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fluentmoviequoter · 1 year ago

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hi! could i make a tim bradford x shy!reader request where shy!reader is pregnant, and she decides to visit tim at the station since she’s on maternity leave. but while she’s visiting tim at the station, all of a sudden her water breaks, so her and tim both start to panic and rush to the hospital. luckily, they make it in time to the hospital, and then eventually she gives birth to a baby girl.

hopefully that makes sense!🤍

It absolutely makes sense! Thanks for the shy!reader request, I love it so much!! This could probably act as a part 2 for the firefighter fic or any of the other pregnant!reader x Tim stories, too!

Warnings: pregnancy and labor, teasing, fluff!! 2.0k+ words

Is it My Turn to Panic?

Standing in the new nursery and organizing the freshly washed baby clothes, you’re happier than you anticipated. People warned you that the last month or two of your pregnancy could be agony, always hot or tired, or worse, on bed rest. But you feel good – great, even. You know that’s because of Tim, though. He’s been by your side for every mood swing, weird craving, and uncomfortable moment. Glancing down at your stomach when you feel a kick, you think your baby is probably thinking about Tim, too.

Once the clothes are folded, you put them in the dresser Tim assembled last night while you took a hot bath. He asked you not to do anything, to take it easy, but you get bored and lonely when he’s not home. As the pile on the dresser dwindles, you sit in the rocking chair by the window, enjoying being in your home, the one you share with your husband and soon your child.

When you pick up your phone, smiling at the picture of Tim on your lock screen, you get an idea.

“Want to visit your dad?” you whisper, rubbing your hand over your bump.

You laugh when you feel another kick as you rise out of the rocking chair. Your phone rings, and you pause, answering it quickly.

“Hello,” you greet.

“Hi, gorgeous.”

You’re glad Tim can’t see you because you duck your chin shyly even though he’s miles away.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I was putting the clothes away,” you answer softly.

Tim chuckles before reminding you, “I said I’d do that.”

“I got bored.”

“And lonely?”

You huff, a half-sigh, half-whine that makes Tim know he’s right.

“How are the contractions?”

“They’re okay.”

As you say it, another contraction hits, and you slide your hand under your bump as it passes.

“Yeah, they sound okay,” Tim says.

“’S just Braxton Hicks, I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, I know you will be. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You don’t say anything, walking into your bedroom to get shoes. Tim sighs before telling you he has to go.

“I love you,” you say, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you gather your things.

“I love you, both of you,” Tim replies. “I’ll see you tonight.”

The call ends, and you put your phone in your bag before locking the front door behind you. You miss Tim, and he’s right, you’re bored and lonely, so you’re going to visit him. He has been upset that he’s missing so much of your pregnancy and when the contractions started a few weeks ago. So, you’re doing it for him, too.

Once you’re in the car, another contraction seizes you, and you furrow your brows in pain. It’s the most intense you’ve had, but you soon forget about it. The doctor assured you everything was okay, and your baby was healthy at your last visit, that the contractions would continue until you went into labor and would just be an inconvenience.

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“Bradford!” Wade yells. He turns to you and smiles, lowering his voice to ask, “How are you feeling?”

“Big. Tired,” you answer quietly.

Wade laughs and pats your shoulder before stepping away while Tim hugs you. You wrap your arms around him, smiling against his chest as your baby kicks excitedly.

“Someone missed you,” you mumble.

“I know you did.”

You push your face further into Tim’s uniform before he eases your shoulders back gently.

“Been kicking like that all day?” he asks, smoothing his hand over your cheek.

Humming, you don’t notice Tim looking down at you.

“Soccer player,” he adds softly.

“Of course you’d pick a unisex sport.”

Tim smiles as you raise your head to look at him. “You’re the one who wanted to be surprised by the gender.”

“So did you!”

Tim drops his chin as he laughs, and you shake your head before backing away from him.

“No,” he grumbles, grabbing your hand and pulling you to his side. “Are you here for a while?”

“Sure,” you answer, moving your free hand to hold Tim’s wrist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. That’s why I keep calling.”

“Is this the new normal until we have a baby at home?”

“It is.”

Tim leads you into his office and closes the door, and when his hands land on your hips, you’re not sure if you like the privacy or wish you were back outside where he wouldn’t engage in such affection.

“Are you…” Tim begins, trailing off when you lean against the corner of his desk, gripping the edge in pain.

Tim’s hands hover beside you, watching you until you relax, slumping forward slightly.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Tim asks softly.

Nodding, you say, “They’re going to get worse the closer I get.”

“I’m sorry,” Tim murmurs, cupping your face as he kisses your forehead. “Do you need anything?”

Your shoulders move with a silent chuckle, and Tim steps back, offering a hand. Every time you leave him to use the restroom, Tim acts like it’s some form of treachery, alternating between blaming you and the baby pushing on your bladder.

“I won’t miss this part,” he says as you enter the hallway.

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Tim says your name, cracking the door open.

“Tim,” you reply, unsure what else to say.

The door squeaks as it opens, closing softly as Tim’s footsteps echo in the empty stalls. When you see his feet stop in front of the door you’re behind, you sigh.

“Let me in,” he demands.

Opening the door, you wipe your hands on your pants.

“What happened?”

Tim takes your face in his hands, searching your face and then your navel for any sign of a problem.

“My water just broke,” you whisper.

While you clench your jaw against another contraction, Tim’s eyes widen as he realizes what this means. He takes both of your hands, walking backward as he leads you out of the stall. Laying an arm around your shoulders, he takes you to his office to grab his wallet. You wait in the doorway, and Tim looks around frantically.

“Tim, calm down, handsome,” you say. “I’m not having this baby now, just take a breath.”

Shaking his head, Tim finds his wallet on the floor and squats to get it, arguing, “I’m supposed to be comforting you.”

“I’m right behind you,” you whisper. “We’ll take turns. Can I panic now?”

Tim takes your purse, putting it over his shoulder as he leads you back toward the bullpen.

“Bradford,” Smitty says, “I have a question.”

“Ask someone else,” Bradford replies, his voice strained as you stop suddenly.

“Are you in labor?” Wade asks, rushing out of his office.

Tim nods, holding both of your shoulders as he stands before you.

“Do you need an ambulance?”

You shake your head, sniffing softly before nodding at Tim. Wade goes to the door, holding it open and yelling for people to get out of the way as Tim leads you to his truck.

“Can- I’m going to pick you up,” Tim says.

“No,” you argue.

“No for a real reason or because you’re still really shy?”

You don’t answer, and Tim chuckles as he lifts you into the passenger seat. You’re glad to see him calm down briefly, even at your expense.

“Tim!” Angela calls, walking out of the station. “Care for an escort?”

You shake your head vehemently, but Tim agrees, climbing into the driver’s seat as Angela pulls a shop out to drive before him.

“This is ridiculous, Tim,” you whine.

“Hey, you’re having my baby, we’re pulling out all the stops,” he replies.

When you look over at him, his jaw is tight, and his knuckles are white from his grip on the steering wheel. You want to say something but then decide not to distract him.

“Did you bring the hospital bag?” Tim asks suddenly.

“No,” you say quickly, breathing through a sudden contraction.

“Where is it? Still in the closet at home? We don’t have time to go get it, but-“

“Tim, Angela or someone can get it later,” you remind him. “You really need to calm down. We’re going to be fine.”

Tim nods, but his demeanor doesn’t change, even as he ignores your protest and carries you inside to meet the wheelchair.

“Contractions are nothing compared to that,” Angela muses, standing beside you while Tim negotiates to get you a private room.

“I thought he was going to need the hospital more than me.”

“It gets better after the first kid.”

“I can’t survive this again,” you mumble, spinning your wedding ring on your finger.

“I’m going to go get your stuff, so he doesn’t yell at me again,” Angela adds. “But I’ll be right back. Try not to let him get away with anything, okay?”

“Tim,” you say, and he immediately turns around, his shoulders dropping when he sees your smile.

“I’d apologize,” he begins, squatting to look in your eyes, “but I’m not really sorry.”

“Rarely are.”

“You’re getting a private room in just a few minutes.” Tim squeezes your knee as he says, “We got this. You said so, and you’re always right.”

You close your eyes, and Tim isn’t sure if it’s because of him or his baby.

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“Hey, you’re alright,” Tim soothes, brushing your hair off your forehead. “You can do this.”

You shake your head, your throat tight, and tears brimming in your eyes.

“I thought I was the only one allowed to panic,” Tim teases.

“It’s my turn,” you whimper.

“Alright, Bradfords, it’s time to push,” your doctor says kindly.

Tim offers his hand, and you take it, gripping the bedrail on the other side. This is the first time in your relationship that you haven’t considered getting shy; the intensity of the contractions, the focus it takes to have a baby, and the number of people in your room distract you.

“One more,” the doctor urges. “You’re almost there.”

Tim lays his hand on your shoulder, uncaring that you’re stronger than you look, and his hand is bending at the pressure of your grip. The moment you relax, hearing the hospital room fill with healthy cries, you look over at him.

Tim is already smiling at you, his eyes glassy as he turns to watch the doctor. Several nurses help you move, adjusting the bed and prepping you quickly. When you take your baby into your arms, you whisper a hello, looking over at Tim as he stands beside you.

“It’s a girl, healthy and happy,” the doctor says quietly, smiling at you and Tim before exiting the room.

A nurse takes her away from you, promising to bring her right back. When you’re alone in the room, you look at Tim and are surprised to see tears streaming down his face.

“Tim?”

He smiles, laughing as he bends over the bed to hug you. “We have a daughter,” he says against your shoulder.

“Move,” you demand before sliding over in the bed and welcoming him to your side.

His arm wraps over your shoulder, and you kiss his hand before the nurse returns, giving Tim a turn to hold his daughter.

You somehow fall more in love with Tim when you see him: calloused hands holding a tiny baby against his chest as he smiles through the tears, whispering about how much he loves her.

“There’s an Angela Lopez here to see you,” someone says at the door.

Tim turns toward you, kissing your forehead and his new daughter’s before going out to get Angela. She’s quiet when she enters, pouting at the sight of you.

“She looks like Tim,” she coos, extending a finger as she pats your shoulder.

“Thank you for everything,” you tell her, moving one arm to give her half a hug.

“You really think she looks like me?” Tim asks, setting your bag in the corner.

“Absolutely,” you and Angela say together.

“I guess we’ll have to try again then,” Tim sighs.

“Why?” you inquire.

“I wanted a mini-you, someone else to make shy,” he answers with a smile.

His smile grows when you and your daughter tuck your chins, almost in sync.

“Or maybe not,” Angela says.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Tim adds, sitting beside you again as you look at your daughter together.

“What’s her name?” Angela asks, and you and Tim look at each other with wide eyes.

“I knew we were forgetting something.”

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foreverisntenough · 5 months ago

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'Missing Daddy'

2.6 k words | Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader |

↳ While Trent is away for a match, your daughter Teddy insists you call him. Blinded by the excitement of getting to talk to her dad, she can't exactly wrap her head around the fact that you just might miss him too.

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It was one of those cozy mornings, the kind where the house felt alive with warmth, love, and the scent of something freshly baked still lingering in the air. The soft hum of the dishwasher filled the kitchen, and Teddy was perched on the counter, swinging her little legs, her face resting in her hands. She’d been unusually antsy since the moment she woke, clearly missing Trent, and her questions about when he’d be back had started to blur into one long thread of impatience. Finally, with the persistence only a three-year-old could master, Teddy looked up at you with those big, brown eyes that were impossible to say no to, the same ones Trent had thrown at you since you’d met.

“Mama, we pleeease call Daddy?” Her voice had the slightest whine, but the hope in her expression was too sweet to resist. Trent had an away game and although he hadn’t really been gone all that long, for Teddy, his biggest fan, five minutes was too long.

“Alright, alright, let’s see what Daddy’s up to, yeah?” You smiled, already reaching for your phone. As soon as you tapped Trent’s name on FaceTime, Teddy’s excitement bubbled up, her legs swinging more rapidly as she clutched her hands together, eagerly waiting for his face to pop up on the screen. Within moments, the familiar ringing stopped, and there he was—Trent’s face filling the screen, slightly tired but breaking into the most radiant smile as soon as he saw his little girl.

“DADDY!” Teddy screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls of the kitchen, high-pitched and full of uncontainable joy. Trent chuckled, running a hand over his hair, his eyes lighting up.

“My baby bear! What are you up to, silly girl?” His voice was warm, rich, and filled with the kind of love that could melt hearts miles upon miles apart. Teddy gripped the phone, as if trying to hold him closer, her tiny fingers barely able to grasp the device, but her determination to have him all to herself was strong.

“Miss you, Daddy! When coming back home?” she asked, her words rushed, each syllable tumbling out in an excited jumble.

“I miss you too, Ted,” Trent said, his face softening, his smile growing wider. “I’ll be home soon, don’t worry. You can watch me on the telly with mummy tonight. Then by the time you wake up tomorrow I’ll be back. Will you promise me you’ll cheer for daddy tonight?” Trent asked her. She nodded eagerly. As you stood nearby, watching the two of them chat, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell. There was something so precious about seeing Trent interact with Teddy—the way his entire face brightened just for her, the way she seemed to light up in return. Their two faces perfectly beautiful and perfectly identical. The bond between them was unshakable, and you loved every second of it. After a few moments of their sweet back-and-forth, you couldn’t resist getting in on the conversation. You strolled over to where Teddy sat, leaning over her tiny shoulder to press a soft kiss to her cheek before teasingly leaning in to look at Trent.

“Hi, baby,” you greeted him, your voice light but full of affection. “We miss you… especially me.” You cooed. You saw the familiar glint of amusement flash in Trent’s eyes as he met your gaze.

“Oh, really? Miss me that much, huh?” he replied, playing along, his voice full of warmth and affection. You grinned, leaning in closer to the screen, your voice dropping to a playful whisper.

“More than anyone else,” you teased. Before you could even finish your sentence, Teddy whipped around to face you, her tiny face scrunched up in offense, her brow furrowed in the most serious expression you’d ever seen on her.

“Mama!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with toddler sass, eyes wide and filled with indignation. “Why talking to Daddy? He’s my daddy!” She explained to you very perplexed by your audacity to intrude on her and Trent’s conversation. The intensity of her reaction made you stifle a laugh, trying to keep a straight face.

“I’m allowed to talk to Daddy,” you replied, raising an eyebrow playfully. “I miss him too.” Teddy’s face fell into a full-on pout, her plump lips forming a dramatic curve downward as she leaned forward, holding the phone closer to herself, determined to block you out from her and Trent’s precious conversation.

“Noooo, Mama,” she whined, shaking her head, her voice thick with protest. She turned back to the phone, staring at Trent with wide, pleading puppy dog eyes, as if asking him to save her from this injustice. Trent, meanwhile, was trying his best not to burst out laughing. His broad shoulders shook as he bit down on his lip, his eyes filled with amusement as he watched Teddy’s serious expression.

“A little possessive, Ted, huh?” he said, unable to keep the chuckle from escaping. You couldn’t help but laugh along, your hand coming up in mock surrender.

“Okay, okay! Sorry.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “I guess I’ll leave you two alone then,” you said, stepping back with a grin. And whilst Teddy, her mission accomplished, beamed triumphantly and turned back to Trent, her previous sass fading as quickly as it had appeared, you opted to come back and gently scoop Teddy up into your arms, feeling her wiggle for a moment disgruntled by another intrusion before she settled comfortably in your lap, her little body relaxing against yours. She squished her cheek into your chest, nuzzling in that way only a three-year-old could, full of innocence and affection. But even as she found comfort in your embrace, she was still determined to have her daddy all to herself, clutching the phone tightly to her face so you could no longer see Trent. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, shaking your head at how fiercely she protected her time with him.

“Daddy, guess whats?” she began, eager to resume their private conversation.

“Teddy girl, sweetheart, do you think I could talk to Daddy too?” you asked, your voice light, but curious to see how she'd respond. Teddy looked up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, her brow furrowing as she deadpanned.

“Is he your daddy?” The sass in her voice was impossible to miss, and the way she said it so seriously only made it funnier. Trent, who had been laughing quietly in the background, finally let out a proper chuckle at her words, shaking his head in disbelief. But after a beat, his laughter subsided, and his tone shifted into something softer, more serious as he addressed her.

“Hey, baby bear, none of that. That’s not very nice. Gotta be nice to Mummy, please,” he said gently, his voice full of affection but laced with just enough authority to make Teddy pause.

“But… dada… I...” Teddy pouted and attempted to keep talking but Trent cut her off swiftly.

“Hang on, hang on, Ted” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Mama’s allowed to talk to me, you know. I love her too.” Teddy’s face scrunched up again, but this time with a hint of confusion. She turned to look at you, then back at the phone.

“Erm… No. Mama’s not daddy’s Teddy though,” she reasoned, her toddler logic kicking in. You couldn’t help but laugh, craning down to kiss her on the head.

“That’s true, baby. You’re daddy’s Teddy bear.” You smiled, accepting an adorable defeat. Trent’s smile softened as he watched the two of you, his heart full.

“Yeah, you're my favorite baby bear,” he said, his voice a little quieter, more tender. “But I love you and mummy both, you know that.” Teddy grinned wide at that, clearly satisfied with Trent’s response, but you could see the softness in her eyes. She might’ve been a little possessive, but she knew just how loved she was. “Want to talk to both my favorite girls.” Trent further explained. Teddy paused for a second, considering his words, before she finally relented with a sigh. She turned to you, her small arms wrapping around your neck in a tight hug, her little voice suddenly sweet.

“Sorry, Mama. You can miss daddy too,” she mumbled, her face nuzzling into your neck in a way that made your heart melt. You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, thankful for her adorable little apology.

“Wow, thank you for your permission, baby. I appreciate that,” you teased, your voice playful as you squeezed her a little tighter. Trent laughed. With that, she finally loosened her grip on the phone, holding it back out toward you so you could see Trent again. His face had softened even more, his eyes full of love as he watched the two of you interact, clearly proud of his little girl for sharing him because he knew just how hard that was for her. As the conversation continued, you leaned back against the chair you'd sat down in, listening with a smile as Teddy animatedly told Trent about her morning, every little discombobulated detail spilling out as if it were the most important news in the world. Trent listened with patience and love, laughing in all the right places, encouraging her stories with little ‘Nah, no way!’ and teasing ‘You did that without me?’ And then, when the excitement had finally lulled and it was time to say goodbye, Trent’s face filled the screen one last time as he looked between the two of you. The three of you exchanging sweet goodbyes.

“Love you, my Alexander-Arnold girls,” Trent said, his voice gentle as he looked at you both before just to Teddy knowing she’d want an ‘I love you’ all to herself. “Love you so so much, Teddy girl. Mwah,” he said to Teddy, his voice as soft as ever. Blowing her a kiss. Teddy blew him a kiss in return, her cheeks flushed from all the talking.

“Love, Daddy.” She beamed.

“And love you too, mummy, ” Trent added, his gaze shifting to you with a smile that warmed you from the inside out. “Miss you so much.”

“Miss you too, baby. Three points and then back home please.” You smiled, instructing him, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest. With a few more rounds of 'I love yous,' you finally ended the call, but the warmth of the moment lingered. Teddy snuggled deeper into your lap, content and happy after her conversation with her dad. You held her close, your heart swelling with love for both her and Trent, grateful for these simple yet beautiful moments that made your family feel so special. After hanging up, Teddy turned to you with her usual dramatic flair inherited from Trent, sighing as if the world had worn her out with all its excitement.

“Daddy’s home soon, rights, mama?” You nodded, squeezing her tight in your arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Mmhmmm, baby. You and I will watch him play footie before bedtime and then he’ll be home before you even wake up.” You cooed. But for now, it was just you and your little girl, your hearts both full of love for the man who had turned your life into something so beautifully perfect. As Teddy settled back into your lap, her mood light again, you pulled her close, kissing the top of her head once more. It wasn’t always easy when Trent was away, but moments like this reminded you just how close you all were, no matter the distance. You knew Teddy would hold onto that, just like you would, until he was home again. As you sat there, Teddy squirmed a little, settling even more into the comfort of your embrace, her little body warm and snug against yours. You stroked her hair softly, smiling to yourself inspecting your and Trent’s beautiful creation. And even though Trent was miles away, you felt his presence with you—his love, his warmth, and his constant support, making you feel like the luckiest girls in the world. Suddenly Teddy nestled deeper into your arms, wrapping her little arms around you in another tight hug. You felt her sniffle against your chest, and you pulled back slightly, brushing her hair away from her face with a gentle hand. “What’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly, your heart already aching knowing what caused the shift, why she was upset.

"I miss Dada," she mumbled, her voice quivering. "Don’t like when he’s away." Teddy’s big, teary eyes looked up at you, and a tear slipped down her chubby cheek. Your heart clenched at her words, seeing how much she struggled with Trent’s absence. She was still so young, and her little heart just wanted everything to be the way it was when her world was whole—when it was just mummy, daddy, and Teddy together at home. You pouted sympathetically, hating that she was feeling so sad. You stroked her cheek softly, wiping away the few tears that had fallen.

“I know, sweetheart,” you murmured, your voice soothing. “We miss Daddy so much when he’s away. But you know what? Daddy always comes back home to his girls, right?” Teddy nodded slowly, still hugging you tight as if holding onto you would bring Trent closer. You hugged her back just as tight, feeling the weight of her emotions in that small but fierce embrace. “And when he’s home,” you added, “it’s all of us again. Mummy, Daddy, and Teddy and the doggies too, huh?” You sympathetically smiled. She sadly nodded.

“I love you, Mama.” Teddy sniffled one more time but leaned into your chest, her small voice breaking the silence with a soft, Before you could respond, your phone began to buzzed again, and when you looked down, you saw Trent’s name flash across the screen. You smiled softly, knowing exactly why he was calling. Gently, you shifted Teddy in your lap and answered the call.

“Hi,” you whispered into the phone, and just hearing his voice already made everything feel lighter. On the other end, Trent smiled warmly.

“Wanted to call again quick,” he said softly. “Remind you both how much I miss my girls. Just checking to make sure you know that.” Teddy’s face lit up the moment she heard his voice again, her tears forgotten.

“My Daddy!” she exclaimed, her sadness fading into excitement. She squirmed up in your lap, trying to get closer to the phone.

“Hi, baby bear. Just missed you too much. Needed to see that cute face again. You promise you're being nice to Mummy now?” Trent chuckled, his deep voice full of love. Teddy nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with joy as she beamed at the phone.

“I miss you too, Daddy. I'm nice to mama promise." She boasted. "I don’t like when you’re gone. though, dada.” She quickly fell into a pout. The excitement of telling him about her day replaced with the reality that he wasn’t at home.

“I know, sweetheart. But I’ll be home soon, okay? Just one match, and then it’s back to Mummy, Daddy, and Teddy time.” Trent’s voice softened even more. Teddy’s face brightened a bit at his words, the reassurance of his return bringing her the comfort she needed. She hugged the phone close, as if it could pull him through the screen.

“We love you, baby,” you chimed in, your voice warm and full of love, grateful for how much he cared for his family even from miles away.

“I love you both so much,” Trent replied, his voice tinged with longing. “I can’t wait to come home to my girls. Ted, will you give daddy the biggest cuddle when I get home?” He asked with a stupid smirk watching Teddy eagerly agreed. "Okay, good girl and until I get home, will give mummy lots of cuddles for me?" He asked and Teddy ardently hugged you immediately upon his request. Teddy’s grin was infectious as she nodded, you giggled at her theatrics, and so with one final round of 'I love yous' and promises of seeing each other soon, you hung up the phone knowing that later tonight after the match you’d get Trent back in your bed, and tomorrow Teddy would get daddy back at home.

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lvndrfucks · 4 months ago

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Hi! I love your wallows fics sm!! I have a request for Cole and can you do one where the girl is a rockstar of her own band, I’m talking like beabadoobee aesthetic type of girl! Thank you!🤍🪽

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You first rose to fame after uploading a silly song on the internet. You didn’t think it would go viral overnight, and you certainly didn’t expect to be signed onto a record label because of it. Since then, you’ve made more music and have performed at a few festivals and events. Now, you were planning your first ever tour.

There was a bit of a debacle trying to choose your opening act until you decided to ask the fans. After hours of listening to music, there was one band that really stuck out to you. They were already pretty popular, but you had already become a fan of their music just by listening to one song.

So, you decided to contact them.

It was the first show on tour. You could hardly sleep the night before from excitement and nerves, so getting up early was a little difficult with only four hours of sleep. You still managed to put on a smile, though.

“Good morning,” you greeted the opening act band.

“Morning. Ready for tonight,” Braeden asked with a smile.

“Yeah. It’s your big night,” Dylan added.

You sighed. “I’m a little nervous, but I know that’s normal.”

“You’re gonna do great,” Cole assured.

You grinned at him gratefully. “Have you guys done soundcheck yet?”

“We’re about to go up right now. Are you gonna watch?”

“Yeah. I’m just going to make some coffee first.”

“Oh,” Cole revealed a second coffee cup, “I already made you some.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Thank you. Is there—“

“Two sugars, three creamers.”

He knew your coffee order.

Off to the side, Braeden and Dylan exchanged knowing glances and left you two for the moment.

You took the coffee from Cole and sipped lightly, also trying to hide the wide set smile growing on your face.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” you said.

Cole waved his hand. “I mean, I was a barista once.” You chuckled as the two of you walked out of the green room.

Since meeting the members of Wallows, the boys and the rest of the band had been very kind and sweet. You got along with all of them right off the bat. Since they had more experience touring and such, you often went to them for advice or any second thoughts. They were always helpful with their feedback to ensure everything went smoothly.

It was fun watching them perform. They all had that naturally confident stage presence. You always found yourself observing from the side. No matter how many times you heard the same songs being played, you didn’t think it was possible to get sick of them.

During a small break, Cole beckoned you over with a wave. The rest of the guys were busy with their own things as you walked over.

“Have you ever played drums,” he asked.

You shook your head. “I barely know a simple rythmn.”

He suddenly stood up and gestured to his seat. You laughed a bit while sitting down. He handed you his drumsticks. You felt a little bit awkward as you held them. Cole seemed to notice.

“Here.” He adjusted your fingers. Your jaw unconsciously clenched under his touch. “This is just one of the ways to hold them.”

“Thanks.” You had a hard time looking him in the eye.

Cole spent the next few minutes explaining the basics. You nodded along, listening intently. Every time he demonstrated a move, you did the same. It gained the attention of the others as they would glance back at the two of you. They all had the same thought with matching smiles.

“This is a lot to remember,” you chuckled and stood up, handing Cole back his drumsticks.

“Well, we have all of tour to practice,” he replied.

“Who knows, maybe one day I’ll come up and steal your spot,” you teased.

Cole scoffed jokingly. “I’d like to see you try.” You giggled while walking away, unaware of his stare on your lingering figure.

You could hear the chatter of the audience. It was a full house. Everyone was hyped after Wallows set, which made you even more nervous.

What if they didn’t like you? What if they only came for Wallows and left before you could go on stage? What if you didn’t do a good job like you thought you would?

All these questions circled your head. You felt like you were going to explode. There was that tight feeling in your chest and pressure on your head. It felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Someone knocked on the door, making you jump. Cole stuck his head in.

“Hey. We were looking for you. Are you okay?”

“No,” you immediately bursted. “I can’t go out there. What if something goes wrong? What I forget the lyrics? What if my voice cracks? What if—“

“Hey, hey,” Cole shut the door behind him and stood in front of you, “you’re gonna do amazing. All those people out there are here for you. And so are we.” He took your hands in his. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m nervous.” You breathed out a chuckle. “I don’t know why considering I’ve preformed before, but it’s different now because I have expectations to meet and I don’t know how it’s going to go. It could all go horribly wrong and then, my life is over. Maybe I should cancel—“

You gasped as Cole’s lips pressed against yours. You didn’t move. He pulled away after a few seconds. There was a look of disbelief on his face.

“I…I don’t know why I did that,” he admitted. “You were talking so fast and I had to make you stop. Not in like a rude way, but so you wouldn’t freak yourself out more. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep or anything—“

You surprised him and yourself as you lurched forward. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands settled on your waist. You could feel your body began to grow hot as the two of you moved in sync.

“Hey, guys— Woah.”

The two of you quickly pulled away and took a step back. Your guitarist looked back and forth between you and Cole.

“Um, we go on in five, so…yeah. I’m gonna go.” He shut the door behind him.

You pursed your lips. Cole scratched the back of his neck, his eyes darting from you to the floor rapidly.

“We should probably go,” he uttered.

You hummed while nodding. He held open the door for you to walk out first.

“Oh, and thanks, by the way,” you paused to face him. “I think you definitely helped calm my nerves.” You started walking away as Cole couldn’t help but grin.

hera speaks!

i’m actually so surprised at the amount of requests i’ve gotten these past few days! i promise i’m working on them, it will just take some time. thank you guys for the patience and support <3

also i loved this request bc i saw beabadoobee on tour and remember thinking that her songs definitely matched wallows vibes lol

#wallows #wallows imagine #wallows x reader #cole preston #cole preston imagine #cole preston x reader #braeden lemasters #braeden lemasters imagine #braeden lemasters x reader #dylan minnette #dylan minnette imagine #dylan minnette x reader

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jujutsubaby · 1 year ago

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after hours (part 6)

☆ pairing: satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: you go to the barcade with your friends, feeling dejected that toji hasn't messaged you back. not only that, you're horny as hell and the girl satoru brought with him doesn't like you one bit. ☆ warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! sexting, slight dub-con (reader and gojo get to second base while drunk), grinding, kissing, slight exhibitionism, drinking, slight verbal harassment ☆ tags: modern au, academia au ☆ a/n: this one's a doozy (8k+ words sorry) 🤪 also the bob odenkirk uber thing actually happened to me in college ok i really thought it looked like him even tho there was no reason for it!! leave me alone!! 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

"ngh~ m'gonna throw up," you complain, rubbing your temples, as you and your friends walk into the popping barcade.

"jesus, how much did you drink?" suguru asks concerned.

"not much but i saw satoru-" you fake a gagging noise. "i saw satoru shoving his tongue down that girl he's with right now."

"i heard that!" satoru yells, a couple yards behind you. you quickly turn around and see him walking beside her, his hand resting way lower on her back than it should be. you grimace at the sight.

your complaints are drowned out by the loud music the DJ was playing, the sound of coin machines, arcades, and people shouting over the music. it wasn't as crowded as usual (still crowded enough to have to wait in line for drinks and games). you're sure the thumping of the music will definitely have your ears ringing at the end of the night.

your eyes take a while adjust to the dim lighting, and you and your friends approach the bar, crowding around in a circle. the girl satoru is with is all over him, her hands never leaving his chest or his face. she’s always making it a point to kiss his cheek whenever she gets the chance. it makes you sick. there's no way fate is this cruel that even someone like satoru gets laid tonight and you don't?

god, what the hell is toji even doing that's making him too busy to answer your text?

"alright, me 'n satoru will grab drinks for everyone, you guys get coins for the arcade," suguru says and you’re grateful he’s taking control of the chaotic situation and bringing your thoughts back to the present.

“’toruuu~ can you get me a vodka tonic?” the girl asks in a grating high pitched voice that takes everything in you to not make another face at her. god, where’s all this animosity coming from anyway?

“yes, princess,” satoru replies, pulling her close and squeezing her tight. you don’t dare cast your eyes down in fear of catching him squeezing something else, too.

you shake it off, trying to ignore every single excruciating detail your brain is making you pay attention to at this place. and yes, you agree, maybe you should’ve taken it easy when you decided to down an entire can of white claw at the pregame, but it’s far too late to lament about that during this time of the night. things are practically getting started, so you snap out if it, and do your best to focus on grabbing coins and finding someone to play dance dance revolution with you for the rest of night.

you and riko decline to have any drinks, while shoko and utahime both decide to share a moscow mule (”i won’t be able to sleep if i have an entire drink!” utahime says, which prompts satoru to tease her about being old even though she's just three years older than all of you). reluctantly, you look at the girl satoru is with and ask if she wants to join you and the girls to grab coins for the arcade, and she looks at you like you just called her a slur.

“oh…ummm…no? i’ll be getting my drink with satoru?” she says, ending all of her responses with a question.

you’re not sure how to match her energy, so you just nod, and wave to the boys before catching up with your girls.

“jeez, what’s her problem?” riko turns back to you and gives you an apologetic look.

“satoru really knows how to fuckin’ pick ‘em,” shoko groans. unlike riko and utahime, you, shoko, and suguru have known satoru since high school and, as a result, unfortunately gotten used to the kind of girls satoru tends to sleep with: conventionally hot, a little bit not there, and kind of a bitch.

you all giggle as you exchange coins for the arcade games, ranting about miscellaneous parts of the barcade before heading back to the bar to meet up with the boys, who already have their drinks in hand, and are joined by nanami and haibara. suguru, nanami, and haibara are already halfway done with their bottles of sapporo, while satoru is whispering something in the girl’s ear as she giggles and sips her vodka tonic.

“okay!” satoru clasps his hands together. “who wants to watch me beat sugu’s ass in street fighter?!” he’s met with silence from the group and is about to say something before he’s interrupted by nanami.

“me and haibara are gonna go upstairs and get a pool table…” nanami says, sounding almost bored.

“it’ll be fun! i invited some girls from the line outside to join us!” haibara chirps.

“what? you just met random girls outside? and you invited them to play pool with you? and they said yes?!” satoru is bewildered by haibara’s game, unable to believe he could just simply ask girls to hang out with them and they’d say yes.

“it’s actually not that hard if you have a good personality, you know?” you say, handing haibara a couple of your coins for the pool table.

everyone erupts in laughter at this except for satoru and his girl of the night.

“toru~ i think you have a sexy personality.” she gives a quick kiss to satoru’s neck. for some reason, everything she says sounds like a long exaggerated moan, and you find yourself biting your lip, trying not to laugh.

“personalities can’t be sexy though, can they?” utahime ponders, her voice littered with a hint of sardonicism. you, riko, and utahime both lock eyes and suppress a giggle. okay, maybe you should stop. actually, you know you should stop because you don’t know this girl and for all you know, she probably is very nice and you both just got off on the wrong foot, but satoru? satoru is always fair (and easy) game.

“okay, c’mon what is this? the satoru hate club?” satoru pouts and sighs.

“i think i might join you guys for some pool. i used to love playing with kuroi when i was younger.” riko smiles and looks up at suguru, and he doesn’t even think twice before agreeing. satoru’s face drops at the betrayal of his best friend leaving their barcade tradition for a girl (even though satoru has done this to suguru multiple times before). suguru gives him a look that screams “shut up”, but satoru doesn’t care.

“wait, what nooo! sugu, you have to play like at least a couple rounds of street fighter and then mario kart and then -” satoru’s objections are interrupted by haibara.

“that’s fine. you guys all go and play, and i’ll shoot a text when a table is ready for us!” haibara offers, soothing satoru’s childlike temper tantrum.

“then it’s settled!” satoru leads the seven of you down to the arcade, which also happens to be closer to the dancefloor, so the music is getting progressively louder and louder, the lights are flashing more chaotically, and people are drunker and sloppier. your boots are sticking to the floor, which grosses you out and you make a mental note to wash the soles at some point this weekend. god knows what could be on the floor of this place.

satoru easily beats everyone (including you - especially you - because you are never good at fighting games and he beats you so embarrassingly easily) in the group in street fighter, earning him an obnoxious and sloppy kiss from his girl of night, which you realize now you actually don’t know the name of. as everyone shuffles to play mario kart, you tap satoru and ask for it in a low voice, hoping she can’t hear.

“uhh…i actually don’t know. maybe it’s…mia? let’s go with mia.” satoru makes a face, knowing this is low even for him, and that earns him a moderately painful jab in the rib cage from your elbow.

you also kind of suck at mario kart, but you enjoy playing it more than street fighter. lucky for everyone, suguru emerges as the winner of the grand prix, allowing everyone to have a break from satoru’s constant gloating. you all move from donkey kong to killer queen (your team wins but you think it’s because satoru carried for you) to pac-man to random capcom legacy games. you don’t care that you’re losing most of the games, you’re having too much fun shouting at satoru for cheating and getting assists from utahime and shoko. and just as you’re all about to head to the game you're looking forward to playing the most (the game you know you would smoke everyone at), haibara finally shoots a group text to all of you.

haibara: pool table’s ready in 5!!! and the girls actually made it wtf!!! :))

you think it’s cute how haibara never uses less than 3 exclamation marks in his texts.

“oh shoot, okay, let’s quickly play dance dance revolution and then go?” shoko says, walking faster to approach the game, only to be met with a significantly long line. her face drops as she turns to you, and your heart softens at how much she seems to care that you get play dance dance revolution. “shit, okay…”

“maybe we can play pool first and then come back?” utahime suggests. “the line might be shorter too…”

“guys, it’s fine.” you put your hands up jokingly as a sign of defeat and smile earnestly. you won’t lie to yourself: you do really want to play dance dance revolution, but it’s not a big deal - there’s always a long line for the really popular games. “i think i’m too drunk to properly beat your asses at it, anyway.” you lie. you could beat their asses at this game even if you were half asleep, but you don’t want your friends to worry you’re not having fun and you’ve always been a go with the flow type of girl, anyway.

as everyone descends up the stairs, you overhear mia whisper to satoru something out of pocket that really tests the threshold of your patience. “honestly, dance dance revolution is kinda stupid, anyway.”

you are willing to really overlook a lot of things that went awry tonight, but this bitch makes it really fucking hard to do that, and you suddenly do not want to play pool if she’s going to be there, even if makes you look difficult. thankfully for you, you’re not the only one who wants to skip out on pool.

“hey, uh, you guys go ahead. i think me and ‘hime are gonna check out the photo booth and we might order some bar snacks. someone has the munchies.” she teases, poking utahime’s cheek playfully and she blushes under the blacklight and swats her hand away.

“i might follow you guys, if that’s okay…” you shoot shoko and utahime an apologetic look for interrupting their alone time, but they don’t seem to care one bit.

mia turns to satoru. “i’ve got some girlfriends upstairs too waiting for me so i’ll come with.” her voice is sickeningly sweet, and you think to yourself that of course someone with a sickening sweet tooth like satoru gojo would gravitate towards her.

“alright, we’ll see you guys soon then!” riko waves, and you watch suguru, satoru, mia, and riko disappear up the staircase.

as soon as they disappear, you whip around almost immediately to the duo. “hey sorry, i just didn’t want to play pool and i needed an excuse to latch on to. you guys feel free to whatever you want!”

“we can wait in line while one of us orders some food or something?” utahime says, and you suppress a giggle, knowing full well all she wants right now are some mozzarella sticks (you can’t count the number of times the three of you made late night trips to the drive-thru for them).

you wave your hand, and give them an earnest look. “no, i’m being serious. the line is ridiculously long. i’ll probably go to the bar and grab a drink. you guys go, utahime already has some drool coming down her mouth.”

she immediately goes to touch her mouth, only to realize you were joking, and she scowls, causing both you and shoko to laugh. “ugh, you guys are sometimes worse than gojo!”

shoko feigns offense, before grasping her hand, bidding goodbye to you, and heading off to the bar food area and photo booth.

the music is still so loud and you feel the bass deep within your chest. you’re grateful the music that the DJ is playing tonight is not that bad. there’s quite a few people on the dance floor that’s kinda making you want to join in, but not before having a little bit of liquid courage. just a little bit, you tell yourself, not wanting to go overboard. you approach the bar and you somehow become very aware that you’re the only person at the here on your own, and you feel awfully lonely.

it’s probably because of a lot of things, but certainly the fact that you sent a vulnerable photo of yourself to toji and was met with zero response (you just checked so you know he still hasn’t seen your message) isn’t helping. you feel so small and a bit embarrassed at your past self, despite knowing that he might simply be busy on a friday night. you’re never one to feel forlorn like this, but you came into this night to find some company and now it seems like all your friends have company but you don’t. what’s more is that the insecurity of it all is manifesting in your damp hands, and you awkwardly don’t know what to do with them once you approach the table. the signature tells of anxiety settle in you, and your armpits are slowly getting more and more damp, until you can’t bare to have your shirt jacket on any longer and place it on your arm.

you haphazardly pat down your hair (you pray the humidity of this crowded place isn’t making it frizzy) as you look around, hoping to see someone you know, but all you’re met with is a sea of strangers. you want them to notice you, but at the same time, you’re absolutely terrified of making proper eye contact with any of them.

your thoughts are interrupted by the bartender, handing you a frosty pink…slushy?

“s’from that fella o’er there.”

you have to really listen to understand his thick irish accent, but you follow his hands to see the stranger a couple seats down from the bar nodding at you with a slight grin.

“oh, thanks, i guess. umm…what is this drink?” you ask, quizzically looking at the oddly colored drink and then back at the guy who bought it for you.

“drink o’ the day, ma’am. strawberry ‘n’ cream wid rum. quite grand.”

you thank him and take a small sip of the drink. you almost recoil and dry heave just by how strong it takes, and you wonder how it’s possible to have a drink this bad (or strong) on the menu. you quickly fake a pained smile and make eye contact with the stranger, as you quickly decide that maybe going upstairs and playing pool suddenly might not be such a bad idea after all. you’re trying to be swift and polite about taking your drink and leaving the bar, but you're not fast enough as you are met with the stranger blocking your way. oh god, does he have tattoos on his face? what a fucking boner kill.

you give him a polite smile. ugh, he’s not even that cute. “sorry, thanks for the drink but i have to go.”

“oh, shame. you’re really pretty, by the way. i’m sukuna.” he flashes a smile at you and if it weren’t for the dark lighting in the barcade, you could swear his teeth almost look like fangs.

“nice to meet ya. thanks for the drink.” you try side step around him, but he moves his body just in time to block you from leaving.

“whatcha doin’ here all alone? you’re way too pretty to be here all by your lonesome...” he coos, and it grates your skin.

maybe you’re being reckless, but you’re not that terrified of him; you’re frankly a bit annoyed and inconvenienced. you feel safe knowing your friends are nearby and it’s later in the night now so the barcade is way more crowded with plenty of people (read: witnesses) so you know this guy can’t do that many things out of pocket. the most he’ll probably do is say some stupid shit that makes you want to spill your drink on him.

“i’m not here all alone, i’m about to meet up with my boyfriend.” the lie comes so easily to you after living your entire 26 years of life as a woman.

“shame. your boobs are really nice, just FYI. i could just-” he doesn’t get to finish, as the ice cold slushy drink he bought for you collides with his face and the startling gasp he makes causes him to snort some of the (strong) alcoholic drink up his nose. you use his discomposure to finally escape him and beeline upstairs, but not before turning around, making eye contact with him and flipping him off.

okay, you know that was a bit rash of you, and perhaps a bit stupid and unsafe (you hear it all in suguru’s voice, too) but god, you are so fucking annoyed. what? a girl can’t even have her lana del rey, fleabag-esque moody melt down in peace without someone coming in to interrupt it? maybe you should stop drinking that god awful slushy, too. you defend yourself from inner monologue by deciding it’s already three quarters of the way gone, so it doesn’t even matter anymore.

you spot your friends and mia playing an intense game of pool down the dimly lit mezzanine and walk over to them. haibara and nanami greet you with smiles, and that’s how you infer it must be a close game. you stand next to riko and suguru, who update you that it’s them and haibara versus satoru, mia, and nanami. except mia wasn’t really playing more than she was just chatting with her friends next to suguru. currently, satoru’s team was losing.

“nanami said yes to being on a team with gojo?!” you loudly whisper incredulously. looking over at nanami, he looks like he wants to die, having been separated from his trusted partner, haibara.

“he didn’t really have a choice. satoru picked the teams and you know he loves nanami.” suguru explains, putting an ironic tone when he said the word “love”.

you notice it’s satoru’s turn, and his blue eyes are intensely focused, his body bent over with the cue sliding between his long slender fingers. the top two buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned and his sleeves are rolled up. you swallow hard as you notice the veins on his on hands and arms, suddenly overcome with a desire to have those arms be wrapped around you. you try hard not to think of it, but you think of how his fingers would feel inside you.

you sigh irritably at your horny thoughts. you hate the lack of closeness you and satoru had throughout the night, and not just because your horniness was once again ignited with the disgusting slushy drink.

a split second before satoru hits the cue ball, he catches your eyes and you grin supportively and mouth a quick “good luck”. satoru gets 3 balls in pockets. he raises his arms in victory and looks at you and winks and is about to say something to you until mia cheers out an obnoxious scream of victory and jumps on satoru to kiss him deeply. he returns the favor, albeit rather hastily.

“no kissing! no kissing until your turn is over!” suguru points and them, looking peeved. “she’s been literally tonguing him after every turn and-”

“it’s so fucking annoying like wait until his turn is over at least?” riko completes suguru’s sentence with ease. oh god, they must’ve been going through it this entire time. also, cute.

“i really am not trying to be mean but i don’t think i can even be near her…” suguru says apologetically, wiping the sweat off his forehead. you give a sympathetic pout and place yourself between suguru and mia and mia’s friends. it’s the least you can do for your favorite up and coming couple.

bad idea. you forget how mean girls can get sometimes.

“oh my god, y/n, right? come sit down next to us!” mia approaches you and sits down in the booth next to the pool table. she pats the seat next to her. you say hello and reluctantly take the seat, expecting the worst.

“wow, your hair…is it always so…poofy like that? i love what you’re doing with it, babe.”

you’re miffed and don’t even know how to answer what mia just asked. you don’t even get to because she just continues.

“so how do you know satoru? i just wanted to clear the air with you about some stuff. i feel like i got some, like, really jealous energy from you at the pregame when me and him were, like, making out? remember? when you threw your drink at me?”

“uhh…i threw my drink at satoru-”

“i’m sure you did but like, it could’ve hit me too. and honestly, i’ve been talking to satoru this whole week and, like, i just don’t think he finds, like, desperation hot, you know?”

you’re at a loss for words. desperation? you’ve heard enough. first sukuna hitting on you, and now this? you smile at her with spite and quiet patience, as you get up from the seat.

“i’m gonna leave.” you choose your next words carefully. “you’re kind of a bitch, also.” you leave your empty drink behind and in your peripheral, you see a confused satoru watching you leave and taking your seat next to mia.

you put on your jacket and you’re not exactly sure where you’re going. the barcade is huge, and if the feelings of loneliness weren’t conspicuous before, they are unmistakable on you now. your palms are slippery and you figure you maybe just need some water, but not before you slip away from your friends and find an isolated row of tables in front of the mezzanine. you figure you can maybe get some peace and quiet here as you try to sober up. according to your phone, it’s only 10:37pm, so you have plenty of time before you have to go to bed. alone.

staring at the DJ screen, you chuckle to yourself at the absurd anime edits they are playing on the screen that’s supposed to relate to some reference that’s been going viral on tiktok. you idly stare at the DJ screen, letting your train of thoughts take you far away from this place.

you’re not sure how long you sit here by yourself but you’re brazenly brought back to the barcade by a familiar voice and an ice cold glass cup touching your cheek, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“where’d ya go?” you look up to see satoru hovering over you, holding a glass of ice water. “move over.” he takes a seat next to you without even asking and hands you the cold glass of water.

you take a sip and coldness of the liquid jolts your mind awake and now, you’re really back at the barcade, mentally and physically. and also, has water always tasted this good? you take a sip, and another, until you’re half way done chugging the glass and your throat is in pain from the cold.

“good girl.” satoru murmurs, putting his arms around you and gently rubbing your back in circles. normally, this would make your stomach do cart wheels, but you’re just too tired for all that. “how are we feelin’?”

you’re trying to answer his question but…oh god? why does your throat hurt? is it the cold water you just drank? no. no, it’s because you want to cry. oh god, nope. you cannot make it one of those nights where you get too drunk and cry. you refuse.

“m’feelin’…sad…if m’being honest…” your words are slurred as you look up at satoru and take another sip of your water.

“damn. that sucks. wanna go downstairs?”

the constricting feeling in your throat immediately dissipates, and is replaced by annoyance. wow, he responds with that? maybe it’s a good idea you won’t fuck him tonight.

he doesn’t wait for an answer as he gets up and helps you out of your seat and guides you downstairs. you interlock your arms with his for support so you don’t trip, and you’re perceptive enough to feel the viselike grip satoru has on your arms as you both descend the stairs.

“what are we even doing here?” your throat hurts even more as you have shout even louder on the ground floor due to the higher levels of music.

satoru continues to lead you down the floor into the arcade and looks back at you confused. “dontcha wanna play dance dance revolution?”

this makes you open your eyes wide in anticipation and excitement. no way. “what, really? the line is still so fuckin’ long though…”

“i’ll deal with it.” satoru tells you wait while he goes to the front of the line. you can’t exactly hear what the hell he’s saying to the people up front, but you do see him flash his signature pearly whites and flutter his bright blue eyes. he meets your eyes and motions excitedly for you to come to the front, and you hurry there, thinking if you wasted any time, you might never get to play dance dance revolution for the rest of the night.

“still got coins?” he asks, as you nod and hand him whatever was left in your purse.

“did you just flirt with the people in front to let us cut them?”

“maybe.”

that makes you uncharacteristically giggle. you want to pick a fight about how that’s so unethical to other people in line who have waited a long time to play, but you’re feeling a bit selfish tonight. satoru squeezes your hand tightly and you squeeze back as the game starts.

you’re not entirely sure how long you both play dance dance revolution, but you can’t remember a time where you’ve enjoyed playing this game more. satoru always says the funniest things in the middle of a game, and because you’re still a bit drunk, you laugh really hard at it and it just spurs him to continue making awful one-liners. by the end of however many rounds you’ve played, satoru is completely wiped. he’s sweaty, breathing heavy, and his lanky yet sturdy build is leaning against the railing.

“how the fuck are you this good at dance dance revolution?” he says in between deep breaths.

“it’s not made for people with long legs,” you tease.

“’kay, one more. this time i’ll really-”

“alright, you both need to leave this game station. immediately.” you both turn to find a club bouncer practically escorting the both of you off the platform.

“we weren’t even playing for long…” you start.

“you played long enough that several attendees complained about the both of you. please remove yourself from the station for the rest of the night. i’ll be watching so don’t try and go back.”

you and satoru stare at the bouncer in silence as he disappears in the back. soon as he’s out of satoru’s line of sight, the swears start rolling in.

“what the fuck? who the fuck was that? who does he think telling us what to do? honestly, y/n, give me the green light, i’m literally a foot taller than him. i’ll kick his-”

you don’t wait for him to finish his sentence and you don’t really care for him to either. you grab his hands and pull him to the dance floor, where coincidentally, a remix of “murder on the dance floor” starts to play. satoru doesn’t question it and matches your energy. he’s always good at matching your energy and being on the same wavelength as you. you clearly have more dancing energy left, and you want to dance with him. you let the music guide the both of you to the center of the floor.

the purple and blue dim lights illuminate both of your faces and both of you can’t really recall if there are other people around you. it’s just you and him.

you turn around and sway your hips and satoru takes a risk and puts his arms on them and pulls you closer to him. when you let him, he full sends it, and pulls your back (and coincidentally, your ass) flush against his front. you have some sense in you to not grind into one of your best friends, so you purposefully try to keep the movement to a minimum while still allowing your body to move freely to the beat.

satoru is trying hard to not get hard, and failing miserably. thankfully, you don’t notice anything, except in the back of your mind, you wish he would’ve kept his keys and wallet in his back pocket instead of his front. satoru can’t stand you on him anymore unless he wants to be stuck in a rock and (quite literally) a hard place, so he spins you back around so that you’re facing him.

you laugh and squeal at being spun. “do it again. spin me again.”

he spins you again and you laugh again. this time, he pulls the front of your body against him and sways his body with yours. you take note of his bashful smile and how his orbs have taken on a darker hue. the song melts into a slower, lo-fi city pop remix, and you feel like you can finally talk above the music now.

you try to open your mouth but you keep on giggling.

“what? what’s so funny?” satoru joins you, trying to hold back his giggles.

“i…i don’t know, i just love dancing, i think?”

“are you still sad?”

the question catches you off guard. “uh, no. i'm not. i’m glad we’re dancing and…i dunno why i said i was sad before.” you trail off, genuinely trying to remember. “i guess…maybe it was because of that pervy guy…”

immediately, satoru stops swaying and comes to a complete stop. his eyes try to make contact with yours, but your mind is still occupied with the euphoric feeling of grooving to rhythm so he has to steady your body and hold your jaw so that you’re looking directly into his now deeper blue eyes.

“what pervy guy?” you sense the genuine worry in his voice, and it snaps you out of the trance.

“wait, no sorry. it’s not a big deal, satoru. he just bought me a drink.” you hesitate to even continue, as satoru already looks upset. you swallow apprehensively, making sure to choose your next words carefully. “he just bought me a drink and, like, made weird comments about my boobs. it’s honestly kind of funny now because i dumped the drink he bought for me on him.”

satoru relaxes his grip on you upon hearing that you took care of the situation yourself, but only a little bit. his brows are still furrowed in irritation. “okay, i’m glad you’re okay…but promise me you’ll point him out if you see him, again?”

you nod, as you both let your body go back to comfortably swaying with the rhythm. “wait, where’s mia?”

satoru scoffs. “don’t bring her up, too fuckin’ clingy. also, she was being sooo bitchy to riko. and you know, suguru is finally getting some, so i can’t let a random hook up do something to fuck that up…”

you smile and shake your head. wow, so she was being a bitch to riko, too? red flag. “you know she was also being a bitch to me.”

satoru frowns. “yeah, i figured out kinda late. after you left from pool, i asked her what was up, and she was just-” satoru lifts his hands up in defeat. “she was a lot. sorry about her…”

“glad you also thought she was a bitch.”

he hums in response. the beat picks up a bit, and he spins again, and pulls your back against him for the second time that night. you both continue to sway to the beat, and you’re once again met with the uncomfortable, unshakeable, feeling down there.

it’s now or never, your body thinks before your brain has any time to process the ramifications of your actions. you’re significantly shorter than satoru, so you lift your head up and look at satoru’s face, and he smiles at you and leans closer to your face. your breath hitches at the back of your throat at the sheer lack of distance between both of your mouths. you almost chicken out. almost.

“m’horny,” you slur, pouting at satoru.

it’s satoru’s turn to choke on his words. he definitely did not hear that right. he definitely drank too much tonight, and he doesn’t know what he’s hearing or doing right now because there’s no way you said what he thinks you just said.

“w-what?”

you ignore satoru’s fumble. you whip around and put your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your level, while standing on your tippy toes. “i’m horny, satoru. i’ve been so stupidly horny this entire night because i took a stupid edible that shoko gave me and then i took that stupid shot and then-”

satoru pulls you away from the dance floor, and he’s practically running to the exit of the barcade. he doesn’t care that he’s leaving both of your friends behind because he needs to hear it again. he needs to hear you outside, where there’s no loud music, and there’s a cool breeze to wake you up from your senses. he turns to see you giggling, and he fights the urge to smile.

“okay, what’s the problem? daddy’s here to help.”

normally, this would make you annoyed, but it just makes you laugh instead.

“i said, m'horny and i dunno what to do 'bout it.” you pout, finally feeling free that you’ve let someone else know about this…issue you’ve been dealing with the whole night.

satoru grins widely. “y'came to the right person.” he cups you cheeks softly. he’s also slurring his words. “wanna go home? i’ll call an uber?”

you nod, and you pull out your phone to check your messages, and satoru does the same. you both have the same messages from the group chat:

suguru: satoru do NOT fucking come home me n riko are hangin in the living room

suguru: satoru are u reading this do NOT step a foot inside or i s2g i’ll end u w my bare hands

shoko: LMAO i’m crying also y/n - staying the nite @ hime’s :)

“i guess…uh…not sure where i’ll go but i’ll figure it out…” satoru fumbles again.

“are you stupid? you’re obviously coming back to my place? what was the other option? sleeping out on the street?” you berate satoru, sounding more like your normal self.

“wow, jeez, okay, chill woman. i missed it when you were complaining about how horny you are.” satoru says, as he puts in your address on the uber.

“i’m less horny now because you keep saying stupid shit.” you cross your arms, consequently causing your boobs to lift and almost spill out of your bralette - something satoru notices in his peripheral. he’s trying to look anywhere but your chest, but the cold breeze is nipping at your skin, causing goosebumps to rise and your nipples to get hard. satoru swallows and takes a deep breath before turning to you and taking your leather shirt jacket from you.

“put this on, you’re cold.”

“i’m not.”

“yes, you are.”

“how do you know i’m cold? hm?” satoru is getting really tired of you constantly challenging him when you’re both drunk, so he decides to be blunt about it, the same way you were blunt before about letting him know you were horny.

“because…” he gestures to your titties flippantly. “your headlights are on.” he also grabs your wrist and crosses the crosswalk, heading to the meeting point across the street from the barcade.

you arch an eyebrow. what on earth is he talking about? “what does that mean?” you say, trying to keep up with his strides. he looks back at you, and has to hold back a groan as he sees your titties bouncing up and down to match his pace and thinks the universe is playing the sickest joke on him.

“your nipples are so hard, i can see them through your bra.”

you stare at him as you both finally reach the meeting point. your mouth slowly furls into a frown your eyes widen. “it’s not a bra. it’s a bralette.”

“sorry, baby. your bralette is doing a shit job at covering your nips.”

you sigh. guess he has a point. you put on the leather jacket, but not without deciding to be extra cheeky towards him.

“my titties are so cold. you were right. i wish…” you pretend to take a dramatic sigh. “i wish someone could, like, i don’t know. i wish someone could warm them up with their hands.”

satoru wastes no time in picking up what you put down, and his palms immediately go straight to your titties. his large hands easily engulfs them, and he moves the fingers that are touching your bare skin back and forth creating a fiction that does nothing to warm you up, but it feels good at least.

“better?” satoru teases. he has a raging hard on now, so he shifts slightly in his stance to adjust himself. you hum and give a cheeky grin in response. something in your head tell you what this looks like, optics-wise, but you both don’t care. ever since the word “horny” came out of your mouth, both you and satoru have been running on the bare bones autopilot, just trying to get back to your place.

satoru keeps his hands on your chest until he spots the uber driver coming from a couple yards away, and pulls his hands away to flag them down. you frown at your chest feeling untouched, but keep your needy thoughts to yourself. you’ll have plenty of time to have satoru warm you up at home.

the uber ride feels like forever. and what’s worse is that satoru has become the chattiest passenger on earth, and it’s annoying you so much that you can’t even focus on being horny and wanting his hands on your chest or anywhere on your body. you’re not even sure what they’re talking about but you hear bits and pieces of their conversation as you stare out the window.

“i think rigatoni is a good pasta shape.”

“nahh, you gotta try cannelloni, my dude.”

“aren’t they the same?”

a loud gasp is heard and you know it’s from satoru. “don’t say that!”

“you kinda look like bob odenkirk. has anyone told you that? are you bob odenkirk? i loved you in better call saul.” this one makes you want to die from second hand embarrassment.

“i don’t know who that individual is.”

“ziti is also pretty good.”

you think you’re about to go insane with all the talk about fucking pasta shapes. you never want to see or eat pasta in your fucking life ever again after this uber ride. you’re about to burst and tell satoru to shut the fuck up (he gets so annoying and talkative when he’s drunk) when the familiar apartment complex comes into view, and you almost open the car door while it’s moving to get out of it.

“thanks for the ride, hector. i’m giving you a 5 stars, and i’m sending you a recipe for chicken and ricotta cannelloni.” satoru waves the uber driver goodbye, and turns to see you half way back to your apartment. he quickly sprints to catch up with you so he doesn’t get locked out.

“jeez, you’re so eager to get back home. what? you excited about something,” he teases, as he closes the gate behind you. you can hear the smirk in his voice and you want to either slap it or kiss it off of him, but you don’t dare look back at him.

“i need to pee, okay?”

satoru shuts up until you both get to your apartment and lock the door. he sighs and flops down on the couch, manspreading his long slender legs and arms across the couch and carpet.

“you can put something on the tv, don’t care. i’ll be back.” you quickly run to the bathroom and freshen up, and come back to see satoru watching a random episode of better call saul, and you scoff knowing exactly where this is headed.

“before you say anything…he didn’t look bob odenkirk.”

immediately satoru gets defensive. “you didn’t even see him properly. i was the one talking to him and interacting with him and it was definitely him.”

“you’re drunk.”

“so are you!”

okay, he has a point, but still. you sit on the couch next to him and pull his face to face you. “why would bob odenkirk, star of better call saul, be driving ubers on his friday nights, satoru?”

this shuts satoru up. he shifts in his seat and exits out of better call saul to the home screen, and plays some random reality tv show. meanwhile, you know it’s late, but you can’t help but check your phone one last time. you’re absolutely deflated that it’s almost midnight and you haven’t heard from toji at all. you sigh agitatedly and chuck your phone to the other side of the sofa while you stretch out your legs.

“toji still hasn’t texted you back?” satoru asks, shifting his body to face you. you mimic his actions, inching closer to him while frowning about your predicament.

“yeah, i just…i just feel stupid okay! i wish he would at least say something! i was kind of vulnerable sending that text…”

satoru sighs. he knows what he’s about to say next is so wrong, so pervy, so inappropriate, but he’s a bit drunk right now, and to be quite honest, he really wants to see this picture of you.

“can i see the text?” he asks quietly, holding his breath. he hopes he’s reading your signs correctly from the barcade. he doesn’t fumble this time.

you reach to grab your phone and unlock it. you turn the brightness up and hand the phone to satoru with the photo of your soapy titties on full display.

satoru’s breath gets stuck in his throat, and he’s choked up on words to describe, what he thinks, are the sexiest pair of titties he’s ever seen in his life. sure, he’s seen the outline of your titties through sheer t-shirts, and today he’s felt them and seen your nipples hard, but none of it beats the way they look bare and wet. god, he feels like such a perv seeing this pic of his best friend and getting wildly turned on by it.

he swallows, his breath unintentionally shallow. “toji’s a fuckin’ idiot.”

“what?”

“he’s a fucking idiot.” satoru says louder. and he believes it from the bottom of his fucked up horny heart. he looks up at you and meets your eyes. “if i got this from you, i would respond in a heartbeat. don’t give a fuck where i am or what i’m doin’.”

your breath starts getting heavy, and you feel your heart beating faster. why can’t you hear him properly? better get closer.

“what would you say?” your voice is barely a whisper now, your eyes are drilled into his. his once bright blue eyes are as dark as the murky sea now.

he scoffs lightly, and you smell the beer in his breath. “i’d fuckin’ beat off to it, that’s what i’d do. i’d fuckin’ paint my sheets white.”

you suck in a deep breath loudly. god, he sounds so vulgar. you’ve never heard him talk like this, and it feels like you’ve unlocked a new side to satoru you’ve never seen before. the adrenaline of the alcohol combined with the wetness between your legs makes your head spin and heart race.

satoru edges closer to you, ready to make a proposition you can’t refuse. “i have an idea.” he inches even closer and places his hands on your chin and bring it inches away from his wet lips. “let’s…let’s kiss. to make toji jealous. teach him a lesson. show him what he could’ve gotten tonight if he had the balls to message back.” sober satoru would’ve laughed after saying something this nonsensical and absurd, but drunk satoru can only think of shoving his tongue down your throat (and other places).

your answer doesn’t involve words. you close the pathetically small gap between your lips and his and it feels like you’ve locked on to something you can’t ever let go of.

satoru grabs your jaw and pulls you even closer to him, if that’s even possible. he leads the kiss and opens your mouth for his tongue to enter and explore uncharted territory. you let him, and your tongues fight against each other for dominance, and you lose every time. and it drives you fucking crazy.

you moan into his mouth as satoru straddles you on top of his lap. you feel his hard on, and you subconsciously start to grind your hips on him, moaning even more repetitively. your short skirt rides up, leaving nothing to imagination as your ass is on full display, which satoru takes full advantage of by kneading it and pulling you even closer to his hips. your moans get more shaky as he touches your ass and lightly slaps it, earning a squeal from you that gets drowned in satoru’s mouth.

“so fuckin’ needy.” satoru places open mouthed kisses on your neck and as your throaty gasps overpower the reality garbage playing in the background. he’s right - you’re so needy. you’ve been wanting this the whole night.

you miss the lack of contact of his lips on yours so you grab a fistful of his ivory hair and reconnect your mouths together. he pushes your back onto the sofa and you whine at the loss of friction on your clothed core. you immediately palm his raging hard on and satoru groans, his eyes closed and face flushed, which spurs you even more.

he grabs your hand away from his hard member, and places it above your head. he grabs the wrist of your other hand and hold them both with ease above your head while he continues to kiss you deeply. so this is what the other girls are getting when they kiss satoru, you think to yourself in the middle of all the ecstacy.

satoru uses his free hands to roughly pull your bralette down, and you hear a tear as continues to expose your titties. you break free from his lips and moan as he uses his hands to palm your titties.

“h-hey! you ripped my bralette!” you say between breathy sighs.

“i’ll buy you another one.” he doesn’t even bother to look up or sound apologetic about it, as he uses his long fingers to pinch and play with your hard and sensitive nub, causing your to moan wantonly.

“f-fuck~” you need him on your mouth again. you can’t get enough of his tongue inside you, and you pathetically beg for it. “please~ please kiss me again, satoru~”

who’s satoru to deny such a simple request? his mouth meets yours again and you playfully bite his lower lip and giggle. it doesn’t last long when he squeezes and starts to roughly play with your bare titties again, encapsulating your moans in his mouth.

you’re not sure how long you’re kissing satoru. you’re kissing so much your mouths are numb and swollen and red. satoru doesn’t dare go any further than just kissing you and playing with your titties.

you want him to fuck you. and you know he wants to fuck you, too. but your eyelids are getting so heavy from kissing him, and satoru’s fervor is also mellowing. you both are resorting to small pecks and quick kisses between soft giggles and playful bites.

eventually, satoru moves from your lips to your jawline, and leaves soft wet kisses ever inch of your neck down to the center of your chest. he wants to kiss your hard perky nipples and titties, but he sides with his better judgement to not take it further than just kisses — he’s already been so selfish playing with your soft titties with his hands.

you’re both too tired and quite frankly, on the last legs of your intoxication to get up and go to your bed. you also don’t want to leave satoru’s embrace even though it’s crowded and every joint is touching him.

similarly, satoru has no intention of letting your leave his side, your warmth more soothing than any blanket he could’ve used. you both lull yourselves into a slumber, the rising of both your chests being the rhythm you drift off to.

in between your heated makeout session with satoru and falling asleep, you don’t notice the texts that toji sends you in response to your picture from earlier today that you were obsessing about so much. you don’t hear the vibration of your phone when he calls you, demanding an answer for the tent in his pants right before he’s trying to fall asleep.

and you most definitely don’t notice you accidentally accepting the call while satoru was straddling you in his lap.

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callmedaleelah · 5 months ago

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— Pinnacle [ tsukishima kei university au series ]

— i’ve been thinking about jumping ; things can go rough and harsh when your emotions overwhelmed you

author’s notes : no mention of (y/n), written in second person pov, semi alternative universe, timeskip!tsukishima, college life, not proofread, english is not my first language

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You sit on the edge of your bed, hugging your knees to your chest as the events of the day play on repeat in your mind like a broken record. The weight of everything—your academic struggles, the unspoken tension with your parents, and now the appointment result—presses down on you, your chest heavy with a nameless frustration. You want to scream, hit something, or just curl up and disappear, but all you can do is bury your face in the soft fabric of Tsukishima's hoodie, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne lingering on it.

The oversized sleeves feel like a small shield against the turmoil swirling inside you, but they can't stop the barrage of thoughts. What did the doctor say again? You try to recall every word, focusing on the moment instead of the whirlwind in your head. But even then, the tension in your body remains.

Your phone buzzes in your bag, snapping you out of your thoughts. You reach for it, flipping it open with half-hearted curiosity. It's a photo. From Tsukishima. Your heart skips, then thuds in your chest as you open the image—Tsukishima and his teammates, standing proudly with the volleyball championship trophy, their faces glowing with accomplishment.

Your lips twitch upward, an involuntary smile breaking through your melancholy. His message from this morning about the game resurfaces in your mind, and you wish you could’ve been there. Seeing him in that moment, surrounded by his teammates, makes you feel proud, even if a small pang of guilt tugs at your chest for missing it. You were supposed to attend his game but unfortunately you have an appointment scheduled by your mom today.

You stare at the photo for a while, unsure of what to say. He looks happy, genuinely happy in a way you don’t often see. He’s always so serious, so focused, but here, in this photo, he’s smiling with his eyes, that small smirk playing on his lips.

Finally, you type a response:

Congratulations, champ 🎉🎊

You add an extra line of happy stickers, trying to convey the joy you assume he must be feeling.

It doesn't take long before his reply pops up.

Are you done with your appointment? How was it?

You hesitate for a moment, your fingers hovering over the screen. How do you even explain? You’re not really sure what you feel anymore.

Yeah, it went fine

His next message comes almost immediately.

At your dorm now?

Yes, just got back.

Do you want to join us? We’re celebrating with Korean barbecue.

Your initial instinct is to say yes. It sounds nice—fun, even. A distraction from your racing mind, a chance to be near him again. But you stop yourself before you type. You know how you are right now. You’re not in the mood for loud celebrations, for crowded places, for the inevitable small talk that you’ll have to force with his teammates. They don’t know you, and frankly, you don’t feel like pretending everything’s fine. Not tonight. So instead, you respond,

I think I’ll skip this one. Feeling a bit tired 🥹

You watch the chat bubble indicating that he’s read the message, but no immediate reply comes. Your fingers grip the phone a little tighter, heart beating in your throat. You wonder if he’s annoyed or disappointed.

Finally, a message pops up.

Okay. Rest well 🤍

The simplicity of his words eases some of the tension, but only just. You reply with a quick, Have fun with the team! 😊 before tossing the phone aside. You fall back on your bed, staring at the ceiling. The quiet of your room feels suffocating, but you’re too drained to move.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes again, breaking the silence. You sigh, reaching for it with a sluggish arm. It's your mom this time.

Doctor Adi just sent me a prescription for your medication. Can you go to the drugstore and pick it up before dinner?

You groan, kicking your feet in the air in childish defiance, but you know you have no choice. Dragging yourself up, you grab your wallet and throw on the hoodie—Tsukishima’s hoodie, the one he gave you that night after your movie marathon at his place.

As you step outside, the evening air feels cool against your skin. The walk to the pharmacy is quiet, almost eerily so, but you appreciate the solitude. It gives you time to think, though you’re not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Your mind is still racing, stuck somewhere between anger, sadness, and confusion.

You reach the drugstore and head inside, your thoughts still buzzing like white noise. The bright lights and sterile smell are grounding, in a way, pulling you out of your head as you approach the counter. You hand over your prescription and wait, shifting from foot to foot.

Just as you’re zoning out, you catch a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye. Tall, lanky, with those distinctive glasses perched on his nose—Tsukishima. Your heart skips, your body tensing. He’s standing at the cashier, his back to you as he pays for something. You freeze, instinctively pulling the hood up over your head, hoping he won’t notice you. Maybe—

His eyes meet yours.

Damn it.

His brows furrowing in that familiar, questioning way. He starts walking toward you, and for a moment, you consider bolting out of the store. But your feet are rooted to the spot “What are you doing here?” he asks, stopping just a few steps away, his voice low and calm.

You shrug, trying to play it off casually. “Picking up my prescription.”

He looks at you, his gaze sharp, like he’s assessing whether or not to believe you. “Are you sick?”

Your voice comes out higher than intended. “No! It’s just vitamins.”

He doesn’t seem convinced but doesn’t press further. His eyes linger on you for a moment longer, and you feel like you’re under a microscope.

“What about you?” you ask, trying to steer the conversation away from yourself. “What are you doing here?”

“One of my teammates burned his hand,” he replies, holding up a small bag from the pharmacy. “Had to pick up a first aid kit.”

You nod, unsure of what else to say. Silence stretches between you, heavy and uncomfortable. You can’t tell if it’s just your own nerves, or if something has shifted between you two.

“You’re still invited to dinner,” he says, breaking the silence. “We’re eating across the street.”

You hesitate again, your heart tugging in two different directions. Part of you wants to go, to be with him, to see him smile again like in that photo. But the other part—the heavier, louder part—wants to retreat, to hide away from the world and the strange, gnawing feelings inside of you.

“I’ll pass,” you finally say, your voice soft. “I’m really not up for it tonight.”

Tsukishima’s face remains unreadable, his calm demeanor unchanged. He nods slightly, giving a small shrug. “Alright,” he says, his tone neutral. “See you later then.”

You watch him walk out the door—crossing the street then entering the restaurant, leaving you standing there, the awkward tension hanging in the air even after he’s gone. You let out a deep breath, rubbing your temples as the dull ache in your chest refuses to go away. For a second, you wonder if you made the right decision. Should you have gone with him? Would it have been better to push through your exhaustion and just enjoy the dinner? Something’s off. Normally, he’d at least touch your cheek or pat your head, a small gesture he picked up after you started dating. But today, nothing. It’s like he’s keeping his distance.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear your name being called at the counter. As you approach, the cashier greets you with a curious question.

“Do you know the tall guy who was just here?”

“Yeah, I do,” you answer, wondering where this is going.

“Well, excuse me if this is inconvenient, but he left his credit card. Would you be able to give it to him?”

You blink, surprised, before you nod. “Oh, yeah, sure.” After paying, you take the card, glancing over at the restaurant where Tsukishima disappeared. You inhale deeply, debating for a second before finally deciding to go after him.

Crossing the street, you enter the restaurant, scanning the room for him and his teammates. You spot them instantly—a group huddled around a table, Tsukishima grilling meat while they talk animatedly. As you slowly walk towards the table, you hear fragments of their conversation.

“Hey, Tsukishima, where’s your girlfriend? Why doesn’t she come to your games?”

“Yeah, I thought she’d be here since it’s your last game—”

Your steps falter as you take in their words, heart racing. His last game? Why didn’t he tell you? A whirlwind of emotions swirls inside you—confusion, hurt, frustration. You hadn’t even realized how important tonight was for him. And why didn’t he say anything?

Just then, Yamaguchi spots you. “Oh, hey Tsukki, look!” He gestures toward you with a bright smile, nudging Tsukishima.

Tsukishima’s eyes lock with yours from across the room, and for a moment, the air between you two is thick with unsaid words. He stands, walking towards you with a steady calmness. You stammer slightly under his gaze, your grip tightening around his forgotten credit card. As he approaches, his familiar presence washes over you, but there’s still a gnawing tension beneath the surface.

When he reaches you, he takes the card from your hand without a word, but his fingers graze yours lightly. “Thanks,” he mutters, his voice softer than usual, before placing his hand on the small of your back, guiding you toward the table. The touch that you’d missed earlier is back, but it feels different now—charged, like there’s more that neither of you is willing to admit.

“This is her,” Tsukishima introduces you to the table with a smile that feels almost out of character, as though he’s both proud and slightly awkward about it. You give a small bow, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as the group eyes you with friendly curiosity. Tsukishima pulls a chair for you beside him, the gesture simple but grounding.

As you sit, he immediately starts preparing a plate for you, placing slices of grilled beef and arranging the sauce with his usual precision. Your eyes catch on the care in his actions—silent, but thoughtful. You want to say something, to ask him why he didn’t mention it was his last game, but you hold back, not wanting to cause a scene in front of his friends.

One of his teammates smirks, breaking the silence with a teasing tone. “So, Tsukki, when did you start dating freshmen? I thought older women were more your type.”

The comment catches you off guard, your surprise reflected in your eyes. You glance at Tsukishima, hoping for some kind of reaction, but he remains calm, focused on the grill as he flips another slice of beef. He doesn’t even acknowledge the jab, continuing to serve you without missing a beat.

Yamaguchi quickly jumps in, nudging the guy with a disapproving look. “That’s rude, man. Besides, she’s sweet, kind, and polite once you get to know her.” He said with a playful wink at you.

The guy mumbles an apology, and you force a polite smile, feeling an odd mixture of relief and awkwardness settle over you. The tension from earlier hasn’t left, but now it’s mixed with the pressure of being under the spotlight, surrounded by Tsukishima’s friends.

“I thought you wouldn’t make it,” Yamaguchi adds with a friendly grin. “But I’m glad you could join us after all.”

You chuckle softly, though your mind is still buzzing. “Yeah, I’m sorry I missed the game. I bet it was amazing. Congratulations on the win, you guys are really impressive.”

Tsukishima continues to silently serve you, placing food on your plate as the conversation around the table flows. His friends share stories about the game, and you do your best to laugh at their jokes, but it’s hard to concentrate. Your mind keeps drifting back to the earlier comment—his last game—and the fact that he never told you.

The night passes in a blur of laughter, shared food, and introductions to the other girls at the table. You try to engage, to be present, but your gaze keeps flickering back to Tsukishima, watching the way he interacts with his friends, wondering why he’s been holding back with you lately. The evening is warm and pleasant on the surface, but underneath, there’s a lingering feeling that something important is still unsaid.

You walked in silence next to Tsukishima, the cool evening air brushing against your skin as the two of you made your way back to the dorm. The streetlights cast long shadows on the ground, but all you could focus on was the heavy tension in the air. His silence gnawed at you. It wasn’t the usual comfortable quiet; tonight, it was laden with unsaid words, and you could feel the frustration bubbling inside you, making your chest tighten.

You sighed softly, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. His face was calm, his gaze forward, but there was something off. After everything today—from rushing to your appointment, the sudden dinner with his teammates, to this strange silence—you felt drained. The more you thought about it, the more your frustration grew. Why hadn’t he told you? Why did you have to hear about his retirement from someone else?

After a long moment of brooding silence, you couldn't hold it in anymore. The words spilled out before you could stop them, sharper than you intended. “Why didn’t you tell me it was your last game?” Your voice cut through the quiet night, the annoyance clear in your tone. “You never mentioned that you’d be retiring from the team so soon.”

Tsukishima came to a halt, turning to face you with a look that made your heart sink. His lips twitched into a faint smirk, though there was no humor behind it. “I’m in my last year of uni, if you haven’t realized yet,”

His words were laced with that typical sass you were used to, but tonight, instead of rolling your eyes or laughing it off, they felt like a slap to the face. Normally, you could handle his biting comments, even find them amusing, but after the emotional exhaustion of the day, this hit a little too close to home.

“And what about it?” You couldn’t hide the irritation bubbling to the surface. “Like it’s that hard to tell me personally?”

Tsukishima's expression shifted, the faint smirk disappearing as he met your gaze with a frown. “Did you even interested about this part of my life?” His voice was casual, almost like he was throwing a joke into the mix, but it felt like an accusation.

Your chest tightened at his words. “What do you mean?” You took a small step toward him, your hand almost reaching for his, but you stopped, unsure. The gap between you felt more noticeable than ever. “I’m your girlfriend. Of course I am. I care about every part of your life.”

Tsukishima’s gaze flickered away from you, avoiding your eyes as his brow furrowed slightly. “Then maybe you should’ve asked about it whenever we had conversations.”

The calmness of his voice hurt more than if he had raised it. Your heart sank further into your chest, and you could feel the guilt settling in. He was right. You hadn’t asked—not about volleyball, not about his team, not about his games. You’d been so caught up in trying to navigate this new relationship, in figuring out how to be his girlfriend, that you never stopped to think about the parts of his life that mattered to him.

But still, his words stung. You felt like you were being blamed for something you didn’t even realize you were supposed to do. “Why are you blaming me for something I didn’t know?” Your voice came out quieter now, laced with hurt. “I’m sorry—”

“When was the last time you came to one of my games?” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing as he stared at you. “Do you even remember?”

You opened your mouth to answer but quickly realized you couldn’t. You haven’t been to one of his games in months. Not since Yamaguchi dragged you along during your winter class Since then, you had been too wrapped up in your own academic struggles and the whirlwind of emotions that came with your new relationship to even think about attending.

Tsukishima scoffed at your silence, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you, then. Volleyball has been a huge part of my life for years. Retiring today wasn’t an easy decision, and you didn’t care enough to find out.”

The weight of his words hit you like a punch to the gut. It wasn’t just frustration in his voice now—it was hurt, too. Your breath hitched as you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, his disappointment in you sinking deeper than you could bear.

“I’m sorry, Kei,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. The tears you had been holding back were now threatening to spill, and you hated yourself for it. You never wanted to make him feel this way, and the realization that you had hurt him was more painful than anything he could’ve said.

Tsukishima inhales deeply, running a hand through his hair as if trying to calm himself down. He steps closer to you, his expression softening just a fraction as he places his hand on your waist, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, though his voice still holds a touch of tension. “I’m sorry I lashed out. Let’s just get back to your dorm.”

But there was still a tension in his body, and you could feel it. His embrace was warm, but it wasn’t the comforting kind of warmth you were used to from him. It was almost like he was holding back—keeping some of his emotions buried, away from you. And that hurt even more.

The two of you continued walking, hand in hand, but the silence that stretched between you felt heavier than before. His grip was firm, as if he didn’t want to let you go, but the air was thick with things left unsaid. You kept stealing glances at him, wondering what he was thinking, if he was still upset, if things would ever feel normal again.

When you finally reached the entrance to your dorm, you swiped your access card, the beeping sound cutting through the tension. You were about to step inside when you heard him call your name softly.

You turned back, your heart in your throat as you met his gaze.

“Next time,” he began, his voice quieter than usual, “just… tell me what’s going on in your life. And ask me what’s going on in mine. We need to update each other. That’s how this is supposed to work.”

His words were gentle, but they carried a weight of importance, and you nodded, guilt gnawing at you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. “It’s my first relationship… I should’ve—”

“I know,” Tsukishima interrupted, his lips curving into the smallest of smiles. “And it’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

His smile was small, but it was enough to make your heart warm again, if only for a moment. You nodded, biting your lip as you took a step toward the door. But just before you could leave, his voice stopped you once more.

“Hey.” He gestured toward the plastic bag you’d been holding from the drugstore. “Are you going to tell me about your sleeping medication?”

Your freeze, heat rushing to your face as you fumbled for a response, completely caught off guard. You hadn’t been prepared for that question, and once again, you found yourself at a loss for words.

decided to post it tonight since i can’t study—my brain doesn’t want to cooperate with me—for my test tomorrow 😖🤧 so wish me luck guys

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Hello! Happy Valentine's Day everybody. This is for @xf-cases-solved , and the POANG Pals Valentine's Day exchange 😊I really hope you love it and have an amazing day 💖🤍❤️

This Was Not in the Forecast

(Set during The Rain King)

“I’m sorry, I know this isn’t convenient”

All of Mulder’s things from his former motel room had been transferred into Scully’s. Needless to say, it had been a rough trip already for the both of them.

As she unlocked the door, Scully sighed. “It’s not your fault, Mulder” she said. “You don’t need to be sorry”

“I just feel like I’m … you know… intruding” Mulder said. While he had been in motel rooms with Scully before while working on cases to either talk work stuff or occasionally to eat dinner together and watch a movie on TV, he had never shared one with her. How it would work for them was a completely different story. Did they share the bed? Did one of them sleep in the bed and the other on the floor? "It's her room" Mulder thought as he braced himself for a night sleeping on the carpeted floor. He had guessed it was cleaned before them checking in but how thorough they were with that was another question. His couch would feel like a California king after this.

“Mulder, you can have the bed tonight, you need a good night’s sleep after everything”

“No, I can’t do that to you. You didn’t throw that cow into my room. It’s not fair to you. I’ll take the floor.” Mulder replied. He was used to sleeping in weird positions on his couch. Even when he had a bed, he slept on the couch the majority of the time. He liked watching a late-night movie and often fell asleep before the end. Getting up after that felt like a waste of time to him most nights.

“We can share. It's okay.” Scully finally said after a few moments of silence.

He looked at her, somewhat surprised that she had actually said that.

Scully sensed his confusion at that suggestion. "I'm serious. We're adults. We've known each other for years. It's fine" she said.

Mulder was surprised to hear her say that even though it had been what he had been thinking. He proceeded with caution, he wasn't about to push his luck. They both got ready for bed. Fortunately, his luggage had survived the cattle damage and he didn't have to worry about not having anything to sleep in.

Later that night….

“God, why couldn’t they have given us a bigger bed?” Scully said, annoyed. It was a queen size she had thought originally. It might actually have been a full. At this moment, she felt like it was a twin size. She scooted over, trying to give Mulder some extra room for his much-longer legs, but she accidentally rolled herself off of the bed and onto the floor.

“Scully, are you okay?” He leaned over to check. She was fine, just startled.

Mulder moved over some more in the bed. After a few seconds of recovery from her fall, Scully got back in the bed. Mulder rolled over carefully to not have his own mishap and then he faced Scully.

“You okay?” He asked

“Yeah, it didn’t really hurt” She replied. “I’m fine”

Mulder reached out and put his hand on Scully’s shoulder. She gave him a little smile even though she was barely awake and then closed her eyes and was probably asleep within five minutes. As a man that frequently struggled with insomnia, he was envious.

The next morning

Scully had set the alarm clock for 5 AM, which Mulder hadn't been aware of. The sudden beeping completely startled him and he nearly fell off the bed this time. There had been a few quick moments where he had woken up in the middle of the night and he would catch quick glimpses at his sleeping partner and smiled. She was adorable and looked so cute peacefully sleeping after her fall.

After leaving the class of 1979 to enjoy the rest of their night, the trip back to the motel was fairly quiet and uneventful. Scully couldn't stop thinking about her mini-speech to Sheila in the bathroom. Was Mulder now more than just her friend? Was he the only person she could imagine being with? She had no idea where the whole thing came from, but she heard herself and her words repeating in her head over and over again during the car ride home. As Mulder parked the car, he could tell that even though his partner was only inches away from him, her mind was a million miles away.

He tapped her shoulder gently. "Earth to Scully! Earth to Scully!" he said, jokingly. At one point in time, that would maybe have been met with annoyance and/or an eye roll from her. This time, she playfully moved her body away, giggling.

She smiled at him. "Sorry" he said, kind of pulling himself back. He could tell that Scully was more or less amused by that wakeup call. He then grinned "just my way of getting a little revenge for this morning. Who gets up at 5 AM?" He said, now laughing.

"Mulder!" Scully replied, now laughing. This was it. This was exactly what she had been thinking about earlier. Their relationship was definitely rooted in friendship. But was it more now? She wasn't sure how he felt. She had her suspicions. There had been a huge shift in their relationship, especially since their return from Antarctica. If tonight Holman had been brave enough to confess his feelings, couldn't she do the same?

"Scully, have you ever gone to a high school reunion?" Mulder asked as he got out of the car.

"I haven't actually" she replied, getting out and closing the door behind her. He looked at her, perhaps expecting her to elaborate. "I moved around so much as a kid. At the time that I graduated, I had only gone to that school for three years. I barely knew anybody. What about you?"

He chuckled "I've never gone either. I didn't really have a lot of friends and I don't really care to see anybody from there again. I couldn't wait to get out of there back then." Despite his confession, he was still smiling.

They started off to their room and Scully began to rummage through her purse, in search of her room key.

Once it was in her hand and her hand was on the doorknob, Mulder placed his hand on hers as she started to twist the knob. She looked up at him, curiously.

He gazed at her, this time he couldn't deny it. He gazed at Scully and he was proud of it. He then moved in to kiss her.

Her lips met his. He placed his hand on her back and she moved her hand to the back of his head. Somehow it automatically became the most romantic moment of either of their lives. High school boyfriends and college girlfriends be damned. This was a million times better.

They opened the door together.

(Author's note: I hope this was good. It had been an idea of mine for years to write a follow-up "one bed" fic for this ep and the time felt perfect given your mention of the trope in one of your ask responses)

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uceyliyahh · 5 months ago

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UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary; After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3248

Smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso X Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh 💁🏽‍♀️

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JEY I had dropped Tiana off at work while I was driving towards Trinity and Jon's house to hang out for a bit since I was off work for today. I've been thinking about what had happened yesterday between me and ol' boy. I wish I could've beaten his ass a little bit more than usual, but I didn't want to get out of pocket.

I pulled up in their driveway, turning off my car before going up to their door and knocking on it. I saw Trinity standing there holding Tank in her arms.

"Brotherrrr welcome where's T?" Trinity asked.

"I dropped her off for work. imma be picking her up later on. Is Bianca and Montez on their way?" I said while petting Tank as I've seen Marley coming up wanting some love too.

"Yeah, they should be coming in a few minutes but c'mon in the house before some bugs come in here." She said.

I walked inside the house seeing Jon sitting there on his phone scrolling through it I sat down next to him and pushed him while he did the same.

"Yo, watch out little bro where's Tiana?" Jimmy asked.

"Dang, what's with y'all asking about my girl? She's at work right now, but I'll be picking her up later," I said while scrolling through my social media.

I saw that Tiana had posted something on her story. She had posted one of her client's nails, and damn, she did a good job on them like. I'm so proud of her that she's back, getting to do what she loved the most.

I sent her a message saying how much I love it. Meanwhile, I heard the door knocking. I got up to see who it was; it was Bianca and Montez, who had brought some drinks.

I let them in dabbing up Montez while giving Bianca a friendly hug letting them in.

"What drinks did y'all bring?" I asked.

"We bought some Hennessy and some Casamigos Tequila. We are finna get turned up tonight also brought some chaser just in case," Bianca said as she put the drinks on the counter.

"What time does my bestie get off Josh?" She asked.

"She get off around six-thirty," I replied as she nodded her head.

The guys and I went out back to smoke a pre-roll blunt while talking about what happened the other day. I took a few puffs from the blunt, blowing it in the air while passing it on to Jon.

"I can't believe yo' ass knock him out Josh." Montez said while laughing.

"Aye, mane I gotta do what I gotta do in order to protect Tiana." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Speaking of Tiana when are yall going to get married dawg yall is like the perfect couple for each other." He asked.

Yes, I would love to marry Tiana and have babies with her, but I don't want to rush into it, and I respect her wishes.

"Soon yall I don't want to rush into that." I said.

They both nodded their heads as we continued to smoke the rest of the blunt. I was on cloud nine I started to miss my girl but I knew that she was going to get off in a little bit so I'll be patient.

Jon lit up another blunt as he gave it to me to smoke, I took in a few more puffs before passing it down to him I know that Tiana would like this when she comes.

But Tiana is the perfect girl for me I don't see nobody else but her that's why I'm going to go all out for her.

She's my motivation and always keeps me going.

✧.* I was on my way to pick up Tiana from work as I was high as hell she'll probably notice by my demeanor and how I'm moving.

I pulled up at her nail shop seeing her outside on her phone waiting for me to pull up. As I pulled up in the parking lot I got out of the car as she seen me walk up towards her.

She had a smile on her face as she ran up towards me while standing on her tippy toes to give me a kiss on the lips while my hands were squeezing both of her ass cheeks.

"Hi, my pretty baby. How was work?" I asked.

"It was good bubba, also did y'all smoke without me?" She said.

"Don't worry, baby. Bianca saved a blunt just for you." She nodded as I opened the door for her to get inside and closed it.

Before we went back towards Trinity and Jon house Tiana wanted to change real quick so I just waited for her downstairs.

Scrolling through my social media, I saw that Kehlani was posted up with TIANA'S EX.?? Wow, that was weird asf to see on my timeline. I mean, they're made for each other; that probably means that Tiana can finally be at peace, I hope.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I saw Tiana wearing this cute outfit that just made me wanna say fuck it and stay here with her, but I knew that she wanted to go see Trin and them, so I kept my composure.

She looked at me as I held my hand out towards her as she held it with her tiny hands while we walked out going towards Trin and Jon's house.

We finally made it back to their house as I turned off the ignition in my car as me and Tiana got out of the car together. She knocked on the door as I came up behind her wrapping my arms around her waist while moving her hair to the side to place a soft kiss on her neck.

"Joshhhh." Tiana whined.

"What? It's not my fault you look good right now mama." I said.

She rolled her eyes at me letting me continue doing what I was doing. Jon opened the door and saw us standing there. Tiana hugged him before going inside the house.

"The girls are out back T they've been waiting on you." Jimmy said as Tiana walked away out back.

As she was walking away, I took a peek underneath her skirt, seeing her ass poking out while I licked my lips until Jon popped me upside my head.

"Ouch! The fuck was that for?" I said while rubbing my head.

"Can your ass not be freaky when we have a get together uce?" He said as I rolled my eyes at him, knowing that if it were Trinity, he would've done the same thing.

"Whatever dawg."

✧.* TIANA We were like six to seven shots in of the Hennessy my body felt really fuzzy on the inside as I was sitting on the couch watching everyone else taking more shots in.

I was high and drunk as fuck that's when Bianca came towards me showing me something that I wasn't expecting to see. I saw that Kai was posted up with Jey's ex-girlfriend that was new but also weird at the same time.

"Woah girl that is weird as fuck." I said.

"That's what I'm saying it just seemed planned." She said and I agreed with her.

'I wonder if Jey has seen it?'

I saw Trinity turning on some music on the TV, and it was playing slow dance by Kehlani off of her new album. She grabbed Jon while Bianca grabbed Montez; meanwhile, Jey was looking at me to come grab him up, too.

Slow down, slow dance Control my hands I want to dance the night away with you, my love

All of us began dancing and grinding on our man's lap as they all just gazed up at us as we kept throwing it back onto them dirty wining our hips.

I turned my head back seeing Jey gazing up at me while watching me throw it back onto him I never done anything like this before other than with Kai but that was a different story.

His hands were on my hips to match my movements, and his eyes were low and dark. Everyone was saying their ouuus and ahhhs as I just rolled my eyes at them before giving them the middle finger.

Let's take a chance Could be romance Just let me dance the night away with you, my love

I felt Jey getting hard underneath me as I continued to slowly twerk on him. It was like he was about to bust but kept his cool, knowing he was around other folk.

He slapped my ass making me jump a little bit getting on top of him as I held onto his neck for support while he held onto my back I slowly grind on his lap maintaining eye contact with him.

Pulling me closer to him he softly kissed me on my cheek before whispering. "You finna make me take you upstairs and fuck you up if this keeps going." Him saying that to me sent shivers down my spine, but I wanted to keep going.

I looked over at the girls as they continued dancing on their man, knowing that we all were about to get fucked up, including me, if I let this continue, but I didn't care.

His hands snaked around my ass, giving it a good grip before grabbing me by the throat firmly.

"quit playin' with me, Tink, like I won't fuck this pussy up and have you crying."

Tonight, oh, baby You can get my love tonight, oh, baby Give you what I feel inside, oh, baby Wanna slow dance tonight (Oh, baby)

I wanted to stop, but my body just wouldn't let me. It was like it had a mind of its own. That's when Jey scooped me up by my thighs, carrying me upstairs towards the guest bedroom, pinning me on the bed.

He took off his shirt and his cargo pants that he was wearing as he did the same thing for me. Pulling me on the edge of the bed is where he liked me to be.

SMUT WARNING "Ouuuu fuck Josh..." I moaned.

He had my legs pinned down onto my sides as he was drilling my shit in while throwing his head back in pleasure.

I want you open like a flower in the sun And Heaven knows what I like and, baby, you're the one Didn't you say you wanna let me cross the line? You're the one I wanna be with tonight, oh, baby

He kept circling his hips hitting my spot so good I was seeing stars at this point. My walls were clenching around his dick as a groan escaped his lips.

"Shit, baby, you gotta let me stretch you out, ma." I loosened up a bit for him as he went in deep hitting my spot as I rolled my eyes in the back of head.

All you could hear was moans and skins slapping up against each other in the room. He chokes me firmly while moving his hips faster into my wet cunt, causing me to moan loudly.

Slow down, slow dance Control my hands I want to dance the night away with you, my love Let's takе a chance Could be romance Just lеt me dance the night away with you, my love

"I'm hitting that shit, ain't I, mama? Watching yo' pretty ass take it just like how daddy wants you to." He rasped while pounding me senselessly.

I felt so overwhelmed I tried to push him away by his stomach, but he just wouldn't let up as he slapped my hands away, only making it worse.

"D-daddy...shit..." This man was having me in a daze while he kept hitting that spot over and over again, causing me to feel that same pit going down into my stomach.

I always let him take control of the situation and let him do whatever he wanted. Hearing him talk dirty things and talking me through it just made me even more smitten with him.

I felt tears coming down my face as he leaned in, giving me a soft kiss on the lips to forget about the overwhelming pain that I was feeling. It was that good type of pain.

Tonight, oh, baby You can get my love tonight, oh, baby Give you what I feel inside, oh, baby Wanna slow dance tonight (Oh, baby)

He noticed that my facial expression was turning up as he knew that I was going coat his dick up with my nut, causing him to purposely push his dick deeper inside of my gushy insides as I let out a loud gasp seeing him smirking.

I felt my toes curling up while I was quivering underneath him after he did that.

"Mhm, give me that shit, mama, coat my dick up with yo' cream." He whispered in my ear while continuing to beat it up.

"Joshhhh..." I whined weakly feeling defeated by this man every single time.

He wanted me to feel every single inch of him so deeply. I let out a loud moan as I creamed all over this man while my body was shaking underneath him as I tried to push him away yet again due to the sensitivity.

But he firmly choked me, not trying to hurt me, as he thrust his hips deeper inside me while his movements became slower and sloppier throughout every thrust he was giving me.

My favorite part of the day is when we wake and you say you wanna make love All the sexy little ways you put my hands in the places you never let another go I got the sights on you, baby Girl, you wetter than the lakes, rivers, oceans Can we put on a little K?

Holding onto his biceps for dear life while trying to maintain the overwhelming orgasm I just had as he kept thrusting his hips.

"This my pussy baby?" He questioned me as I didn't respond to him quickly giving me a slight tap on my thigh.

"Yes...dadddy this is your pussy..." he liked the way that I sounded right now and the way I was looking all miserable underneath him.

"Better be my pussy mama, fuck...I'm finna nut all in that shit." After a few more thrusts, he filled me up with his warm seed as a satisfied groan left his lips before pulling out of me, seeing his nut dripping out of me.

Move them SKIMS up out the way Put that ass up on me, babe It's the perfect location The angle is amazing I see it on your face, girl Try to get air And you know I love cake So I came for a plate I ain't comin' home late Tryna fuck my soulmate tonight

SMUT OVER Me and Jey were panting heavily as he went to go get a rag to clean me up and my body was shaking violently. He took notice as he hovered over me giving me a few kisses on the lips while rubbing my thighs to calm me down.

Jey wiped me down with the rag that he had in his hand before throwing it in the dirty bin that was in the bathroom.

Slow down, slow dance ('Cause you're my baby) Control my hands (And you're losin' control tonight) I want to dance the night away with you, my love Let's take a chance (Can we take a little chance tonight?)

He sat up on the bed placing me into his lap while holding onto my hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"You okay mama?" He asked.

"Y-yeah I'm fine...just still shaking a bit." I said as I felt him rubbing both ends of my hips.

"Not goin' lie you looked sexy dancing on me like that I wasn't expecting all three of yall to do that to us." I chuckled at him before kissing him on the lips.

Could be romance (Baby, you could have whatever you like) Just let me (Just let me) dance the night away with you, my love

"I did have a question though bubba." I was playing with his mullet while he was tuning into my features.

"What's up?" Jey said.

"Did you see that on your timeline too? With Kehlani and Kai?" I asked him while he nodded his head.

"Yeah, I did, but I just scrolled up afterward. All I'm worried about are you, mama." I smiled at him knowing that he is all about me and only me.

Tonight, oh, baby You can get my love tonight, oh, baby (Oh) Give you what I feel inside, oh, baby Wanna slow dance tonight (Oh, baby)

His phone and I went off at the same time, and we both grabbed our phones and saw a text message from an unknown number.

Me and I looked up at each other with a smug look on our faces, knowing.

Unknown number sent an attachment and a message.

Unknown number: Tink I know you're hurting rn seeing me posted up with someone new. 😭

I rolled my eyes as I saw Jey doing the same thing. They're trying so hard to make us jealous and hurt when we are living our best lives together. It was just embarrassing seeing that.

Tiana: Nigga don't nb give a damn about you and Shawty. I just got my guts rearranged by my man, something you couldn't do, so please get blocked yet again. 💁🏻‍♀️

Me and Jey both started laughing as we cuddled in the bed with each other I was lying on his tatted chest while he stroke my hair.

"I love you so much, Tiana. You don't even know, man." Jey said softly.

"I love you too papi," I said as me and him got comfortable before we closed our eyes going to sleep together.

Under Your Touch.

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A/N: lawd a mini plot twist but I digress but I am putting Rookie and Novacane on hold for now because I wanna focus on this story and fatal attraction after I finish these two books I will regain focus on Rookie and Novacane.

Not Kehlani and Malakai trying to make them jealous that they're together when Jey and Tiana don't really care lol.

But I hope YALL enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

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delayed-affection · 2 years ago

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can you write something about the reader having a bad and trevor or jack making them feel better

Here with me

Navigation Oneshots

Trevor Zegras x reader

A/n: I went with Trevor, I hope you enjoy!🤍

Warnings: like two bad words, pet name (baby, babe)

Word count: 2.1k

Waking up today you thought it would be a good. You were able to FaceTime Trevor before he left for practice, got to work on time, and they supplied you guys with breakfast.

Then the day started to go down, someone spilt their coffee on you and tried to blame you for it. With no change of clothes and no time to go home until lunch you walked around wet and smelling of coffee.

Then when you were on lunch you got a flat tire, so you had to pull over on the side of the road to change it. Dirtying your clothes even more and having random people drive up to asking you if you were okay was quite embarrassing.

You barely made it home and back to work on time. Hoping that the day will pick up and nothing else happens.

Only for the printer to jam up on you before your meeting, you’re friend texting you canceling your plans for tonight, your know it all coworker trying to tell you that you’re doing your job wrong, and it started to pouring rain on your way out.

So you once again you are in wet clothes but more upset than you were before. The only good thing left about today is that you don’t have any classes or homework to worry about.

When you got home you decided to take a quick shower, texting Trevor asking him if it’s okay that you come over.

Getting out you toss on some some of his clothes that he left over. You grab your phone to see that he gave you the go ahead to come over.

You knock on his front door for what feels like the millionth time, neither him or Jamie have come to the door. You jiggle the door knob to find out that the door is locked.

You groan letting your head hit the door, of course this would happen.

You call his phone to no avail, so you try Jamie.

He picks up, “Hello?”

“Jamie, hey.” You reply, “Are you and Trevor not home?”

“I’m not.” He states, “But Trevor is… or I thought he was.”

You sigh, “He’s not answering the door or his phone.”

You can hear him stifle a laugh, “So, you’re locked out?”

You run a hand through your hair, “Yeah.”

“Okay, so, by the door there’s a rock, if you flip it over the bottom should slide off and the key should be inside.” He informs

You pick up the rock, “You’re a lifesaver, dryer sheet.”

He chuckles, “Yeah whatever, dipshit.”

You open the door, “Okay I’m in, thank you.”

“No problem.” He says, “And keep the key, I’ll make another one.”

“For real?” You ask

“Yeah, now go make sure Trevor’s not dead.” He tells you, “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye, Jamie.” You say hanging up the phone.

You close the door behind you and make your way to Trevor’s room. As you get closer you can hear Taylor swift playing along with the faint sound of water and him singing along.

Opening his bedroom door you take off your shoes and lay on his bed, listening to him sing ‘Our Song’.

Even though he’s completely off key it brings a smile to your face. Pulling out your phone you record him singing the rest of the song, it could come in handy for another bad day or even a birthday post.

When he finished the song you decided to mindlessly scrolling through tiktok. You did that for fifteen minutes before you finally hear the water turn off and the music switch from Taylor to Mac Miller.

The bathroom door swings open and out walks Trevor, dripping wet with a towel around his waist.

He jumps at the sight of you on his bed, not expecting you to be there, “Jesus, Baby, when did you get here?”

“I don’t know, like, fifteen? Twenty? Minutes ago.” You answer struggling to keep your eyes on his.

He turns off the music, “So, you- you heard all of that?”

“Yeah, it almost felt like I was at one of her concerts.” You tease

He turns away from you, clearly embarrassed, and goes to grab some clothes.

He goes back to the bathroom with his clothes in hand, “So, how was your day?”

You groan, “ugh, it sucked.”

He quickly comes back out in joggers and a tshirt, “Awe baby I’m sorry.”

He leans over the bed places a soft kiss on your forehead, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head, “No, not really.”

He hums in response, “Here, scoot over.”

You move over allowing him to lay down next to you, you can feel the warmth from the shower radiate off of him.

He pulls you over to him and starts to rub your back, “Well if it makes you feel better, I’m glad you’re here, I missed you.”

“If you missed me why’d you lock the front door?” You ask, “Are you afraid of the boogie man or something?”

He shakes his head and smiles, “What? No! I’d lay out the boogie man and you know it.”

You let out a amused laugh, “Oh, I’m sure you would.”

“Have you seen my guns?” He asks flexing his arm, “These things are killers.”

“Totally…” You say in an unconvinced tone.

He acts offended, bringing his hand to his chest, “Are you doubting me? Do you not believe me?”

“I mean it’s the boogie man.” You reply

He rolls his eyes and huffs, “I’m your boyfriend you’re supposed to believe in me.”

You apologize, “Oh, sorry. What I meant to say is that you could take down anyone. The boogie man wouldn’t stand a chance against you.”

He lets a dry chuckle, “Much better, babe.”

He strokes the side of your face, “Hey, did you eat today?”

“Yeah, did you?” You question

“Mhm.” He answers, “Did you drink any water?”

You let out a dragged, “Yes.”

He looks at you and you watch as his eyes make their way down your body.

He smiles and his eyes meet yours, “You’re wearing my clothes.”

You can feel your face getting hot, “yeah.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Because I felt shitty and me wearing them made me feel better.” You quickly confess

“Oh, baby.” He coos sitting up against the headboard, “Do you still feel that way?”

You move to sit across from him and shrug, “Kind of but you’ve helped a lot.”

He turns his head in confusion, “How? I’ve been talking nonsense since you got here.”

You shrug, “You always talk nonsense.”

“Okay, is it hate on your boyfriend day? First you tell me I can’t defend myself and now you’re telling my I talk nonsense.” He complains

You put your hands up in surrender, “You said it first, I was just agreeing.”

“Well maybe should disagree with me.” He agrues

“But I did and you didn’t like it.” You remind letting yourself fall back onto the bed.

He moves forward to lean over you, his face ever so close to yours.

“You know what I’m going to stop this because I can see that I’m not going to win.” He tells you

He gives you a quick peck to show that he accepts the loss on this one.

You hum in response.

“But you know what I will beat you at?”

“Knowing every word to all to well?” You answer

“Yes but no.” He says getting off the bed, “I’m willing to bet you that I could beat you in Mario Kart.”

“And if you lose?” You question following him out of the room.

“Oh, I’m not losing.” He assures leading you into the living room.

You give him an amused look, “You sound very sure of yourself.”

“Because I am.” He states turning on the switch and tv, “I’m going to hand deliver you an L.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared.” You mock sitting on the couch.

He sits next you and hands you a remote, “You should be, I’m a killer in baby park.”

You takes the remote, a small smile playing on your lips.

"We'll see about that." You challenge, “What do you want if you win?”

He taps his chin acting like he’s thinking of something.

“You’re buying me ice cream.” He states, “And not no McDonald’s McFlurry, I want some fancy shit.”

“What?” You ask, “What’s fancy ice cream?”

“It’s not a McFlurry.” He answers

He acts like the things he says is just common knowledge to everyone else. Like yes a McFlurry isn’t fancy but what would be considered fancy ice cream?

You hold your hand out to him, “Okay, then I want the same thing if I win.”

He takes your hand and shakes it, “Bet. First one to win eight races wins.”

Your just started your second lap on Excitebike Arena when you notice Trevor's character zoom by you. But he's going the wrong way.

"Umm... are you aware you're going the wrong way?" You question glancing at his side of the screen.

"You're going the wrong way." He childishly argues finally turning his character around.

He scoots closer to you on the couch, "Did you see that?"

You scrunch your brows together, "What?"

His hand flies over your eyes as he attempts to catch up to you. You move away from and swat away his hand.

"Not cool, bro." You say knowing he doesn't like it when you call him that.

"I'll show what's not cool, bro." he threatens

you're not to far from starting your third lap when he snatches your controller tossing it aside.

“Oh, so we’re cheating?”

The more games played the more competitive you two got. It was every man for himself and the two of you were looking for a win.

You were the first to eight wins, smiling brightly as Trevor whines to go again.

You guys were having fun and Trevor would do anything to keep that smile on face.

The two of you now sit in some random parking lot in Sherman oaks finishing your ice cream from dolly llamas. After you evidently beat in him in Mario kart 16 to 14.

“I know you let me win.” You state changing the music.

He shrugs you off, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Trevor, you drove the last three races backwards.”

He takes his spoon and swipes some of your ice cream and says, “No I didn’t.”

You give him a look that tells him to be serious.

“Well let’s say… you looked like you needed some ice cream.”

“I would’ve gotten some if I lost.” You reply

He spares you glance but looks back out the window, “Yeah, but you would’ve had to pay and I wasn’t going to let you.”

You lower the music, “So why make the bet?”

He gives you a sympathetic look, “If I’m being honest, you looked like you were done with the world and I wanted to help.”

You nod but don't say anything.

He sets down his cup and grabs your hand.

"Look you said you had a bad day and I had no clue on what to do." He admits, "And whenever I was having a bad day my mom would take me to go get ice cream."

"And Mario kart was something I looked forward to doing with Griffin and Ava after school or after a game." He adds, "So I did what I thought would help."

You turn in your seat to face him, interlocking your fingers with his.

“It did help, baby.” You assure, “I felt like hell before I got to see you.”

"Are you you sure because we could always do something else." He replies, “It’s only six o’clock.”

You shake your head, "No, just being with you is enough. Hell just putting on your clothes made me feel better.”

He squeezes your hand gently, before letting it go. Moving his hand up to your cheek.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, feeling safe and loved.

"Thank you." You whisper

He leans in kissing you gently.

Pulling back he looks at you with pure love in his eyes.

A goofy smile makes its way on to his face, “I know the best way to end today.”

“And what’s that?” You ask

“A good bowl of cereal and you’re favorite show.” He says in a matter of factly tone.

You shake your head with a laugh, “You really know how to woo a person, Trev.”

He starts up the car, “You can’t tell me some Cookie Crisp wouldn’t hit the spot.”

You put your seatbelt back on and reply, “I don’t know about Cookie Crisp but sure.”

“And you’re back to being a hater.” He sighs making you chuckle.

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fluentmoviequoter · 7 months ago

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Celebrity Crush, Table for Two

Part 2 of Celebrity Crush

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Summary: You go on a date with your celebrity crush after meeting him in uniform. 1.2k+ words of fluff!

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A/N: Thanks for the idea @anonymousmuffinbear! I hope you enjoy this. Thanks for reading and all of your kind words!🤍

You sigh as you fall backward onto your couch. The past week has been busy and stressful, so you have had no time to relax. Now that you're caught up with work, you can finally catch up on everything you’ve wanted to do. Which, admittedly, isn’t much. With your remote, you scroll through your favorite streaming app to find something to watch. A new true crime documentary catches your eye, and you suddenly remember something. Tim Bradford gave you his number, and you haven’t done anything with it.

Before you can find his contact, your phone rings with a call from one of your friends. You love her but do not want to talk or hang out tonight.

“Hello,” you greet, despite every instinct telling you not to answer.

“Hey, girl! We’re going out for mini golf and dinner, are you in?” she asks.

“Not tonight. I’m exhausted, but I’ll try to join next time.”

“Okay, no worries. Get some rest! Oh, hey, how’s your celebrity crush?”

“Tim?”

“No, Rick Castle- yes! Tim!”

“I don’t know,” you admit, picking at your blanket. “I haven’t called him yet. I was about to text him.”

“Don’t text him, call him! You’ve already made that Greek god wait a week for you.”

“He’s probably busy.”

“Call him.”

You can’t argue again before she hangs up on you. As you find the right contact, you shake your head and click the button to text Tim. Tim is a cop, and you will not risk interrupting him in the middle of something important. So, you type out a quick message, hit send before you can overthink it, then set your phone aside and start the documentary about the Hillside Strangler.

“Should I have signed the text?” you ask aloud. You only wrote About that thanks over dinner…

As you wonder if Tim will know who it’s from, your phone buzzes with an incoming message. Tim’s name catches your attention, and you hold your breath as you read his text.

Tell me when and where.

To say you’re surprised would be an understatement, and you’ll never admit to anyone that you bounce up and down on your couch out of pure excitement as you tap out your reply. In a few minutes, you have a dinner set for tomorrow with your celebrity crush at one of LA’s many restaurants. As the narrator sets the scene for a vicious murder on the screen before you, you fall back on the couch with a smile because you have a date with your celebrity crush.

“What am I supposed to wear?” you grumble as you look through your closet. “Is this even a date? Or just a chance to thank him again?”

You’ve only seen Tim in his uniform, but you know he will look amazing no matter what he wears. On the bright side, he’ll one-up me even if he’s in a t-shirt and sweatpants, you think. You stop as you pull a hanger forward. The perfect outfit was right in front of you the whole time. It just took an hour of stressing to find it.

Soon after, you enter the restaurant and look around, impressed by the atmosphere. More impressive, however, is Tim Bradford smiling at you from beside the hostess stand. He walks toward you, proving that you are right. The man can’t look bad, but he knows how to dress.

“You look beautiful,” Tim says.

“You do, too,” you answer. “Or handsome? You’re both- I… Thanks for meeting me.”

“Are you ready?”

You nod, and Tim offers his arm. With your arm looped through his elbow, you follow him to the table with your eyes on his face the entire time. Tim smiles at you as he pulls your chair out for you, and his fingers trail over your arm as he steps away.

“So,” Tim begins as he sits across from you. “What’s it like being one of the only women in the world that gets to go out with your celebrity crush?”

“Well, the only thing he’s done is help me to my seat and prove that he eavesdropped,” you murmur, looking down at the napkin in your lap.

“If you wanted a nice date, you should’ve chosen a different celebrity crush. I don’t have the best track record,” Tim admits.

You sigh dramatically but smile as you ask, “How soon can you get Aaron Thorsen down here to take over for you?”

“If I sent him a picture of how perfect you look, very quickly.”

“Tim, no one is a great date. Me included,” you promise, offering your hand across the table. “Besides, I thought I was just here to say thank you again and talk about the cases in the documentary.”

“Right,” Tim agrees. “But I’ll need something in return. If I tell you about the cases, you have to tell me about you.”

“Interesting case details for boring personal details? That’s a terrible deal for you.”

“Depends on where you stand.”

You shrug, but Tim takes your hand as a silent promise that he wants to hear about you and get to know you. This is a date, after all.

“You’ve been in three documentaries,” you begin, ignoring the menu and everything else around you. “Which of those cases was your favorite?”

“Morris Mackey,” Tim answers without hesitation.

“Because of Officer Thorsen?”

“Amongst other things. It was an interesting investigation.”

“I have to ask-“

“If seeing Jake Butler dead freaked me out?”

You pinch your brows and finish, “Is your Sergeant really that funny?”

“Oh, yeah,” Tim answers. “Grey is one of the best cops and best men I’ve ever met. Your turn. Why did you approach me in the store last week?”

“Are you kidding? I loved those documentaries, I wasn’t kidding. When else am I going to get the chance to meet someone from one of those?”

“I’m glad you texted,” Tim admits.

“I’m glad you gave me your number. You know, my friends thought my crush on you was weird until they saw you.”

“The Abercrombie model hot cop?” Tim asks with a knowing smile.

“Their words.”

“Are you ready to order?” your waiter asks.

“Oh, right,” Tim says, looking at the menu. “We’re going to need one more minute. Thank you.”

The waiter nods, and you wait until he walks away to laugh. Tim shakes his head as he raises the menu, and you decide right then that this is the best date you’ve ever been on.

“Thank you, Tim. I had a great time,” you say as Tim walks you to your car.

“I did too,” he replies.

Tim slows and uses your joined hands to pull you toward him. He looks down at your shirt, visible beneath your sweater, and notices it’s the one he gave you from the store.

“Do you think I’m the kind of celebrity crush that can get a second date?” he asks.

You hum as you step closer to him. Slowly, you tilt your chin up and give Tim time to step back. He doesn’t, opting to meet you halfway. When your lips brush against Tim's, he has all the answers he needs. This is not going to be your last date. You raise your hand to his jaw, gently sliding your fingers against his skin before you move back, your other hand still in Tim’s.

Tim opens his eyes slowly as he asks, “Does this mean I have to watch true crime with you?”

You smile and laugh, squeezing Tim’s hand. “Oh, yeah. Who else can tell me how accurate everything is?”

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shiftingparadise · 2 years ago

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I'm sorry (Part 3)

So, I got this idea from one of you guys, so thank you for that! I hope everyone's doing fine. Enjoy reading! 🤍✨

Warnings: angst to fluff, smut

Word count: 1649

“Mikey”, you let your head rest on his shoulders. “I know”, he clenched his jaw, his hand softly massaging the back of your head. “This was the last time, right?”, your voice shaking. “Hm”, an unsure answer.

You didn’t want it to be the last time. You wanted to wake up next to him, to kiss him while the rising sun greeted your sheets, but…

“Don’t”, a sweet smile on his face as he studied yours. “W-what?”. “Don’t be sad, please. I can’t be the one that makes you sad, Y/N. I really can’t”.

There were tears in his eyes too. Was this more than just lust? Did you love each other?

“You make me happy”, a fragile whisper.

A lie twisted with the truth. He did make you happy, more than anything, but right now… If Draken knew…

“Come on. I’ll get you home”, Mikey lifted you from the table. “B-but Draken-“.

God, it was hard to even say his name.

“Oh, right”, a sad look in his eyes. “Well, I’ll see you”. “See you, Mikey”, you straightened your dress. “W-wait”, his hand wrapped around your arm, “Stay with me. Just for tonight”. “You know I can’t”, a tear now streaming down your cheek. “I know”, a sad chuckle left his lungs.

---

“I’ll drop you off. I need to do something first”, Draken coldly replied. “Huh? It’s the middle of the night”. “So?”.

He didn’t look at you. Not once.

“Draken?”, you shakily asked. “What?”. “A-are you… Do you love me?”, once again tears in your eyes.

Why couldn’t he look at you?

“Come on, I’ll get you home”, he coldly replied as he put his jacket on.

He didn’t. Not anymore. You knew that.

---

“Where were you?”, you softly asked as he entered the kitchen. “You were gone the entire night”. “Work”, he opened the fridge. “Work?”.

He was lying. Mikey didn’t ask anything from him…

“You’re lying-“, “I’m lying? Hm?”, Draken chuckled. “W-what’s that?”, you slowly stood up. “What?”.

“This”, you slowly lowered the collar of his shirt. “Nothing”, he grabbed your wrist. “That’s a hickey, right?”.

You shouldn’t be the one crying when you cheated first.

“Draken?”, sad eyes searching for his.

His silence was an answer, right?

“W-why? W-what’s wrong with me?”, tears now streaming down your cheek. “I practically begged you to have sex with me, to show some kind of affection but-“. “You found that somewhere else, didn’t you?”, Draken coldly replied.

He knew. Now your silence was an answer.

“Out of all people…”, Draken shook his head.

You couldn’t respond. You had no right.

“And you dare to say that I’m lying”, Draken laughed. “I only slept with her because I thought it would make me feel better, but it didn’t. You broke me, Y/N”. “Who?”, you lowered your eyes. “I wanted to hurt you too, but…”.

He wanted you to feel what he felt so…

“Emma”, you whispered.

His silence was once again your answer.

“I hate you”, your voice so quiet. “I hate you more than anyone. I begged for your attention. I asked you over and over again and-“. “And that gives you the right to sleep with my best friend? With my brother?”.

He never yelled at you… He never…

“You could’ve slept with anyone, and I would’ve forgiven you, but not with… Fuck!”, Draken threw the door of the fridge shut. “Not with Mikey, Y/N. Not with him”, his eyes glossy. “How many times? How many times did you sleep with him?”.

The lump in your throat prevented you from answering.

“I heard you two… At the party yesterday”, a tear streaming down his cheek. “Please Mikey”, Draken cleared his throat. “Come for me, Mikey”, Draken’s knuckles went white.

“S-stop, please”, you whispered.

“And he…”, Draken couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. “Is it true?”, he asked, “That you were supposed to be his? Do you feel the same?”.

“I love you”, you raised your voice, “But you… For the past 6 months you… You can’t even stand to look at me, to hold me, to kiss me-”.

Huh? Did someone knock?

“Draken?”, Mikey’s voice from behind the door.

Your heart sunk to your stomach.

“Just pretend this never happened”, cold eyes staring into yours.

How could he pretend nothing happened?

“Yo, Mikey”, a smile on his face as he opened the door.

“Did you sleep with Emma?”.

Mikey’s eyes…

“Huh?”, Draken frowned. “Did you sleep with Emma?”, Mikey repeated, his eyes as dark as ever.

The tension… You wanted to throw up.

“Y/N?”, Mikey didn’t look at you. “Grab your stuff. You’re coming with me”. “M-Mikey-“, you tried to disobey. “Grab your stuff”, Draken interrupted, “I don’t want you here-“.

That was about enough for Mikey to lose it. Even Draken didn’t think Mikey would punch him.

“Don’t talk to her”, Mikey looked at his friend on the ground. “You don’t treat her right. You never did. A girl like her should get flowers every day, she should-“.

“I heard you two yesterday”, Draken wiped the blood from his mouth. “I know you’ve been sleeping with her”.

You did this. You caused them to fight, you caused them to hate each other.

“There’s nothing left for you here”, Mikey looked at you, “Grab your stuff”.

“Not even an apology?”, Draken sat up straight, his arms resting on his knees. “You did this, Draken”, Mikey looked down, “If you treated her right, she would’ve stayed by your side, no matter what”.

“Right”, a sarcastic smile, “It’s my fault you couldn’t keep your hands from her”.

Draken’s words were meant as bullets.

“Y/N, get your stuff. Now”, Mikey’s dark eyes finally met yours. “O-okay”, a broken whisper before you walked to your bedroom.

Your stuff… Did that mean your toothbrush? Your make-up? This was your home, wasn’t it?

“It was”, a sad smile as you grabbed your bag. This wasn’t your home anymore. This was Draken’s apartment.

“Y/N?”, Mikey’s voice echoed through the room. “Coming”, you swiftly wiped the tears from your cheeks.

God, you hated this. The way Draken was still sitting on the ground, the way his head was bent towards his chest... You broke him.

“Draken-“, your voice softer than ever. “Don’t”, a crack in his voice, “Just leave”.

How much did this hurt him? Seeing you leave with his best friend? Shame took over as you walked past him, but there was no going back. You couldn’t turn back the time and fix this broken mess.

Why? Why did it feel as if there were pieces of broken glass underneath your feet? Why did it feel as if you were underwater?

“Mikey?”, Draken softly added. “Hm?”, Mikey kept his gaze on his motorcycle. “If I ever see you again-“. “Same goes for you”, Mikey coldly replied.

Good. You started a war. What did this even mean for the gang? Some would follow Draken, others Mikey…

“Don’t worry”, Mikey gently grabbed your bag, “He deserved this”.

He didn’t. Draken was a good man. Sure, he didn’t treat you right, but he never hurt you either. Not on purpose, anyway.

“I’m sorry”, you cleared your throat, “Because of me you’re fighting and-“. “Y/N”, Mikey paused, “You’re worth dying for”.

---

“Are you okay?”, his eyes scanned your face. “Hm”, you nodded as you let your head rest against his shoulder.

You knew it wasn’t right, but… You were happy. You were happy you could watch a movie with Mikey. That you could cuddle him, kiss him…

“I’ve waited so long for this”, his voice sounded rough, “You belong with me”.

He was right. You could feel it too.

“We hurt him”, you tightened your grip around his arm. “And he hurt you”, the blonde gently lifted your chin, “Don’t worry about him. I’ll give you everything you need and more”. “I know”, you responded, your heart already racing.

“Now I can leave marks, right?”, he smirked as he placed a swift kiss on your lips. “I can bite you, leave hickeys… I can finally show the world whom you belong to”.

And you wanted nothing more.

With his hand already underneath your shirt, you underneath him… “I’m addicted to your little moans. They’re so cute”, he chuckled as he took off his shirt.

Could he be more perfect?

“I hate you”, you smiled as you pulled him closer again, “I really do”. “Oh?”, a devilish smirk on his face, “Let’s see how much you hate me”. “M-mikey”, you arched your back as his hand slowly traveled down your skirt. “What’s wrong, bunny? I already know your panties are soaked”. “S-shit”, you closed your eyes as his digit drew circles on your little nub. “Sometimes you’re pathetic”, he softly bit on your lip, “So wet when I haven’t done anything”. “Please”, your voice shaking. “I know, bunny. I said I was going to give you everything you need and more, didn’t I?”.

The only thing you could manage was a small nod.

“That means breeding you like the cute little bunny you are”, he playfully pinched your cheek.

His hands… They traveled so smoothly across your body.

“Let’s get these off”, he whispered as he threw your panties on the floor. “M-my skirt-“, “I like taking you with that on”, he lowered his sweatpants along with his underwear, not even bothering to undress. “Ready, bunny?”. “Hm, please”, you placed the tip of your thumb between your teeth.

You knew how much he loved it when you looked this cute. Your shirt still on, your skirt lifted to your stomach, your innocent eyes…

“Now you’re officially mine”, a proud smile as he pressed the tip against your entrance, “My bunny, my little girl, my princess…”. “A-all yours”, you eagerly arched your back. “So impatient”, he chuckled before slowly gliding inside you, “Don’t worry. I’m going to breed my little bunny till the sun comes up”.

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