in a chair off to the side of the dim-lit room. Your nose scrunches into a sneer as you slam the door and stomp past Carmelo to the bathroom.

"Oh, so it's going to be like that then?" Carmelo snarks as you walk past him.

You stop in the doorway of the bathroom and turn around sharply on your heels. Carmelo is out of his seat now and on his feet.

"Don't even start with me you traitor!" You shout at Carmelo in an attempt to keep yourself from crying.

"So don't come in here ignoring me!" Carmelo raises his voice back at you. "What? You don't want to talk about what happened at all?" He scoffs.

You glare at Carmelo and jab a finger at his chest. "Talk about what? You throwing away a perfectly good friendship? And for what? Your damn ego?" You confront him. "God! Why, Carmelo? Why in the fuck would you do that?"

"Why are you so damn upset about it?" Carmelo shouts back at you. "It ain't like you n Trick were ever that close." He reminds you. "God, YN!" He huffs. "What do you want me to do? Leave?"

"Maybe you should." You reply in a quieter tone.

The angry look on Carmelo's face softens at your reply. His frustration starts to fade and he realizes who he's standing here yelling at right now.

"YN, baby." Melo takes a step forward with an outstretched hand. "Come on, you know I love you."

"You've said the same thing to Trick." You knock his hand away from you coldly.

Carmelo takes a deep breath. He didn't mean for any of this shit with Trick to involve you. He honestly didn't think it would upset you like it has. You and Trick are friends sure. But for you to be this upset about it?

"Do you really want me to leave?" Melo asks you softly. "Look at me then. If you can look me in the eyes and tell me to leave then I'll go. But you have to look at me." He insists.

You pick your gaze up from the floor and look Carmelo in the eyes. The two of you stare at one another for a moment, but you can't bring yourself to actually tell him to leave.

"I hate you." You sniffle and break your gaze.

"No you don't." Carmelo sighs and steps forward to pull you into a hug. "Look baby, I'm sorry I yelled, okay? And I'm sorry you're taking this so hard." He apologizes. "But I'm your ride or die, you know that. I need you."

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I can't get over of a Sevika crushing over someone all hungry heart eyes but everyone thinks she's angrily staring at s/o /reader

Omg yes. Those eyes would be burning into you. Have some leftover crush hcs

Her hands always find their place on you. Pulling your hair to get your attention, needlessly adjusting your armor, and making sure her fingers brush against yours whenever she steals your drink from you. She’ll stand too close, somehow ends up crowding you into a corner so she can lean a forearm on the wall above you. It’s definitely some kind of peacocking that shows off her height and muscles.

Her smell is intoxicating. It entrapts you completely until all of your senses are filled with her. The arm currently above your head leaves a space if you wanted to get away, as if anything other than her would cross your mind.

“You get this close to all your employees for a debriefing?”

“I’m just stretching. Rough workout this morning. You’d know, if you bothered to join me.” A quick jab was uttered under her breath that your ‘noodle arms would probably snap’ trying to keep up with her.

“And here I thought you were trying to impress me.” Not like she needed to try. A tall buff woman just needed to exist to capture your attention.

Sevika doesn’t have a stellar understanding of how to properly convey her emotions, nor does she know how to name what she feels. If you’re of the more stoic variety, I feel like she would be slightly more playful to compensate. Especially if she knows you find her attractive. I envision Sevika coming off very charming, already has you swooning before she even makes her way over to you, but then when she opens her mouth the most vulgar, crude pickup line comes out and the charm is ruined forever. She spends so much time at the brothel it seeps into her flirting. I can definitely see her slipping and asking how much someone is.

Sevika being a bully to her crush. Adores the hell out of them, but has a reputation to maintain. Maybe it’s even young revolutionary Sevika, and while I imagine her younger self was a total flirt, she would be too focused on making her way up the ranks to chase anyone. I think it’d be really endearing if she flirted with those she wasn’t serious about and was just looking for a stress-reliever/ fling, but is an ass to the girl she’s actually head-over-heels for. Perfect breeding ground for angst and miscommunication.

The new recruit is in the break room.

Everyone knows Sevika’s schedule when it comes to the public facilities. When she trains, when she showers, and when she likes her quiet time in the break room for lunch.

To make matters worse, you’re in her favorite chair too. The one with all of its legs, has a chipped corner, and was placed against the wall in a clear message of don’t fucking touch.

The smell of Jericho’s assaults Sevika’s nose and would be a great indicator of your meal if she were blind and couldn’t spot the residue smeared across your cheeks. A dangerous scowl in place, she approaches you and stops close enough that she knows you feel her looming presence over you.

You, the idiot that you are, don’t even glance up and continue with your meal like you weren’t about to meet death herself.

“Out of my seat, Rookie.”

Sevika’s expression tightens as her words hang in the air for a good few moments. You take your time savoring your food, your eyes catching hers briefly before flitting around the rest of the room like it wasn’t just the two of you.

“Excuse me?” Polite words were choked out in incredulity. Some part of Sevika latched onto the weakness and itched to torment, her younger days of preying on the meek and helpless fondly resurfacing. But she had mostly grown out of her hot-headed youth in favor of chasing bigger dreams.

“You’re excused. Out.”

“I meant-“ A notch formed between your brows. “I was here first!”

The fierce glare you fixed her with almost made Sevika slip up and crack a smile. A ballsy little thing, yelling at your boss in your first week.

Her retaliation doubled as a lesson and a bit of fun for herself, leaving you dumped on the floor with an effortless lift of the chair.

Also love the thought of her annoying her crush instead of the other way around

“Get out of my seat.”

Sevika couldn’t have hid her smirk if she tried. Heat was practically radiating off of the rookie, her anger so palpable that Sev didn’t need to look to know steam was pouring out of that pretty little head of hers.

“Don’t see your name on it.” Sevika fingers the page of her report leisurely before turning it, even though she could barely focus in the anticipation of waiting for those soft footsteps.

“You have. Your own.” Understandably, there was some pent up aggression in the rookie especially when it came to their claim of certain facets of the bar.

As with the usual initiation new employees of Silco go through, the existing goons made it tradition to fuck with them for their own amusement. A certain number of chairs were taken out to ensure there wasn’t enough for the rookie who was told the meeting was farther back than it was. There was always a shortage of something that week, designed to make the new ‘kid’ adapt a routine and get there far too early for the next week, when everything was replaced and it was like nothing had happened.

A little lingering trauma. A lot of fun memories for the crew. Team building.

She would understand one day, when another member joined.

Still. Even if it was over, Sevika couldn’t help herself. The fear in the rookie’s eyes during the first few days under Sev’s watch melted beautifully into vexed irritation. The first contender to ever dare to look at her that way.

“I think I like this one more.”

“Move.” The authoritative, stern tone she attempts comes out whiney. Her nose scrunches. Oh, Sev thinks she loves her.

“Make me, brat.” The silence that follows is more than a little disappointing. If Sev were a lovesick teen again, perhaps she wouldn’t be able to stop the worried glance upwards that reveals the falter in her control.

A beat. Two.

Then the report is knocked out of her hands and onto the table. Mouthiness, Sevika could take. But the disrespect would have to be corrected-

Every thought empties out of Sevika’s head at the warm body pressed against hers, her arm instinctively going to steady the added weight in her lap.

Both of them are frozen. Sevika, in fear that if she breathes, the lovely addition on her thigh would disappear. Rookie, stunned by the strong arm around her waist fitting so snug, like it was meant for holding her.

More silence. Then,

“You’re surprisingly comfortable to sit on.”

“I’ve gotten that review before.”

Sevika mourns the fact that she misses Rook’s reaction, because even though she’s seen it more than enough times to create a clear picture, the sight never fails to be the one damn thing in the Undercity to put a smile on her face. Pouting, downturned lips at the tease, nostrils flaring in an attempt to breathe through the rising annoyance, and the fluttering of eyes shut as she’d bite back a retort too sharp to say to her boss.