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thatchickwithtoomanyhobbies · 4 months ago

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Glasses (Stiles)

***Stiles reminds me of the type to constantly be losing his glasses only to find them in the most obvious place, so thus this story was born. He also reminds me of the type to have the worst temper you can imagine if his buttons get pushed enough. So please enjoy a very angry Drew Stiles.***

“Aiello, have you seen my glasses?” Of course Drew Stiles went and lost his glasses again for the third time that week.

“Unless they’re on your face where they’re supposed to be, I have no idea,” Aiello mumbled in his half-asleep state, not even bothering to roll over on his cot in his direction.

He was certain he put them on the crate next to his cot. If he didn’t find them real quickly, he was in deep trouble- not only with Pierson but because he couldn’t even see a foot in front of him without them.

“Come on! Help me!” he whined. It wasn’t like he could just go out and get a new pair somewhere. Everything looked like his baby cousin’s finger paintings without his glasses. If he couldn’t see, he’d probably step on a land mine and get himself or someone else killed.

“Ugh! Fine,” Aiello groaned, rolling out of his cot. “If it’ll make you shut up, I’ll help you. I can’t believe you interrupted my nap for this.” At that moment, Zussman and Daniels entered the tent.

“What’s going on in here?” Daniels asked Aiello, who was furiously shaking out his blankets looking for the lost glasses.

“This lousy mug went and lost his specs again,” he mumbled, nodding in Stiles’ direction. Of all times when he decides to take a nap it gets interrupted. He was beginning to catch a cold and just wanted to sleep it off before it got any worse.

“Where’d you have them last?” Zussman asked, glancing around the tent. They had to be around there somewhere.

“They were on the crate next to my bed, and now they’re gone! It’s not like they grew legs and walked away!” He was getting angry now, which he hated. He had had a bit of an anger problem when he was younger and although he mostly had it under control now, he could still lash out at people when he was mad enough.

“Alright, just calm down. We’ll look for them,” Daniels said, trying to calm the man. He’d already had his head bitten off by him once, and he would prefer it didn’t happen again.

“Have you looked under the beds yet?” Asked Zuss, getting on his stomach to check for lost spectacles under the cots.

“How am I supposed to look for my glasses when I can’t even see where I’m going?” He yelled.

“You could always look for them by braille,” Aiello snickered. He enjoyed making fun of the man’s near-blindness.

“I don’t know braille, you moron,” he replied rolling his eyes. He was already in an awful mood from not being able to see, and Aiello’s jokes at his expense were not helping matters. One more joke and he’d probably use him for target practice.

“Well considering you need your glasses to find your glasses, I’d say you should probably learn,” Aiello quipped. That was the last straw for Stiles, and he immediately began laying into the man.

“This is why your father doesn’t write you, Aiello! You’re so damn annoying all the time! Your girlfriend dropped you because she couldn’t stand to deal with you or look at your ugly face anymore! I’m so sick of you! Everyone who’s every cared about you is deeply wrong, and should have their head examined!”

“Calm down, College. He was just messing around. He didn’t mean anything by it,” Zussman soothed. He’d never seen Stiles fly off the handle this bad before. Sure he’d watched him let out a string of curse words and perhaps throw a rock once in a while, but he had yet to see him yelling at his friend over something this trivial.

“Screw off Zussman! This doesn’t concern you!” He turned and continued his tirade at Aiello, who at this point was very taken aback by the man’s outburst.

“I feel sorry for your ma and sisters! No matter what they do they can’t get rid of your stupid self! They’re stuck with you for eternity! When you die, I doubt you’ll go to heaven, because your presence there will make it hell for everyone else! The fact that I have to breathe the same air as you, disgusts me!”

Daniels was shocked. Stiles hadn’t laid into him this bad, and he had spilled hot coffee on him and the book he was reading. He didn’t know whether to help Zussman contain Stiles (who was still on a rampage), or console Aiello who looked like he was ready to burst into tears. Before he could decide, Pierson burst into the tent.

“What the hell is going on in here? I could hear the yelling clear across the camp!”

“He’s yelling at me for no reason, Sarge,” Aiello sniffed, from his cold or from being close to tears, Daniels couldn’t tell.

“It’s not no reason! You were making fun of me!” The nerve of Aiello, not taking responsibility for the debacle he caused.

“Stiles, lost his glasses, sir, and Aiello was teasing him. Then he just, flew off the handle and started yelling at him.” Zussman explained, trying to play the part of peacemaker.

Stiles glared. How was it his fault when Aiello never knew when to shut up?

“Stiles,” the Sargent said with a sigh, “Look in your pocket.” He covered his face with his hand. How could a man who possessed two college degrees be this stupid? How could none of the other men not notice what was there in plain sight? Stiles reached into his pocket.

“Oh,” Stiles whispered. He pulled the glasses out of his pocket and put them on. All along they’d been there on his person. He felt bad for yelling at Aiello now, who was beginning to look more ill by the minute and still looked like he wanted to cry.

“Stiles, you’re coming with me,” Pierson said, opening the tent flap. “And Aiello, get yourself over to the medic. You look like death.”

“I wonder if they’ll be able to stitch my pride up too,” Aiello joked as Pierson left with Stiles. He started to laugh but it was soon overtaken by a coughing fit. He was feeling worse, both physically from his cold, and emotionally from the verbal lashing courtesy of Stiles.

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“Stiles, don’t you ever let me catch you acting like that again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir. It won’t happen again. I apologize.” He’d just gotten laid into by Pierson for letting his temper getting the better of him. Now he was first shift on watch duty for a week as punishment. He hated watch duty.

“Just my luck,” he muttered to himself walking back to the tent he shared with his friends. All this over a stupid pair of glasses.

***I hope y’all enjoyed this one. The lowest a soldier’s vision could be in WW2 was 20/200 correctable by 20/40 prescription eyeglasses. And as someone who’s prescription is 20/40, I like to imagine Stiles being just as blind as I am.***

#cod #cod ww2 #cod wwii #drew stiles #frank aiello #joseph turner #red daniels #robert zussman #william pierson #call of duty #call of duty ww2 #call of duty fic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty wwii #call of duty fandom

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mattisthehottest · 11 months ago

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Things I would do for you

pairing: bf!Matt x Y/n

Warnings: Fluff, fighting (not with y/n), rumors, minor cursing, NOT PROOFREAD

word count: 500+ I think 😭

Summary: What your boyfriend does for you when he hears the rumors being spread about you.

a/n: I basically dreamed about this.

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● Y/n POV ●

I walk in the school, arm in arm with my boyfriend, Matt. People look and started whispering. Matt notices this and furrows his brows at me. "What are they talking about, Y/n?" I look and see them staring at me in disgust. "I'm going to class, Matt." I slip my arm from his and run quickly to the bathroom.

Some girls walk in after me. "I can't believe Y/n would do something like that." One girl says, and the other two agree. "It's going to be really sad when Matt finds out." The blond one to the other two. I wait for them to leave before walking out the bathroom stall. "What were they talking about?" I mumble to myself.

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The whole day went by with people staring at me and whispering. Matt started to get worried. Speaking of Matt, where is he? We normally meet by the lockers before going to science. I'll text him.

To My Matty:

baby, where are you??

I wait a few minutes, and he still doesn't respond. He didn't even open it. What is he doing? Is he too busy for me? Maybe he's jus-, my thoughts get interrupted by some people shoving past me. "Hey," I stop a kid running through the crowd. "What's happening?" The kid quickly says "Theres a fight!" The kid continues running through the crowd. A fight, who's fighting? Maybe I'll find Matt.

○Matts POV○

"I'm going to class, Matt." Y/n says as a lot of people look at her and start whispering. I watch her slip out of my arm and disappear into the female bathroom. I turn to see everyone sighing and whisper, but before I can ask around, the bell rings.

As I sit in class listening to the teacher, my mind drifts to this morning. why were they all staring at her and whispering? Did she do something wrong? I continue to drift farther into thought. "Matt! Matt!" Chris whisper to me. I look up to him, pushing my thoughts to the side. "Dude, were you sleep or something? Class is over." I look around the class to find only me, Chris, and Nick in the room. "Sorry."

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I angerily walk up to Jake and grab his shirt collar. "The hell did you spread that rumor about y/n for?" I basically yell in his face. "Woah dude, let's not get to angry now." He says with a grin. "Who said it was me?" He pushes me back a little.

It's been bothering me all day that everyone keeps staring and whispering about y/n. Maybe I should look around. Something gotta point it. the way of the reason

○30 minutes later○

I found nothing. Im in the bathroom washing my hands when I hear some boys talking. "I might need y/n to give me some if Jake says she's that good." The boy with the blonde hair says. The othe boys laugh. I furrow my brows as I walk to them. "What did you just say?" The boys gulp in fear.

I walk out the bathroom, feeling my phone vibrate. Remembering what the boy in the bathroom said, "Jakes been going around telling everyone that y/n's been secretly seeing him behind your back!" He rushes the words out of his mouth. My nostroils flare in anger.

That led me to this point. On top of Jake punching him in the face. Over and over again. Everyone surrounding us and recording it. Everyone cheering, "Fight! fight!" I ignore everyone and everything around me. My anger gettung the best of me as I feel my phone vibrate constantly in my pocket. I completely ignore it feeling Jake throwing punches back. "Stop, please!"This is the last thing I hear before i get knocked out.

~•Y/n's POV•~

I quickly follow the crowd of people. Finding a ring of people trying to get a good view and recording of the fight. I try pushing my way through to the crowd of people.

When I make it to the front of the crowd, I find my boyfriend and Jake throwing punches at each other. I need to stop him before someone gets hurt! "Stop, please!" I yell out right as Matt gets knocked out. I quickly run to my boyfriends limp body on the floor.

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I wait next Matt, holding his hand. I see him slowly open his eyes. "B-babe?" I quickly shush him. "Baby, rest, you were just knocked out." He looks around my room. "We're at your house?" he asks in a barely audible voice. I smile gently at him, giving him a kiss in the cheek. "Yes, baby." He hums gently while closing his eyes.

I walk into my room with a sandwich in one hand and orange juice in the other. "Baby, I brought you food." He sits up with a wince. "Thanks, love." He says as he takes a bite from the sandwich and smiles. "Is it good?" He looks up at me. "mhm" I smile.

I sit on a chair beside my bed. "Why did you do it?" He shifts on the bed and looks away. "Matt." I say sternly and he doesn't answer. "Matthew Bernard." He looks at me. "He was telling lies about you." I frown "Baby, that doesn't mean go beat people up for me." He looks at me and smiles. "You don't know all the things I would do for you." I smile and kiss his lips.

After I clean up the mess, I turn on a movie and snuggle I bed next to Matt. "Your taking such good care of me." Matt says facing me. "I have to, whi esle would if I didn't?" I chuckle. "I love you, y/n." He pulls the cover over us both and wraps his arm around me. "I love you too, Matty." He leans his head down and kisses my lips.

This boy doesn't have the slightest idea what I would do for him as well. But maybe neither of us knows hiw much the other will do for them

I lay me head in his chest as we watch the movie and smile. He smiles looking down at me. "Soemeones happy." I nod my hair. "Because you did it for me." He chuckles, "Anything and everything for you."

a/n pt2: I don't know if i like the ending 😭

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jakeyzzz · 2 years ago

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I need you...

(angst/fluff) jake x f!reader oneshot

masterlist 💌

⚠️♡ warnings - ( heavy making out! , crying, forbidden love, reader getting into an argument with her parents, kissing, hurt, fluffy ending! , not proofread) - ⚠️♡

!! let me know if I missed anything 💌

!!! english is NOT my first language so please be nice 💌

( got this idea when i listened to shameless by camila cabello... )

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It was about 1AM when some Idiot was constantly banging on your front Door. ,,What the hell...'' You cursed under your Breath as you tiredly rubbed your eyes. The banging became louder and louder, which made you even more mad since you lived in an Apartment and you most definitely weren't the only Person who was trying to get some sleep. With furrowed Eyebrows you finally walked over to the Door, ready to yell at whoever was disturbing your precious sleep. Before the Person could make even more Noise, you quickly opened the Door. And then, your Eyes met. Your Hand was still on your Doorknob as you completely stopped in your Tracks. His Gaze sent shivers down your Spine. The Room was suddenly utterly silent when all you did was staring at each other. You didn't exchange one single Word. Your Heart was racing when you intensely stared into other's Eyes. Your Body froze. He slowly stepped inside of your Apartment, Eyes not leaving yours as he carefully closed the Door behind him, before getting closer and closer to your Body.

But before your Bodies could touch, you stopped him by placing your Hand on his Chest to softly push him away. ,,Jake i don't think this is a good Ide-'' He quickly interrupted you by crashing his Lips into yours. He firmly pulled your Body against his as he kissed you messily, making you both stumble backwards. At this point you were leaning against each other, supporting each other up as you tried not to fall. His kisses slowly travelled down your Neck, making you bite your bottom Lip as your Fingers got tangled in his silky Locks.

,,I tried to stay away from you, Y/N .. I can't .'' Jake whispered against your Neck, as he left a few Love Bites here and there. You immediately pulled him up to your Lips again, making him kiss your Lips with the same intensity as before. He suddenly picked you up bridal Style to slowly carry you over to your Couch, making you Gasp against his Lips.

Jake carefully laid you down before hovering over you as he softly pushed his tongue into your mouth, kissing you even more passionately as you wrapped your Arms around his Neck. You carefully wrapped your Legs around his Hips as you felt him bite your Lip softly, making a soft Moan escape your Mouth. His Hair was all messy, and your Neck was covered in Love Bites. You had no Idea how you were supposed to cover them up. ,,I can't let you go again.'' He mumbled, breaking the Kiss before carefully resting his Forehead on yours. You and Jake were in a secret Relationship. Your Parents didn't want you to be with Jake since they thought he wasn't good enough for you. They wanted you to be with somebody else. But you loved Jake, and they didn't even try to understand that.

They didn't want you to be together. So You and Jake eventually started being in a Secret Relationship without your Parents knowing anything about it. But you did tell some of your Friends about it ... and that ended up being a bad Idea. Because when you got into a Fight with one of your Friends, she immediately told your Parents about everything. And your Parents eventually made you break up, leaving you both in pure Pain. ,,I know.'' You whispered as you felt a Tear run down your Cheek. Jake carefully laid down next to you, before softly intertwining your Fingers as he placed a light Kiss on your Wrist. ,,I need you to stay with me, please.'' Jake whispered, leaving a few Butterfly Kisses on your Shoulder. ,,I'm not going anywhere.'' You said, making Jake smile against your Skin. ,,The thought of losing you scares me as much as it scares you, Jake. I promise I won't let this happen again.'' Jake let out a shaky breath of relief before softly kissing your Forehead.

You placed one last gentle Kiss on Jake's Lips before eventually getting up from the Couch to make some Tea. You walked into the Kitchen and carefully put your Phone on the Kitchen Counter, as you heard Jake's Footsteps behind you. Only a few Seconds later, you felt Jake softly wrapping his Arms around your Waist. He softly kissed your exposed shoulder before resting his Head on it, making you smile to yourself. ,,You can sit down on the Kitchen Counter until I'm done... You're gonna stay here tonight, right?'' Jake smiled before softly nodding his Head. ,,Yes.. I'll stay'' He mumbled happily as he sat down on the Kitchen Counter, patiently waiting for you. And all of a Sudden, he heard your Phone Buzz next to him. ,,Someone messaged you...'' Jake said, making you look at him for a Second. ,,Oh really ? Who is it from ? My password is 1511 !'' Jake sighed before slowly unlocking your Phone to read the Message. His smile immediately dropped.

You noticed how Jake suddenly became very silent, so you quickly turned around to look at him. ,,Jake ? what's wrong ?'' You said as you walked over to him, before softly resting your Hands on his Knees. Jake looked at you worriedly before turning your Phone around so you could read the Message.

''Y/N ? Are you awake ? Jake's Mom just texted me. He's not in his Room. Do you know where he is? I really hope you're not with him right now.''

Shit. You both had no Idea why Jake's Mom would suddenly go to Jake's Room late at Night, but she did ... and now you had no Idea what you were supposed to do. ,,I didn't mean to get you in Trouble, Y/N. I'm sorry .I should leave.'' Jake murmured as he quickly got off the Kitchen Counter before making his Way back to your front Door. ,,Jake wait !'' Jake immediately stopped walking as he looked at you with Tears in his Eyes.

Once again you just stared at each other in Silence for a few Seconds. ,,I don't care.'' You spat out. Jake furrowed his Eyebrows. ,,What do you mean?'' He whispered. You scoffed loudly as a few Tears left your Eyes. ,,I need you, Jake. More than anything else. And I'm not letting you go. I'm allowed to make my own decisions and I don't care about what my Parents think. I know they probably just don't want me to get hurt by anyone but I'm so sick and tired of them telling me what to do. I want you ... and i love you. Please stay here.'' Jake tried to force a Smile before slowly walking over to you. He softly cupped your Face with his Hands as he stared at your teary Eyes. ,,I would never hurt you, Y/N. I wish they understood that.'' He whispered before pulling you into a tight Hug. You silently cried into his Chest, making him caress your Back softly. And after a few Minutes,you eventually broke the Hug.

You wiped your Tears away as you looked at Jake, before quickly grabbing your Phone to call your Mom. You didn't even care about the Fact that it was late at Night. Only a few Seconds later, you heard her tired Voice through the Speaker. You sighed in frustration. ,,I might disappoint you, but I actually am with Jake right now. And i know you most definitely don't want me to be with him, but you can't change the Fact that i'm in love with him. Nobody has ever made me feel so loved, Mom. Please listen to me when I tell you that the Things you heard about him aren't even true ! I love him...please understand that ! .'' You cried out, as you wiped a few more Tears away.

Jake softly took your Hand into his, before gently caressing it with his Thumb to calm you down. You heard your Mom let out a shaky sigh. Was she crying ? ,,I don't know what to say, Y/N. I'm so sorry. I should've been more supportive, and I should've tried to understand you. I'm gonna make sure to talk to your Dad about everything.I'm so sorry for everything we've put you through... Can Jake hear me right now?'' You looked at Jake as soon as his Name left her Mouth. ,,Yes, he can hear you.'' You answered hesitantly. Your Mom took a deep Breath. ,,Jake ... I'm sorry for not respecting you. You must be an amazing Guy. I would love to meet you. Let's start over again.'' Jake softly smiled through his Tears as he looked at you. He looked relieved. ,,Thank you, Mrs. (y/l/n) . I forgive you. We all make Mistakes, It's okay.'' You smiled at Jake's Words, before quickly pecking his Lips. ,,Thank you so much for finally understanding, Mom.'' You mumbled through the Phone. ,,I love you, Y/N. I really could've done better. I'm gonna go back to sleep now, alright ? Please get some sleep as well ... you must be tired. Goodnight. !'' That was the last thing your Mom said before eventually hanging up.

You and Jake just smiled each other in silence, before Jake pulled you into another slow, but passionate Kiss. The Taste of his Lips mixed with the Taste of his salty Tears was even more addicting, making you softly push your Tongue into his Mouth just like he did earlier. He caressed the Skin under your Nightgown before squeezing it slightly, making you Gasp against his Lips. He smirked cheekily, as he pulled you even closer to his Body. ,,Can we get married already?'' Jake mumbled, breaking the Kiss. You giggled. ,,I think we should go to sleep first...'' You whispered, your Lips still close to his. Jake chuckled softly. ,,I love you.'' You softly smiled, before placing another soft Kiss on his Lips. ,,love you more..''

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t0mcruize123 · 1 year ago

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Stuck with you

Part two🎀🫶

Part two of my Charlie Babbitt story🌝 I loved writing this part ngl I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers and forced proximity tropes😭 spoiler alert: there’s a one bed trope so prepare yourself for some hot arguing yet again🫵🎀

~Part two~

Charlie rushed towards the elevator, the whole time mumbling to himself whilst I rolled my eyes. I was still only wearing a towel but I was too annoyed to care as I joined Charlie and he pushed the button. Part of me still wondered if he was playing some elaborate joke but he seemed more pissed off than me - pacing the tiny area and cursing loudly.

“That’s not helping anybody.”

He threw his hands up, “What is with you constantly picking at everything I do?!”

Part of me found it entertaining but I was never going to admit that. A crease drew between my brow as the elevator pinged and the doors slowly parted. Charlie practically sprinted to the front desk and I awkwardly followed behind him.

“There seems to be a problem with our rooms,” Charlie cut in with a furrowed brow, “We were both placed in room 101?”

The old man behind the counter looked down at me in my towel and I shifted behind Charlie with narrowed eyes, “One of us will need another room.”

He cleared his throat, “I’m sorry but this hotel is fully booked. You were probably placed in the same room so that there was enough for every person on the plane.”

Charlie’s eyes widened, “There’s got to be one other room! Me and Ray will take anything, well…actually no, she should leave!”

“Me?!” My voice rose to match his level and I didn’t fail to notice the heads swinging our way, “It was mine first!”

“But there’s one of you, and two of us.”

“Excuse me,” the old man interrupted with a thin smile, “Due to the airlines emergency, there are simply no other rooms available. You’ll have to share or find another hotel.”

My heart thundered as Charlie leaned forward, “How far is the next hotel?”

“An hour away,” he stated simply.

“An hour,” Charlie scoffed, “It’s nearly midnight and my brother is already sleep. We can’t travel an hour in the car, a tired Ray will drive me insane.”

He looked at me expectantly and I frowned, “I don’t have a car either. I’m not going anywhere until tomorrow.”

“Well that’s just so amazingly helpful you see, as me and Ray are already leaving tomorrow as well!” I stepped back as he yelled, “You’re not solving anything!”

“It’s one fucking night,” I snapped and the old man paled, “Pull yourself together. We’ll sleep in separate rooms and after tomorrow you’ll never see me again. Okay?”

Charlie folded his lips together in a tight line, “Fine.” He glared at the man, “Thanks for your help I guess.”

Did he have to be rude to every other human being he came across? We trudged back into the elevator and stood in uncomfortable silence.

“Your towel isn’t on properly,” the corner of his lip lifted as the elevator doors pinged open.

“It’s-“ I looked back at the mirror and gasped at the sight of my entire back on display.

entire

back side.

Hastily I wrapped the towel around myself though it wasn’t going to do anything now. Shoving past Charlie, I rushed into our room and headed for the second bedroom, “Fuck you Charlie! Could you not have said anything before now?!”

He shrugged lamely from the other side of the door, “Didn’t notice till then.”

“You dick!” I quickly got changed and stormed back out, “What is your problem?”

“My problem? My problem is that there’s one fucking bed which means you’re going to get a comfortable sleep whereas im going to lie on the stiff couch and have a sleepless night!” He blew it in a quick breath, “The whole world doesn’t revolve around you.”

“Stop thunking everyone is out to get you Babbitt, your complaining is going to drive me fucking insane,” I slumped down onto the bed, “Go to sleep on the couch. You seem like you need it.”

He mumbled something to himself as he flopped down onto the couch and punched his pillow. He was so aggressive all the time would it kill him to relax? He ran a hand through his unkept dark hair and turned off the lamplight.

“Me and Ray are up and out of here by 7am.”

“Fantastic,” I groaned and turned over. Part of me hated Charlie but the other half hated myself for still being attracted to him even after everything. There was no denying that he was good looking and don’t get me wrong, his personality was shit but his appearance almost balanced him out.

Did that make me a bad person?

After a few minutes of tossing and turning, Charlie quietly mumbled, “Are you still awake?”

“Yeah,” I huffed and rubbed at my eyes, “I can’t sleep.”

“I thought you said you were exhausted?”

“I thought you said you didn’t want a sleepless night?”

“Touché,” he yawned, “I’ve just got too much on my mind.”

My pulse raced as I stared up at the ceiling. I truly didn’t know anything about Charlie except that he argued in public places. He had to have some good traits though I mean - he was looking after his brother and clearly cared for him in some weird way. No true dickhead would care for someone like that.

“Do you wanna play a game?” I asked quietly. Charlie was clearly stressed out about being late for LA and I hadn’t exactly made things easier for him. Maybe if we both relaxed we’d see that we were more alike than we realised and he wasn’t too bad.

Maybe.

“Sure,” he replied in uncertainty, “What did you have in mind?”

I thought about it for a moment, “Truth or dare?”

“That’s what you have in mind?”

“I haven’t got any other ideas! Plus it’ll help me get to know you better.”

There was a long moment of silence before he murmured, “Truth.”

I propped myself up with my elbow, “Do you…have any weird fantasies?”

Charlie choked on a chuckle and I couldn’t help but laugh quietly at his surprise. I could hear the smile in his voice as he replied,

“Of course you want to know about my sex fantasies.”

“I never mentioned sex!”

“What other fantasies are there?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed, “Romantic ones? Like carrying a lady off into the sunset or something?”

“Yeah no,” he cut in, “And even if I did have a sex fantasy id never tell you.”

“I’ll find out one way or another,” I smiled in the darkness though he couldn’t see me, “Truth or dare?”

“No it’s my turn to ask you. Now truth or dare.”

I rolled my eyes and he murmured, “If you keep doing that they’re going to get stuck facing your brain.”

I sat up, “How can you see me?”

“I can’t but I know you well.”

“After one day?”

“You’re surprisingly easy to read.”

Yeah right. Charlie knew nothing about me except what I’d allowed him to see.

“I pick truth.”

“Alright then…okay um what kind of man do you find attractive? You can be honest, it’s fine, I’m just curious,” he drew in a long breath.

“I’m not telling you, it’s private like your sex fantasies,” I quipped.

“Oh come on, just give me something.”

I sighed reluctantly at his pleas, “Fine…I Like my men with green or brown eyes, nice arms, a nice back-“

“Nice back?!” He exclaimed.

“Yes, I’d like him to have a nice back,” I explained, “What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s weird, why would their back matter-“

“I’m not getting into details with you.”

“Well then do another truth because your answer was awful.”

I scoffed, “You’re really sucking the fun out of this game, you know that?”

“Truth,” he ignored me, “What was the first thing you noticed about me at the airport?”

“You mean besides from your loud opinion and obnoxious look and unhelpful attitude-“

“Answer the question like a normal person,” he huffed quietly and feigned another yawn.

“Okay…,” I thought back to when I’d turned around at the airport to see Charlie behind me, “Your brow was furrowed and your eyes…your eyes were glaring at Ray and they were bright green. And with the sunlight slanting through the open window, they had specks of gold in them.”

He paused for a long moment and I worried if I’d said too much, “The first thing I noticed was your skin.”

My eyes widened, “My skin?!”

“It’s a nice shade of brown,” he defended, “Well I have to admit it was your body. You have a wonderful figure but then you started talking and ruined the whole package.”

He barely dodged the pillow I threw at him from across the room, “As if you’d ever get my package.”

“We’ll see about that,” he chuckled quietly, “I also liked your lips. They’re perfect hearts and a perfect natural shade.”

My heart pounded so loudly I wondered if he heard it, “Really?”

“I just don’t like the shit that comes out of them.”

I had no more pillows to throw at him and he knew it.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he mumbled quietly.

“At which part?”

“All of it,” he admitted and for a moment he actually sounded guilty, “I’ve just been having a really crappy week and Ray makes things so difficult…it doesn’t excuse me getting mad at you though.”

The corner of my lip lifted, “I’m sorry for yelling as well. I was just worried for Ray.”

“I don’t blame you, I’m a shitty brother.”

“No shitty brother would care for Ray as much as you do,” my voice softened, “You love him, I’ve seen it.”

“I don’t know about that, I barely know the guy.”

I sat up, “What?”

“It’s…it’s complicated. Raymond inherited millions of dollars from our father and I was completely cut out of the picture so…”

“So…?”

“So we’re travelling to LA so I can get custody over him.”

“That’s…” my first thought was to say sweet but a sudden thought raced through my mind, “You only want custody so you can control the money. Don’t you?”

I took his silence as an answer. Anger simmered within me as I glanced at Raymond’s shut bedroom door, did he even know he was being dragged all the way to LA just to lose all his money? Did he even understand the concept of money?

“I don’t expect you to understand,” he shrugged, “Ray won’t know how to use all that money, I mean- he doesn’t even know what money is! I plan to use some of it for my business, and I know this isn’t morally right but…it’s what I need right now. I need this more than Ray.”

“But why would your father leave you with nothing?” I questioned, trying to understand the whole situation. To be honest, I sympathised with Charlie for being left with nothing whilst his brother inherited millions it- it wasn’t fair at all, his father sounded like a dick. But to travel so far just to gain custody…I understood why he was doing it but I’d never be able to go through with it myself.

“Again it’s…complicated,” he sighed, “We never had the best relationship.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” and I really was. Charlie wasn’t as bad as I’d originally thought and he didn’t deserve such a tough time.

“It’s not your fault,” he gave me a small smile, “I really am sorry for being so hard on you.”

“I get it, I wasn’t exactly the sweetest either,” i laughed quietly, “So you’re heading to LA in a car?”

“Yep, gonna be the hardest three days of my life,” he chuckled humourlessly, “What about you? Why are you going to LA?”

“It’s my sisters wedding,” I clapped my hands together excitedly, “ive never actually met the husband to be, because we live so far but she says he’s wonderful.”

“ ive never been to a wedding,” he paused for a few seconds, “How are you going to get there?”

Embarrassment flared at my cheeks though he couldn’t see me in the dark room, “By car, just like you.”

“You have a car?”

“No, not at all but I’ll find one.”

“You’ll find a car by tomorrow?”

“What, is it hard?”

“For someone like you probably not,” he flashed a smile, “But it might take a while. I would offer you a ride with us to LA, but I think Ray might actually drive you insane.”

“I could never burden you like that,” I shook my head, “and for the record, Ray wouldn’t drive me insane, but it’d be entertaining to see you slowly go crazy in the span of three days.”

“Oh I don’t know about that, Ray can make anybody crazy.”

I stifled my laughter and glanced at Ray’s door, “I…I could pay you. To take me to LA.”

“You don’t-“

“I can’t just take the free ride when we started out so badly,” I argued, “It’s the least I could do. I’ll pay you £300.”

“£300?!” His voice rose.

“£100 everyday isn’t enough?”

“It’s more than enough,” he stilled to think about it for a long moment, “And I could use the money.”

“Then it’s settled.”

“I’m not sure about it though, I really don’t mind driving you for free.”

“With Ray in the back seat and us arguing, you’re going to need the money. Trust me,” I smiled, “You’ll mind when we get on the road.”

“You know me well.”

“We’re just getting along right now, but I’m sure tomorow will be a different story.”

“I hope not, I like you a lot more when you’re not screaming for me to shut my mouth and locking me out of the bathroom.”

I rolled my eyes, “And I like you a lot more when you’re not causing a scene in crowded areas and letting me embarrass myself half naked.”

He choked on his laughter, “Sorry about that one.”

“Total dick Move.”

“Well we’re officially starting a new chapter,” he shuffled towards the end of my bed and outstretched his hand, “I’m Charlie Babbitt.”

“Such a pleasure to meet you,” I shook his hand firmly and felt sparks shooting up my arm at his touch, “Now I dare you to go to sleep.”

A smile touched his lips as he settled back onto the couch. Closing my eyes, I pulled the covers back over my body and tried to fall asleep, though it was hard to when Charlie was so close.

And snoring loud enough to wake up the whole hotel.

#fanfic #tom cruise #charlie babbitt #rain man #enemies to lovers #romance

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River & Georgia

Disclaimer: This was heavily inspired by PLUTO (Thai Series) I'm just adding my own twist to it. I highly recommend you watch the show.

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I sharply turned down the busy streets with two men hot on my trail.

"Georgia, stop!" one of them barked, his voice cutting through the noise as he picked up speed.

I groaned as a cart blocked my path. With no time to hesitate, I jumped over it, stumbling as I landed but quickly regaining my pace. Glancing back, I saw the men shoving the poor vendor aside, relentless in their pursuit. I cursed under my breath, rushing into the crowded market, hoping the sea of people would slow them down.

"Move move!" I yelled as I slipped through the crowd and vendors. The men simply pushed their way through getting loud curses in exchange. For a moment, I was ahead—far enough to let hope creep in. I beamed as I spotted the market's exit. But that flicker of relief died when I saw a group of teenagers blocking the path, headphones on and oblivious.

"Move!" I yelled desperately.

It was too late. I collided with them, sending us sprawling to the ground. "Shoot!" I cursed, scrambling to my feet. Before I could get away, a hand yanked my hoodie, pulling me back. I begged and pleaded for help as I was dragged into a shadowy corner. But everyone averted their attention not wanting to get mixed up in the situation.

"You little b-tch," one of them growled, "How dare you make me run after you? You need to be taught a lesson." He shoved me hard against the wall, and I winced at the impact. "Hugo, back off," came a sharper voice. Hugo spat on the ground, throwing me a hateful glare before stepping aside to block the alley's entrance.

Blondie stood before me, "Where's my money?" "Your money?" I tried to laugh, but it came out shaky, "Blondie, you know I have your money." "Then give it to me." "Oh, uh, right now?" I patted my jacket, pretending to search for it, "Well… I don't have it on me at the moment." Blondie's face hardened. "Eight o'clock. You've got until eight to bring my money to this alley. I gave you three weeks, Georgia. Not a dime's been paid." "Blondie, c'mon," I pleaded, "It's me. You know I'll pay you back—I just need more time." "Eight o'clock," he repeated coldly. He turned and walked away, Hugo following close behind shooting me a middle finger. As their footsteps faded, I slid to the grimy alley floor, my hands trembling. "F-ck me," I muttered, staring at the cracked pavement.

I was done for….

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Before I could fully process where I was going, I found myself standing in front of a towering 10-story building. My jaw clenched as my gaze landed on a massive poster plastered across the entrance—my twin's face, smiling smugly down at me. Noticing a few passersby glancing my way, I quickly ducked inside. Immediately I was greeted by the doorman, tipping his hat. "Good afternoon, Ms. Erica."

"No, I'm not—" I started, but I was cut off by a sharp voice calling out Erica's name.

A red-haired woman stormed over, grabbing my arm, "Didn't you just go up? Geez, Erica, you've been completely out of it this week. Get your head in the game! You've got a huge meeting with the investors." That voice. It was one I knew all too well—it was the voice of the woman who always dragged my sister away from family dinners for work; my sister's assistant.

"No, I'm not—" I tried again, but she spoke over me, giving me no chance to explain. "Why'd you change your outfit? You know what—never mind, we don't have time for this." She yanked me toward the elevators. I tried to explain myself in the elevator but I was constantly interrupted. By the time we reached the 10th floor, I knew more about Erica's week than I cared to.

"I wish we had time to do something about your clothes," she sighed, glancing at me in disapproval as she power-walked down the corridor. "What's wrong with it?" I muttered to myself as I looked down at my clothes. They seem fine to me. At the end of the corridor stood a large door. The assistant breezed ahead, throwing it open as she called out, "Sorry, everyone, that we're la—" She stopped mid-sentence, her voice trailing off as her gaze landed on the front of the room. My sister was already there, in the middle of her presentation. "What?" The assistant's eyes widened in confusion, darting between the two of us. "I tried to tell you," I sighed as I casually leaned against the doorway.

Erica sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as the meeting room fell silent. All eyes were now fixed on us—the assistant flustered; me, out of place; and my twin, clearly annoyed. "Nichole," Erica said, at last, her tone patient but firm, "please take my sister to my office to wait."

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(An hour later)

"Why are you here?" Erica didn't waste any time as she walked into the office. "Can't I just stop by to say hey?" I replied, leaning back in the chair as she tossed her suit jacket over her chair and settled at her desk. She gave me a pointed look. "You never do. What do you need?" I sighed, cutting to the point. "I need money." Her expression didn't change as she opened a drawer and pulled out her chequebook. "How much?" "Half a million," I said quietly. Her pen didn't falter. She immediately began writing the check. "That's quite the sum," she remarked. "I'll pay you back." She let out a laugh, sharp and condescending in that infuriatingly rich way. "How? Did you magically find a job?" "I'm working on it," I muttered.

She leaned back in her chair, arms crossing. "Well, I need a favour, too." That caught my attention. Erica never needed help from anyone—least of all me. I narrowed my eyes, curiosity growing. "What is it?" Her confidence wavered for a second, and she ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair. "I need you to break up with someone for me." "What?" I blinked. "Sammy? Aren't you two about to get married?" She looked away not answering my question.

An evil grin spread across my face as realisation dawned. My perfect little sister, the untouchable businesswoman and soon-to-be even wealthier wife of an oil tycoon, wasn't so perfect after all? "Wait—you're about to get married, and you haven't broken up with someone?" I teased, barely suppressing a laugh. "I couldn't find the time to do so," she muttered, looking genuinely uncomfortable. "That poor guy." Her face winced, confirming my suspicions. "Do you want the money or not?" she snapped, narrowing her eyes. It was such a simple request: break up with someone. It was an easy job. I couldn't resist. "Fine," I said with a smirk.

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(Downstairs)

After my sister texted me the address, I flagged down a taxi and headed over. As we turned into the neighbourhood, I couldn't help but gape. This was a rich neighbourhood—immaculate lawns, sprawling mansions, sleek cars gleaming in the driveways, and gardens so perfectly maintained they could've been in magazines or reality shows. My jaw practically hit the floor when the driver stopped in front of massive iron gates.

"Name?" crackled a voice over the intercom. "Erica," I replied, my voice steady despite my nerves. The gates swung open immediately. "Welcome back," the voice said warmly.

The driveway was a two-minute journey on its own, winding through manicured greenery. When we finally stopped in front of the house—a modern palace of glass and stone—I paid the driver and stepped out, still in awe. I was greeted by a sweet older woman at the door, her face lighting up with warmth,"Ms. Erica, it's been so long. You've been missed—by River especially." I forced a smile, "Thank you." "Please, follow me. River is waiting for you," she said, gesturing me inside. I trailed her through a long, elegant hallway, my footsteps clicking against the marble floor. At last, she stopped in front of a black door. "Right through here," she said before leaving me.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, stepping into a stunning library. My heart skipped a beat. Towering shelves lined the walls, filled with books of every size and colour. A ladder on wheels leaned against one of the shelves, and the faint scent of leather and aged paper filled the air. It was breathtaking—my dream room. But my awe was quickly interrupted when I noticed a figure sit by the window.

"Hello," I said quietly, stepping further inside. The figure turned slightly, and a soft voice called, "Erica?" "Yes," I replied hesitantly.

In an instant, the woman spun around and hurried toward me, a bright smile on her face. Before I could react, she kissed me. I pulled back, startled. "…River?" I asked, my voice shaky. She tilted her head, confused. I did the same once my eyes landed on her clouded eyes. "You're acting strange," she murmured. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked

Still looking puzzled, she pointed to a door tucked into the corner of the room. Without another word, I rushed inside and locked the door behind me, my heart pounding.

"She's a woman" I panicked as I locked myself in the bathroom of the study, my back pressed against the door. "Erica are you alright?" came a soft knock. "Sorry, I, uh… really needed the bathroom," I called out, sinking to the floor.

My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone and called my sister. The moment she picked up, I hissed, "You b-tch!" "Georgia?" she replied, her tone calm. "You didn't tell me your ex was a woman! Why the f-ck didn't you warn me?" I whispered furiously, trying not to be overheard. "Because you wouldn't have agreed to it if you knew," she sighed. "You coward!" I shot back, "Break up with her yourself! I must've been out of my mind to agree to this shit." "I can't," she replied with maddening calmness, "Sammy and I are already on a flight to Mexico to look at the venue." Her voice softened. "…And I just… I can't face her." "I CAN'T EITHER!" I whisper-yelled before calling just a minute to another soft knock that came from the other side of the door. "COME CLEAN UP YOUR OWN MESS!" "Georgia," she said, her tone turning serious, "I thought you really needed that money." I gritted my teeth. This blackmailing b-tch. "This is cruel, Erica. You know it," I said, my voice dropping to a desperate plea. "Isn't there some other way I can earn the money?" She sighed. "Georgia, please. I tried, believe me. I walked in determined to do it, but… one look at her, and I couldn't." I buried my face in my hands, groaning. "Fine. I'll try."

#writing #short story #story #gxg #gxg fluff #wlw #wlw story

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cows-writing · 1 year ago

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Was talking to a friend about G/T headcanons and thought of this:

"Do you know how hard it is to feel like you're not supposed to be born like that" She yelled at the top of her lungs, her voice echoes through the empty, grey place they were all in. Her eyes were already filled with tears but she wasn't about to give up. Not that easily

"I'm saying you were blessed. Being so tall. It's not a curse, it's a miracle. You should be proud" Mafuyu responded. She wasn't all visibly upset like Mizuki but she was definitely as shaken up inside as her.

The sekai felt especially lonely that day. Like the remaining colors that could be seen in the distance completely faded away. Kanade and Ena were stuck, observing the whole argument, not knowing if they should intervene. Everything was supposed to be good. They were supposed to live happily ever after but one tiny malfunction in Mizuki's remote made it all go crashing down. Though Kanade felt herself that it was just a long awaited explosion. They didn't talk about their sizes for a reason. Like she was sitting in front of a ticking bomb, patiently waiting for it to finally explode. And it did. Mafuyu snapped, Mizuki was crying and she was just sitting. And waiting. Again

"I don't need to know. I just said what I thought" Mafuyu responded, now completely facing away from Mizuki. She was saying all that confident claims but she wasn't even brave enough to look Mizuki in her eyes.

"You don't know... How you sound right now!" Mizuki was taking big breaks to not lose the air completely. She was constantly brushing her face with her long sleeves to wipe out the tears that didn't even get a chance to fall down her face. "You don't know anything!"

"I am a monster when I'm that big-!"

"You're not" Kanade cut her off. She wasn't that brave to stop them arguing but she would never let Mizuki say such things. Mizuki quickly looked at her and Kanade as quickly regretted speaking up. She just looked at the floor and took a step back, showing she's not going to interrupt further.

"You can do something. You can look down on people, you can intimidate, you have power!" Mafuyu's harsh but calm voice slowly turned into a yell. Her mask began to slip and they were finally matching in tone.

"I'm not more than a poser trying to pretend to be something I'm not"

The more they talked the more apparent it was that these two needed to get these things out of their chests. They needed to scream and cry and argue. Otherwise they would only keep it inside, slowly turning them into something far less human. Something devoid of emotions. Like a bomb that never exploded, but merely destroyed itself from the inside.

There were pictures in front of Ena's eyes. They were the pictures. She felt a little selfish for letting it get to that moment but where Kanade saw only grey, a world that lacks colors, she saw paintings. Mizuki was pink turning into red. The flowers around her weren't blooming, they were on fire. Mafuyu's purple hair was dragging all the way down, slowly turning into a sea. She was surrounded by large fishes, bug enough to eat her whole. But she was calm, like she was used to it. Ena's hand began subconsciously make small circles next to her leg, as to mimic the paint strokes she would do on the canvas if given a chance.

"You feel small because you can't stand up for yourself!" Mizuki yelled.

The straw that broke camel's back

"I am small! That's the point of this entire argument!" Mafuyu was finally facing Mizuki. She also had tears all over her face and an anger that was only rising "You go here talking about some assumptions or social expectations. But you forget one important thing..." She made her way to the other girl who flinched, scared of what's to come next

"Tide's about to wash off those flowers" Ena thought to herself

"You... Could crush me under your feet" Their faces were now millimeters away from each other. Mizuki could hear Mafuyu's fast breathing and feel how the other girl was shaking. Mafuyu could see Mizuki's eyes wandering just to not look directly at her.

"The second bomb is about to explode" Kanade told herself as she closed her eyes, fearing what might happen. They both held in their breaths.

Finally Mafuyu placed her head on Mizuki's shoulder and sighed. She let herself cry. Loudly and visibly. She wasn't tiny right now but she was as vulnerable as if she was. Mizuki gently hugged her. Like a fully loving hug both of them needed at the moment. The second that these two went silent Ena and Kanade joined in. Their hugs were far more desperate. Like they, even if they didn't take part in the argument, needed it also. With the same intensity.

In my G/T version, being a giant or tiny is a reflection of your deepest fears. These are my personal interpretations of characters, don't eat me.

Mizuki is a giant and hates it. She always felt like being so tall was considered masculine. It reflects how she hated her male body but felt like a traitor. Like not fully a "woman". She was helpless and her size wasn't helping at all.

Mafuyu is tiny and hates it as well. It reflects how tiny she feels compared to her mom. Like she is a helpless, scared little kid who can just pray that her mom has her wellbeing as a priority. She feels small and insignificant.

Kanade and Ena are yet to be thought of but I lean on Ena's inferiority complex making her tiny and Kanade's fears that her big passion and talent was what eventually only made things worse makes her a giant

#Got into this community like a week ago #Shittypost :P #g/t #mizuki akiyama #mafuyu asahina #kanade yoisaki #ena shinonome #pjsk fanfic #pjsk #fanfic #short writing #writing #g/t story #Why am I even tagging this lol #Habit I guess

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To Rule Them All | Chapter 2 | Wake Up

Pairing: Idol!Ateez/???!Ateez x Fem!Original Characters

Summary: Alexis is about to have the summer of a lifetime traveling the country with some of her best friends following one of her favorite groups, Ateez. Little do they know, there is more to this group than meets the eye. Take a trip into the dark as they navigate a world unseen.

Genre: (18+ Minors DNI) smut, angst, fluff, supernatural vibes

Chapter Warning: hauntings, cursing

Word Count: 3.8k

read here on AO3

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Time seemed to fly between Christie and I’s hectic schedules and the anticipation for not only the opening show, but for Nikki’s arrival into our cute town. We had finally reached that day and the two of us were running frantically around our own home in preparation to meet Nikki at her new apartment. I was running behind, per usual, and it was up to Christie to get me back on schedule.

“Alexis, love, she’s less than thirty minutes out. So respectfully, I need you to get your ass in gear,” Christie shouted.

I rolled my eyes. “If SOMEONE hadn’t decided that we needed to binge watch Food Wars all night, maybe I wouldn’t have needed to sleep in,” I yelled back.

Truth be told, even without staying up until 2am watching one of Christie’s favorite animes, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway. Austin was relentless, finding every single way he could to get a hold of me. Even without the endless harassment, I was barely sleeping again, constantly feeling like eyes were on me.

I did a final once over in the mirror. My hair wasn’t cooperating what so ever and I swear I had redone my messy bun at a minimum of ten times. Clearly, it was going to have a mind of its own today, but with the schedule of events how I looked did not matter in the slightest. I grabbed one of my favorite crewnecks out of my closet, mumbling under my breath, before walking out of my room to face Christie.

She stood impatiently in the middle of the living room, tapping her foot onto the hardwood floor and clutching two to-go thermoses of coffee in her hands. She thrust one of them out for me, forcing it into my hand as she hurried back into the kitchen to grab a third sitting on the edge of the counter.

“Do you have everything? Phone? Keys? Wallet?” she called back to me.

“Yes mom,” I retorted, obnoxiously patting along my body to prove a point, only to realize that my phone was not in the pockets of my shorts nor in my fanny pack. “Well… shit.”

Christie giggled, knowing how frequently I lost my phone. I force played the dreaded sound from my watch, hearing the ding down the hallway from my bedroom. “Hurry up, I’ll meet you in the car… but you’re driving.”

I stuck my tongue out at her before stomping towards my room. My phone was resting right on top of my still unmade bed. I picked it up, zipping the device into my bag. I quickly turned to leave once more, trying to hurry to not ensue more of Christie’s wrath when I noticed my closet door ajar. I had sworn that I shut it after collecting my hoodie from within, but it wouldn’t be the first time that my lack of sleep made me forget to do trivial things.

Christie had already started the car, honking at me while I locked our front door behind me and screaming that Nikki was only ten minutes out. As I jumped into the driver’s seat all I could hear was her incoherent mumbling, something about a speed demon and how it's a miracle she even made it here at all. Lucky for us, Nikki’s apartment complex was an eight minute drive. Christie immediately hooked her phone up to the bluetooth in my car, causing Ateez’s Guerilla to blast through the speakers.

“So, gameplan?” I asked as I turned down the volume. Christie glared at me, but answered regardless of her annoyance that interrupted one of her favorite songs.

“Well… moving Nikki today, right?” she said matter of factly as she stated the obvious. “Then, chatting with Adam and Thea sometime after dinner. Tomorrow, depending on how far Nikki is with unpacking, I thought we could go D1 and D2 shopping since we hadn’t planned those yet. Did I miss anything?”

I nodded in agreement. “Nah, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t forgetting yet another thing. I’m thinking that outfits for opening weekend need to be on a completely different level… like on par with the looks we have planned for the finale.”

We chatted the rest of the short drive, pulling into the parking lot just before the moving truck and Nikki’s SUV. Nikki’s apartment complex was one of the newer developments in Derby. The outside of the buildings hadn’t been tarnished by the intense Vermont winters and their slate gray color stood out amongst the bright green foliage. It also featured many amenities, including both an indoor and outdoor pool that the three of us could enjoy all year long.

I swooped into a parking space, hastily turning off the car and making a beeline straight for Nikki. She had barely gotten out of her car before I wrapped my arms around her, clutching her tightly against me. I had accidentally snagged my fingers in her long black hair, causing her to curse me slightly. She must have recently put chunks of blue throughout, because I could see them reflecting beautifully in the bright sunlight.

“Let the poor girl breathe!” Christie laughed as she strolled her way over to us.

I reluctantly untangled myself from Nikki and took a step to the side to allow Christie to hug one of our favorite people. Finally, part of our master plan had been fulfilled now that Nikki was officially in state. One down, two more to go. Unfortunately for us, convincing Adam and Thea to move was more difficult than Nikki, but not something that we were giving up on.

“I swear, if I was in that damn car for another minute my ass was going to fall off,” Nikki sighed. “And, I’m out of bean water.”

“Lucky for you, we come bearing gifts,” I said as Christie revealed the hidden thermos of coffee that we had brought.

“Oh gods, I love yous!” She exclaimed, grasping for the beverage like she hadn’t seen one in months and took an immediate chug.

Conversation halted quickly when the movers started lugging Nikki’s furniture and belongings out of the truck, following the three of us up to her new home. Christie and I had each taken some of the smaller items from Nikki’s SUV, while she toted up the cat carrier containing a very loud, very annoyed, Zelda.

Nikki maneuvered her keys into the lock of apartment 3D, swinging the door open so we could begin the mission at hand. Her apartment had so much potential. It was a cute two bedroom, with large windows along the exterior that overlooked the sea of trees surrounding the complex. It truly was a blank canvas waiting for Nikki to breathe life into it, much like her move was a clean slate for herself.

The hours flew by with the amount of work and laughter that sounded through the space. When enough boxes were unpacked and furniture moved to her liking, Nikki ushered us out the door. As much as we wanted to stay and help, there was only so much that miss independent would allow us to do. We would also never say it, but I’m sure Christie was just as worn out from the day as I was.

On the drive home, Christie was once again responsible for the music and made the determination that we deserved a good meal. That could only mean one thing coming from her: takeout. This also meant that I was off the hook with cooking dinner, something I very much appreciated. We decided on pizza and wings, something quick since we also had a date with Adam and Thea that we were on the verge of running late to.

We arrived back at our home in record time, giving us a few minutes to get situated and ready for our video call. I rushed in first to get my laptop from my room while Christie went into the kitchen to grab plates, letting Scout out along the way. The computer was resting in its normal place on my desk, but my eyes drifted back to the closet doors once more. I felt like I was losing my mind, because I SWORE up and down that I remembered accidentally leaving them open, only to find that they were firmly closed. I seized the laptop, shaking my head as I began my descent back down the hall.

“You look in your head,” Christie said knowingly. How this girl always seemed to know what I was thinking was beyond me.

I placed the laptop onto the coffee table, opening the video call before nestling onto the couch next to Christie. While we were waiting for the other two to join, she handed me a plate already loaded with my favorite slices and wings, extra ranch on the side. I pursed my lips as I looked at her, taking a quick bite of the ooey, gooey pizza.

“My sleep delirium must be acting up again, because all of my thought trains are derailing.”

“It’s a good thing I made your drink extra strong, because you are going to sleep like a baby tonight,” Christie said, flashing me her ‘I know you better than you do’ look.

My response was cut off by the familiar ding, signaling that one of our favorite humans had joined the call. Adam’s face quickly popped up. He was definitely the most timely of our little band of goblins.

“Thea running late again?” he asked, taking notice of her absence quickly.

“Yeah, she had a big shoot today,” I stated, remembering a conversation we had earlier in the week.

Her absence was not long lasting, as her freshly cut purple hair bounced into view. She had it styled in waves, a much softer deviation from her typical blunt, straight locks.

“Sorry sorry sorry… My first client ran late and then their children wouldn’t cooperate. It shot my entire day,” Thea huffed as she ran her hands through her hair.

“We were just getting in here ourselves… we were running later than we thought after helping Nikki get settled,” Christie responded warmly.

We chatted aimlessly, discussing our days, and sharing the crazy thoughts that constantly ran through our single shared brain cell. Adam was still dealing with an incredible amount of nonsense at his teaching job. He kept blaming it on end of the year madness and parents fighting for last minute grade changes. Thea shared in detail each and every one of her five photography clients, including the couple who broke up mid-shoot because the girl wouldn’t let her boyfriend wear his hat.

“Alexis… did you mess with that frame?” Christie asked quietly, glancing over to the wall near the TV.

I matched her gaze, and sure enough the picture of Scout and Loki on their first day in our new home was askew. This wasn’t the first thing that either of us had noticed being amiss in our house. Honestly, things have been strange since the night of Scout’s outburst through the sliding glass door. My brain immediately went to my debacle about my closet doors this morning.

“Alright friends, I have been fighting with my damn mind all day about my closet doors,” I blurted out. “Something has seemed off lately, and the stupid frame just solidifies the fact that I’m holding onto my last semblance of sanity.

“Thank god I’m not the only one,” Thea laughed, her dark brown eyes going wild at the thought of all of us collectively losing our marbles. “It’s like the last week and a half things have been out of place or not the way I left them.”

“Sounds like y'all are being haunted,” Adam joked.

“Yeah, we already share a brain cell, we might as well share a ghost, too,” I chuckled. “Hopefully you’ll pick out a good asylum for us, hun, when we all finally fall off the cliff.”

“And you guys know I would visit you every single day to make sure you had the most attractive nurses possible,” Adam added with a deep belly laugh.

“Maybe it’s time to sage the house again,” Christie said with a wink. It would not be the first time our house had been saged. She and her mother, Gale, insisted that we cleanse the house before we formally moved in. All four of us erupted in laughter, easily picturing the crazy escapades we would surely get into if we were committed at the same place.

Suddenly, our eyes snapped to the hissing and growling coming from the fur babies. Scout was at attention, looking in the direction of Loki who was perched up on his hindlegs like a meerkat. His paws were swiping aggressively at the air in front of while he was mewling loudly.

“LOKI ALEXANDER, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?” Christie screeched just as loudly as her cat.

Loki continued to throw a few more jabs before falling on all fours and zooming up the stairs to Christie’s bedroom. Scout was close on his heels, always close by to her newfound best friend.

“There is something in the water, I swear to god,” I said as I watched the two of them disappear out of sight. “These two have been absolutely bonkers. Scout literally has been barking and growling at nothing.”

“Maybe you really do have ghost…” Adam sang to us, trying hard to stifle his laugh.

“Well, our ghost is about to have a very boring night, because we need to be responsible adults and go to bed,” Christie said.

“Yeah… we have some errands to run tomorrow and we need to make sure everything is good to go to the office before we leave for Texas,” I concluded.

Thea and Adam both said their goodbyes, wishing us well as they tried to agree on a name for our shared ghost. Adam was set on Bartholomew, but Thea said since he wasn’t being haunted his opinion was irrelevant. It was then determined that this debate would resume at a later date.

Christie and I cleaned up food boxes and threw the plates into the sink. Dishes could wait for one night. We bid each other good night, walking off towards our respective bedrooms with Christie promising to send Scooty Jane Elizatbeth down for night, after a few snuggles of course.

Mingi and Yunho were prepared as they swaggered through the house, keeping their eyes peeled for the fabled black dog and white cat they had heard about from the other members. This was their second visit into the home of the two roommates, and between their familiarity with the layout and the intel from the other members they were able to avoid detection from the animals sunbathing in front of the large glass doors.

“You take upstairs this time, I take down?” Mining questioned with a smirk on his face as he took off towards the downstairs hallway. He hadn’t given Yunho and time to respond, not that he would have argued anyway.

The girl was getting ready in her bathroom, throwing on a little mascara and eyeliner before moving to throw her hair up. He couldn’t help but laugh as she huffed in frustration when she redid it for a third and fourth time. Stepping out of the bathroom, he leaned causally against the wall to take in the collection of manga and music albums lining the shelves of her room. Her collection was vast and noticed a few of his favorites, including Tokyo Ghoul and Attack on Titan. If nothing else, she would be a great conversationalist with their shared love of anime. He watched as she rounded the corner to enter her closet, all the while mumbling about her lack of sleep and the delirium that was sure to come with it.

After she left, Mingi took the opportunity to finger through her closet, trying to gather her sense of style and self from the hanging clothes filling it. He heard the checklist being rattled off by the petite blonde, Christie. His eyes went to the phone resting upon the heap of blankets and pillows on the bed, the ding signaling that its owner would not be far behind. He stepped back into the washroom. Even though he knew he would not be seen, there was still something unsettling about being in close proximity to their chosen ones in their astral states while they were awake.

As she barrelled into the room, Mingi had to stifle another giggle as he saw the frustration on her face had only grown. She hurriedly grabbed her phone, but not before pausing to look at the closet doors he had left ajar in his rush towards the bathroom. Now, her face shifted into one of concern and doubt, and he could only wonder what was going through her mind at that moment. He eyed her closely as she shook her head in disbelief before turning on her heel and meandering back down the hall. He removed himself from the bathroom, wanting to take a closer look around their house, but not before shutting the closet door tightly.

*Meanwhile*

Yunho went to make his way upstairs, but was distracted by the sound of cups clinking and the hum of an appliance coming from the kitchen. Instead of climbing the steps towards his initial destination, he veered off course and walked into the kitchen, a room they were all very familiar with at this point.

The girl was yelling to her roommate to hurry up, despite the fact that she herself was not ready and still making what he could only assume as coffee. She had gotten out three thermoses and was making each one individually with such care, adding different amounts and types of creamer to each cup. He had often seen her make drinks or snacks for Alexis, a subtle and warm act of love he couldn’t help but admire. He had often found himself taking care of his own best friend, and this reflection of himself in her only increased his initial attraction. As she poured the last bit of coffee into the third container, she grabbed her keys to make her way into the main room of the house. Yunho almost jumped with how quickly she moved, and then smiled to himself when she began dramatically tapping her foot on the floor as she awaited for her roommate.

The taller girl appeared from down the hall and Christie aggressively handed her one of the two coffees she was holding. She strutted back into the kitchen to grab the third cup, all while sharing a checklist with her roommate. This time, he couldn’t control his laughter at the face Christie made when Alexis realized she didn’t have her phone on her. As Alexis sulked back to her own room down the hall, he watched as Christie grabbed a set of car keys from the bowl near the front door, and exited the house. Not long after, Alexis shot back into the room and out the door, leaving Yunho and his best friend alone in their house.

The two of them were then able to explore and peruse the house at their leisure, without worries of the animals startling their owners. They took their time, going through both of the girls’ bedrooms, as well as looking through their cupboards to judge the types of snacks they had stocked.

The smell of pizza suddenly filled the air, making Wooyoung and Seonghwa immediately hungry. They made their way into the living after projecting themselves into the spare bedroom upstairs. As a group, they decided that this would be the best entry point into this house due to its vacancy.

The two girls were sitting on a video call, something that they seemed to do quite frequently with their friends. One of them, Thea, was another of their chosen four, whom they had also been visiting frequently while trying to determine who would end up with her in their grasp. They stood motionless on the stairs after Seonghwa pointed out the furry masses resting on the floor near the couch, all the while intently listening to their conversations. Seonghwa’s heart began to race when the group started discussing a shared ghost, knowing that it was them who was causing these minute disturbances within their daily lives. Wooyoung, on the other hand, couldn’t stop laughing, covering his face with his hands while his head reared back. He was notorious for intentionally displacing things, saying that he enjoyed when their chosen ones questioned their own sanity.

As much as he refused to admit, Wooyoung couldn’t resist the pull towards one of the girls, but blamed it on the smell of pizza and wings as he crept closer towards the couch. Seonghwa, uneasy at first, sneaked closely behind, also wanting to get a better look at the two sitting on the couch, as well as the purple haired one hiding within the computer screen. Unlike Mingi, Wooyoung had no issues getting closer and closer, leaning up on the arm of the couch near Alexis. Seongwha rounded closer to the other side of the couch near Christie, unaware of the location change of the fluffy white lion.

The cat, Loki, was up in an instant, standing on his back legs, paws punching directly towards Seongwha’s legs, all while emitting a deep hiss. One swat connected soundly on Seonghwa’s left knee, shooting white hot pain as the claws tore through his flesh. Wooyoung chuckled darkly, casting one last look onto the girls before stating that this was their sign to go.

Woo’s laughter echoed within the dorm as he and Seonghwa regained consciousness. Seonghwa’s hands found his knee immediately, pulling up his pant leg to view the marks and blood coming from his knee.

“What happened to you?” Jungho asked with a raised eyebrow, looking down at the injury.

“Oh you know, Seonghwa just got fucked up by a white ball of fluff,” Wooyoung cracked. His laughter could be heard as he walked down the hallway, sharing the story with the rest of the group as he went to find a first aid kit.

Hongjoong entered the room, taking a quick glance at the blood on Seonghwa’s leg and shaking his head. “You’re back. Meeting in the living room, 5 minutes,” he said as he pulled out his phone to text the other members.

The group converged within the living room of Captain’s apartment, anxiously waiting for whatever announcement was heading their way.

“We have five days left… time to start narrowing down your choices,” Captain said as he stood in front of them, arms crossed tightly in front of his body. “Once the decision has been made, there will be no changes. You know our rules… and some of you need to take greater care in following them.” His eyes found each member individually, leaving them to wonder what their leader knew about their visits.

The members flicked glances at one another, not only from their Captain’s warning, but also wondering who their partner in crime would be this time around.

#ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez #ateez fic #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateez x oc #ateez angst

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musingmemories · 20 days ago

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@fablesuntold sent: « [ COLLABORATION ]: as they work together on a project, the receiver has a moment in which they contemplate their true feelings regarding the sender » Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler ; summer counselors!AU

The scent of sunscreen, sweat, lake water and bonfire constantly clinging to the air meant the long days were upon them, and letting go for once was a possibility. The sun and its seemingly endless hours, the warmth and new freckles she accumulated across her skin. Summer. Secretly, it was Nancy's favorite time of year.

At least, when she was counseling for summer camp alone and her kid brother wasn't one of the teens she was forced to look out for. Thankfully, Nancy had a team at her disposal. Ones she grew up and attended the same camp years and years ago... a blessing and a curse knowing exactly who you were working with. Her best friend Barb - certified blessing. Her better half and also a stickler for the rules at Camp Hawkins. Counselors like Steve Harrington? Absolute curse. He totally became a counselor for the attention, and to be called cool in the eyes of the younger kids. And, of course... to flirt his way into scoring more notches in his bedpost all summer long. But lately… Nancy wasn’t sure what it was… but there was something fun about Steve’s methods. Different in glimpses, like he was trying to keep it on the down low.

He cared about them. Nancy could see it — how Steve would scold and yell while they screeched and cackled, raking a hand through that mop of perfect hair, acting all stressed out… but she’d witnessed that little smile when the kids weren’t looking. Bit by bit, Nancy’s own formed with it when caught. Steve cheered for their accomplishments when it came to feats small and large — from winning a hot dog eating contest or holding their breath the longest, to scoring a home run, a goal, or his team winning the mini triathlon hosted at the end of the season. Despite seemingly appearing otherwise, Steve was passionate, and that’s why it was so frustrating when he acted like he wasn’t. Lazy. Not wanting to do anything but sit out in the sun, let the kids run around without any structure, easily bribed into giving them what they wanted. She hoped to show him camp could still be exciting with discipline. That even through being held responsible for their actions you could still be the counselor they relied on.

In time.

Nancy just didn’t expect Steve to come interrupting her activity planning for tomorrow with a six-pack, cigarettes, and a charming smile when it was supposed to be punishment for him letting her brother’s group go past curfew… and to actually be enjoying herself with his presence. Nancy didn’t think she’d ever laughed in his presence — or actually had a conversation with him. “Okay, focus, Harrington, cause I’m trying to get this done. And shotgunning beers doesn’t impress me, I can do it better than you~” Deliberate in letting that challenge hang in the air, Nancy swiftly continued. “What about… well, there’s a creek we could all hike to. I know we’ve got the lake, but packing up picnic lunches, creating a scavenger hunt with a prize like… igniting the nightly bonfire might make them work harder to win. And I think there’s a cave we could all explore, tell spooky stories.” Pen tapped the clipboard, brows furrowed deep in thought, ignoring the way their arms gently brushed in the moonlight with nothing but crickets and nature their white noise. Distracting, all of it was, and Nancy forced her focus to fixate on anything else but Steve Harrington sitting beside her and staring. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The lake. The camp. “Kinda makes you forget who you are for a bit.” And the days flew by. Before long they’d all be going home again.

#( you think it's too late to put saving the world on your college resume? ; nancy wheeler )#fablesuntold #// STOP BEING CHARMING STEVE ITS WORKING #// 🥺🥺🥺

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xuqijie · 2 years ago

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minatozaki sana x f!reader

# tw ; cursing

# genre ; angst, maybe fluff at the start

after a comment you had made, sana starts ignoring you. what happens if you do the same?

“some help here would be appreciated,” you muttered, fixing the camera onto the tripod again.

“didn’t you tell me,” the brunette smirked, “that all i needed to do was stand still and look pretty?” you cursed your best friend and your past self under your breath.

“although i’m not sure why you had to add in that last part. aren’t i always pretty, y/n?” sana asked. but as you stared at her, dressed in a fashionable coat and an adorable red beret with her brown hair floating in the air gracefully, all you could do was nod.

you blurted out, “you’re more than pretty.”

sana looked stunned for a second, like that one hamster meme you had always said looked strikingly similar to her, before recollecting herself again and shooting you a sly grin.

“you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever met, sana,” you added on, taking more photos as sana beamed. while the compliments towards your best friend piled up, the beat of your heart had started to race with each giggle sana let out.

you wished you could capture her voice in these photos as well.

“any more compliments and i’ll think you’re in love with me, y/n,” sana remarked jokingly.

the camera in your hands nearly slipped.

“no. never,” you mumbled, “you’re not my type anyway.” or rather, you knew you weren’t sana’s type. while pretending to check the photos, you missed the disappointment that flashed across your best friend’s face.

after the incident, as you and dahyun had coined, sana had begun drifting away from you. for example, constantly reading your messages hours later despite the fact that you knew she was always on her phone or accidentally bumping into you in the hallways and not even sparing a glance.

you had managed to catch her after class one time, but it went rather sour.

“hey, sana!” you walked, or actually ran, towards her. she was trapped, like you had planned. if she decided to walk away even after you had yelled her name for the whole corridor to hear… you didn’t want to even imagine what type of gossip would spread.

“do you want to go to that new tteokbokki place after school?” you asked, “it’s around the corner a few blocks away from—”

“y/n,” sana interrupted, “i already went with my friends yesterday. i’ll see you later.” was all she said before walking away.

you stood there, blinking away the tears that were quickly forming in your eyes. how could she have already gone there if it opened today? you thought bitterly. luckily, the students in that hallway had quickly left and none of them witnessed you breaking down.

well none. except for one particular im nayeon, a friend of sana’s, who decided to make her presence known once the tears started dripping down your cheeks.

“hey y/n.”

you jumped, probably almost a foot in the air. once nayeon had came into your view, you started wiping your tears away with your sleeves roughly.

“oh… uhm, hi. i’m sorry about that. or sorry for seeing that,” nayeon started out, “are you okay?”

you sniffed, “yeah. i’ll be okay.”

nayeon shifted awkwardly next to you before asking, “if… if you’re okay with it, i could go with you? i know we only know each other because of sana but i needed to find someone to go there too.” you chuckled. nayeon’s strange behaviour was quite endearing.

“sure, let me just…” you paused. originally, you were meant to walk sana home after her cheer meeting, but she was probably going to ditch you again for some lame excuse.

“just…?” nayeon asked.

you pushed your phone back into your pocket before smiling weakly, “nevermind. let’s go?”

the both of you had arrived at the cafe a few minutes later. it really was quite close to your school and the food there was amazing too. nayeon had vouched for it, saying that she had tried the same chain at a different place and that the tteok would forever be number one in her heart.

you simply laughed at her weird attempts to cheer you up. she had even told you about the one time her pet dog, kookeu, had somehow managed to clog her toilet bowl and caused a whole ordeal in the im house. it was rather funny how hard nayeon tried to distract you from sana’s behaviour. and it worked. for a blissful hour, sana had not once crossed your mind.

not until the doors were pushed open and the loud ringing of the bell attached at the doors perked your attention. your eyes widened as sana came in striding, eyes searching around the quaint cafe.

nayeon had also spotted sana before she saw the two of you and tried to hide under the table, but by then, it was already too late as your best friend towered over your table.

“nayeon,” sana greeted sharply before turning to you, “why are you here? why didn’t you answer my texts?” you looked away from her. “i didn’t see them,” you answered blankly while nayeon’s eyes darted between the two of you. sana scoffed and grabbed your wrist in a tight grip, pulling you out of the cafe and into an alley.

“what are you doing?” you yelled, trying to get out of sana’s hold.

“i know you saw my texts! what are you doing here with nayeon?” sana demanded, “why were you ignoring them?”

you flinched at her tone. normally, if sana was happy or excited, she would have a high pitched shrieking voice. if she felt drowsy, her voice would deepen. but you had never experienced her anger directed towards you.

“what’s wrong with you?”

“just answer me! you were ignoring them on purpose, i know it!”

you stared at her in confusion and shock.

“what are you talking about? so now, only you can ignore me? must i be at your beck and call every second? this might be a surprise for you but friends are meant to be a two way street, sana!”

sana became alarmingly still, but it didn’t remain that way for long since she tightened her grip and shouted, “i wasn’t ignoring you, i was busy! not that you would understand, always doing useless shit like going out with my friends. and for the record, i just wanted to be with other people for a second! and with you always fucking being here… i have other friends too!” at the end, sana was breathing heavily while you just stood there, unmoving.

you blinked. at every word sana spoke, you felt your heart shatter a tiny bit more. it was painful, hearing what sana really thought about you.

“fine… whatever,” you said, ignoring the way your voice cracked, “you wanna be left alone so bad? i’ll leave you alone. sorry for thinking we could be something more than friends. i won’t bother you anymore.”

sana seemed to regain her composure and started to realise what she had said, and what you had implied. heartbroken, you started to walk back to the cafe where you probably had some explaining to do.

“y/n, no! wait please!” sana yelled out, sprinting after you, “y/n!” despite her pleas, you just continued walking, tears falling as your argument replayed in your head.

it was only when sana had managed to take ahold of your wrist once more that you let the sorrow drown you.

“what… what do you want me to do?” you choked out, “telling me to go away… i’m doing what you want me to do!” sana gazed at you before sighing.

“i’m sorry. please.”

“sorry…” you repeated, “you really think sorry can fix how i feel right now?”

sana pulled you in closer.

“i didn’t mean what i said. please believe me. i was just… upset… that you said i wasn’t your type. and that you would never fall in love with me,” sana explained slowly, “i’m sorry for ignoring you so long. it’s all my fault, please don’t cry.” you slumped in her hold, too tired to even respond.

“it was hypocritical of me to get angry at you for doing the same thing i did. please… please don’t leave me. i need you,” sana whispered. and despite all the hurtful words she spat out, a part of you could never even think of leaving her.

you dipped your head into the crook of her neck and sighed contently. sana embraced you, unlike the painful grip she had on your wrist before, her arms around you felt warm and comforting.

“i love you. i love you so much. i’m so in love with you. don’t cry anymore, i’m sorry for hurting you.”

#minatozaki sana x reader #sana x reader #twice

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ijustloveharry · 2 years ago

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HOW COULD HE DO THIS? / 3.1k words / angst

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Y/N was trying not to let it bother her.

The media makes something out of nothing all the time - and she was aware it was part of Harry's work sometimes.

But he has to have seen it.

And to not even call and check in?

She took a deep breath and ran her hands over her face. The bath water was cold now, determined to stay in until she had brushed it from her mind. Unsuccessful, she drained the tub and towels down.

Checking her phone, she curses at a missed call from Harry.

She brushed off the voice telling her to ignore him until the morning. She decided to text him instead.

Hey, sorry, I was in the bath. Miss you lots.

She decided not to outright ask about the photos spreading through the internet, telling herself these things always get blown out of proportion. They were undeniably him, sure, but they could be photoshopped. People are good these days - and she didn't want him to think she was insecure or couldn't handle being with someone as exposed as he is.

Instead of texting her back, she saw Harry's face pull up on her screen indicating a FaceTime.

"Hey" She smiled as she answered. Fake it til you make it.

"Hey" He said softly, glancing down away from the camera. Y/N's stomach dropped. Something was off.

"Did you see the pictures?" He asked simply

She let out a soft breath

"Yeah, of course I did." She sighed "They're everywhere, Harry, and everyone I know keeps asking me about it. Kinda hard to ignore, actually, they look pretty real this time."

Harry sat silently and Y/N felt an overwhelming dread to stop the conversation before it went any further.

"Y/N-"

"I don't understand how they can get away with this kind of stuff! Its so-"

"Y/N" He interrupted, firmly this time. "Please just listen"

Y/N's mouth clamped shut at his tone. She didn't like where this was going at all.

"It's not -" He ran his hands through his hair. She looked at his face on the screen - really looked, and could tell he hadn't been sleeping.

"They are real" He sighed to himself.

Y/N's entire body froze.

She wasn't expecting this. Really - she had spent so long telling herself that it happens all the time that she hadn't really considered it to be true.

How could he do this?

"What?" She said simply. She was in shock - too shocked to yell at him or cry or do any of the things her brain was screaming at her.

How could he do this to her?

"I'm so sorry." He said in defeat. The unreadable expression on Y/N's face scared him more than he could admit.

She wasn't upset, actually, she was livid. How could he do this to her? And get caught by paps, nonetheless. She had been defending him to her friends and family and she was embarrassed that she really believed they were fake.

"I didn't- I didn't think there were any pictures. I was going to tell you. I wanted to tell you right away but I wanted to do it in person. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

Hot tears were streaming down her face now. They were the kind of tears that couldn't be forgiven. Tears or rage and betrayal and mistrust. She couldn't even look at him.

"I don't want to look at you so I'm going to go"

"Y/N please." He pleaded softly "I really want to talk about this"

"I don't give a fuck what you want, Harry. I'll call you if I decide I want to talk about it." She hung up before he could get another word in, and allowed herself to really break down now that she was finally alone. When her tears subsided, she unlocked her phone and found the countless articles exposing the affair.

The photos were innocent, mostly. Harry and the young actress laughing on the beach. She stopped when she found the one she was looking for, Harry's curls seen as his lips were pressed on hers as his hands were wrapped around her waist.

Harry was gone all the time. He worked abroad constantly and she knew he had countless woman at his disposal, but he promised Y/N he only had eyes for her. He assured her she would never have anything to worry about. She broke out in sobs again as she realized just how stupid she had been for really hoping - believing that they were fake.

She didn't want to know who she was or how Harry knew her. She didn't want to see him ever again.

He was supposed to be back in LA this weekend, he was going to come to her house straight from the airport. She hoped he didn't.

She didn't want to call her friends. She didn't want to admit to anyone that she was wrong and that the photos of him all over another girl were, in fact, of him and that he was capable of doing this to her. She didn't want to be alone, either.

After crying on and off for a few more hours, she decided she needed to do something or she was just going to get worse. She had already called in the rest of the week and needed to escape her apartment before she suffocated in memories of Harry.

So Y/N got dressed up. Really dressed up. She did a full face of makeup and put on Harry's favourite bodycon dress and she walked the streets of LA until she found a bar that she could drown her sorrows in.

She settled on a small, dingey pub. The younger crowd settled on the dancefloor and the older ones by the pool table or bar - she took an empty seat and ordered herself a drink, Harry's favourite drink, and drank to forget. She ordered another when she was done and she had four shots to follow that. Four shots down the throat; four years down the drain.

The alcohol didn't help though. It just made her want to call him. She had left her phone at home because she couldn't stop looking at the photos and the hundreds of messages flooding to her asking if they had broken up. She didn't really know if they had.

"Can I?"

Y/N was snapped from her self pity by a young guy, about two inches shorter than Harry. He seemed nice. She could pretend he was him.

"Yes you may" She smiled, straightening up a bit.

"What brings you here? My friends are out there dancing but I'm not much of a clubber, I'd rather drink at home like a normal person.

She laughed at that, unsure if he was trying to insinuate something or if he really just felt that way. This wasn't right. He wasn't Harry.

"I don't drink much." She admitted, the liquor catching up to her a bit. "Think I might be drunk"

The boy raised his eyebrows, smiling at her. "Are you here by yourself?"

Y/N realized just how vulnerable she was, and it made her want to drink even more. She wanted to drink until she didn't care about any of that anymore - she didn't care what happened to her or where she ended up tonight because it didn't matter. She would still wake up tomorrow and see those pictures and everything she was feeling would come back.

Then she burst into tears, and the guy shifted uncomfortably, clearly not expecting her to get upset.

"Hey - I haven't had anything to drink. Can you let me drive you home? Are you okay?"

His concern seemed truthful to Y/N, and it's not like she wouldn't have gotten into his car (hell, his apartment) if she was single. So she nodded softly, following him out to his car. She told him her neighbourhood and he was relieved to see she wasn't too far from home.

"Sorry, I just gotta call my friends and let them know I'll be leaving. Itll be quick."

Y/N stared out the window, feeling like he didn't need a response. The dial tone rung through the bluetooth in his car.

"Jesse! Where you at man, you disappeared on us!" His friends voice could barely be heard over the music. Y/N wasn't sure she even got his name. Jesse.

"Yeah man I'm just giving a girl a ride home. She's pretty gone and seemed to there by herself, so, didn't feel good about just leaving her there."

"You're too nice man! Supposed to be a fun night out for ya"

"Being decent isn't inconvenient, but ok. I'll be back to pick you guys up soon."

"See ya man."

The call ended then, and Y/N shuddered at the sudden silence.

"I - uh, have a boyfriend" She said quietly, almost apologetically.

"Okay. Where's he at? He should know not to let someone so good out of his sight or someone else might swoop in." Jesse teased, and Y/N burst into tears again.

"Hey - sorry. I was just kidding. I promise I'm not gonna try anything. I'm uh, actually gay. So"

Jesse scratched the back of his head.

"No-" Y/N could barely make it through a sentence. So she gave herself a minute to let the sobbing stop. "He just cheated on me, actually."

"Oh." Was all he said, realizing his comment was obviously not very funny, given the circumstances. "I'm sorry."

Y/N shrugged. She was sorry too.

"I really believed he didn't."

"You guys didn't break up then? or he cheated on you and just fucking left you there? Look - I know I don't know you or anything but that's definitely not cool. Hey, what's your name again?"

Y/N smiled for the first time today, and thought before she answered.

"Y/N." She said. "And no, he's out of town. I saw some pictures."

"Ah." Jesse said "I'm Jesse, and the guy is clearly brain dead cuz you've been lovely company so far. Crying and all."

Y/N snorted at that, smiling again.

"Thanks." She said "I don't know how to forgive him"

"Why the fuck would you" He retorted, baffled at her statement

"I want to" She admitted. She was drunk and in a stranger's car and all she wanted was to see Harry. She wanted him to be waiting for her at her house and she wanted time to go back so she didn't know any of this. She just wanted the man she fell in love with.

"There are plenty of fish in the sea, Y/N." Jesse said softly.

"Not like him" She barely whispered, tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. "I don't think I'll ever want someone else."

They pulled into her block, and she pointed to the building on the side of the road.

She didn't get out of the car, though.

She saw it from when they came up the block, but now that they were close it was confirmed. Harry's car was in the parking lot.

"Are you going to be okay? Do you need to call someone?"

Y/N gulped and shook her head no.

She climbed out of the car and grabbed her purse from the floor of the front seat.

"It was nice to meet you." She said "Thank you, really."

"Not an issue." He smiled, waving her off as he drove away.

She wasn't ready to go in so she sat down on the curb. She wasn't alone for long.

"Who the fuck was that" Harry asked, and Y/N glanced up to see his tall frame hovering behind her.

"Jesse" She said simply. She didn't know who he was or what he did. "The gay man who gave me a lift home from the bar"

Harry realized then that she was drunk, and cursed himself knowing he was likely the cause.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs." He said softly, reaching to lift her from her spot seated on the ground.

"No" Y/N snapped, pulling herself from his touch. His heart shattered in his chest. It was beating so hard he could barely breathe.

"I don't want to go anywhere with you." She growled, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"Please, baby, it's cold out here and I can tell youve been drinking"

Then Y/N cried, for what felt like the millionth time today. She can't even imagine how her makeup looked right now.

"I flew out right after you hung up and I couldn't buzz in and you haven't been answering my calls. Ive been worried"

"Oh now you're worried about me" She finally replied, standing from the sidewalk. "Well I - am absolutely fine. I made a new friend because I had no phone or way to get home. See? I'll be fine without you."

Harry didn't think his heart could break any further, but it did. He watched the woman he loved crumbled into pieces in front of him, and felt nothing but shame and guilt and regret. But it didn't matter how he felt, he wanted to be there for her.

"I just want to talk"

"I already said I don't want to talk to you" Y/N said, walking towards her building. "So just fuck off and find some other girl since it's clearly so fucking easy for you"

"That's not fair, Y/N"

She laughed at that- laughed at him. Was she supposed to pity him?

"Poor Harry - made a stupid choice and couldn't pay people off fast enough to fix it" She spit, staggering up the sidewalk into his face "I feel sooooo bad for you. Must be hard actually taking responsibilities for your actions"

Harry stayed silent. He knew he deserved that, so he let her continue to belittle him.

"You know what the worst part is?" Her tone changed, and Harry's eyes met hers for the first time tonight. Harry gulped.

"You think you can fix it." She said simply, and Harry's entire world came crashing down around him.

"I can, we can!" He insisted, reaching for her hands.

"It was perfect. I thought we were happy and you've ruined it and I can't see anything other than your hands on her. So no, Harry. I don't fucking think you can."

Tears were streaming down his face. He knew this could happen, he knew she might not ever look at him the same again.

"I don't want to see you anymore, Harry. I don't want to see you ever again. So get the fuck out of my way"

It was that moment she swayed a bit too much, and Harry caught her before she could fall. She burst into tears and she was suddenly so angry and sad and overwhelmed and she didn't know what to do other than cry.

"How could you do this to me" She sobbed "I loved you more than anything and you did this to me"

Harry's tears were hot as they pooled silently from his eyes. He didn't know what to say. He didn't have any excuses - he was tipsy and lonely and it had just happened. He immediately regretted it and it didn't go any further. They had just been hanging out as colleagues, and it got out of hand. She was too friendly and he was too polite to stop it before it got out of hand.

He wanted to tell her that Gisele pushed for more - told him she liked him and that it could be their secret. He wanted to tell Y/N that he told Gisele he didn't want anything to do with her and that it was the most fucked up thing he'd ever done in his life. He wanted to tell Y/N how much he loved her and that he would do anything to make it right

But he didn't, she didn't want to hear his excuses. Those were to comfort him, not her.

So he held her as she cried and hit his chest and tore him apart. He deserved to be the receiving end of her pain.

She finally stopped, and she looked up at him as he cried silently and took her insults without defense. She held onto him as if it was the last time she ever would.

"I can't trust you now and I don't know how we can be together when you leave for months."

"I won't leave" He whispered "I'll stay with you and we can buy a house and we can have a normal life. I don't have to go anywhere because there is no point if I don't have you to come home to"

Y/N wasn't sure if he really meant that or if he was just saying what she might want to hear. She didn't know if she wanted to find out.

"You know that's not true, Harry. You have work and contracts and obligations - and so do I. That's why I couldn't come with you in the first place, which was a mistake, obviously."

"I'll retire." He pleaded "We can both retire. I've got loads saved - we can travel together or move away somewhere. Anywhere you want, Y/N, please just don't give up."

Their whispers and whimpers were the only noise in the night air, and Y/N realized just how cold she really was.

"Let's go inside." She finally said, cursing at herself for giving in to him. "But that doesn't mean anything."

Yes it did. Harry thought to himself, but he just nodded in agreement with her.

When they finally got inside, Y/N said in defeat "I don't know how I can be with you when I can't even look at you."

Harry couldn't look at her either, her fragile state was tearing him apart from the inside.

She was still in the dress she had wore out, and she wanted to curl up in Harry's hoodie and watch a movie. She wanted to pretend she wasn't angry and sad and confused and just forget for a moment. She wanted to stop feeling like this.

"I dont want to talk about it anymore" she said, exhaustion catching up to her. "I'm tired, Harry."

His eyes softened as her anger dissipated into hurt. He would never forgive himself for being the cause of this.

"Okay. That's okay. Tell me what you need Y/N - please"

She believed the regret in his eyes. That made her feel even more stupid and vulnerable - but she believed him.

"I don't know" She began to cry again "I don't know how to make this feeling in my chest go away"

Harry knew exactly what she meant, so he went to her. He wrapped her in his arms and let her cry into him until she fell asleep. He carried her to bed and changed her into one of his t-shirts, tucking her into bed as his tears fell at her exhausted frame.

How could he do this to her?

#harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry styles angst #harry styles

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funeral-grayy · 2 years ago

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Summary: Girls night out with a twist

Series Masterlist

Warnings: NSFW, minors dni, smut, alcohol

Tag list: @holywolfsstuff @hypernovaxx @nightriver99 @kyrah-williams @yomamaisme @astralkiss

Chapter Six:

Maybe this is what you’d needed, a night out with Mina and completely free of the two boys. As much as you loved them both and appreciated everything they’d done for you, you needed a break from them breathing down your neck constantly. While Mina was out on the dance floor, you’d decided to sneak up to the bar and grab yourself another drink. You’d told yourself you wouldn’t be getting drunk tonight, just enough to let loose and have some fun. You tried to grab the bartender’s attention a few times but huffed as he continued to serve everyone but you. What was even more annoying, was the fact that someone saddled right up next to you and the bartender immediately walked over. Being too busy cursing the stranger next to you, you had missed him asking a question.

“Miss?” Snapping out of it, you looked at the handsome stranger as he gestured to the bartender, now waiting to take your order.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I’ll just get another whiskey sour please!” You yelled over the noise of the bar. The man next to you also gave the bartender his order. He glanced down at you, smiled and winked. It’d been a while since a stranger took interest in you. All you’ve gotten lately was advances from your two closest male friends, which had left you frustrated and confused. Maybe tonight you could actually have some fun, some no strings attached fun. Once you’d both been served your drinks, you both fell into a comfortable conversation. The man had introduced himself as Neito Monoma, the name sounded so familiar but you couldn’t figure out why. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, you turned on the charm. Casually touching his arm, laughing a bit too much at his lame jokes and fluttering your eyelashes whenever he held your gaze for too long.

What you couldn’t see, was the way Kirishima was strangling the beer bottle in his hand. Neito Monoma, god he fucking hated this guy. Ever since highschool, this dude was always around to provoke him and Bakugo, causing issues anytime he could. It didn’t surprise him one bit that he was trying to make a move on you. The question was, why were you letting him? He’d been making subtle passes on you all day and he couldn’t figure out what it was about Monoma that had you on his hook. He watched as Monoma leaned in to move a piece of your hair and say something to you. Kirishima’s eyes zeroed in on the hand that was now on your waist, subtly inching up. Finally deciding he’d seen enough, he slammed his now empty beer bottle on the counter, leaving a few bills next to it and stomping his way over to you. You had no time to react as Kirishima possessively wrapped an arm around your waist.

“She’s taken, back off.” Kirishima growled out, pulling you closer to his body.

“I’m pretty sure she can speak for herself” Monoma replied, trying to size him up. You were too stunned to even speak. What the fuck was going on?

Kirishima all but dragged you out of the club, ignoring the way you tried to pry your wrist from his grip, ignoring Monoma yelling at him. He knew he was being rough but fuck, seeing Monoma put his hands on you like that awoken something in him. Once out in the dimly lit alleyway, he pushed you against the brick wall, his body encompassing your small one. You could feel the frustration rolling off of him in waves but you were fucking pissed. Who did he think he was? Following you to the club and then interrupting you? Did he not trust you to be out on your own? Feeling your anger rise, you tried to push Kirishima away from you but he wasn’t budging. He gazed down at you, his own fury matching yours. What did he have to be angry over? You shoved him again and let out a frustrated yell.

“What’s your problem! Are you fucking kidding me Kirishima?!” He only snorted in response, pressing himself even more into your body.

“You’re my fucking problem. What the hell was that back there? Neito Monoma?” It was very rare to hear Kirishima swear, so when he did, you knew you were in trouble. You didn’t care though, he had no right to charge in there all cave man and drag you outside.

“Yes. Neito Monoma. If I want to have some fucking fun, I can! I’m a grown ass woman!” You argued back, not understanding what his deal with Neito was but not caring enough to question it. You were an adult, if you wanted to have a one night stand, he had no right to stop you. You went to try and shove him again, but he quickly gathered your wrists into one of his hands. He was bigger than you, stronger than you. As angry as you were with him, you couldn’t help the way his strength turned you on at this moment.

“Oh, you wanna have some fun? Why didn’t you just ask? We can have some fucking fun, sweetheart.” The hand on your waist made its way to grasp the side of your neck, the other one still holding your wrists. He leaned in close to you, breathing hard. God, he had to try and control himself but something about you fed into his primal urges. He teasingly nipped at your bottom lip, before roughly kissing you. You immediately responded, kissing back hard. You had so much pent up sexual frustrations and if he willingly wanted to help you, who were you to say no. You could feel his thick cock pressed against your lower stomach. You could tell he was big, and the girth made you nervous. He was going to absolutely ruin you. He pulled back ever so slightly and gripped your throat a bit tighter.

“God, I’ve wanted you for so fucking long. Let’s get out of here.” You whined as he let go of your throat and moved his body away. He grabs your wrist again and leads you to the front of the bar where all the cabs are lined up. He spots an empty one and opens the door for you. Were you really about to do this? Hook up with Kirishima? You smiled fondly at him and got into the cab, him scooting in next to you. He placed one of his large hands dangerously high on your thigh and gave the driver his address.

“Why do you hate Monoma so much?” You knew it was probably the wrong move asking him this, but he had you curious now. His eyebrows pinched together and he let out a deep sigh. He pressed himself closer to you, his mouth right next to your ear now.

“I don’t want to talk about him right now.” His hot breath hitting your neck had slick pooling in your panties. He was so close to you and your body was going haywire from it. He glanced up at the driver but thankfully his eyes were on the road and he wasn’t paying attention to the both of you. It was more than likely he was used to drunk couples making out or hooking up in the back seat.

“I rather talk about how hard I’m going to fuck you when we get home.” Your cunt clenched around nothing as he whispered into your ear, his hand trailing higher on your thigh. He was so close to where you needed him but he stopped, a smirk forming on his lips. This was a whole new side to Kirishima you’d never seen or even thought existed. You always saw him as this innocent gentleman and assumed he’d be the same way in bed. You let out a gasp as his hand snuck under your skirt, pinky finger brushing against your clothed slit. You tried to rub your thighs together but the grip he had on your thigh wouldn’t allow it. You slapped your hand over your mouth as you let out a little whine, not wanting the cab driver to hear you. Kirishima ran his pinky up and down at a torturous pace. Enough to make you more wet but not enough to relieve the ache you felt. You didn’t want to ruin the mood but you were nervous this would make things weird between the two of you and needed reassurance it wouldn’t.

“This won’t ruin our friendship, will it?” Once again, the word friend tasted bitter in your mouth. Your feelings for him have only grown over the past few days. You knew this was a bad idea and would only leave you craving more, but you were selfish and wanted to find out what it would be like to be with him.

“You wanted some no strings attached fun and that’s what i’m going to give you. We can pretend it didn’t happen after.” It killed him to say that because he had no idea how he’d be able to go back to being just your friend but if that's what you needed him to be, that’s what he’d be. Always his downfall, putting other people's needs above his own.

The cab came to a stop and Kirishima paid the driver quickly, wanting nothing more to get you in the house and strip you down. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you out of the cab and ushered you inside, fumbling with his keys as he unlocked the door. As soon as you had made it through the threshold, he spun you around and pinned you to the front door. His lips quickly found yours in a bruising kiss, his hands trailing down your thighs.

"Jump."

Listening to his command, you wrapped you arms around his neck and jumped, circling your legs around his waist. He gripped your thighs as he clumsily made his way down the hallway, trying not to bump into any walls while you distracted him. You kissed and nipped at his neck, leaving small little love bites here and there. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to mark him but you were to turned on too care. Too caught up in the moment.

Once he reached the room, he kicked the door up and threw you on the bed like you weighed nothing, he could barely handle the innocent doe eyed look you were currently giving him. He held eye contact and slowly brought his hand down to the front of his pants, slowly rubbing over his bulge. He stroked himself through his pants slowly, groaning deeply as he threw his head back. You shuffled yourself to the end of the bed and pushed his hand away, desperate to free his cock from the confines of his pants. You made fast work of the button and zipper, tugging his pants and boxer briefs down in one go but evidently getting stuck around his thick thighs. He huffs out a small laugh and quickly rids himself of his clothes fully. You lean back slightly to take him in. Kirishima was huge in comparison to you, every part of him was thick and layered with muscles. Your eyes slowly trailed down his chiseled chest, raking over the small trail of red pubic hair that led to his impressive length. Impressive was definitely an understatement, you gasped at the sheer size of him. Not only was he long but he was thick, his girth beyond anyone you’ve been with.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make it fit.”

Your eyes snapped up to Kirishima’s as he spoke, a wicked grin stretched across his lips. You nodded dumbly, your mouth completely refusing to work as you continued to ogle the man in front of you. Taking the control back, Kirishima pushed you back against the bed and positions himself on top of you. His large hands skim up your thighs agonizingly slow, making sure to take his time and tease you. Once he reaches your dress, his makes a sound of disapproval.

“Is that why you wore this dress? Hoping you’d find someone to fuck you?”

He didn’t give you a chance to reply before he ripped the dress right down the front, letting the fabric fall to the sides and exposing yourself to him. The groan and whispered fuck that left his mouth was sinful, his eyes searing your skin as he took you in. His hands immediately went to your tits, grabbing and pulling. You whined as he played with your nipples, already drunk off of lust. Dipping his head down, his tongue wrapped around one of your nipples while the other was pinched and pulled. He licked and sucked your nipple, pulling moan after moan from you.

He switched sides and gave your other nipple the same attention. While one is his hands continued to grope you, you were so distracted you hadn’t even realized his other one was slowly making its way down your body. You gasped as he rubbed your pussy over the small thong you were wearing. Releasing your nipple with a pop, he sat back a bit to take you in. Your tits were covered in his spit, he admired the reddening bite marks and blossoming bruises.

“You’ve completely drenched these panties. Is this all for me?”

“All for you Kiri, all for you”

You were already a babbling fucked out mess. He’d barely even touched you and could only imagine how you looked once he thoroughly fucked you. His cock jumped at the thought, wanting nothing more than to push into your tight little hole. He had to be patient though, he wanted to draw this out for as long as possible, knowing tomorrow you’d both be back to being friends and nothing more. He didn’t want to dwell on that thought though, he had you now and he’d take full advantage of that. He pressed down harder onto your clothed slit, entranced by the way the fabric is completely soaked through.

“I’m going to ruin this pretty little pussy”

You whined as he pushed your panties to the side and slowly ran two fingers up and down your slit. You were almost embarrassed with how wet you were. He continued his ministrations, dipping a finger past your lips only to barely move past the tight opening.

“Please Kiri!”

“Please what? Want me to stuff this pussy with my fingers?”

Before you had even finished nodding once, he pushed two fingers into your cunt. You threw your head back and moaned, his thick fingers immediately filling you up. He started finger fucking you slowly, dragging his finger tips along your g-spot but not enough pressure to relieve the needy ache. His thumb began to play with your clit, watching your expression change into one of pure bliss. You hadn’t been touched like this in what felt like months, your pleasure was always set to the back burner when it came to intimacy with Denki. He always had one thing in mind and that was his pleasure. You’d put up with it for so long, you just wanted to please him and be good. This pleasure you were feeling was wildly different, the attention completely on you.

“Faster please!”

And just like that, he added a third finger and quickly changed to a brutal pace. His room now filled with the sound of his soaked fingers fucking your cunt. The sound was absolutely obscene but it just spurred Kirishima on more. He couldn’t believe this was happening and that he was the reason you were this wet. His dick ached at the thought, growing harder as he thought about being inside of you. He groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my fingers.”

Your eyes rolled back as the heat inside of you exploded, your orgasm taking over your body. You back arched off the bed as you swore and moaned Kirishima’s name. This was a sight that would he ingrand in his mind forever. He’ll use the image of you cumming for weeks, he already knows that. Pulling his fingers from your pussy, he couldn’t believe the mess you had made, a small spot on the sheet below you wet. He watched as you slowly came down from your high, eyes glazed over and looking at him with big doe eyes. He sat back a bit to take you all in, naked and shaking below him. Just as he went to reach for a condom, you both froze when you heard the front door slam. Kirishima smirked as he reached for your discarded panties instead.

“Open up.”

With confusion written all over your face, you obeyed and opened your mouth for him. He leaned forward a bit and shoved your panties into your mouth, effectively silencing you.

“Think you can keep this pretty mouth quiet while I fuck you? We wouldn’t want Kats to hear”

#bakugou x reader #bakugo katuski #bakugo katuski x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijirou #my hero acedamia #my hero x reader #my hero smut #bnha

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slut-4-rafe · 4 years ago

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"Red!"

Soft Dom! Remus, Soft Dom! James, Angry Dom! Sirius, Sub Female! Reader.

Summary: Sirius takes his bad day out on you.

Warnings: Smut, angry Sirius, very rough, daddy kink, degration, spanking, choking, use of safe word, fluffy ending.

Part 1

You walked into your last class of the day, transfiguration, the class you shared with only one out of three of your boyfriends. You made your way over to you spot, which happened to be right next to Sirius. His clenched fist and tight jaw didn't go unnoticed by you, so you took your seat and placed one of your soft hands over his fisted one. He turned his gaze to you, his gray eyes boring into yours. He was mad.

At you.

You quickly retracted your hand and turned your gaze to the front of the class where Mcgonagall was teaching. You felt him shift slightly, causing his knee to bump yours then his breathe on your neck.

"Your going to regret everything you did earlier." he growled, earning a confused expression from you.

Here we go.

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"Wait! Sirius!" you said, tripping over your feet as Sirius drug you through the halls. His legs being much longer allowed him to take longer strides. "Slow down."

He kept his stony gaze foreword, glaring at anyone who got in his way. Fortunately for you, you saw your two other boyfriends exit their last class, which they so happened to have together. When they spotted their boyfriend practically dragging their girlfriend through the crowd of students, they instantly followed them.

Soon you guys made it to the boys' dorm. Sirius practically shoved you inside, his angry face not leaving. Remus and James looked between the two of you with questionable looks.

"What's wrong?" James asked.

"She." Sirius glared at you. "Decided it was a good idea to flirt with those Prewett twins. Then be late to potions. And act like nothing happened."

You looked at him with a shocked expression. "W-what?"

"Don't act like a dumb bitch." he sneered.

By now, you, James, and Remus were looking at Sirius with wide eyes. Everyone knew Sirius had a degrading kink, but he was never this mean.

"Sirius." Remus warned. "Puppy, why were you late to class?" he made his way to you and stroked you hair back.

"I accidentally left my wand in the great hall after lunch."

Sirius laughed angrily. "She doesn't have to act like a dumb bitch, she practically is one." he rolled his eyes.

You turned your gaze to look down at your twiddling hands. You knew his words were just for the moment, like every other time, but you felt like something was off.

"Look at me." Remus said. You turned your gaze to look into the lycanthropes eyes. "You know your not supposed to be late pup. It's our rule."

You nodded.

"What happens to girl who don't follow the rules?" this time James was talking. You turned your gaze to the spectacled boy.

"They get punishment." you muttered.

"Stop mumbling." Sirius snapped. "You weren't mumbling to those red headed twins earlier. Why now?"

"I...." you looked at him with wide eyes. "I wasn't flirting with the twins. I was simply asking them-"

"To fuck you?" Sirius interrupted.

"No!"

"Then what brat?"

"I was just asking if they knew where my wand was!"

Sirius rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Now your yelling at me?" Your eyes widened in realization. You did raise your voice at him. He sat down on the edge of his bed. "Come on." he gestured to his thighs. You looked between Remus and James, hoping for some type of help. They just shook their head in disappointment and gestured for you to go. You slowly trudged over to Sirius where he yanked you down to where you lay upon his jeaned thighs. He yanked your skirt down roughly before placing a hard slap to your ass, not even giving you a warning. You yelped at the stinging from his rings. He smacked you again, this time even harder. "Such." smack. "A." smack. "Dumb." smack. "Fucking." smack. "Whore." smack. You were practically screaming in pain right now. But you knew you had to be good for them, and the less you fought, the faster it would be over. You yelped when he yanked you up and threw you on the bed. "What are you?"

"A dumb whore." you mumbled. He roughly cupped your cheeks and looked into your eyes.

"Speak up."

"Sorry Si. I'm a dumb whore."

"S'not Si. It's daddy."

"Sorry daddy." you said.

"Which one of you want to fuck her first?" Sirius turned to look over at his two boyfriends. James raised his hand. They too quickly undressed while Sirius roughly rid you of your clothes.

"Okay puppy. James is going to fuck you while you suck Sirius off. Is that okay?" Remus asked as he stroked your back from where you sat on your hands and knees. You nodded.

"Words." James said.

"Yes daddy."

"Good."

James teased your folds with his tip before slowly pushing in. You both groaned slightly as he pushing all the way in. Sirius rid himself of his jeans and forced his cock through your lips. James started to thrust in and out of you and a slow but hard pace. Meanwhile, Sirius didn't let you take charge of sucking him off like he usually does. He grabbed the back of your head and forced his cock all the way down your throat, throwing his head back and letting his eyes roll back. He throat fucked you until your throat burned from his tip constantly slamming into the back of your throat. Your jaw ached and your head hurt from his hard grip.

"Your doing so good baby." Remus soothed, patiently awaiting his turn.

Both of the boys thrusts got sloppy. You felt James' cum shoot out in small spurts, coating your walls. This had you shaking from pleasure. Then Sirius had you shaking in pain as he pushed you all the way down his cock until your nose was buried in his lower stomach. You started to loose oxygen before Sirius' cum shot into your throat. He yanked your head back roughly, to which you instantly took a big breathe.

They switched positions. Remus in front of you, James kneeling next to him, and Sirius behind you.

For the first time were you nervous for sex.

"Be good and don't move." Sirius growled, slapping your ass roughly.

Remus gently eased his cock into your mouth, allowing you to bob your head on your own. Without warning, Sirius slammed all the way into you, not giving you any time to adjust. You yelped in pain and pleasure.

"Fuck." he cursed.

This is where things started to take a turn.

He slammed ridiculously hard into you, his tip abusing your cervix. You were yelping around Remus' cock. James and Remus shared worried looks, but they knew you knew your safe word, so to them, you were enjoying it.

But boy were they wrong.

You'd never felt so much pain during sex. But you wanted to be good for them. For Sirius.

"Your such a fucking whore." he groaned. "So fucking worthless."

That hurt.

But you continued.

"Fucking dumb."

Pain.

"Your just a fucking whore for us to fuck." he grunted, slamming into you so roughly you screamed around the lycanthropes cock. "I." slam. "Fucking." slam. "Hate." slam. "You."

That did it.

You pushed Remus out of your mouth and screamed. "Red! Red! Red! Please stop."

James practically shoved Sirius out of you and went straight to your side. You weren't having it. Without looking at any of them, you quickly threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and ran out of the room, much to your bodies dismay.

You rushed to your dorm, which you shared with your best friends, Lily, Marlene, Alice and Dorcas. You wiped away tears before opening the door, finding all the girls on their beds, ready to tuck themselves into their duvets and go to sleep. But when they saw you limping, holding your lower stomach, and tears rimming your eyes, they looked at you with concerned faces.

"Y/n!" Lily exclaimed. She, along with the other girls, rushed to your side and helped you sit down on the closest bed.

"What happened babe?" Marlene asked.

"He hates me." you muttered.

"Who hates you love?" Dorcas asked.

"Sirius...."

"That's not true-"

"He said it." you interrupted Lily's words. The girls' eyes widened as they searched for any hint of a joke, but when they found none, their faces turned red in anger.

"That fucking dick." Marlene seethed.

"I-"

"Y/N!" the door slammed open, revealing, now clothed boys.

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Part 2 will be out soon.

#poly marauders #marauders smut #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #marauders x reader #smut

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sapphic-lovegood · 4 years ago

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Salvation in the form of your grace…

Poly!Rafe Cameron x (Fem)Reader x Barry

As Rafe allows himself to continue to be brainwashed by his father, his slowly leaves behind the two people who truly love him more than anyone.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, emotional manipulation, drug and alcohol use, cursing, violence, homophobia, (light)dom/sub dynamic, smut

A/N: I will die on my Rarry hill so let me have this, also please be nice because some of the things written in are from personal experience so don’t freak out thinking I added it for shock value. Fanfiction is how I cope.

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I'm not ready to be just another of your mistakes

The trio was indeed an odd group. No one was quite sure what to make of it, but they didn’t question. Simply out of fear of the two men constantly by her sides.

It all started with a drunken blur of a night. Rafe was high and upset and he found himself at Barry’s trailer.

Rafe pounded his fist against the door until it swung open.

“It’s late- the fuck do you want?” Barry asked.

Y/N was there, leaning out from behind Barry shyly.

“Rafe, are you okay?” She whispered softly, stepping past Barry to gently take Rafe’s hands.

His eyes were filled with tears, he was shaking.

“I-I need you-

Before Barry could make a reprimand Rafe for the unsolicited comment, he was interrupted.

“I-I need you both…you’s are all I’ve got anymore.” Rafe said, holding back sobs. Barry’s jaw unclenched and Y/N pulled him into her arms.

“We’re here- you have us, Rafe.” She whispered. He cried into her neck, clutching her sides.

Barry ushered them inside and settled Rafe onto the count. His hands raked through his hair as he cried.

“Hey, hey, Rafe. Look at me, you’re good. You’re good.” Barry whispered, gently touching Rafe’s chin.

“H-He doesn’t see what I do for him- he keeps fucking using me!” Rafe yelled. Y/N jumped and shakily held his cheek.

“Baby, look at me. You can’t keep doing things for him- you can’t let him treat you like this.” Y/N whispered, her thumb stroking his cheek.

“B-But he’s my dad.” He croaked. Her heart broke into a million little pieces for him. She understood more than anyone what it felt like to be discarded by a parent.

“Listen, he ain’t gonna bother you here. Alright?” Barry whispered. Rafe nodded and looked between the two.

“Thank you.” He whispered, gently taking each of their hands. Barry swallowed nervously and nodded.

“Yeah…of course, country club. You’ve always got a home here.” Barry said.

The three loved one another so much. Having been neglected all their lives. They fed off the love they never got to give. Y/N the most out of all of them. Constantly needing to be touched by one of them. Whether it was holding one of their hands or behind cradled in one of their laps.

She needed to feel as close as possible.

Barry and Y/N helped Rafe more than they knew. Helping him with his drug habit, helping him with his mental health. Trying to make sure he was in a good place and had somewhere he could express his emotions without judgement.

Rafe never understood what having a home was like until them. Rafe and Y/N had become his home.

I can't seem to drown you out long enough

Both boys hadn’t come to terms with their sexualities before their relationship. So when it started, it was difficult. Rafe wasn’t used to affection and Barry was jaded. He wasn’t good at talking about how he felt and it resulted in a lot of bickering.

The boys were fighting. Y/N could hear them from outside the trailer. She hated the fighting but it came to a point where she needed to intervene.

Storming inside and slamming the bedroom door open.

“Enough! Both of you!” She yelled, tears already burning in her eyes.

I fell victim to the sound of your love

“We’re sorry, baby.” Barry murmured. Y/N sighed and crossed her arms tightly.

“The fighting has to stop…it’s driving me crazy you guys. We love each other. A-And I know that’s hard for you two…but you know it’s true.” She whispered, her hands cupping their cheeks gently.

“We know…

“Oh fuck off, Barry.” Rafe murmured, pulling away. Y/N clenched her jaw and grabbed his sleeve.

“Look at me, Rafe. I-I know this is harder for you than anyone. With your dad…but it’s okay.” Y/N cooed, ushering Barry over.

Barry tenderly cupped Rafe’s face, causing the boy to flush.

“We love you, big boy. So I guess you’re stuck with us.” Barry said lowly, his thumb gently stroking the boy's cheek as it heated up under his palm.

“I-I love you too. Love the both of you so fucking much.” Rafe whispered. Barry smirked and pulled Rafe down into a soft kiss. Causing them both to let out a soft noise of satisfaction.

Y/N smiled brightly. Her heart swelling with adoration.

As they parted, Barry kissed Y/N gently, fingers gripping her chin.

“Aren’t you just the sweetest little problem solver, huh?” He teased. Her cheeks flushed and she pushed him back playfully.

“I-I hate when you two fight.” She whispered shyly. Rafe grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into his chest.

“We know, honey. We’re sorry. Won’t ever happen again.” Rafe cooed. She nodded, burying herself into his arms.

You're like a song that I ain't ready to stop…

I got nothing but you on my mind

Rafe’s father was becoming a problem. His cruel words slowly getting to Rafe once more. Even after spending so long letting himself be loved and cherished by not one but two people.

He couldn’t get the vile words out of his head.

“So you’re a queer freak now, is that it?”

“You think those scum actually care about you?”

“The drugs have fucked your brain up worse than we thought if you think they care about anything other than money!”

“They fucking care!” Rafe screamed, chest heaving with every strained breath that left him.

“You are nothing to them!” Ward yelled. Rafe pulled at the roots of his hair roughly. Tears filling his eyes.

“They treat me like I’m someone! They fucking care!” Rafe growled, grabbing his bag and leaving. Getting on his bike and letting it take him as fast as it could to the trailer.

The revving of the engine alerting the two inside that Rafe was home.

The trailer door slammed open and Y/N jumped.

“I need a fuckin’ drink.” He grumbled. Y/N looked to Barry who sat across from her. The worry on her face evident.

“I’ll go.” Barry said softly. Y/N nodded and watched him follow Rafe into the kitchen.

“Something happened, bug?” Barry asked, soft twang to his accent. Rafe inhaled sharply and gripped the counter tightly.

“My fucking father…what else is new.” Rafe grumbled. Barry nodded slowly, eyeing the distraught boy carefully.

“What’d he say this time?” Barry asked softly, hand coming up to gently hold the back of Rafe’s neck. Rafe turned and swallowed back tears.

“Y-You guys…you care. I know you fucking do.” Rafe whispered. Barry’s heart dropped and he nodded.

“We care, bug. Don’t doubt that, pretty boy.” Barry said, pulling him down into a tight hug.

When Y/N didn’t hear any yelling, her worry grew. She followed after him and found them tightly hugging. Rafe crying softly into Barry’s shoulder.

“Get in here, sweet cheeks.” Barry said, seeing her pout at the sight of them hugging without her. She buried herself into their arms and pressed sweet little kisses against Rafe’s tear stained cheeks.

“We love you so much, Rafey. Always be here for you.” She whispered. He laughed softly through his tears and squeezed her waist.

“I love you’s too, so fucking much.” Rafe murmured. Y/N squealed as he nearly took her off her feet. Her fingers gently brushing through his hair.

I'm not ready to be just another of your mistakes

Barry and Y/N didn’t mind reassuring Rafe they loved him. They wanted him to know he was cared for. But he wasn’t the only one that let his insecurities haunt him.

Before Barry, and before Rafe, Y/N lived with a neglectful father. Mostly absent, and when he wasn’t, he was treating her like shit. Beating on her, locking her out of the house in the middle of storms.

Funny enough, the two had met through her father. Barry was her fathers dealer and one day, her father had wracked up a hefty debt. And when Barry went to his house to collect, he found poor, bruised and beaten Y/N instead.

Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place

Y/N was sleeping between the two boys. It’d been a long night, Y/N’s father showing up at Barry’s trailer.

It took a while to get him to leave, but when Barry called Rafe, the two of them were enough to scare him off.

She was stirring, unable to get comfortable. Her eyes opened and she whimpered softly.

Sitting up quickly and slipping from bed. Her head was spinning with a million thoughts at once.

She was sitting on the foot end of the bed. Picking at her fingers. Maybe she didn’t deserve them.

Maybe she was bound to end up a worthless old drunk like her father. Or maybe she’d die young of an overdose like so many she knew before. Life was cruel, but her mind was crueler.

Her soft whimpers, slowly turning into cries. Which quickly turned into muffled sobs as she tried desperately to not wake the boys behind her.

I was only just a breath removed from going to waste

Barry was the first to wake up. Looking down at her, knees pulled up to her chest. He nudged Rafe awake and they sat up and their hearts broke.

“Hey, sweet thing. What’s on your mind?” Barry whispered. Her head turned to look at them and her cheeks flushed. Feeling silly for crying.

“M’sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you up.” She said softly. Rafe pulled her into his lap and she whimpered, brushing her tears away.

“W-What if I end up l-like him?” She cried. Rafe cradled her against this chest, kissing her head repeatedly as Barry kissed her knuckles.

“That ain’t gonna happen, pretty girl. You know why?” Barry whispered. She shook her head and sniffled, lifting her head from Rafe’s neck to look up at the two boys.

“Because you’re good…you’re smart, and funny as hell. And creative, you’re gonna do something great. We both fucking know it.” Rafe whispered. Y/N sniffled and peered up at the boy holding her.

“Don’t you forget that.” Barry said. Y/N nodded and leaned forward, kissing Barry slowly.

She needed to be surrounded by them. She pulled away from Barry and kissed Rafe slowly, whimpering as his fingers tangled into her hair. Soft little pants leaving her.

“I-I need- I-I

“What’d you need, sweet thing? Hm?” Barry murmured, lips gently brushing along her neck.

“N-Need to feel you- please?” She begged softly. Rafe met Barry’s eyes and evil smirks spread across their faces.

“Yeah- we’ll take care of you, honey. Who do you want first?” Rafe murmured, his hands slowly working her sleep shirt off.

She couldn’t force her words out. It was all making her head fuzzy. She didn’t care who she had first. She just needed to feel close to them.

He carefully maneuvers her so she’s laid back against his chest, Barry kneeling between their legs as Rafe forcefully spreads hers.

Her chest rose and fell quickly as Barry gently kissed down her body. Little whimpers leaving her parted lips.

Rafe’s hands traveled over every inch of exposed skin. Along her shoulders and down her arms. Trailing over her tummy and smirking as she squirmed at the ticklish sensation, before settling his warm hands on her breasts. Fingers playing with her sensitive nipples, pulling and pinching the peaked buds.

“Gonna make you feel real good, sweet thing.” Barry cooed, grabbing her hips.

“Lemme ask you again, who do you want first? Gotta use your words, sweetheart.” Rafe said lowly, suckling bruises along her neck. Leaving her shoulders bare for Barry to mark up.

“Y-You, Rafey. W-Want you first.” She whimpered. Barry chuckled lowly, helping Rafe move her. They handled her like she was a China doll. Like she was nothing but could break at any moment.

“That’sa good girl.” Barry said softly. Rafe was sat on the edge of the bed with Y/N in his lap. Her back against his chest.

Barry stood in front of them, his hand gently holding her face.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Rafe murmured. She nodded, humming her response.

Pushing her panties to the side, Rafe lowered her down onto his cock. His falling back at the feeling of her soft walls hugging him so nicely.

Y/N’s hands flew out to grab onto Barry’s shoulders for support. Soft moans falling past her lips as tears filled her eyes.

Rafe’s rough hand pressed against her tummy as she adjusted to his size.

“F-Feel so good.” She sobbed, using her grip on Barry’s shoulders to gyrate her hips against Rafe.

“Fuck- you’re perfect.” Rafe groaned against her neck.

“Look how pretty you two look fuckin’- know how to drive me crazy, don’tcha?” Barry growled. Y/N whimpered and parted her lips as Barry slid his fingers into her mouth.

“Oh shes fucking needy, isn’t she, pretty boy?” Barry teased. Making her cheeks flush.

She was. She was desperate for any touch they were willing to give her. She needed to be reminded she was theres. That night, she was thoroughly reminded who she belonged to.

Till I found salvation in the form of your grace…

Barry hadn’t loved anyone like he loved Rafe and Y/N. Not ever in his life. Part of him was scared he’d lose them one day. That they realized they both could do so much better.

Y/N would kiss all over his face and tell him she’d never leave him.

Rafe would wrap his arms around him from behind and tell him he’s stuck with them both.

It was all the reassurance Barry needed.

Before Y/N, both men were deeply haunted by their lives. Using drugs as an escape. With help and encouragement from one another, they got clean. Minus cigarettes and the occasional joint.

They truly were good for one another.

On the verge of almost bleeding you out…

The couple had spent so long making sure Rafe had finally learned to ignore his father. Only wanting him to realize he was so much more than the little credit his father gave him.

To his father, he was a nuisance. A disappointment.

But to them, he was kind and caring. A natural protector and caregiver. Y/N had grown to love the nights they spent painting rocks together and then hiding them all over the lawn for Barry to find.

Barry loved the movies night they’d have together, Y/N cuddled up between as Rafe’s fingers carded through his messy hair.

But as time passed, it was clear that Rafe never moved on from his father. In fact, he was influencing him worse than ever.

Rafe hadn’t come around for a couple days. Y/N missed him and Barry wouldn’t admit it, but he missed him too.

It was a week before he was seen by either one. Of course they talked, but his absence was noted.

“Rafey! Where have you been?” Y/N said sweetly, jumping up and hugging him tightly. Barry was less quick to forgive and forget his unannounced disappearance.

“I was around, sweetheart.” He said, his hand squeezing her ass playfully as she ran back to her lounge chair.

“Yeah- I’d like to know where the fuck you’ve been too, country club?” Barry grumbled, walking over to Y/N and gently stroking her hair.

“Listen- I said I was around. Fuck off, man. I just need to buy some shit right now. Okay?” Rafe said. Y/N’s heart stopped and she sat up quickly. Legs swinging over the side of the chair.

“You’re here to buy?” Y/N whispered, tears springing to her eyes. Barry’s arm gently wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into his side.

“I-I thought…y-you both were clean?” Y/N whimpered.

“You thought I was fucking serious? Nah- I ain’t about that shit. I just need like a gram or two, man. I got the cash.” Rafe said, tossing the money down onto the ground at their feet.

“Don’t be talking to her that way- you know how important that promise was to her. What the fuck is up, bug?” Barry said lowly, stepping over the money to stand in front of Rafe.

“Jesus! Nothing is up! Can’t I just get my fucking drugs and dip?” Rafe said.

“N-No! Not when you left us wondering for a week? W-What about us? Didn’t you think to l-let us know?” Y/N cried, her hands slamming against his chest to push him back.

Rafe’s lip twitched with anger. His eyes darkening. His hand flew up and grabbed her jaw tightly.

“No I didn’t think to let you’s know because I didn’t give a shit.” He growled. Y/N cried and pushed him back, Barry stepping between them quickly.

“Don’t fucking touch her like that? What the hell is wrong with you?” Barry yelled, grabbing the front of Rafe’s polo shirt in his fist.

This wasn’t the Rafe they’d fallen in love with. It was someone completely different. This was who they’d met so many months before they’d all gotten together.

“I’m not getting you your fucking drugs. Not after this shit. Don’t come back till you’re ready to tell us what’s got you all worked up.” Barry growled. Trying to mask the hurt he was feeling with protectiveness for Y/N.

Rafe shoved him off of him and scoffed.

“Fuck you both.” Rafe growled, mounting his bike and driving off.

Y/N cried softly, rubbing softly at her jaw where Rafe had grabbed her. They hadn’t seen him like that in months. They’d gotten used to the affectionate sweetheart that was in their bed most nights.

Not the unhinged coke head that had just taken his anger out on the two people who loved him most.

Barry hugged her to his chest tightly and tried to ease her mind.

“He ain’t right for that, sweet thing. But you know him, he’s just going through it right now. He’ll come round.” Barry murmured.

Not sure if he was convincing her or himself truthfully.

Are we too wounded now to ever come down?

Oh, how I long for us to find common ground

Y/N had work to keep her mind off of worrying about Rafe. If she spent too long thinking about it, she’d find herself crying again and her head hurt enough.

When she got home, Barry was sitting outside smoking by the fire.

“Hey, baby. Come’er.” He murmured. She happily slid into his lap and buried herself into his arms.

“Have you heard from him?” Y/N whispered. Barry’s head fell back against the chair and he sighed.

“Nah…not a fucking word.” He grumbled. Her heart dropped and she rested her head on his shoulder.

“D-Did I do something?” She whispered, her insecurities creeping up on her. Barry sat up, hands instantly grasping her cheeks.

“Hey, look at me. You’re fucking perfect. Hell..I still don’t know why you’re with either of us. You didn’t do a damn thing wrong, sweet thing.” Barry said. Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded shyly.

“H-He won’t answer any texts or calls. I-I don’t know what c-could be this bad, Bear.” She cried. He hushed her, lips pressing against her head.

“We were nothing but good to him.” Barry murmured. Feeling the unmistakable sinking in his chest that he hadn’t felt in so long.

I've got nothing but you on my mind

They were left in the dust with no answers. He simply vanished from their lives. For a while, it hurt Y/N in a different way than Barry.

Barry had trusted him, finally let someone in. And he got hurt. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but he was fucking hurt.

Some nights he laid awake, head on the pillow just staring at the blank ceiling. He couldn’t get his mind to quiet down. He knew it couldn’t have been anything either one of them had done.

There was no answer, no reasons or clarity…until the day Rafe walked onto the property in tears. The first time in weeks they’d seen him.

“I-I need to talk to you both.” He said lowly. Y/N’s heart skipped and beat and she yelled for Barry to come outside.

He rushed out the door, stopping in his tracks.

“Some fucking nerve you’ve got- showing up here…

“I-I know- I’m here to give you answers. Y-You both deserve answers.” He said, fidgeting at her turned to look at the black car behind him where both Y/N and Barry could make out the outline of his father in the drivers seat.

“We’ve gotta end it…all of it.” Rafe said. Y/N looked at Ward Cameron sitting in the car. Smug look on his face.

“T-Tell me it’s not because of your dad.” Y/N whispered, a sudden boldness comping over her. Mainly fueled by the anger she was feeling.

“I-It’s…it’s complicated.” Rafe said.

“It’s not!” Y/N screamed, tears streaming down her face.

“Tell us the truth…we deserve at least that.” Barry said lowly, pulling Y/N back into his arms.

Rafe couldn’t force the words out. He couldn’t tell them it was his dad because then he’d be admitting he fell for the act. That he fell for the if you leave them you’ll be my favorite son again.

Because that would be more humiliating than breaking their hearts.

“I'm not ready to be just another of your mistakes.” Barry said lowly. Y/N sniffled and stepped forward to take Rafe’s hands in her own.

“Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place.” She begged. Rafe shook his head, tears staining his flushed cheeks.

His eyes said all he wanted to say. He loved them. So much that he’d rather them hate him.

“P-Please, Rafe. D-Don’t fall for his lies. D-Don’t throw what we had away for him.” Y/N begged. Rafe reached up and cupped her face gently, brushing her tears away gently.

“I found salvation in the form of your grace.” He whispered, gently kissing her a final time.

He released Y/N and walked over to Barry. The shame settling in when he met the harsh eyes of the older man.

“I-I never wanted to hurt you…either of you.” Rafe whispered. Barry reached up and cupped Rafe’s cheek.

“I know, bug. I guess it’s just the way things gotta be.” Barry murmured. Rafe nodded silently, leaning down and giving him a gentle kiss.

“Take care of each other. I-I- I’m so sorry.” Rafe said, forcing himself to pull away from the man. Barry nodded curtly, pulling Y/N into his chest as she cried softly.

They watched him get in the car and angrily wipe away his tears. The black car drove away and away until it was a spec in the distance.

Y/N sobbing into Barry’s chest as the older man held back his own tears of anger.

They spent so long building up love and trust, only for it to be shattered in mere moments.

Months of love and comfort broken apart by cruel lies and fake promises…

On the verge of almost bleeding you out

Are we too wounded now to ever come down?

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toxiic-wastee · 3 years ago

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hey buddy, I’ve got a request

how does the duwang gang (+Hazamada and Mikitaka and maybe even Yukako 😳😳) react to reader sending dumb shit at 3 AM? like memes or what happened in their dream. modern AU kinda because of textin and all, also gender neutral preferred.

sorry if you’re working on something else, thank you buddyyyyyy 🐎🐎🐎

IM WORKING ON DIFFERENT 7 SMUT REQUESTS BUT THIS IS BETTER. THIS IS FAR MORE IMPORTANT IT IS 3:12 PM AND IM IN THE SHOWER WHILE WRITING THIS ON A TUESDAY SO LETS SEE HOW FAST I CAN WRITE THIS WOOOOOO. Idk who you count as the Duwang but Ik who I count so. Can be read as romantic or platonic (except for Koichi it’s romantic for him)

Josuke

-you remind him of Okuyasu tbh, the memes, the stupid ass dreams, the rants and you being sleepy and dumb.

-it’s so funny to him though.

-Tomoko took away his video game console for 2 weeks because she caught him talking to you at 4am.

-you told him about what happened in your dream and he mentally face Palmed, he gave you a resting bitch face picture once and you saw his hair all messy and you laughed at him so much. (Even going as far to threaten to leak the photo)

-there’s probably a group chat if you and Josuke and Okuyasu and Josuke just has to put up with your guys’ bullshit lmao.

Okuyasu

-what makes you think he isn’t doing the exact same thing to you??

-you guys get no fucking sleep I swear. you both constantly text, and the fact you're just as weird as him makes him so happy, youre his 1st best bud, mans dont even care about Josuke anymore.

-he wakes up early so he can go to your house and walk to school together so instead of texting you abt his dream he can yell it at you.

-he probably sends you old vines.

Koichi

-Ayana found him asleep with his phone buzzing due to you spamming him at 3am.

-he isn’t awake very late, he goes to sleep early. So when you first start spamming him he adjusts his sleep schedule to be able to text you. He probably gets caught talking to you a couple times by Mrs. Hirose, she’s so nice and sweet though. she gives him a warning and invites you over to spend the night and makes you guys food. But Ayana eavesdrops and reports to her mother about your guys’ conversations..

-he genuinely thinks the stuff you send him is funny and he giggles silently at all the stupid shit you send him.

Rohan Kishibabe

-he is so fucking pissed.

-“Y/N why would you interrupt me for your childish stories?”

-he probably blocks you :/ (he unblocks you later tho,, only to block you again the next night, it’s an endless cycle.)

-After a while he enjoys your goofy stories about your dreams, he may smile at your memes sometimes but never to go as far to actually laugh.

-you guys probably call often, Rohan is good at multitasking and can call while drawing his manga.

-as long as you don’t tell anybody your calling him during work hours he doesn’t care. (He doesn’t want the gang calling him while he’s at work, ur the exception)

-if he is up late and texts you it’s probably him giving you a list of shampoo, soaps and cleaning products because he says you stink.

Yukako Yamagashi

-As seen in most of Yukakos episodes she doesn’t enjoy people goofing off a lot, she’s strict and focused. Which is so beautiful I love her-

-She doesn’t mind you going off task and not sleeping though. Mainly because you spend the time texting her. She adores you and the stuff you find funny. She isn’t one for memes but I can see her liking memes after you spam them.

-whenever you tell Yukako about your dreams she always laughs and chuckles, she sends back long detailed paragraphs in response but if she’s too tired she send small paragraphs with poor grammar.

-She probably sends you pictures of herself at night, mainly her getting ready for bed with a smile, to remind you to “Go to sleep, we have a long day ahead of us! ❤️”

Hazamada

-he’s the type to send cursed images, you can expect horrifying shit to look at, I kinda feel like he would send pictures of dead animals with the words “Pablo dead” over them?? If this stuff freaks you out it’s gonna be a fictional animal, probably from a manga he likes.

-he tells you about his dreams too, he usually has nightmares but telling you helps him laugh it off.

-sometimes Surface steals Toshikazu’s phone and texts you, and if he does it means Hazamada is asleep. Toshikazu will take a picture of the sleeping Hazamada and send it to you saying “bitch fell asleep at 9pm.”

Mikitaka

-he doesn’t have a phone, you’d probably have to buy him one. Or he’ll steal one. Either works 🤪

-he is amused by your ranting, he finds it very enjoyable.

-he doesn’t understand many of your memes but he always laughs.

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obxsummer · 3 years ago

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By Your Side // John B Routledge

john b routledge x reader

warnings: physical violence, angst

part of #obx2celebration

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a/n: y'all please keep in mind this is fictional. i know the process of what happens in here would never happen in real life but that's the fun of it all :)

summary below the cut to avoid spoilers

summary: seeing your boyfriend in prison was never easy, but seeing him in the medical wing leads to a heart to heart in each other's arms.

The weight in your chest was getting heavier and heavier with each breath you took. It felt like you would never catch a break, never be able to breathe fully ever again. Ever since you and John B returned to the Outer Banks, it felt like it was one thing after another that just caused more and more trouble for the two of you. Nothing was worse than the look on his face when the cops finally cornered you and your friends. You had gripped John B’s hand as long as possible before he was torn from your grasp.

The whole day seemed like a blur then, but the soreness in your throat was still there from where you screamed at Shoupe and Deputy Thomas for how they handled John B. It was unforgivable, burned in your mind on repeat as you watched the scene over and over again with your heart cracking a little more each time. Regardless of the fact that your boyfriend was being arrested and charged for something he had nothing to do with, you couldn’t get over the fact that he was being shoved around and literally beaten by the people who were supposed to protect and help you. Needless to say, anytime you saw Shoupe or Deputy Thomas, your glare was enough to make them wish they hadn’t stepped foot in your path.

You were a mess without John B. Normally, the two of you were attached at the hip, but being without him was never this hard. The lingering thought in the back of your head kept reminding you that he wasn’t safe, he wasn’t home. Every minute he spent in prison was a minute you didn’t sleep because you were so worried.

Kie had done her best to try to console you. JJ had spewed crazy plans that only made you more upset because you knew none of them would work and John B wasn’t getting out unless you exposed Ward. Pope was silent, lurking in the shadows at the loss of his best friend. He clung to Kie in hopes that they would all figure something out soon enough.

The Chateau was nowhere near as comforting, even with all of your friends scattered across the house at every second of the day. You had visited John B each chance you had just to reassure yourself that he wasn’t gone completely. You would do anything to be in his arms, to hold him and just tell him everything would be okay.

Walking through the doors of the county jail, you moved without words to set all of your stuff on the counter that you couldn’t bring through. The lady behind the desk, Beth, was the only saving grace you had found in the chaos of this mess. She was the only one to treat you respectfully when it came to anything revolving John B. Although she never outwardly stated it, she believed your story, and that meant more to you than she would ever know.

“Hi, Y/N,” She greeted with a small smile. You returned the gesture and accepted the visitor lanyard she stretched out to you. Walking through the metal detector, you followed her back through the hallways. You had slowly gotten used to the cursing and yelling that followed your arrival. Beth was the Director of Visitor Safety throughout the building and in the short time you had known her, she had pulled many strings in regards to you and John B. Within the first two days, she had realized how uncomfortable it was for the two of you to sit and stare at each other with everyone listening. (And yes, she meant everyone because nobody could be in the presence of a “cop killer” and not be amazed).

Beth led you into her office with a smile and shut the door behind her as she left to grab John B. You were more than grateful for her help with everything. Had Beth not been there the day you walked in with tears streaming down your face from the anxiety and terrifying aura of the whole idea, you didn’t know what you would’ve done.

Glancing at the clock, you noticed more time had gone by than usual, and the sound of yelling that emerged had your heart sinking. You stood up, fingers twisting into the torn bandana fabric around your neck out of habit as you stared at the door in worry.

Beth appeared in the window a second later before opening the barrier and looking at you. “Come with me, hurry.” You followed her without another word, keeping close so you wouldn’t lose her. When she diverged off the normal path, you knew something was really wrong. She led you down a separate hallway, scanning her badge when necessary until big letters above the door told you this was the medical bay.

When you made it past the door frame, your eyes instantly landed on the bright orange jumpsuit that your boyfriend was clad in before noticing the expression of terror on his face as he sat on the bed. “John B!”

Wide brown eyes met your gaze in a split second before John B was shoving the nurse’s hands away to catch you the moment you collided with him. You could hear Shoupe, who had been standing nearby, let out what sounded like a sigh of relief before he mumbled something about filing a report and left the room.

“Are you okay? What the hell happened?” You asked John B once you leaned back, hands still grabbing his uniform as if he would disappear through your fingers.

“This is my daughter, Macy,” Beth introduced the nurse standing close by as she avoided your question. “We’re gonna hang over here for a second. If you guys need anything, let us know.”

The two of you gave Beth an appreciative nod as she stepped aside with her daughter. Turning back to your boyfriend, you caught the bruises covering his neck in the light. “JB…” Tears burned your eyes as your fingers glazed over the marks which made him wince. “What the fuck?”

Your boyfriend pulled you back into his chest, fingers running through your hair as he took a deep breath. Nothing was more calming to him than having you in his arms. Being able to actually hold you, feel your skin on his, was healing to him. “Doesn’t matter,” He mumbled against your hair as he recognized the comforting smell of your shampoo. “So glad you’re here.”

The small sob that escaped your throat didn’t surprise him much. John B wasn’t oblivious to what was going on to you without him around. It broke his heart that he couldn’t be there to talk you through it all. Most of the times you came to visit, you were constantly holding him in some way just to feel his skin on yours.

“What if something worse happens?” You choked out through shaking breaths. “John B, you’re not safe here. This isn’t fair. I’m not losing you in a prison of all places!”

“It’s gonna be fine,” He hummed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m gonna be fine, babe. We’re gonna figure it out.”

“I’m ripping Shoupe a new one,” You grumbled as you reluctantly let go of him to look at the bruises lining his skin. You let out a teary sigh before your boyfriend brushed the salty drops from your face. “I’m getting you out of here. I’m going home and I’m literally… I don’t know, I’ll find something, somehow. I’m not standing here and letting this happen.”

John B couldn’t keep the smile from forming on his face as he kissed you softly. “I don’t want you doing anything besides taking care of yourself, okay? Please. For me.”

You huffed but nodded regardless. “Whatever, JB.”

“I’m serious!” He argued as he placed his hands on your cheeks to get your attention. “Please. There’s no point in tearing yourself apart without me.”

“Fine, then tell me what happened.”

John B rolled his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed before grabbing your hips and situating you to stand between his legs. His fingers squeezed your sides before he spoke up, “I think your dad has someone on the inside, here, and he’s trying to get rid of me and make it look like an accident.”

You blinked for a moment as you processed before you nodded slightly in agreement. “I wouldn’t put it past him.” You struggled with the idea that this was all your father’s fault and the guilt in your chest was getting worse each second. “I’m sorry, JB.”

“It’s not your fault,” He comforted as he squeezed your hips again in reassurance. “Come on, babe. You know that. I would never blame you for any of this. We just gotta get some evidence to end it, okay?”

“Y/N.” Beth’s voice interrupted your thoughts as you looked up at her. “I’m sorry, honey. We gotta go.”

You nodded slowly, hands intertwining with John B’s as you pressed one last kiss to his forehead. “Promise me you’ll be careful?”

Your boyfriend smiled slightly. “You know careful’s not in my vocabulary.”

Flicking his cheek gently, you smiled as you stepped out of his grasp to follow Beth back out while Macy attended to your boyfriend. Your thoughts were running, but one thing you knew for certain. You would get John B out of prison if it was the last thing you did.

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