#we were just talking about fanfics today and. yeah

[tiramissyoucake]

And so the Graysons/Catherine crossover begins. This is my dream. And nightmare. I desire a situationship with them. Note that this is almost word for word Catherine narrated with different roles, some scene skipping. All I'm doing is putting it in fanfic format as these 2.

CW: ooc, cheating, implied sex, drunk choices were made and they're not good, Dick is the mystery man in case it wasn't obvious

Sleep was scarce. Work was in abundance. If you've ever felt like you were ever spreading yourself thin in life, this would be its prime. The adorable cafe you sat in overwhelmed you, especially the rhythmic fingers drumming in front of you. You can hear someone talking, were they talking to you?

"Snap out of it!"

Your body jerked in response at the command from your boyfriend, looking up at his concerned expression that bordered on annoyance— shit, did you space off in the middle of a date?

"Were you listening?" His eyebrows furrowed, your eyes refocused on him, a clean white collar neatly adjusted over his blue sweater. Mark always cleaned up nice for your dates.

Guilt swallowed you as you cleared your throat. "Y-yeah. Sorry." A lie and an apology, but he was smarter than that.

"You've been spacing out a lot lately, is everything okay? You seem... off lately." Whenever Mark had a concerned look on his face, you were instantly reminded of a pet dog who was left home alone too long.

You nodded, one hand coming up to rub the strain of sleepless nights out of your eyes. "Sorry, I had to work early this morning..." this excuse wasn't a lie, you've been called in to do more overtime lately.

Concern still evident, but a small smile made its way onto his face. He was happy you were being responsible for yourself, at least it wasn't fatigue from staying up drinking or worse.

"Are you getting anything extra?" His question threw you off-guard, your expression told him everything he needed. "For all the overtime you're doing."

"Oh! N-no, I... usually don't get anything for it." You admitted sheepishly, Mark sighed and glanced away. "Seriously...?"

An awkward guilt hung on your shoulders again, you glanced down at the cutesy cup topped off with some tea, bringing it to your lips though you quickly winced at the bland bitterness. Mark held back a coo at your adorable reaction, opening the equally cute sugar container to pick up to sugar cubes for you. "You never like your tea or coffee without too much sugar, huh?"

A friendly jab, you hoped you were on his good side today... maybe you should ask.

"Hey, Grayson?" You looked up from the dissolving sugar. "Have you ever had a dream where you... died?" He tilted his head curiously, humming in thought.

"Like, where you're in danger? Near-death situations?" You shook your head, sitting up. "No, like where you actually die. Like, get killed?"

Nothing came to mind as he thought of his dreams, one did invoke a smile, one that said that he knew he shouldn't be smiling "No, usually I do the killing in my dreams."

You let out an uncomfortable laugh, his smile was lovely but paired with his words. "Yeah, haha..! That sounds like you..!"

A small quiet fell over your table, his palm came down onto the table with a sigh. "What's that supposed to mean?" You grew quiet, unable to respond, so much for friendly jabs.

"... Hey, how long have we been together?" Mark asked as he glanced away, dread loomed over you like a wave of cold water. How long HAS it been? You've been together so long you completely forgot.

"Hmm..! How long?" You tried to playfully shoot it back to him, as if it was a rhetorical question, he looked at you with a sigh. "I'm asking YOU."

Yikes, no use beating around the bush. You were glad he chose to continue. "It's just that... Mom's been calling me a lot lately asking how we're doing."

The memory of his mother came to mind, a no-nonsense woman. "Oooh..." You hummed, Mark elaborated. "She's just worried about me, she knows my job keeps me busy."

You had a feeling you weren't going to like where this conversation was going. Mark looked away nervously, you could see a red dust his cheeks. "I know things are easy right now and it's more comfortable to keep them this way, but..."

"W-well y'know what they say, Simple is best! Right...?" It was a weak argument but he couldn't retort, things were easy, not complicated. "I suppose you're right..."

You didn't miss that tone in his voice, one that learned for more.

. . .

"Sounds to me like he finally wants to tie the knot with you." Your friend responded after you relayed the events of your date to her, a tired groan escaped you. "You think so, too?"

She scoffed as she held her drink up to her lips. The booth you sat at in the bar you frequented offered little but enough privacy. "What else could it mean? Asking how long you're together, mentioning his mom? I can never imagine you as a married woman."

You shook your head, baffled. "No! No, it's not official yet. I love him, but I feel like... running into a marriage together? Everything feels... comfortable, right now."

"Does it though?" She coaxed the truth out of you, you looked away in guilt. "That's how he phrased it too."

You took a small sip from your cup. This went down easier than the bitter tea. "He's always been... the goody-two shoes type, I thought he worried more about the people around him to care about things like... marriage."

"You honestly thought he'd stay like that forever?" You almost groaned, this wasn't a good look for you. "That's not that I mean! You're one to talk for a single girl."

"I'm still looking for my soulmate, and if I never find them? I never get married, easy." She shrugged. You wished you were as clear on your intentions as she was.

The conversation died as you both drank in silence, almost painfully so. She decided to drop another uncomfortable conversation, though bound to be more interesting than your boyfriend dropping hints. "... did you hear about Olivia? She's dead."

Your eyes went wide as you recalled her, nice girl, you barely knew her but you knew she had issues with her husband. "THAT Olivia?! When..?!"

"Yeah, 'just got out of a divorce' Olivia. Apparently her mom found her dead in bed this morning." Your heart plummeted to your stomach, the two of you glanced at the TV that recounted the mystery death that happened this morning. "... shit, that was her?"

You thought life would start looking up for her after finally divorcing her husband, you're not sure but you heard rumors of an affair. You're not exactly in the best position to judge, you have your own boyfriend to worry about.

Your friend left you to your own thoughts citing she had work early, as if sitting alone in a busy bar in a booth wasn't pathetic as is, you were too preoccupied with your conversation earlier today with Mark.

"How long have we been together?"

You texted back and forth with him after getting a moment to yourself. Although they were more hints, he saw some friends today and you could practically hear the wistful sigh as he recounted how they had golden or silver bands around their fingers, some of them were expecting children or already had children. And a scolding telling you to get home soon from the bar, he knew you too well. Scarily well.

He was a sweet guy, a great lover... but were you ready for this? You changed jobs, he was so focused on his, and you were happy to have a moment of solace with him (a date or two, the check-in texts, the times he came over...).

You lowered your glass, feeling someone approach you. You weren't expecting any of your friends to come, and you hadn't invited Mark to come either.

"Hi, you mind if I sit here?" You look up, blinking tiredly.

He was tall, smiling down at you with soft blue eyes. You saw hints of dimples framing those pretty lips. Jet black hair that fell just right, unlike your boyfriend's usual neat styling. You couldn't tell if this guy had a tan or if the warm lighting of the bar made him seem more inviting. He was muscular. The tight black shirt let you know that he was angular as well- How can a man have a better waist than most women you've met?

There's no harm in the company. It's not like you were busy.

. . .

"Shouldn't you be happy if you two are together? Marriage is just tradition. It's like a relationship with extra paperwork and bland jewellery." The man swivelled the ice in his cup as he responded to your worries. You were glad someone understood. "It's less daunting, better to be free, right?"

You were surprised he understood your viewpoint. "Odd, most men are in a rush to 'claim' their women with a ring on her finger, all they can think about is marriage. But..." You lowered your cup, he looked like he enjoyed having your eyes on him too much.

"There's men like you out there, who would've thought?"

"C'mon, I'm not that weird, am I?" He leaned forward on his arms, flexing slightly under the movement. "I'm not so insecure that I need to wife up whoever I'm with to make sure she's mine."

"I'll keep that in mind." Your hands grew busy as you tugged out a box of cigarettes, a shameful habit, but how shameful can it be when you're in a bar full of people who definitely had responsibilities they were avoiding?

You almost dropping the later and the cigarette from between your lips when he suddenly appeared next to you. "Thank goodness, we're the same."

The mystery man paid no attention to your body staggering back from his sudden appearance, picking up his glass and finally drinking down the entire beverage in one go, taking his time and allowing your eyes to rake over him in an alcohol-infused haze, he looked too... ethereal, was he really a man? He lowered his glass, the ice clinking together as he let out a satisfied sigh.

You were staring, you should look away. He made eye contact with your staring, you should REALLY look away.

"What is it?" Fuck.

"Nothing— I'm just... spacing out." You quickly glanced away, he didn't like that.

His elbow that helped his hand prop up his cheek shuffled closer as he moved near you, landing on your drink's coaster- it slipped right out from underneath and dragged him smackdab against you.

Your hands instinctively went up to hold him up, one around his shoulder and the other on his chest, the man let out a small laugh. "Thanks.. you're so sweet."

What were you doing? "Hey, uh- I gotta go, I have work early tomorrow—?!" Your hand that was supposed to be off his chest by now was trapped underneath his, his hand held yours closely to his chest, you can feel the contours of his muscles.

"I really have to get home now and... I.. had fun talking to you—" your breath hitched as he guided your hand down his firm chest. You could feel his defined form over the cloth, his hand pressing yours closely to his body

"You must like what you see." His voice was low, only for you to hear. You quickly retorted. "I'm not staring!"

"You're a bad liar..." his free hand came up to guide your chin to look at him, those lips you noticed the moment he approached you closing in to yours, you were dumbfounded as he pressed his lips to yours, it would've been innocent, but you know both of you shouldn't be here right now.

The cigarette quivered in your hand, he parted from you, licking his lips. ".. you taste like smoke, not that I mind..."

You prayed your string of nightmares had ended and this was just some guilty pleasure dream.

. . .

This was a nightmare, nightmare after nightmare. Your head hurts from the alcohol, the late night... God, what time was it?

As you sat up, you realised your pillows and sheets felt way too heavy. Arms were locked around you, warm skin pressed to your own... did you invite Mark over last night?

Those familiar lips, that black hair that was tousled perfectly. This wasn't Mark. Sitting up, panic rattled your entire being as you registered who this was; the mystery man from yesterday. Naked. In your bed. In your apartment. You slept with someone who isn't your boyfriend. You got shitfaced drunk and cheated. This isn't good.

"Mmh..? What isn't good?" You hadn't realised you were mumbling to yourself and that he was awake. A stutter spilt out of your mouth as you tried to recover. "Y'know! This..? Er, hooking up...? After we just met..?"

The mystery guy hummed as he was lying on your pillows like he belonged there. "... is this gonna be a problem then?"

Your mind rattled for any excuse, you two were just drunk. Drunk and lonely. This was a mistake. You just needed to clear things up with this guy first—

"Woah- hey! hey...!" You gasped as he sat up to straddle your waist. He was being too playful. Can he not see the distress on your features..?

"... last night was really fun," he started with a smile. "But.. don't get the wrong idea about me, OK? ... I came here because I like you."

You couldn't respond, how do you respond? He practically had hearts in his eyes as he looked down at you, it didn't help that you could feel everything— and you mean everything — pressing against you.

"L-Look, this is my first time doing something lol this— a-and you're great, really..! You're..." You heaved as he hung on every word, biting his bottom lip. "Just... not what I'm used to and... god- what do I even say...?!"

"Not what you're used to...?" He chuckled, his finger tracing shapes at your collarbone. "So... would you say this is love at first sight?"

He didn't wait for a response as he leaned closer to press his lips to your neck, a whimper escaping you, you brought your hands up to his shoulders to attempt to remove him, jolting when he did it for you and sat up quickly.

"Wait! You said you have to go to work, right?!" Jeez, where did this ethic come from? He quickly removed himself from you to get dressed. You sat up with a lot of hesitation as you watched him hurry, still retaining some sense of grace as he moved about. "I have to go, I have a whole meeting thing at work and my boss, he uh.. he'll get really mad at me if I'm late!"

He pouted as he adjusted his hair in your mirror, looking at you through the reflection. "I guess that'll have to wait until next time, huh? See you soon!"

"Wait! I'm actually—" the door slammed shut as he left, your explanation that you're already dating someone left unattended.

This is bad, this is really bad.

[valeisaslut]

⭒࿐COLLIDE - c. two

credits for the fanart: nramvv - edited by me

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⚢ pairing: Rockstar!Ellie Williams x Popstar!Reader 𖥔 ݁ ˖

⭒ synopsis: One TMZ headline later, and the internet is in a full-blown meltdown. You should’ve known that sneaking out of Ellie Williams’ hotel at sunrise was a disaster waiting to happen. Now the whole world thinks you and Ellie are dating, and there’s only one way out—lean into the chaos. A fake relationship was never part of the plan, but if anyone can pull it of, it’s the two of you… right? 𖥔 ݁ ˖

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⭒ content: unserious and chaotic as HELL lmao, fake dating, mostly dialogue, memes and brainrot stuff, LOTS of cursing, pet names, fluff if you squint, use of y/n, modern au, smoking weed, mention of cigarettes, alcohol and drugs, afab!reader, multiple part series, likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated 𖥔 ݁ ˖

TMZ EXCLUSIVE: Y/N’s MYSTERIOUS WALK OF SHAME… STRAIGHT OUT OF ELLIE WILLIAMS’ HOTEL? 👀🔥

Los Angeles, CA – Buckle up, internet, because today’s tea is so hot it might spontaneously combust. Early this morning, global pop sensation y/n was spotted making a very interesting exit from The Four Seasons—an exit that screamed, “I made some choices, and I’ll be dealing with the consequences (happily) later.”

Let’s paint the picture: baggy jeans (very much not hers), an oversized tee (suspiciously familiar), last-night heels, and, most importantly, the kind of walk that suggests she just lived through an... experience.🔥

VIDEO ATTACHED: y/n stepping out of The Four Seasons with the posture of someone who just discovered new life-altering truths about herself.

And now, the cherry on top? The hotel in question just happens to be the same one where rock’s reigning heartbreaker and The Fireflies' frontwoman, Ellie Williams, has been staying during the band's sold-out tour.

Yeah. Let THAT sink in.

THE NIGHT BEFORE: PURE CHAOS

Last night, the musicians were first spotted together at a private club in West Hollywood, and the energy? Dangerous. We’re talking intense eye contact, whispered words, and a proximity that had no business being that close. 👀

Sources inside the club (who, let’s be real, were probably staring way too hard) claim the two were “all over each other the entire night.” And then, like clockwork—both gone. Together.😏

PICTURE ATTACHED: y/n and Ellie at the bar, drinks in hand, leaning in so close they might as well be sharing oxygen.

Fast-forward a few hours, and one of them is leaving a luxury hotel in borrowed clothes, while the other is nowhere to be seen. Hm...

THE INTERNET: INSTANTLY UNHINGED

It’s not every day that the two of the most famous artists on the planet accidentally break the internet with a single walk of shame. It took exactly 0.2 seconds for Twitter—sorry, X—to collectively lose its mind. #YNxEllie shot to the top of the trending list faster than lighting, and the reactions? Pure, unfiltered, internet gold.

Some fans are calling it the rock-pop crossover event of the decade. Others are in full denial, muttering “it’s just a one-time thing” like a prayer (lol, sure). And then there’s the fanfic writers, who are already on their second chapter about this very moment.

Meanwhile, our two leads? Radio. Silence.

No wry Instagram stories. No cryptic tweets. No emergency PR statements. Just Ellie, cool as ever, casually liking a meme about getting your clothes stolen from “the girl you spent all night ruining.” 😭🙃

SO, WHAT HAPPENS NOW?

We wait. Impatiently.

Is this just an iconic but questionable decision? Will y/n post a cryptic thirst trap in retaliation? Will Ellie respond with an even more cryptic Instagram story? Or are we witnessing the birth of music’s next power couple?

One thing’s for sure—this is a story we’ll be watching very closely.

Stay tuned. 😏🔥

What do YOU think? Drop your theories in the comments below! ⬇️🔥

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@: this isn’t just a hookup. this is the lesbians Super Bowl. 

@: tears in my eyes. full body worship. standing ovulation. whatever it’s called.

@: “mysterious walk of shame” NAH SHE CLOCKED IN, DID OVERTIME, AND LEFT WITH A RAISE 💀

@: not her texting the driver like “can’t feel my legs send help” 😭 icon.

@: someone check on the poor girl ellie this wasn’t a leave her paralyzed challenge

@: THE SECOND PIC. YALL. THEY LOOK SO GODDAMN FINE I’M CHEWING DRYWALL AND DRINKING THE DUST 😩

@: i need them to either hard launch or drop a sex tape at this point because my soul is restless

@: this is the most lesbian thing I’ve ever seen and I was THERE for korrasami and caitvi.

@: i just KNOW Ellie’s strap game goes absolutely feral and that walk was all the proof I needed #cravethat #scientificallyproven

@: pop mother got her back blown OUT

@: #elliehititrawandnowshestrending

@: they are either deeply in love or just HORRENDOUS at sneaky links. either way, I win.

@: tmz trynna act like we don’t instantly recognize Ellie’s entire wardrobe on her lmao

@: she defo picked those on purpose and you can't convince me otherwiseeee

@: the way we all clocked those clothes immediately like homegirl has worn that same fit 67 times this year and counting

@: Ellie dresses like a divorced dad at Home Depot but somehow y/n wearing her clothes is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen

@: one-night thing my ass. drop the collab album. drop the wedding invites. drop the baby name.

@: I have no idea what's going on but I support them!

The studio is cold. Too cold.

You lean against the massive soundboard, eyes heavy with exhaustion as the producer fine-tunes the levels on your latest track. The bass hums through the speakers, deep and rhythmic.

You got home, showered, and walked into the studio like nothing happened. Like you weren’t still replaying everything in your head—the heat of her hands, the weight of her body, the way she— Nope. Not going there.

The only thing keeping you upright is sheer force of will and the coffee clutched in your hands, now lukewarm but still packing enough caffeine to keep your legs from betraying you in front of the expensive equipment.

But something feels off.

Nobody is looking at you.

Nobody is saying anything.

The thing is, your team is never quiet. They talk about everything—schedules, brand deals, what the fuck you’re eating for lunch—but today? Nothing. Just silence.

Not a single offhand comment. No teasing about the all-nighter you clearly pulled. Not even a glance in your direction.

Your producer is laser-focused on the track, nodding along like it holds the meaning of life. Your sound editor keeps his eyes glued to the screen, like looking anywhere else might kill him. And your assistant—sweet, terrible liar that she is—won’t stop sneaking glances at her phone, then at you, then at her phone again, like she’s watching a train wreck in real time and trying to figure out when to break the news that you’re the train.

Slowly, you set your coffee down, reach for your own phone, and unlock it, already feeling the creeping dread claw up your spine.

The second your screen lights up, it’s over. Notifications flood in. X. Instagram. Texts. Group chats blowing up like a damn stock market crash. Millions of mentions. Your name trending in bold, blaring letters.

And then you see it.

TMZ EXCLUSIVE: Y/N'S MYSTERIOUS WALK OF SHAME… STRAIGHT OUT OF ELLIE WILLIAMS’ HOTEL? 👀🔥

You suck in a breath—a sharp, audible gasp that cuts through the eerie silence.

Your assistant makes a tiny, distressed sound. Your producer visibly flinches, finally daring to glance at you. Your sound editor—wise, blessedly silent—just pauses the track.

Your fingers move faster than your brain, scrolling in blind panic. Pictures. Too many fucking pictures.

The first one is a grainy, low-lit shot of you and Ellie at the bar—bodies too close, drinks in hand, faces inches apart. The kind of tension that crackles even through a shitty phone camera. The next? A ruthless side-by-side comparison of Ellie’s Instagram post from last week. Same shirt. Same jeans. The exact ones you walked out wearing.

And then—because the universe is a cruel, twisted place—the final nail in the coffin.

A video.

Of you.

Sneaking out of her hotel.

You hit play, and instantly regret every life choice that led you there. Because why the fuck were you walking like that?!

Not just suspicious. Not just guilty. But the kind of unsteady, post-life-changing-experience walk that has the entire internet foaming at the mouth, legs barely cooperating like you just left the scene of a particularly intense crime.

Your soul exits your body, ascends to the ceiling, and refuses to come back down.

Your phone starts ringing. And you already know who it is. For a brief, fleeting moment, you consider launching the damn thing across the room.

Because of course it’s Rachel.

Your manager and professional-life mastermind. The woman who negotiates your million-dollar deals before breakfast. And, apparently, the bane of your existence right now.

You push through the studio doors without explaining a damn thing, the cool air outside hitting your face like a slap. Your head is pounding, fingers digging into your temples like you can physically massage the embarrassment out of your skull.

Your phone still vibrates in your hand. You don’t even have time to brace yourself before answering. The second you do, her voice explodes through the speaker.

“OH. MY. GOD.”

You flinch, yanking the phone away from your ear like it might physically protect you. It doesn’t. She’s still yelling, still fully spiraling, and honestly? She has every right to. Because you’re trending. Hard.

And not for your music.

“Before you say anything—”

“ARE YOU SEEING THIS? My phone has been BLOWING UP since 6 AM. Do you understand what you’ve done?!”

You sigh, shifting uncomfortably. Here we fucking go.

“Rachel, I’m so fucking sorry, I never meant for that to happen I didn’t know there were paparazzi outside the hotel! I—”

“THIS IS PERFECT.”

“—know I fucked up”

You pause mid-spiral. Blink. “...Wait, what?”

“You heard me! This is GOLD. This is EVERYTHING. Your fans are losing their minds, the internet is eating this up, and you know what that means?”

“…That I need to delete my existence?”

“That this is going to take both of your careers to the next level.”

Your head is spinning. “Whoa—slow down. The fuck you mean?”

Rachel lets out an exaggerated sigh, like she’s explaining shapes to a toddler. “You need to be interesting. She needs damage control. You both need the press for the upcoming albums. This relationship is everything you need.”

“Relationship?” You nearly choke. “Rachel, we just hooked up. It was a one-time thing, nothing else.”

“Oh... just a one-time thing?”

“Yes!”

“Okay.”

She says it so casually you instantly know she’s about to ruin your life.

“Then fake it.”

“WHAT?”

Your soul leaves your body. Again.

“A fake relationship!” She repeats, like it’s the most normal suggestion in the world.

“Oh my god. No. NO. That’s—that’s fucking stupid!"

“Oh, come on, girl.” Rachel groans. “You would be shocked to know how many celebrity couples are fake. Like, 90% of them, and people still eat that shit up like it’s their job. It’s the most effective PR stunt in the history of PR stunts.”

“I don't care! Even if it’s fake, I don’t wanna be in a relationship with her!”

Rachel, clearly unimpressed “Be so fucking for real right now.”

“Listen” she continues, slipping into full Hollywood mastermind mode. “It’s the perfect rockstar-popstar trope that people are gonna LOVE. Some staged dates, some Instagram stories, show up to a few award shows together, write some songs about her for the album—blah, blah, blah. Then, when you both get what you want, you drop a statement about breaking up on good terms because of ‘busy schedules’ or ‘long distance’ or whatever. Boom. Done. Headlines. History.”

You exhale sharply, dragging a hand down your face, but you can already feel her words getting to you.

“Okay…that does sound kinda iconic...”

You hear her scream.

“BUT” You snap. “I seriously doubt she’s gonna be on board.”

“She has to be. That girl needs to clean up her image immediately. If she wants to keep her career afloat, she needs to say yes." Rachel doesn’t miss a beat. "Honestly, it even benefits her more than it benefits you.”

You press the phone tighter against your ear, your free hand rubbing over your face over and over again as if that’ll somehow erase this chaos unfolding in real-time.

But honestly?

What could go wrong?

So you exhale sharply again.

“Fine, fine. We’ll… debate it.”

“PERFECT! Tell me how it goes!”

There’s a short pause, just long enough for you to think—maybe—this conversation is about to take a serious turn.

And then—

“…So, how was she in bed?”

You nearly drop your phone. “RACHEL.”

“What?! It’s a valid question! I mean, I saw the walk.” A beat. Then, way too smugly “People are even making edits of your limp.”

Okay.

This is officially the worst day of your life.

“We are NOT doing this.”

“Oh, we are ABSOLUTELY doing this.”

You groan, squeezing your eyes shut. There's no escaping this.

“Was it life-changing or life-threatening? Did she break your back or fix your scoliosis?” 

You stare up at the sky, silently begging for divine intervention. None comes. So, with the weight of someone who has lost everything, you exhale.

“…she made me see fucking Jesus.”

Silence. A beat.

Rachel screams so loud you nearly throw your phone at the window.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT.”

“HANGING UP NOW.”

“NO WAIT!—DID SHE—”

“BYE.”

You slam the End Call button so fast it’s a miracle your screen doesn’t crack.

Blissful, beautiful silence.

For exactly three seconds.

Buzz.

Rachel: COME BACK WE ARE NOT DONE.

Buzz.

Rachel: do I schedule a chiropractor or a priest? 😭

You turn your phone off. Permanently.

It was late, the kind of night where the city hummed low in the background, neon signs bleeding color into the streets.

And Ellie Williams was trying to have a normal band practice.

Trying.

But it was pretty fucking hard when Jesse and Dina were staring at her like she’d just announced she was quitting music to become a full-time televangelist.

She adjusted the strap of her guitar, already irritated. “Can you guys, I don’t know, say something instead of fucking looking at me like that?”

“Oh, we’re just waiting...” Jesse said as he leaned against the drum set, taking a slow drag of his cigarette and grinning like the absolute menace he was.

Dina, perched on an amp, smirked. “Yeah. Just giving you a chance to come clean before we bring out the receipts.”

Ellie scoffed, trying to play it cool. “What receipts?”

Dina wiggled her phone in the air, smirk widening. “Seems like you’ve been very busy, rockstar.”

She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “The fuck are you both talking about!?”

Jesse and Dina exchanged the look. The kind that made Ellie’s patience thin by the second.

Jesse sighed dramatically, putting out his cigarette on the plato like he was about to drop the biggest bombshell of the century. “Alright, since you’re playing dumb—”

He pulled out his phone with the enthusiasm of a man whose sole purpose in life was witnessing Ellie’s downfall. 

“Lemme just read the best part real quick—” And clearing his throat like he was about to give a Shakespearean performance:

“‘Global superstar y/n was spotted leaving Ellie Williams’s hotel early this morning after a rumored all-night rendezvous. Fans immediately noticed the pop star's unusually relaxed wardrobe choice—’”

Dina whistled. “‘—baggy jeans and an oversized tee, both belonging to a certain someone who was seen wearing them just last week—’”

Jesse shook his head, flipping his phone around. “Nah, this is crazy. This is some Oscar-worthy shit.”

Ellie groaned the second she saw the TMZ photo—you stepping out of the hotel in her clothes. And then there was her, leaving an hour later, hoodie up like it could shield her from literally everyone, rubbing the back of her neck like some dumbass who just realized they fucked up in a romcom.

She looked guilty as hell.

He zoomed in on her face, laughing. “Yo, you look like you just realized you caught feelings.”

Dina snorted, scrolling through her phone. “Oh, they are EATING this shit up. Listen to this” —dramatic inhale— “‘They are either deeply in love or just horrendous at sneaky links. Either way, I win.’”

Jesse howled. “‘Someone check on the poor girl—Ellie, this wasn’t a ‘leave her paralyzed’ challenge.’”

Ellie groaned. “You guys—”

“OH MY GOD.” Dina gasped. “SOMEONE JUST MADE A SIDE-BY-SIDE.”

Jesse leaned in. “Caption?”

“‘WHAT IN THE SCISSOR OLYMPICS. GOLD MEDAL PERFORMANCE.”

He collapsed against the drum set, howling even harder. “Nah, this is crazy. You really let her walk outta there like that?! You KNEW what you did. You knew EXACTLY what you were doing.”

Ellie covered her face with her hands. “I hate it here.”

Jesse was thriving, nearly bouncing on his feet like a kid on Christmas morning. “Dude. You bagged y/n. Like, THE Y/N. Pop princess herself. That fine-ass woman writes songs so good they make people crash their cars.”

Dina nodded solemnly. “I crashed twice to ‘Stay.’”

Ellie shot her a look. “First of all, you shouldn’t have a license.” Then at Jesse “Second, can you fucking NOT? We just hooked up. That’s it.”

He just snorted. “Yeah? Tell that to the 40 million people who liked the tweets about it.”

Ellie groaned so loud it could’ve been mistaken for a death rattle. “This is so fucking bad.”

Jesse ignored her, grinning like an absolute menace. “Like, do you even understand the cultural impact of what you’ve done? This is like—” He gestured wildly. “—punk rock meets Billboard Hot 100 hookup of the century!”

Dina smirked. “And judging by the way she was walking? You bodied that shit.”

Ellie scowled. “She was wearing heels all night!”

Dina arched a brow. “So were you gonna say that, or are you just making that up now?”

Ellie opened her mouth. Closed it. Dragged a hand down her face.

Jesse cackled. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

She was this close to walking out.

Then, like a gift from hell, her phone started buzzing.

Your name flashed across the screen. Gasps.

Ellie panicked, immediately shoving it in her pocket.

Dina’s jaw dropped. “Did you just—DECLINE Y/N?! Are you fucking STUPID?!”

Jesse shook his head, dead serious. “No, no. Let her cook. Maybe she’s playing hard to get.”

Ellie groaned, yanking her jacket off the chair and making her way to the door. “Practice over. I hope both of you trip over a flight of stairs and eat shit all the way down.”

“Aw, so sweet of you!” Dina beamed. “We’re gonna start picking baby names as soon as you leave.”

Ellie didn’t even look back—just flipped them off on her way out like a parting gift.

The door slammed shut loudly.

A beat of silence.

Then, muffled through the wall—

“AND JESSE STOP SAYING LET HER COOK THE MEME DIED MONTHS AGO.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP NO IT DIDN’T!”

Ellie had barely stepped out of the studio, muttering “Fucking kill me” before calling you back. As soon as you answered, she was quick to be the first one to talk.

“Before you say anything—this is not my fault.”

Your voice came through immediately. 

“Ellie.”

Tone flat. Dead serious.

She hesitated. “…Yeah?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Ellie stopped dead in her tracks. Like, full-body malfunction.

Her entire fucking life flashed before her eyes. Marriage. A house. A tiny baby wrapped in a flannel onesie. Joel crying at the babyshower. Dina and Jesse as the weirdly invested godparents.

Silence.

Then—

“Oh, fuck off!”

You howled with laughter. “Not even a little panic? All I got was a one-second existential crisis?”

“Dude. Biology exists.”

Though, if she was being honest, you had her for a solid half-second. She could already hear Joel clearing his throat, preparing for his father-of-the-bride speech, could already see Jesse and Dina clicking through a PowerPoint titled "Ellie Williams: Accidentally Domesticated—A case study."

You scoffed “See, this is why you’re no fun.”

“This is why you're deranged.”

“You love it.”

“No. You need therapy.”

“I have therapy. On Thursdays. Shoutout to Linda.”

Ellie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Did you actually need something, or was this just a drive-by psychological attack?”

“Oh, you know. Just the minor issue that the entire fucking internet thinks we’re dating?”

Ellie groaned, unlocking her car with a beep. “Technically, we could just ignore it—”

“Ellie.”

“…Yeah, yeah. What’s the damage?”

“Well” you started, voice syrupy sweet, “Not only do I look like I did the world’s sluttiest walk of shame, but people also figured out those were your clothes. And, fun fact! They say you dress like a divorced dad from Home Depot.”

“Yeah, I saw.”

“No, I don’t think you understand the severity of it.” Your voice got increasingly dramatic. “People have shipping spreadsheets. They have theories. Someone made a Google doc analyzing our astrology compatibility. Ellie, we are trending #1 WORLDWIDE.”

Ellie ran a hand down her face. “This is so fucking stupid.”

“Someone said—direct quote— that this is ‘the lesbian's Super Bowl.' ”

She paused. “That one might be true tho.”

“Oh, cut the bullshit.”

Ellie grinned, leaning back. “Alright, so what’s the move? Damage control?”

A pause. 

“Well…” you said, voice a little too careful, “my manager thinks we should… lean into it.”

Ellie’s eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”

Another pause.

Then, your voice, even softer now. “Can we… talk in person?”

Ellie immediately clocked the hesitation. “Why do I feel like I’m 'bout to get scammed?”

“You’re not! I just… I’d rather explain in person.”

She exhaled, running a hand through her hair. “…Fine. Where?”

“My place.”

Ellie frowned. “Why yours?”

“Because there’s paparazzi crammed outside the Four Seasons, dumbass.”

…Fair.

She exhaled. “…Yeah. Alright.”

“Cool. I’ll send you the address.”

A beat. Then—

“…Wait” Ellie muttered. “How the fuck did you get my number?”

Silence.

“…Contacts.”

Ellie’s brows furrowed. “What does that mean? Who—”

“Doesn’t matter.” you cut in, then cleared your throat. “Anyway. Can you, uh… give me my dress back? It was custom.”

“Yeah, about that…”

“…Ellie.”

“It might still be on the floor.”

A sharp inhale. “You little shit.”

Ellie smirked as she pulled out of the parking lot.

“On my way, pop star.”

Ellie had barely knocked twice before the door swung open.

And there you were.

Standing in the dim light of your penthouse, arms crossed, drowning in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Your hair was slightly messy, like you’d been curled up somewhere before she got here, and your skin glowed just right under the soft, golden hue of your apartment lights.

“Hey”

“Hey”

She exhaled, stepping inside as you shut the door behind her. She barely had time to take in the space before she realized—this was money.

The penthouse stretched wide, the kind of design meant to make people feel small. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city skyline, headlights cutting through the night far below. The furniture was sleek, modern—gray couches, glass tables, designer pieces that looked both expensive and comfortable. A grand piano sat near the window, it's lid closed and a guitar leaning against it, used enough to make Ellie smirk.

But it was the small things that caught her eye. A candle burning low on the counter. A glass of wine next to a notebook cracked open on the coffee table, filled with lyrics. Scribbled, messy. Some lines scratched out, others rewritten in the margins.

“Jesus” she muttered, shoving her hands into her pockets. “Could’ve warned me I was walking into a fucking palace.”

“Says the millionaire.”

Her eyes flicked to you—leaning against the counter, arms crossed, mouth twitching like you were amused by her reaction.

She huffed.

“So.”

“So.”

The silence stretched, just a little too thick. A weight neither of you wanted to touch.

Then, finally, you exhaled.

“My manager thinks we should fake date.”

Ellie snorted “Yeah, no shit.”

“She says it’ll be good for both of us.”

She hummed, sauntering over to the couch before sinking into it like she owned the place. Her legs spread wide, hands rubbing over her jeans, shoulders sinking into the cushions. She looked up at you, unreadable.

“And? You wanna do it?”

You hesitated. “I don’t know.”  Your fingers tapped against the counter, your teeth dragged over your bottom lip. You looked… conflicted. “It’s just—ugh. The thought of staging something like this is so gross.”

You exhaled, tilting your head back. “Pretending to be into you in public? It just feels—”

A beat.

Ellie raised an eyebrow.

You hesitated.

And there it was. The shift.

“Pretending?” she repeated slowly.

You scowled. “You know what I mean.”

Ellie tilted her head, gaze flicking downward—brief, barely there—before dragging right back up like she knew exactly what she was doing. 

“Do I?”

Your skin flushed, irritation prickling down your spine. She was too comfortable—slouched on your couch like it was hers, fingers drumming against her knee, wearing that look. That lazy, lopsided smirk that made your stomach clench and your heart do backflips.

You muttered. "Cut the bullshit."

Ellie watched you, green eyes sharp, the corner of her mouth curling like she already knew what you were thinking—like she could see straight through you. And maybe she could.

That was the problem.

Because this wasn’t just some business deal, some harmless PR stunt. 

This was Ellie fucking Williams. 

A menace. A woman who flirted like it was her second nature. Who carried herself with the kind of reckless confidence that made people love her and hate her in the same breath. She was sharp, fast-mouthed, and annoyingly charming when she wanted to be. She kissed like she had something to prove and fucked like she knew she was amazing at it. 

She was the kind that didn’t just leave bruises—that left marks.

And now, you are supposed to pretend to be hers. In public. In pictures. In interviews. She’d make it look effortless, like every lingering touch and stolen glance meant everything.

Meanwhile, you’d have to grit your teeth and pretend she wasn’t already under your skin—pretend you don’t know exactly how this will end.

Ellie’s voice pulled you back.

“We can set rules.”

You blinked, exhaling sharply. “Rules?”

She nodded, resting her elbows on her knees. “Yeah. Lines we don’t cross. Shit we don’t do. Make it easier.”

You considered that. It did make sense. Setting boundaries meant this wouldn’t spiral into a complete disaster—just a controlled one.

“…Fine.”

Ellie grinned, tilting her head. “Great. Rule number one—no catching feelings.”

You scoffed, pushing off the counter and taking a sip of your wine. “Oh, trust me, Williams, that was never a problem.”

What a goddamn lie.

Ellie chuckled, dragging a hand over her jaw before settling back into the couch. She watched you a second too long, eyes flicking over you like she was deciding whether to call you on your bullshit. That fucking grin still lingered—lazy, amused. 

She was enjoying this.

You exhaled slowly, setting your wine glass down with a quiet clink. “I got my own rules.”

“Let’s hear ‘em.”

You leveled her with a look. “No strings attached.”

Ellie blinked, then snorted. “Starting off strong.”

“I’m serious,” you said, arms crossing. “No getting weird about anything. We do what we have to do in public, but behind closed doors, it’s our business. No jealousy, no possessiveness.”

Ellie tilted her head, her smirk growing. “So basically, we can do whatever we want?”

You hesitated.

A fraction of a second too long.

Then nodded. “Yeah.”

There was a shift in the air. Subtle, almost imperceptible, but there. Ellie’s eyes dragged over you—slow, measured, her expression unreadable.

“…Can we still fuck, though?”

Your face didn’t waver, but your stomach clenched, a tiny, unwelcome knot forming deep in your gut.

“Yeah. But it doesn’t mean anything.”

The words landed firm, like a line drawn in the sand, but even as you said them, they felt a little off. Like something rehearsed, something you were trying a little too hard to believe.

Ellie let out a low chuckle, shaking her head. “Jesus, babe. You’re ruthless.”

“You got a problem with that?”

“Not even a little.” She stretched out, arms draping over the back of the couch, looking maddeningly at ease. “Just didn’t expect you to be the one setting that rule.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, because deep down, you weren’t sure what would piss you off more—her calling you out on your bullshit, or the fact that she might actually be right.

Ellie hummed. “Fine. No strings attached. What else?”

You rubbed your temple, thinking. “Public stuff needs to be controlled. If we’re going to be seen together, it needs to be intentional.”

Ellie nodded. “So, no sneaky paparazzi pics of us at, like, McDonald’s?”

“Exactly.”

“There goes my dream of getting papped in the drive-thru with you.”

You ignored that. “Next—if one of us wants out, we end it. No bullshit.”

Ellie’s smirk softened slightly. “Fair enough.”

The mood had shifted—just a fraction. You weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a warning sign, but at least your shoulders didn’t feel as tight anymore.

You reached for your wine again. “We also need a reason.”

Ellie raised an eyebrow.

“For why we’re suddenly together,” you clarified.

She considered it for a moment, then shrugged. “Easy. We met through mutual friends, started talking, made it official recently.”

You nodded. “Good. Vague, but believable.”

Then Ellie grinned. “So when’s our anniversary?”

“I’m breaking up with you already.”

Ellie threw her head back, laughing. “Damn. Cold as hell.”

You just smirked, watching the wine swirl in your glass, but the humor faded when Ellie leaned forward slightly, her gaze a little sharper now.

“So, just to recap,” she said, voice steady. “No feelings. No jealousy. We can fuck, but it doesn't mean anything. And if one of us wants out, we’re out.”

“…Yeah.” You swallowed, the weight of it settling between you both. “...Are you actually okay with this?”

Ellie leaned back into the couch, dragging a hand over her jaw.

Was she?

She’d done PR stunts before—appearances, interviews, the occasional fake chemistry for cameras. But a fake relationship? That was a different level of commitment. A different level of risk.

At the same time… she wasn’t exactly in a position to say no. She needed something to get the media off her ass. Headlines about bar fights, reckless behavior, and being a bad influence were piling up like a rap sheet. A carefully controlled narrative—a shiny, clean distraction—might be the only thing that kept her from burning out entirely.

But then…

She looked at you.

Drop-dead gorgeous. Smart as hell. Sharp tongue. A little mean in a way that made people want to prove themselves.

And yeah, sure—this was fake. But Ellie wasn’t fucking stupid. Fake or not, this was the kind of shit that got under her skin, settled in deep and refused to leave.

She’d made plenty of bad decisions before, walked into things knowing exactly how they would end, knowing they’d chew her up and spit her out. That was the thing about trouble. It never felt like trouble in the moment. It started as a game, as a deal, as something simple—until one day, it wasn’t. Until it had its teeth in her, until she was in too deep to pretend she didn’t care.

And this?

This had all the makings of that kind of mistake.

But she still exhaled, still ran a hand through her hair, still met your eyes without hesitation.

“Yeah” She sighed “I’m in.”

“Alright,” you murmured, swirling the wine in your glass before taking a slow sip. Then, with a smirk just shy of reckless—

“This is officially the worst decision of our lives.”

Ellie leaned back like she had all the time in the world, legs spreading wider, her grin all sharp edges. “What you mean? This is already the most stable relationship I’ve ever had.”

You scoffed, reaching for your wine again. “That’s not exactly comforting.”

Ellie shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, babe. The bar is in hell.”

You closed your eyes for a second, exhaled, then took another long drink. “God help me.”

After a few minutes, Ellie reached into her jacket pocket, pulling out a pre-rolled blunt, twirling it lazily between her fingers. She glanced up at you, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

“You smoke?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

Ellie shrugged, biting the tip of the blunt. “What? It’s part of the rockstar lifestyle.”

You scoffed. “And I’m the popstar, so technically, I should be saying no.”

Ellie pulled out a lighter, flicking it open with a metallic click. “Live a little.”

You exhaled. “Fine. But if TMZ catches me high, I’m blaming you.”

Ellie grinned, bringing the lighter to the tip of the blunt, the paper curling as it burned. She took a slow, practiced drag, holding it deep in her lungs before exhaling smoothly, the smoke swirling toward the ceiling. Then she passed it to you.

You hesitated for a half-second before bringing it to your lips, inhaling. The burn was familiar, settling in your chest before you exhaled, watching the smoke dissipate into the dimly lit room.

Already, the tension from earlier—the ridiculous fake-dating rules, the push and pull of whatever this was—started to fade into something looser, easier.

Ellie watched you, her smirk deepening. “Damn. You’re not new to this.”

You took another hit before passing it back, lips quirking. “Told you. I just have a better PR team than you.”

Ellie chuckled, shaking her head as she took another drag.

Somehow, the conversation had spiraled.

You were both slumped against the couch, trading the last remnants of the blunt back and forth, locked in a heated debate over whether or not you’d survive a zombie apocalypse.

Ellie scoffed, waving a lazy hand. “C’mon, you wouldn’t last a week.”

“Excuse me?” You sat up, pointing at her. “I would absolutely outlive you.”

“You literally have, like, five personal assistants. You don’t even carry your own bags.”

“So? That doesn’t mean I can’t fight!”

Ellie raised an eyebrow, amused. “Alright. How would you kill a zombie?”

You blinked. “...Guns?”

Ellie groaned, shaking her head like you had just personally offended her. 

“What?!”

“You’d run out of ammo in, like, a week.”

You crossed your arms. “Okay, smartass. What’s your genius survival plan?”

“Baseball bat. Blunt force trauma. Reusable, no reload time.”

You wrinkled your nose. “That’s so gross.”

Ellie shrugged. “Yeah? So is dying.”

You huffed, sinking back into the couch. “I’m sure that if I were in a zombie apocalypse, I’d be the immune one.”

Ellie rolled her eyes, flicking the blunt towards the ashtray. “Oh, shut up. I'd be the immune one. And the main character.”

You huffed, dramatically flopping back against the couch, exhaling a long, exaggerated sigh. Ellie grinned, stretching her arms behind her head.

“All that contract negotiation made me hungry.”

You snorted, swirling the last sip of wine in your glass. “You literally agreed to everything in under five minutes.”

“Exactly,” Ellie sighed. “Exhausting.”

She pulled out her phone, scrolling. “What’s the most unserious meal we could possibly order right now?”

You barely had to think. “Taco Bell.”

Ellie’s face lit up. “God, I fucking love you.”

You shot her a dry look.

“Platonically. Obviously.”

You rolled your eyes, watching as she tapped aggressively on the app. “What do you want?”

“Crunchwrap Supreme, two Doritos Locos Tacos, and a Baja Blast.”

Ellie blinked. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“I take my Taco Bell order very seriously.”

Ellie hummed approvingly. “Respect.” She added your order to the already absurd amount of food in her cart and checked out.

By the time the Taco Bell arrived, you were both fully slumped into the couch, heavy-limbed and loose from the high. Ellie tossed the bag onto the coffee table with zero grace, nearly knocking over your very expensive candle.

“Jesus, be careful” you muttered, steadying it.

Ellie unwrapped her burrito with a crinkle of foil, smirking. “What, scared I’ll ruin your rich-person aesthetic?”

You leaned back, exhaling. “Yeah, actually. I have a brand to uphold.”

Ellie huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she took a bite. The two of you ate in a comfortable lull, the only sounds coming from the low hum of music playing from your speaker and the occasional rustle of food wrappers.

In that moment, you felt something you hadn’t felt with anyone in a long time—at ease. Because being with her was effortless.

No need to pose, fake a smile, or worry if your hair was in place. You could just exist. And there was something dangerously comfortable about that, something weirdly domestic. Like slipping into a rhythm you hadn’t even realized you’d been craving.

Ellie spoke suddenly, pulling you back, like the thought had just slipped out before she could decide if it was worth saying.

“So, why’d you start doing music?”

The question landed between you like a weight, unexpected and heavy.

You paused, mid-bite, blinking at her. She wasn’t even looking at you—just lazily pulling apart her quesadilla, like she hadn’t just cracked open something raw and unplanned.

You swallowed, shifting slightly. “I don’t know.”

A beat.

“It’s the only thing I was ever really good at.”

That got her attention. Her fingers stilled against the tortilla, her eyes flicking up—steady, unreadable.

With a quiet sigh, you set your food down. “I mean, growing up, I sucked at everything else. School, sports, whatever—I just never stuck with anything. But music?” You tilted your head, feeling the thought click into place. “That made sense. I liked how it made people feel. You write something, and suddenly, some stranger out there feels understood in a way they didn’t before. Like, for three minutes, they’re not alone.”

Ellie’s chewing slowed, her gaze lingering. “Yeah.” Her voice had dropped, more thoughtful. “That’s kinda the whole point, huh?”

You hummed, watching her. “…What about you?”

She hesitated, then leaned back into the couch, stretching like she was trying to shake something off. “Not that different, honestly.” One arm draped over the backrest, fingers tapping idly against the cushion. “Joel was always into music. Taught me how to play guitar when I was a kid, and it just kinda stuck ever since.”

Your head tilted slightly. “Joel Miller? That’s your dad, right?”

A nod. “Yeah. He’s—” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “—intense. But in a good way, mostly. He gives a shit. Probably more than I deserve.”

Your brows knitted together. “That’s a weird thing to say.”

Ellie let out a quiet chuckle, but it was dry, almost automatic. “Nah. Just being honest.”

Something about the way she said it made your chest feel tight.

You thought about pushing, about pressing your thumb against that tiny crack she’d let slip, but something told you she’d just deflect, maybe make some stupid joke to steer the conversation away.

So, instead, you sighed dramatically, letting the moment pass. “I think I’m too high for all this deep shit.”

Ellie huffed out a laugh. “Same.”

You grinned, swirling your drink. “Okay, new topic—what’s your favorite song?”

Ellie tilted her head, thinking. “Dunno. How’s that one song of yours go? That’s that me espresso?”

The room went still.

You blinked.

Once.

Twice.

A deep, soul-crushing betrayal settled in your chest, a wound so profound it might never heal. Your breath caught, fingers gripping your shirt like she had physically stabbed you.

Ellie, still chewing, barely spared you a glance. “What?”

Your hands trembled. “That’s Espresso.”

Your voice dropped an octave. Near-feral.

“BY. SABRINA. CARPENTER.”

Ellie paused mid-bite, brow furrowing. “Wait… that’s not your song?”

Your jaw dropped. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

Ellie shrugged, unbothered. “I mean, y’all sound kinda similar.”

You shot up so fast from the couch it screeched against the floor. “I HOPE YOUR AMP SHORT-CIRCUITS MID-SOLO.”

Ellie’s laughter rang through the room, loud and unbothered. “Jesus. Touch some grass.”

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the weight of an arm draped over your waist.

The second was the godawful dryness in your mouth, the kind that only came from bad decisions the night before and even worse hydration choices.

Squinting against the morning light, you shifted slightly, trying to piece together where the hell you were. Your head ached, limbs heavy, the air still thick with the scent of weed.

And then, as you turned your head—

Ellie.

Dead asleep beside you.

Face buried in the couch, hair a disaster, breathing slow and steady. One arm thrown over your waist like it belonged there, her entire body half-pressed against yours, radiating warmth. Her tank top had ridden up slightly, exposing just enough of the tattoos trailing down her back to make your already-dysfunctional brain short-circuit.

It should be illegal to look that good while sleeping.

You swallowed hard, painfully aware of the way her fingers twitched slightly against your stomach. Desperate for a distraction, you forced your gaze to the rest of the room.

The coffee table was an absolute crime scene—wrappers, crumpled napkins, open sauce packets, empty Baja Blast cups, and one lonely, half-eaten quesadilla clinging to life.

You groaned softly, rubbing your face, before muscle memory had you reaching for your phone.

And that’s when the real nightmare started.

Rachel (25 Missed Calls, 17 Texts).

Your stomach immediately twisted into knots.

Dreading whatever mess you’d apparently caused, you clicked the messages.

Rachel: WAKE UP Rachel: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP Rachel: CHECK TWITTER RIGHT NOW.

A cold dread crawled up your spine.

With the kind of slow, creeping horror usually reserved for slasher films, you opened Twitter.

And there it was.

Trending.

#y/nandEllie

#HARDLAUNCHOFTHECENTURY

Your entire body locked up.

“What the fuck?” you croaked, voice barely functioning.

Next to you, Ellie shifted, groaning as her arm tightened around your waist, pulling you in just a fraction before she mumbled into the cushion, voice thick with sleep, “Why’re you talking?”

You didn’t even process the fact that she was literally holding you because you were too busy trying not to pass out.

Instagram. You need to check instagram.

And then you saw it.

Your most recent story.

A photo of Ellie.

Sitting on the couch, head tilted down, scrolling on her phone. Messy hair, tattoos on full display, one leg tucked up like she owned the place. In front of her? The entire ungodly Taco Bell order. Wrappers, bags, napkins—absolute devastation.

And the caption, in bold, unhinged letters:

she eats like a mf frat boy but somehow still looks hot. life is unfair.

One hundred million people have already seen it.

“FUCK!”

Ellie shifted again, her fingers skimming your stomach as she let out a sleepy groan. “Dude” she mumbled. “What now?”

You turned to her, shoving the phone directly in her face, voice pure horror.

“You let me post this?!”

She blinked at the screen. Then blinked again. And then, as if the universe hadn’t already humiliated you enough, she started grinning.

It was slow at first, creeping across her face, her shoulders starting to shake—before she full-on lost it. Ellie fucking cackled. Like, sleep-rough, chest-shaking, burying-her-face-in-the-couch dying.

You smacked her arm. “THIS IS FUCKING SERIOUS!”

She barely lifted her head, still grinning like an absolute menace.

“We smoked another blunt, got drunk, and thought it would be funny.” She stretched lazily and patted your thigh, voice rough with amusement. “So, I guess we’re official now.”

You smacked her again.

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[pitchsidestories]

the people always last II Kim Little x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | previous fanfic I word count: 1382

summary: what was meant to be a quiet evening between two lovers takes an unexpected turn. (Kim Little x Reader, romantic), (Arsenal WFC x Reader, platonic) requested

author's note: hi readers, we’re excited for you to read the story and we'd love to hear your thoughts on it.💗

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality. Liv's an OC and isn't based on any real life player. <3

You pulled your coat tighter around you, bracing against the cold wind as you let your gaze wander around the football pitch. You loved football pitches at night, only illuminated by floodlights. There was always something so raw and magical about it.

You watched Kim, Beth and Vivianne surrounded by a team of young girls, chasing them around the pitch and calling out instructions. All three were preparing for their coaching licenses.You and Kim had talked about it at length. Coaching would never be an option for you after your playing career, and Kim had been uncertain too. But watching her now, you knew she wouldn’t regret this choice.

You waited patiently for the session to end. Only then did Kim finally notice you standing on the sidelines. Her face lit up as she strode toward you: “Hi, what a lovely surprise. I didn’t know you’d come to pick me up.”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance: “I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Thanks, love.”, she smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss.

You smiled against her lips when suddenly a sharp whistling noise cut through the air.

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t even need to look to know who it was. Of course, Beth stood there, smirking as she winked at you.

“Shut it, Bethany!”, you yelled at your teammate which only made her grin widen.

Vivianne pulled her girlfriend along with her: “Yeah, let them live a little, Beth.”

Kim sighed, shaking her head at them: “We should go now.”

“Please.”, you chuckled, ready to escape the teasing.

Your teammates were happy for you and Kim, you knew that. And they just loved to poke fun. But sometimes, you wished you’d kept your relationship more private, like Kim had wanted in the beginning.

Beth gave you one last wink: “See you two lovebirds in training tomorrow.”

“And these people really want to be coaches?”, you joked as the other coupled left.

Kim slung her bag over her shoulder, ready to leave: “Yes, not very professional, right?”

“Not at all.”, you agreed as the two of you started walking side by side.

Comfortable silence stretched between you while you left the training grounds.

“So, do you want to grab dinner on the way home?”, Kim asked eventually.

You wanted to say yes but there was something else nagging at you: “Actually…”

Kim frowned, her eyebrows furrowing: “Actually?”, she repeated.

For a moment you hesitated.

“She hasn’t texted me today and she never does that. Which I think means we should stop by at her flat.”, you finally revealed.

Understanding flickered across Kim’s face instantly. She knew exactly who you were talking about. The young player you had more or less adopted when she joined Arsenal and that you both jokingly referred to as your child.

Kim didn’t look convinced: “Do you think so? Maybe she’s just busy at the moment.”

“And she’s been off the last few days.”, you pointed out, nervously biting your lip as you spoke.

Seeing your distress, your girlfriend looked at you and asked: “What do you suggest?”

“Maybe we should look after her?”

Kim hesitated for a moment, her longing for a quiet, romantic evening between the two of you evident in her eyes. But she understood the gravity of your concerns, and that meant everything to you.

“Alright.”, the Scottish woman agreed.

You decided to lighten the mood. “And then we’ll grab some food.”

Kim’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Sounds good. Let’s go.”

Everyone was buzzing in Liv’s— or, as you lovingly called it, your adult child’s—apartment.

Excitedly, Lia clapped her hands together, while Mariona placed a calming hand on the Swiss player’s shoulder: “They’re coming, guys. Get ready.”

“We’re ready,” Leah confirmed, though she struggled to hide the eye roll at one of her best friends.

When the main door opened, you began: “Hi, we just-.”

But you couldn’t finish your sentence as Liv interrupted you with a cheerful shout:” Surprise!”

“What are you all doing here?!”, Kim questioned nervously, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of all the familiar faces and the red and white balloons hanging everywhere.

With a smile, Liv wrapped an arm around her and explained to both of you: “We’re throwing you a surprise party to celebrate your contract extension.”

A comforting warmth spread through your chest, filling you with a sense of peace and belonging. But then, the memory hit you, sharp and clear. “And I thought there was something wrong!”, you shook your head in amusement.

The young player shot you an apologetic look: “No, I was busy preparing the party.”

“You could’ve told me you were doing that,” you pouted.

Liv smirked, clearly amused: “No way! You would’ve told her immediately.”

“She’s got a point a point, love.”, your girlfriend agreed.

Instinctively, you crossed your arms over your chest: “Oh, please.”

“You know it’s true,” she teased, her gaze softening as she looked at you lovingly.

With a small sigh, you relented: “Fine, okay, you’re right.”

“Open the present!”, Lia urged merrily.

Kim, clearly touched by the gesture from her teammates and friends, took the gift into her hands. “You even got me a present?”

“We did.”, Steph affirmed, a smile spreading across her face as she saw the team’s captain so moved.

While holding the present, the Scottish woman whispered: “That’s so sweet of you.”

“Babe, go ahead and unwrap it.”, you murmured gently.

Expectantly, Leah looked at the older midfielder:” What do you think, Kimmy?”

“I love it. Thank you,” Kim replied, her voice full of warmth and gratitude. She pressed the photo book—packed with memories of her years with the team—close to her chest, as if holding onto the moments that had meant so much to her.

You watched her with a gentle smile on your lips, warmth spreading in your chest. It wasn’t often that Kim openly showed her emotions like she did in that moment.

Lia appeared at your side: “Are you two hungry?”

“I mean, we were just about to pick up some food.”, you replied innocently.

Liv grinned at you knowingly: “Don’t worry, we prepared something. We won’t let you two starve.”

“I love you.”, you smiled happily at her.

“Don’t let Kimmy hear that.”, Liv joked while your teammates brought out several boxes of pizza from the kitchen.

You laughed: “She gets that I meant it platonically.”

Kim, ever the composed one, rolled her eyes: “You two.”

“What?”, Liv protested, grabbing a slice of pizza. “You love us.”

To everyones surprise, the Scottish midfielder agreed without hesitation: “I do.”

Liv shrugged, unfazed. “See?”

“Was there ever a question?”, Kim smiled.

“No. Besides, you already said I do.”, you playfully winked at her.

Leahs jaw dropped open, her pizza slice hanging limply midair: “Wait! You two got married without us?”

Kim quickly shook her head: “No, we didn’t.”

“Just engaged.”, you added quietly.

Liv quickly reacted before an awkward silence settled over the football players. She nonchalantly shrugged: “I don’t know about you all but I was there.”

“And you kept quiet about that?”, Victoria asked, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Liv nodded, unimpressed: “Yep.”

“We had told her to keep quiet but now the timing seemed perfect.”, Kim admitted.

“You’re welcome.”, Liv smirked, clearly enjoying being in the know.

“That’s not why we’re celebrating tonight, though,” you reminded them gently. While you were relieved your team knew, you wanted this evening to remain about Kim.

Kim shot you an amused glance: “Can’t we celebrate both?”

“Of course we can.”

Lia slipped a glass into Kims hand and she raised it with a small smile: “So, cheers everyone.”

“To our team mums!”, Liv cheered excitedly.

“And our work wives!”, Beth added as she and Vivianne arrived, slightly out of breath. “Sorry, we’re late but we got the cake.”

Vivianne proudly unveiled a chocolate cake topped with cherries.

Kims face softened once again, taking in the whole team, current and former players that had gathered here to celebrate another season with Arsenal’s captain.

“You girls didn’t have to do all of that.”

“No, but you deserve it.”, Beth replied warmly.

You gently took Kims hand in yours, squeezing it lightly and shot Liv a grateful look. She looked smug but extremely proud of herself.

[heeikeuu]

── .✦ ENHYPEN DRABBLE; When You Play Love&DeepSpace

۶ৎ featuring – enha x fem!reader

۶ৎ genre – fluff, romance, slice of life

note: hai people, I'm new to writing fanfics, but I hope you enjoy this <3

HEESEUNG ᝰ.ᐟ

You were lying in bed giggling at your phone while your boyfriend was gaming. "Nightly Rendezvous" banner teasers just dropped, and u were watching them with the volume a little too high that heeseung heard and got curious. He sneakily decided to check out the commotion. His eyes were wide, and jaw dropped. "Baby, what are you doing?" He asked, making u flinch in surprise, "Jesus christ, seungie, you scared my soul off my body." Upon seeing how red your face got your boyfriend smirked, suddenly you're trapped in the bed with his hands on either side of your head. Looking up at him like a deer caught in headlight, "I didn't know u were into stuff like this?" The question really was rhetorical but you just sheepishly smiled at him and grabbed your phone, "he reminds me of u a lot" you showed him Rafayel, your boyfriend is taken aback at first but soon shakes his head and giggles at you. "At least now I know what you do when you miss me." You lightly slapped his arm before giving him a peck on the lips, not really disagreeing with his statement.

JUNGWON ᝰ.ᐟ

Jungwon was lying beside you in bed. Both of you on your phones and just enjoying each other's presence after a long hectic day at work. You were busy trying to pull for Xavier's limited myth after saving up for a long time that you didn't realize your boyfriend got bored of his phone eventually and was watching you instead. Suddenly, your boyfriend spoke, "Which cards you aiming for?" Looking up from your phone, you notice his eyes on you and smile softly, "I want to get Xavier's limited myth, Lumiere is so hot" your boyfriend blinked at you for a few seconds before giggling, "not more than me though, right?" He asked teasingly while poking your arm, but you definitely caught on to the double meaning. "Of course not, wonie, nobody is hotter than you, silly." You stated as a matter of fact while looking at him through your lashes, "y-yeah" stumbling on his words a little he smiles sheepishly and pulls you closer with his head on your shoulders, landing a small kiss there, "don't mind me."

JAY ᝰ.ᐟ

Jay was in his office. It was break time, and he opened his phone to see what his fiance was doing. He noticed her newest post update saying she really wanted to collect new outfits for her mc, shaking his head lightly and smiling. Being the gentleman he is, he sent her money to buy that outfit and more, whatever her heart pleased. He loved spoiling her rotten, and he was well aware of that and didn't mind. You heard your phone ding while doing your makeup, you eyes widened seeing what your boyfriend texted, "I noticed you wanted new outfits for your mc so here's some money to get whatever you want, darling ❤️" with $500 sent to your account. You quickly texted him back, thanking him and saying he really didn't have to. A call interrupted your thoughts. It was your fiance, picking it up quickly. "Hi darling, just wanted to let you know that I will be heading home a little late today due to an emergency meeting so please make sure to eat well and don't stay up too late waiting for me." You hummed in agreement, "I need words, darling" blushing at his words, "okay, I promise." "Good, also make sure to show me your cute mc outfits later." Smiling to yourself at his thoughtfulness, you agreed, and the call ended. Kicking your feet and rolling in bed like a maniac, you thanked your lucky stars for giving you a real life Zayne.

JAKE ᝰ.ᐟ

Jake just came home from practice, hearing your fast footsteps after yelling, "Baby, I'm home." He smiled warmly, seeing you run into his arms. "I miss you, baby, and I have so much to talk to you about!" You exclaimed excited. Holding you up with one arm, he smiled back at you. You were his little fluff ball of energy. He already knew you were going to talk his ear off about Sylus later, but he didn't mind at all because he loved seeing how you got all nerdy about your interests. After taking a shower and eating dinner together, he sat on the couch with her in his arms as she started explaining the whole lore to him with a PowerPoint ready on her ipad. Giggling at how cute she is being. She let out a sigh "jakey are you listening? This is super important!" You stressed, and your boyfriend looked at you sweetly, "I'm listening, baby. Please continue. What happened next?" He always matched your energy, and you loved this about him. No matter how tired he was, he was never too tired to listen to his girl yap about whatever for hours.

SUNGHOON ᝰ.ᐟ

You were scrolling through tiktok during your break until you stumbled upon an edit of zayne with enha's song. Letting out a gasp, you excitedly sent the link to your husband while giggling. The familiar sound of your notifications filled the quiet office room. Already knowing its sunghoon, you smiled and opened the chat. "I see you're having fun, but I'm here suffering missing my pretty girl," you mentally face palmed at his cute antics. Deciding to tease him a bit, you responded, "Can't a girl have two husbands?" And the next lines of texts of him went like "oh my god. My wife hates me. She wants me to die. Goodbye, world." Chucking at his dramatic behavior, you decided to call him. He picked up almost immediately, "Hi Zaynie~" you chimed in a teasing tone, you heard your husband sigh, "hello to you too wifey, now would you please mind finishing your work early because your husband is going to die waiting for you at home." You always loved how dramatic and cute sunghoon was, people often thought he was cold at first but to you he was a grade S soap opera actor, and you wouldn't trade the world for him. You always told him that and whenever he asked, "What about Zayne then?" You jokingly told him,"know your limits." But deep down, you were grateful your man always supported your interests despite acting sulky at times.

SUNOO ᝰ.ᐟ

You were laser focused on trying to win kitty cards against Caleb that you didn't notice your boyfriend was calling for you from the bathroom. It was nighttime, and usually time for your skin care routine together. "Princess, can you hear me?" He asked worriedly. He came into view with a face mask and his arms crossed. "What's so important it has your mind preoccupied like this?" He questioned, but you quickly brushed him off saying "wait I'm trying to beat caleb in kitty cards, and he's driving me crazy!! He keeps freezing me and stealing my points!" Your frustrated tone made sunoo chuckle before coming closer and taking your phone away, gasping you look up, "sunoo please baby just this one round," "You said that like 2 rounds ago, baby, come on, it's time to take your makeup off. I promise after we can beat him up together." Puffing your cheeks, you agreed. "Okay, but since you're better at kitty cards, you better win all!" You pointed your finger at your boyfriend who took your hand and kissed it softly, humming in agreement. Smiling at him while you both went to finish your night routine.

RIKI ᝰ.ᐟ

Sitting on riki's lap, you let out sighs making sure your boyfriend could hear you. Riki glanced down at you from the TV, "what's wrong, you big baby?" You were having a hard time passing the open orbit battles and started getting extra frustrated. "Ki, I can't seem to pass this level no matter what I do!" You expressed, "here, let me try, angel." He sweetly offered, and you let him help. You watch him intently choose the cards and weapons, and start the battle. Your heartbeat spiking as you watched the timer count to 10, and the wanderer's HP was like 3 hits away from victory, which is where you kept failing. "Fucking bitch" you heard your boyfriend mutter under his breath and you closed your eyes dramatically scared of losing, "LET'S GOOO" you suddenly heard him say, opening your eyes, you saw the screen flash "victory" and you jumps his bones while thanking him all giddy, "fear not baby, no matter how hard the boss battle is, nishimura will always prevail" he says proudly making u giggle at his silliness, "of course, baby" you kiss his cheek and returned to your game but noticed through your peripheral vision him blushing with a smile he failed to hide.

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[just-antithings]

ex-anti here. let me shed a little light on the experience of being an anti for those of us fortunate enough to never have been one.

the primary driving force of anti-ism for a lot of people, not everyone, but a lot of them, is fear. thats why they all have that weird talking point about "well i bet you wouldnt tell your family that you like media about incest/noncon/lolisho/whatever-morally-outrageous-ficition-theyre-upset-about-today. its not that theyre actually morally outraged by the existence of "problematic" fiction, its that theyre personally afraid of being ostracized/attacked/disowned/etc for liking it.

i read noncon and underage smut all the fucking time when i was an anti. i felt no guilt or shame for reading it. but i knew my friends would hate it and me for reading it, so i always pretended to be morally outraged at the right moments when outrage was demanded of me in order to fit in and then i kept reading my noncon and underage stuff because i knew good and well that fanfic about teenage anime characters noncon-ing each other wasnt doing any actual harm to the world. but if i didnt keep up the semblance of moral outrage, my friends could and probably would do harm to me.

someone who was a friend of mine back in my anti days liveblogged an entirely satirical and mocking review while watching boku no pico (a shotacon anime for those who dont know). this person was a pretty popular anti blogger (at least in our corner of the internet), had all the "right" opinions, was public with their identity as a csa survivor (which they weaponized against proshippers and kinksters, as the anti-sphere encourages and praises people for), was a minor THEMSELF... and i watched the anti-sphere that we were involved in completely and utterly tear them apart. they pretty much left tumblr after. it was sickening.

so yeah. when you see those 15 year olds hand wringing about underage smut and whatever the fuck... just know that theyre scared to death of the people they call their friends, every single day.

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[kaisfanfics]

The Cow/Bull hybrid Farm & a girls dream house: Chapter 1

JJK Man Bull hybrid x Chubby P**n Star Female Reader 🔞

Word count: 2236

Has everyone else found any fanfic thats about the jjk man (if i mean man I mean man like toji, satoru, and Choso) Bull hybrids. I was only able to find 2 or 3 of them. And then I found another one but it wasn’t a jjk ff. I got so into it that I decided to make a FF about it.

And the jjk characters won’t appear until ch 2 so bear with me.

I hope you enjoy chapter 1 and I’m sorry for the bad writer.

Master list

You have finally made the decision to work at a Farm full of Cow and Bull Hybrids that are looking for 20 women who can take care of the male cows but also keep the Bulls satisfied by having sex with them and milking both of the spices. at the time you were confused on why your boss was telling you this because you were a human and not a Cow Hybrid. That was when he tells you why the farm wants human women instead of female Cow Hybrids. The reason why is because the male Bulls and Cows we’re starting to get tired of the female hybrids fighting and hitting them whenever they are trying to help them in their heat. So much that the male hybrid started competing with the farm owners to pull them out of the farm.

you heard from your boss that they are looking for women that can move and live on the farm for free instead of driving there in a car or bus. And also because the club that you work at is going to be moving into a different location in the city you are in. You didn’t mind the move until your boss told you where the new club is going to be. And the reason why is because it was closer to your house and since they are moving to a new location it is now 40 minutes away from home. What makes it worse is how you get there through traffic making it 1 hour and 20 minutes. You were glad that your boss recommended this new job for you and a new home because the one you are living in was getting too expensive on rent.

After talking for a while, give you the phone number to call the people about that job, and give you your last paycheck from your boss. Two days later You then went back to the club and then went straight to the back stage where all the strippers were. Guess you are not the only one here today but also not the last one to know about the news. All of the girls were excited about the move but also very nervous about it too. All of them were talking about it until you walked into the room. All of them knew that face you were making and they know what that means.

“Hey girls, how are you Guys doing today?” You said with a sad smile on your face. “We are… doing ok we were just all wandering on what to do later.” One of the girls (Amy) said with sad eyes “Yeah, since all of us are moving to a new location we thought we could do something together with you since… you..are leaving for the… new job.” The other said (Alexa) holding back a sob and trying not to cry.

“Do you want to come with us one last time tonight… just to have fun and hang out. And to know how much… we've cared.. about you since middle school.” Rose said, trying not to break down into tears remembering all the hard times you had to go through during that time. “We are just so happy for you but also grateful for how much you have done for us and for yourself throughout the year we’ve been together.” Alexa said no longer holding back her tears anymore. You stayed quiet for a minute, looking at all of your friends with tears in your eyes until. “yes…. I would love to.”

After you packed all of your items into your truck, you and your friends went out to spend the last time together until next year. You were sad about leaving your friends who you’ve known for a long time but you were excited about this new chapter in your life. But

also because you’ve been wanting to try new things in life. And besides, what could go wrong.

2 weeks later

It took you a while to do all the paperwork. You then started to call some moving companies to help you take your stuff to the farm only to be told no for they are unavailable at the time. You then called another company to see if they were available during the weekend and they said yes. You were so relieved when they said yes because you have been stressing out for a week about the situation lately. So when they finally came to the house you were nothing but happy and drained from the stress at that moment.

“Excuse me miss, my name is Kai and I’m here to help move all your belongings to a new place. are you perhaps the one who called us here the other day to move your belongings to the farm house right?” A man said with a polite smile along with some 4 men behind him. “Yes, I am. I’m so sorry for calling in such short notice. I was having a difficult time calling some companies to see if they were available only to be told no. I’m just glad that you men were able to come and move my stuff to the farm.” You said with a sweet smile and soft eyes.

“It’s ok, miss. things like this tend to happen when you are moving to a new location. Especially when you are moving to a farm.” One of the other men said with a smile. “Though I am surprised that you are not Bringing all of your furniture to the farm except for all the things in your room. Did you by chance sell all of them along with your bed as well?” When he was done talking you stepped aside to let the 5 men in and when you did. You got a really hungry look from the last 2 men who entered.

“Yes, that is correct. Well, I was talking to the farm owners about what to bring. They said that I can’t bring my bed or any furniture because they want us to feel comfortable in our room. But it was also because they don’t want any germs in the living area, but also because they have been wanting to replace the furniture around the place. ” You said when they started getting the boxes and putting them in the back of the truck.

“I can see why and I don't blame them for that. Especially when they are getting new workers in their Farm.” Kai said with a couple of boxes. “I agree with you si-.” You were cut off by feeling a slap on your ass. “My my, is my sweet little angel leaving me without giving me a goodbye kiss.” A man said well, moving his hands to your breast and folding them in front of the workers. As soon as you heard the man's deep voice, you knew exactly who it was. It was your next door neighbor who helped you with your ex editor, your ex sex partner, and your ex boyfriend Scott.

“Ok, what the hell did I say about you doing this in front of people. Especially doing it in front of people that I don’t know.” You then broke free from him and took a few steps away. “Oh come on, it’s not like I ripped off your shirt or anything. And besides, you didn’t even notice those two men looking at you like they were going to fuck in the ass when they got here.” Your face started burning up from the action and turned around to see three of the workers watching the scene in front of them. The workers immediately Looked away and started acting like they saw anything.

“You still have no right to do that when there are people around. Especially when they are helping with something important.” you said wall pushing him out of the house. “Oh come on, look I’m sorry for doing that but at least give me a goodbye kiss or makeout before you leave.” He said with a smile on his face liking the way you looked. He’s been doing this when you both were in college. He’s been nothing but a Pervert, a jerk, and a cunning guy.

“If I makeout with you, will you stop embarrassing myself in front of the workers?” You said in a whisper still struggling to push him out of the house (you failed miserably). “I’m sorry but can you say that a little louder? I couldn’t hear you very well.” He said with a that stupid smirk on his face.

“I’ll… Makeout with you.. if you stop embarrassing me… Please.” You said a little louder enough for him to hear.

“Hmmmm…….” He stayed quiet for a few seconds until he spoke.

“Very well then. Now get ready for this because this is probably going to be the last time we’ll ever be like this or not.” You were confused on why he said that but you didn’t want to push him any further on that.

You started by dragging him into an empty room where you used to film your video with him…

”If you guys need anything Or if you're done I’ll be in this room.” You said as you locked the door closed so no one could get in.

“You know Y/n, you don’t have to go if you’re short on money… You can just live with me and not do anything other then making p**n videos for money. And I’ll be doing my thing at the office that pays me well… Just please stay here, with me.” He doesn’t want you to leave.

He never left you alone after what happened 2 years ago… after giving him your love and care but it was never enough for him… it never was to begin with when he started wanting his space. It lasted 9 months until you received photos and videos of him with another woman at a party…One of your friends saw them making out and having sex in her bedroom during the time.

You ended up sending him the photos and videos with the girl, broke up with him by text, and blocked his phone number along with his social media……… until he found out where you lived 3 months ago… and besides, you were going to move out of the house anyway.

“Scott, it’s either making out with me and never seeing me again, or see me find a man who treats me well and is honest with me whenever he feels guilty about something that I don’t know about.” You said without breaking eyectada with him.

He knows he messed up by cheating on you with his female friend. And wishes he can go back in time and refrain himself from doing it… but sometimes there are some couples that are not meant to be together…

“Ok if that what yo-” He was cut off by a knock on the door. “I’m sorry to interrupt you Miss but we are done placing your boxes in the truck. It’s time we go so that we can get there early in the afternoon.” “Thank you sir. I’ll be out in a second.” She then smashed her lips on to him and slipped in her tongue. It startled him until he started kissing back.

His hands started going under your shirt so that he could get the full accent of your breast Which caused you to moan in pleasure. He loved playing with them and misses shoved his cock between them and cuming on your boobs and face. But he Especially Loves your thighs, your ass, and hips. oh who is he kidding, he loves every single part of your body along with your personality and your will to help people out when they are in bad shape.

Before going even farther into the kiss. You pulled away from him and pushed his hands down to stop from Playing with your boobs. “I wish you the happiest day and future Scott, Goodbye.”

Once you were done fixing your clothes, you then left the room to find and talk to the workers. It was weird making out with your ex boyfriend. What made it worse is that he is dating the girl he cheated on you with. You just hope you don’t get to see him again.

When you enter the living area, you see the workers and the house owner who just so happens to get here just in time. “Hello miss Y/n, I’m sorry for being late. Something happened on my way here that I have to take a different route here.” A woman with bunny ears said with a smile. “It's ok ma'am, in fact you're just in time. Here are the keys.” “Thank you dear, out of all the tenants that I had, you are the only one who is always keeping the house clean whenever I come to visit.” “It’s no problem ma’am, I’m just glad you let me live here for the past 2 years.”

Once everything was in place and making sure that you didn’t leave everything behind. You then got into your car and started heading to the Farm with the moving truck behind you.

Chapter 2>>

HELLO!!!

Their might be a chance that I’ll do a Toji ​Fushiguro x ghost raider reader ff but I’m not done with it yet. If you enjoyed reading this I’ll continue to do it.

Thank you and please stay safe.

[marali-iin]

Sharpwolf (Antinous x Telemachus), is the peak of "Enemies to Lovers" BUT only before "Hold Them Down". HEAR ME OUT-

Yeah, I know Antinous beats the shit out of Telemachus in "Little Wolf" but THAT'S LITERALLY THE FRICKIN POINT. I know I've always said I hate enemies to lovers, but you know what I hate even more? BAD EXECUTED ENEMIES TO LOVERS. They're supposed to be ENEMIES, not rivals, which people often confuse. "But it's toxic-" TOXIC MY ASS THEY'RE LITERALLY THE TROPE. Enemies are supposed to hate each other, to want the other to suffer, to DIE, they have to be ruthless against each other, because they're supposed to have opposite views of something and be hostile because of it. Antinous and Telemachus are literally that trope

Now, if it's after "Hold Them Down" FUCK THAT, I DON'T WANT IT ANYMORE. I can accept attempted murder, but I draw the line at rape. I can forgive the first two thirds of the song, when Antinous plans to kill Telemachus and break his bones? Enemies at its peak. When Antinous plans to then rape Penelope? GET THAT AWAY FROM ME I'M GLAD THE DUDE IS NO LONGER ALIVE.

I'm slightly disappointed that they had to make the suitors literally rapists so they "look bad", they were shitty enough as they were, in the original Odyssey they never try to rape Penelope, and yeah I know it was to build anger, even I fell for it and I get so fuckin angry. But still, I think we as writers in general often fall for whenever trying to make a character be disliked immediately turn them into a rapist, I've fallen for it, some of my writer friends have fallen for it, I've seen it in books and fanfics. It's normal, I'm glad we collectively hate rapists, but it's still a cliche I'm not ready to accept.

And just to circle back to the original topic and finish this, Antinous and Telemachus have so much potential for enemies to lovers. Antinous simply wants the throne? Telemachus is right there, younger than Penelope and more naive, easier target to manipulate, enemies manipulate each other. Telemachus wants to kick all the suitors out of his home? Antinous is literally the leader of them, manipulate him. Imagine both of these scenarios at the same time, both trying to use the other for their own benefit. And that's the point of Enemies to Lovers, hate each other at first, wish for the other's downfall and slowly start warming up to each other, realizing the flaws of your own view and how they're not that bad. Add a redemption arc and we're good to go, the problem with rapists is that they have no redemption (except Deidamia from Song of Achilles, I'll eventually talk about that but just to make clear in this house we DON'T hate her. Suck it up) That's why I REFUSE to work with post "Hold Them Down" Antinous.

So yeah, that was my rant for today, take this as a lesson. I can really, reallyyyy hate a trope, but I'll always hate more a rapist and a badly executed trope. I have standards

[gegewrites]

Harvey (SDV)- One Glass Was all it Took (SMUT)

Hi, just dropping off this fanfic for you. Eat it up. hope yall enjoy I started this legit at 10am TODAY. This is the fastest I’ve written in a bit and the first fic I’ve finished in months (I’m so sorry)

The Harvey brain rot is real.

4-7-24

5.2k words

Your pov-

The sun was setting and I was relaxing on the porch swing, looking at the sky changing colors. It was a relaxing day, it rained in the morning, which made it easy to pet and collect from the animals, but annoying to  harvest the crops that were ready. It stopping raining at about four, and by then I was already done for the day. I contemplated going fishing or heading to the mines for a few hours to make up some of that wasted time but I ended up just cleaning and re-arranging some of the house. The birds were singing, still warm out but a cool breeze drifted through the trees. It was perfect out. 

"Enjoying the sunset?" I heard Harvey ask, I looked over and he was by the produce bin. I wasn't expecting him at all.

"Yeah, so pretty tonight." I smiled. He didn't come up into the porch, he leaned against the railing in front of me, a bottle of wine in hand being held out to me.

"I had to go to Zuzu City today, I picked this up on my way out. Think you'll enjoy it." He smiled as I leaned off the swing and grabbed it from him.

"This is my job." I giggled. It's a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, the label boasting a 10 year age and top quality French grapes.

"Just a little bit of payback for all the stuff you've brought me." He smiled,"I-"

"Should I get glasses?" I asked,"you don't have to leave so soon do you?"

"I can stay for a bit." He leaned off the railing as I stood up.

"Perfect, come in."

Half and hour later-

"…Just a bunch of city and small town doctors and donors looking to shell out money. If I was convincing enough hopefully a few donors will step up and donate some money to the clinic.” He took a sip from his glass and looked at me,” It's a decent drive to the city, i don’t mind it. I use to intern at the Zuzu hospital, but when I heard they didn't have a doctor in this town, that the other towns also driving to the city for healthcare, I settled in." His eyes looked away from the now dusky blue sky and looked at him, which were watching him intently," why are you here? Besides your grandfathers passing, I don’t think you’ve told me.”

"I wasn't doing so well back home...so when we did get the news grandpa died my parents saw it as a way for me to get a new fresh start...and it worked, but boring I'll be honest. Three years, everyday almost the same." I shrugged my shoulders and finished the last of my glass. We both were only on the first glass, talking more than drinking.

"I get that. In a town so small it's easy to fall into a repetition...only reason why I've kept my car. I could sell it, put that money into the clinic, but when people in the outside towns needs assistance and they can't get here I get to switch it up and go to them."  He looked down at his glass and then back to me,"it's important to find joy in daily life, especially when you're life is a lot of physical work....its also important to find the time to relax."

"Yeah, but there's always something that has to get done over here or someone needs something." His hand came down and sat just above my knee.

"You need to start making time for yourself." His face was serious, but not scolding. His brows lightly furrowed together, but his eyes held a caring look.

"Doctors orders?" I smiled, a chuckle trailing behind the words and I felt my cheeks flush. Luckily it was darker out but the porch light was still on.

"Doctors orders." He smiled, his eye contact was held with mine. He did look like he was contemplating something, his eyes slightly looking down below mine before locking back with mine.

Usually it would take me a third glass to get the confidence to make any sort of move, but over the few years I've been here, the conversations we've had, professional settings and non professional, it gave me the confidence.

The swing wasn't big, our legs were comfortably touching, and his hand still sat on my leg. I pushed up just a bit, my lips connecting to his, my heart was pounding out of my chest, but he returned it quickly, the hand on my thigh came to my check and my heart rate relaxed a bit.  His mustache tickled my nose but I didn't mind it at all. We both tasted like wine and I heard his glass tink against the table in his side, his newly free hand softly held my other cheek, mine still holding my glass. He was the first to pull away from the slow kiss.

"(y/n)..."  he whispered before pulling back more and my heart sped up, awaiting rejection,"are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything, Harvey." I replied quickly but not forcefully, he took the glass from my hand and placed it with his on the table behind him.

I could tell he was thinking, quickly contemplating the decisions he could make. He turned back to me, pushing his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose.

"I'm a thirty four year old doctor stuck in place." His thumb brushed my cheek as he spoke.

"And im a twenty five year old who couldn't hold down a job long enough to have a chance to be stable." I confessed,"my last relationship ended with cops and a restraining order."

"I'm sorry to hear that. But (y/n), you said you're bored, you're bored here... I watch the history channel and live quietly."

"You don't get it, Harv. I'm bored cause I'm alone, everyday I wake up and it's just me, you're stuck in place cause it's just you. Don't humans need others around? We are social animals."  He let out a quiet and sharp exhale from him nose, hand still in my cheek that didn't even realize I've relaxed into.

"There are others-"

"Please Harvey, I've already tried, they've all got their own dreams in places I've already tried to live and couldn't....i want quiet but I don't wanna be alone."  His hand slid away from my cheek, just to hold onto my chin,"there's no reason to not try."

"You have to understand that I'm still your doctor and if it doesn't work-"

"If it doesn't work my ass Harvey." I grabbed lightly onto his other wrist,"I've never been more sure of anything.."I leaned forwards,"and you haven't been only  charging me half for no reason, don't think I haven't noticed. You can say you're not the right one but it's obvious Harv-"

He cut me off with his lips, his hand coming to my waste, pulling my body a bit closer to his. I kissed him back quickly not wasting any time, my body was twisted a bit, my hands held onto his jacket covered shoulders. Our lips moved in sync, tongues tangling with each other, heat and want radiating from the both of us.

My hand grabbed onto his tie as I slid off the swing and stood up, our lips didn't disconnect, his big hands sat on my waist as he sat up higher before standing. He was taller than me, so he was bowed down to keep the kiss going and my back pressed against the railing of the porch. He pulled away, and stood up straight, looking down at me. His hand left my waist and he pushed his glasses back up. God he was handsome.

I decided to ditch the glasses that were on  the table and lead him inside by his tie.

When we got to my bedroom he took off his jacket and I loosened his tie before I started undoing his belt while he kicked off his shoes. His hands coming to the bottom of my shirt, slipping it off of my body, dropping it to the floor as he walked me back, the back of my legs feeling the mattress and he unclipped my bra. My thighs pressed together a bit, feeling that pulse between my legs and myself getting wetter. He slid it down my arms and I sat down, his hands running down my body as he slowly got down onto his knees.

"This bruise is concerning."  He ran his thumb on the right side of my ribs and I rolled my eyes.

"I can't even feel it Harv." I rolled my eyes with a smile and cupped his cheek, his cheek and jaw was a bit tickly. He placed a kiss to the top of my chest, kissing my collarbones and then down between my breasts,"if you want to know it's from my goat getting too excited and accidentally butting me."

"I'm glad.." his hand cupped my breast, fingers massaging it, my nipple pressed into his palm as he placed a kiss on my other. My hand sat on the back of his neck, my nails lightly scratching his scalp, his shaggy hair between my fingers," it's nothing serious…but goats are pretty strong,” he looked up at me,”could’ve broken a rib.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as his lips returned to my breast. I propped up on my left arm, his tongue swirled around my nipple, teeth teasing it lightly and I grinded down to on the mattress from the pressure of need building up inside of me. While he places kisses to my breasts his hands came down and undid the button of my jeans, and unzipped them. He pushed up slightly placing a kiss on my sternum and I laid back on my forearm. He hooked his fingers into my jeans, I raised my hips a bit and he pulled them down slowly, my panties going with them. His eyes locked with mine, until the fabric fell to the floor, and now I was naked with him between my legs.

Both of us paused. Suddenly I wish I had drank another glass. His eyes trailed down my body, taking it in.

“Harvey?” I asked, and he looked up at me, his look alone told me I was the one feeling off.

“Sorry…taking it in now.” He pushed my thighs out, spreading my legs wider, and he grew taller, kneeling only on one knee now,”once these glasses come off I can’t exactly see you the best.”

I felt my face blush as his hand ran along the inside of my thigh, and my pussy tighten from his touch. It’s been awhile, a good four years since I’ve been with something other than a vibrator. I felt his thumb slide up my lips, feeling how wet I’ve gotten, then his thumb slipped between and immediately found my clit. My lips parted the moment his thumb pad touched my clit, he slowly and softly dragged his thumb in a circle against it and my head lulled back a bit and I let out a sigh. He trailed a few kisses on the inside of my thigh, mustache tickling and dragging against my skin. His thumb worked a bit faster and my thighs quivered a few times.

“Harvey please.” I pushed out with a breath and I heard him hum lightly. His thumb left my clit and I felt his middle finger circle my wet hole before dipping in causing a moan to rumble in my throat as I bit my lip. His fingers were nice, he had nice hands at that. His fingers were long kind of thick, but nimble none the less. He curled his finger to the curve of my walls as he slowly dragged it in and out. I didn’t realize where he was till I felt the left side of the bed dip a bit.

“Absolutely soaked.” He whispered into my ear and a shiver ran down my spine and I tightened around his finger,”you haven’t had anything in a while, huh?”

“Too busy..mm, too tired at the end of the day.” I answered, feeling him kiss my neck, his stubble scratching lightly at my skin.

He kissed my shoulder with a hum, his middle finger leaving me, but coming back with his ring finger in tow. His fingers slipped right back in, my head couldn’t help my fall back, the front of my neck completely bared to him. He curled his fingers to my anatomy again and he sped up the slightest. I could feel how wet I was, it was almost embarrassing, but come on…it’s Harvey.

My hips rolled into his palm and his fingers found my gspot, I bit down onto my lips, my eyes fell close.

“Right theere.” I moaned, and he changed his fingers positions, a deeper curl. I heard something light fall onto the bed and my eyes opened the littlest. I saw his glasses. I raised my head, timing perfectly with him lifting my left leg onto his shoulder. His stubble rubbing against the inside of my thigh, before feeling his tongue against my clit, he kept a steady pace and motion with his fingers. His tongue slowly lapped at my clit,my hand finding the top of his hair, not tugging but sitting in it, holding it out of his face. I was breathing heavy, breathy moans just slipping out. His lips latched on to clit, a mix of licking and sucking, making my body tense and my moans grow louder.

“Oh God.” I moaned out, my heel digging into his back just below his shoulder blade,”Fuuuck Harv.”

He pushed up onto the bed, his left arm wrapped around the front of my thigh, holding the inside of it with his hand and he pumped his fingers deeper and faster. I heard a groan erupt from him as his tongue dipped in with his fingers before sliding back to my clit, giving it a harsh suck. My hands gripped into his hair, my body pushing into his. My head felt light, my thigh tensing in his grip, being held open to avoid squeezing his head. The way he was circling, sucking, and licking my clit roughly paired with his fingers “come hither” and just how deep his fingers were inside of me I was on the verge of cumming. I could feel my slick dripping down my ass, definitely soaked in the comforter, my walls tightened around his fingers. My moans were more present, louder, and longer. My body felt like it was on fire in the best way possible.

“I’m gonna cum Harv.” I whined out, releasing his hair for a second before griping back on. My thighs started twitching and the upper half of my body curling forwards yet my head lulling back,”I’m gon-gonna cum baby.”

He didn’t change was he was doing, and my toes curled, my eyes rolling back, my teeth digging into my bottom lip as my body tightened. that knot in my abdomen snapping, cumming on his fingers. We kept his pace steady as I rode out my release, only slowing down when I started whimpering and hips near spasming into his face.

I fell onto my back, as his fingers slid out of my pussy, his tongue lapping up my release. His hand left the inside of my thigh, and I heard his glasses drag towards him, before wrapping around it again. He placed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, his mustache wet. I was catching my breath, coming back to reality when my thigh dropped from his shoulder and I felt his thumb swipe across my bottom lip. I opened them and his finger laid on my tongue, I closed my lips around them, cleaning my cum off of them.

I opened my eyes when he slid his fingers out of my mouth. He was standing in front of the bed, looking down at my pussy, the bulge in his dark brown corduroys prominent. I sat up, and pulled him to me by his tie, kissing him heatedly, tasting myself on his tongue. My fingers started undoing the buttons of his shirt, tugging it out of jeans and pulling away from him, a light bite dragging his lip before letting go. His lips were pink, so was his face. He undid his tie enough to get it off over his head and took off his long sleeve as I placed kisses down his stomach, slowly unzipping his pants.

He wasn’t a “fit” man, he had a dad bod but no kids(not yet), but he was attractive and sexy as hell nonetheless. He brushed the hair out of my face as I kissed down his happy trail. I slid down to my knees and he took a step back. I looked up at him through my lashes as I hooked my fingers into the waist on his pants and boxer band, and slid them down. His cock sprung out and I stopped pulling down his pants. He was decent size, long enough to where he wouldn’t be able to get all of it in but most, but he was thick. It made sense for a man as meaty as he is.

I kissed up his thigh, which had impeccable grinding quality. His fingers carded through my hair, my hands sat on his hips as I kissed up his body till I was standing, a bit wobbly, but his hand came around to my back.

“I wanna ride you.” I kissed his chest and he chuckled, his hand sat on the side of my neck and lower part of my jaw, his thumb brushed over my jaw, before he angled my face to look up at him.

“You can, but you have to go easy.” I gave him a pouty furrowed brow look and he smirked with fondness,”you haven’t had sex in awhile. Feeling how tight you were-and just with fingers, you have to take it easy.”

“You saying I’m too small for your cock, Doctor?” I whispered intimately and I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tippy toes, my chest pressing into his, his cock pressed against the front of my thigh. His face flushed even more as his hands held onto my waist. My hand came around to the back of his head and I pulled his head closer to mine and I whispered,”guess it’s a good thing I’m absolutely soaked for you.”

He let out a breath I don’t think he realized he was holding in and I lowered down onto my soles. He hasn’t gotten a moment to speak, this pussy has his tongue caught. My fingers dragging against his skin as I backed up and crawled onto the bed. I propped up onto my arms, facing him, and spread my legs open, my heels stable on the edge of the bed.

“Do you wanna be the one to stretch this pussy then?” It looked like his brain stopped working for a second, before has hand gripped onto his cock, his tongue quickly swiping along the bottom of his top lip and he smirked lightly, more adoration then the lust his eyes held.

“I probably shouldn’t, no condoms.” He crossed his arms, oh he looked good.

“What did you go into the city and fuck a stripper?” I joked and he shook his head with a chuckle.

“We’re unprotected.” His hands moved to his waist and I looked at him with a dumbfounded look.

“Harvey…you’re the dude who gives me my birth control every month.” He rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses.

“I’m aware of that, It’s still unsafe nonetheless.” His hands sat on my knees before grabbing the back of my calves.

“Live a little, just for tonight.” His grip tightened on my calves and he looked to the side and then back to me before pulling me edge of the bed, I fell onto my back as he held my calfs on his waist, his cock sitting right over my soaking cunt. His head tapping against it as it bounced lightly.

“For tonight.” His hand let go of my calf and I held it against his waist. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose and his caressed my cheek, him thumb brushed against the cheek bone. He used that same hand to drag the head of his cock between my slick lips, running it against my clit, then rubbing his tip against my needy hole, he watched his cock slide between my lips before he looked up at me.

“Need a pillow.” I quickly grabbed the fluffiest one from behind me and handed it to him. I tightens my legs around him but he peeled them off,”where’s your bathroom?”

“Why?” I asked sitting up.

“Just need a towel.” I just fell in love with him. Luckily there was a bathroom in my bedroom so I pointed to the door and he walked over. Man has a nice ass, he is just good looking in general.

He came back with one of my thick towels, dark grey. He folded it into two and put it over the towel. I laid back down, holding my knees close to my chest and he grabbed my calf’s, spreading my legs and placing my lower half onto the pillow.

“That’s better.” His hands guided my legs around his waist, spitting into his palm and stroking his cock. I swallowed and bit down onto my lower lip as he stroked his cock through my lips. He was right, this angle felt better. His tip circled my entrance and he looked at me,”you ready?”

“Mmhmm.” I nodded and he paused for a moment before he started pushing the tip in. I immediately gripped onto the mattress below me my eyes squeezing shut, he was so right. He always right.

“I think I-“ he stopped pushing in mid tip.

“No no, just keep going…Fuck Harv.”

“Just tell me if it hurts, I’ll go easy.” He started pushing it in again. My walls stretching around him yet clamping down on him. It was a mix of absolute pleasure and pain. A deep throaty grain erupted out of his chest, I opened my eyes to see his head tilted back before coming back to look down at his cock stretching into me. I when he bottomed he pressed deeper into me and pushed out a shakey moan from my lips.

He stopped for a moment, giving my body a chance to relax around him, his hand ran up and down my thigh comfortingly as I breathed in and out, my brows twisted together.

“Move, please” I said softly and he did just that, he slowly slid his cock out of me, even his tip, and slid it back inside. Another moan left my left, my lips stayed open as he pushed in deeper this time, pulling out to his tip and pushing back in. He kept it slow and steady, listening to the whines and groans that fell from my lips.

“Shit (y/n).” He groaned out, I felt his thumb press against my clit, rubbing tight and slow circle against it, my legs tightening around his waist. He moved his hips a bit faster, his cock dragging against my walls. His thumb abandoned my clit, and his hands grabbed onto my hips, holding them tightly, fingertips pressing deeply into my ass.

“Fuck me Harvey.” I breathed out.

“How do you want it, darling?” I pressed my lips together and a small giggle sounded in my throat from the pet name that fell from his lips, I felt my body curl a bit as his hand touched my check. His tone was as smooth as whiskey dripping with lust,”tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

“Faster…” I swallowed and took a breath, my voice a bit shakey,”and deeper.”

His movements did become a bit faster, still focused on not hurting me, but he did pressed his cock deeper into me on each thrust.

“Good good.” My lips fell open as he started thrusting harder, his tip starting to hit that spot in me,”oooh yess.”

“found it?”

“Uuhuh.” I moaned, and he thrusted his tip against it again, but harder, to confirm and it was confirmed with an unsolicited moan.

“You’re taking me so well, (y/n). So daaamn good.” He groaned, his thrusts stayed sharp and even but he sped up more, rocking his hips into my pelvis. I tightened around him getting lost in the feeling of his tip sliding through my walls, the sound of his skin now slapping against mine, and the way groans and light moans fell from his lips. My heels dug into his back and his name trailed out of my lips. I felt my slick drip down my ass and into the towel, hearing how wet his motions sound now. I felt his body lean forwards, his thrusts kept steady, but slowed down a bit, fucking deeply into me, his cock grinding perfectly against my g-spot now.

“Oooh! Har-Harvey!” I loudly moaned out, it didn’t hurt, well a little bit, but it felt too good to complain. He was tall so his forearms laid flat on the bed trapping my head. He placed a kiss on my forehead, my hands wrapping around his back and gripping onto his shoulders. I couldn’t help but moan Into his ear, erotic moans falling from my lips as my pussy got wetter.

“Such a good girl. Taking my cock like this.” He strained out, my nails were digging into his skin as he sped up more. My eyes clamped shut, sob like moans ripping out of my throat, that heat building up in my lower abdomen telling me I was the verge of spilling over.

“Ha-Harvey,” I breathed out, my words whined ,”I’m gon-I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on my cock, darling.” He groaned into my ear. His breath was hot against my skin, and the erotic groans falling from his lips were a perfect music to my ears. My left hand slid off his back, and I felt his weight shift, and I peeled my eyes open. He didn’t have his glasses on, and he was propped up on left arm, his right hand went back to my pussy, his hand pressed down on my pelvis, his thumb rubbing my clit quickly.

“Harvey! Aaaah fuuuuck!” My back arched up and a moan tore out of me, as my orgasm ripped through me. I saw starbursts behind my closed eyes, a rush of heat covering my whole body as it tensed up. My walls clamped around him as my right hands nails scraping against his back and he let out a strained groan.

“That’s it…That’s it.” He cooed, and I felt

His cock twitch inside of me as he fucked me through my high.

He kept his pace as steady as he could, going back to standing, his thumb abandoned my clit. I looked at him with heavy lids, watching his face,his glasses were back on, his lips were parted and his eyes watched his cock thrust in and out of me , and how his hands gripped onto my thighs.

“Come on Harv.” My tone tripped with ecstasy, as I propped up on my arms a bit to watch him and his body better, his eyes met mine, half lidded, before looking down, watching the way my chest moved from his thrusts,”cum for me Harvey.”

I felt his cock twitch more inside of me, his thrust still felt good and I couldn’t help but moan.

“Fuck.” He groaned out, his neck straining, his body tightening, and I bit my lip at the sight of him on the verge of coming undone, but there was something holding him back, himself really.

“You-you can cum inside of me Harv..” I breathed out and swallowed and he locked his eyes with mine,”you can cum wherever.”

I relaxed my legs grip on his waist, and with those words he finally came undone. He slid out of me quickly, his hand stroking his cock roughly, spirting white cum onto my stomach. His head lulled back as he stroked his cock, slowing it down that last bit dripped down the bottom of his head and onto my stomach.

He breathed heavily as my legs fell from his waist and he sat down in the edge of the bed and fell into his back next to me. I closed my legs and r looked up and over at him, hand on his chest, catching his breath. I kissed his shoulder and he looked over at me, a blissed out look on his face and I smiled.

“You got game Harv.” I giggled and looked down at my stomach, and he sat up.

“I’ll get you cleaned up.” He leaned to me and placed a kiss on my lips before standing up, and proceeded to do just that.

The next day, noon

Harvey slept over last night, but when I woke up at six he was already gone, there was a note on the kitchen table in his hand writing that advised me to hydrate and thanking me for the good night. The wine glasses that were left outside were clean and on the drying rack as well. I had already gotten what I had to get done outside done, but it was another rainy day, absolutely down pouring. I had to change my clothes even though I had on my rain jacket, so I decided today would be a day that I would take to myself.

I was laying in the couch reading, some cable show playing on the tv. My reading was interrupted by a knock on the door, so I placed my marker in the book and got up quickly and headed to the door. I unlocked it and opened it.

“Hi.” Harvey smiled, one hand held a soaked umbrella, his other was behind his back.

“That umbrella didn’t do you too well.” I giggled, seeing the rain spots on his button up, he looked at his shirt and chuckled.

“I guess not, at least I’m not soaked though…I’m sorry I walked out early, there was a shipment coming to the clinic at six thirty I had to be there for.” He explained.

“That’s alright, thanks for cleaning the glasses.” I wasn’t in front of the doorway he could walk in but he hasn’t,”what do you need Harv?”

“I…I wanted to give you this.” The hand that was behind his back came out and revealed a gorgeous bouquet. My lips fell over in shock and soon those like formed the biggest smile. My cheeks flushed as I took it from him, I looked at it for a few seconds before looking back at him,”you’re right…maybe this could work.”

[ktownshizzle]

Nerd & Nerdier | Chapter 6

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader, Jeon Wonwoo x reader; endgame? x reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Attempt At Comedy, Roommates au, Love triangle

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: Moving in with two introverts should have been easy. Not when it’s Min Yoongi and Jeon Wonwoo, who decide they both want you. Unhinged, awkward, and nerdy as hell, they proceed to compete for your attention in the most unnecessarily dramatic fashion that culminates into a… rap battle.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Wildly gratuitous, 100% chance you’ll fall in love with both of them so that’s a problem, no mxm dynamics to be expected

✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter Warnings: Kissing, angst, hearts will be broken - sorry :(, wonwoo’s request is kinda fucked up and MC should NOT have done it tbh but alas this is a fanfic, we’re coming close to the end :(

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.9k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: March 22, 2025

✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: OmG writing this made me kinda sad, but angst-lovers, do enjoy this mild slice of UGH! Thanks, Cathy Jae and Aqua for your feedback <3

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5

Of all days for Wonwoo to emerge shirtless from the bathroom, it had to be today. Today when you had told yourself that a decision had to be made. It wasn’t like you to drag things out. Not when, in your heart of hearts, you already knew the answer.

“Wonwoo,” you start, your eyes failing to stop itself from trailing that bead of water from his jaw down to his pecs. You clear your throat. “Do you have time to talk later?”

“Umm.” Wonwoo doesn’t meet your glance, rubbing a towel against his damp hair. You don’t miss the way his shoulders stiffen ever so slightly like he already got a sense where you were going with this ���talk’. 

“Yeah, sure.” If that ain't the most non-committal sure you’ve ever heard.

“We can get coffee later? In that place you really like…” you suggest.

“Mhm. Later…”

Except later never comes and it’s been three days of Wonwoo actively avoiding you.

He’s been holed up in his room for longer than usual. He suddenly has a thousand things to do. Streaming late into the night, conveniently stepping out whenever you’re in the living room, suddenly having plans whenever you suggest one. It’s actually becoming annoying.

This afternoon, you promise yourself to rip the band-aid off and corner him as soon as you can.

Yoongi comes home in three days from his writing bootcamp, and there’s nothing else you want to do than surprise him with good news. But you need to talk to Wonwoo first.

The moment Wonwoo’s door creaks open, you don’t hesitate. You stand from the couch, determined, walking straight toward him.

“Jeon Wonwoo.” You had to whip the government name out.

His eyes go wide—like a deer caught in headlights. “Noona!” His voice pitches slightly, and you can see the exact second he considers turning back into his room.

You grab his wrist. “Stop avoiding me, please,” you pout slightly, letting him go to place your arms across your chest. “I’m this close to attempting to chat with you during your stream, but I don’t want to be flamed by your fangirls.”

Wonwoo exhales sharply, like he knew this was inevitable. He walks back inside his room, tilting his head for you to follow.

You don’t come into Wonwoo’s space a whole lot, but what you always liked are the shelves he put up with his toy collection. It told a lot about his playful personality, even though on the outside he seems a little reserved. A pair of headphones is resting on his desk beside his monitor, screensaver flickering dimly in the dark. A hoodie—one you’ve seen him wear a hundred times—draped over the back of his chair, sleeves twisted like he’d taken it off in a hurry. His bed is unkept, like he just rolled out of it before you pounced on him.

“So…” he starts, patting the cushion beside him, a gesture for you to sit.

You do. But now that you finally have his attention, your throat dries up. Where do you even start?

Wonwoo sighs, leaning on his palms behind him. “I feel like I know where this is going, noona.”

You swallow audibly, eyes glued to the swirly screensaver on his monitor as you try to recall what you meant to say. The words are there, waiting, but they feel impossibly heavy.

Still, you inhale sharply and press on.

“I really care about you, Wonwoo. I really do. You’re so kind, so thoughtful—” You hesitate, throat tightening, but you know you have to finish. "But I—"

“No.”

Huh?

He stands up suddenly, jaw clenched, and then he points at you with a slight huff. “You owe me, noona.” The shift in his tone makes your stomach turn. He’s not angry. Not accusing. But there’s something raw in his voice—something desperate, something pleading.

He meets your gaze, unflinching.

"You promised you’d owe me for that book we got."

“What?” You blink. Then it hits you. The bookstore non-date. The way he ambushed you by paying for your novel before you even reached for your wallet.

But why is he bringing this up now?

“I’m cashing in on the favor,” he says, voice softer. “Just one more date. Let me try again.”

You’re unable to speak. This was not how you imagined this to go. He kneels in front of you, gripping your arms gently, firmly. “Please?”

Your heart squeezes.

Because you should say no. You should be firm, clear, honest. One more date won’t change anything. You know it.

And yet, the way his eyes flicker with the tiniest bit of hope makes something inside you crack.

Your mouth betrays you. “…Okay.”

The next day, Wonwoo takes you somewhere quiet—somewhere with no distractions, no Yoongi, no impending decisions waiting to be made.

It’s a hilltop just outside the city, the kind of place you wouldn’t have known existed if not for Wonwoo. Above you, the sky stretches wide, an expanse of dark velvet dotted with stars that feel just a little closer than usual.

He lays out a blanket, sits beside you, and pulls out a tiny telescope he borrowed just for the night. You watch as he carefully adjusts the lens, angling it toward the sky. He gestures for you to take a look, murmuring something about a nebula just faintly visible this time of year.

But your mind is elsewhere. To Yoongi’s picnic date.

You try to focus on the constellations, they’re gorgeous, but you can’t ignore the way Wonwoo keeps looking at you instead.

You try to enjoy the drinks and sandwiches you bought from the Compose you stopped by along the way, but the sandwich is a bit stale and the iced coffee’s gone watery.

You try. Really, you do.

His lips part, hesitating—like there’s something he desperately wants to say but keeps swallowing back down. 

And then, finally, he lets out a resigned breath. "Is there really no chance for me?"

His voice is softer than usual, but the weight of his words feels heavier than anything he’s ever said to you before.

You turn your head, and he’s already watching you. You open your mouth, but the words stick in your throat. Because no matter how you say it, the answer is the same.

"I’m so sorry."

He exhales sharply. A quiet, humorless laugh escapes him as he tilts his head back toward the sky.

"I knew," he murmurs, nodding to himself like he’s confirming what he had already suspected. "I think I always knew."

You don’t say anything. What could you possibly say?

But when he reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, you don’t stop him.

His grip is firm, but there’s a slight tremor there, like he’s holding on as tightly as he can before he has to let go.

So you let him. Just for tonight.

Your drive back to the apartment is quiet. Not uncomfortable, not awkward—just a silence heavy with the knowledge that this is the end. When you reach your apartment’s parking lot, the night air is cool, crisp against your skin, but it’s not the reason you feel like you can’t quite catch your breath.

Wonwoo’s fingers get tangled with yours again and even though you both know this shouldn’t be, neither of you moves to break the contact.

The apartment is dark when you step inside, lit only by the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the window. You don’t know why neither of you turned on the lights. 

You both hesitate, standing in the living room like neither of you knows what to do now. Like this is where the change happens. Like the moment you do turn on the lights, a new era begins.

Wonwoo exhales, shifting slightly, rubbing the back of his neck before finally turning to you. His eyes flicker over your face, and for a moment, he just looks. Like he’s trying to memorize every last detail before it’s too late.

"Noona."

His voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s enough to send something trembling through your chest.

He swallows hard, hesitating—then his lips part again, voice lower this time. 

"Pretend I’m him."

You almost flat-line.

"Can you?" His voice wavers slightly, and there’s something desperate in the way he says it. "Just this once. Please?”

You stiffen. "Wonwoo—I can’t. We shouldn’t…"

"I just… I just want to know what it’d feel like if you loved me, too."

His hands curl into fists at his sides, like he’s fighting the urge to reach for you. But the way he looks at you—it’s almost unbearable.

Because just like yesterday you should have said no. You should stop this before it gets worse, and you hurt him more than you already have.

But wouldn’t it be a mercy if you did as he asked?

For the last time?

So you do.

You pretend.

You step closer, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing gently against the smooth plane of his jaw. His lashes flutter at the touch, and his breath hitches—like this alone is enough to unravel him.

You whisper the words meant for someone else.

"You make me feel safe."

Wonwoo’s throat bobs. His grip on you tightens, fingers digging into your arms.

"You make me feel alive."

His breathing is shaky now, eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes, searching.

"I knew from the start… it was you."

A harsh, uneven exhale leaves him. His hands tremble.

And then, before you can take it back, before you can stop it, Wonwoo kisses you. He grips your face tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll be gone before he can remember this. You want to pull away, you really do. But then you feel something warm against your cheek.

A tear. Wonwoo is crying.

And your heart breaks.

Because if this is all you can give him—one last mercy, one last lie—you let him have it.

So you kiss him back. Soft. Slow. Not real, but kind enough to feel like it. His fingers press into your skin, trembling slightly, and for the first time, you feel just how much this means to him. How much it’s going to hurt.

When you finally pull away, a draft suddenly chills your skin, seeps into your bones.

Wonwoo shivers. You frown slightly.

And then, your gaze drifts… 

To the wide open door. To the two bags. To the bundle of flowers abandoned by the hallway.

Your stomach drops.

Wonwoo follows your gaze and his entire body stiffens.

And just like that, you realize.

You weren’t alone.

Yoongi was here.

And now—he isn’t.

A/N: Dun dun dun!!! WHERE THE FUCK HAS YOONGI GONE?? And is he gonna want to surface soon? (When art imitates life ffr...)

Tell me what you thought about the chapter? Wonwoo baby I am SO SORRY but... yeah, I have no reasons....

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[2am-writing]

Need a Hand? Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader; Y/n's perspective

Summary: You’re new to Hawkin’s currently moving into the new town. You’re on your way to your new apartment when your car runs out of gas. Little did you know how this shitty situation could turn around. 

WC: 1.3k

A/n: Hi!! My name is Jes and this is my first ever “fanfic” “imagine” type writing ever. I really hope you enjoy it. I have always wanted to start doing this but I never had the motivation, I usually am just a quiet lurking reader. I would love to have some moots, and I would love to keep writing. Feel free to message me ideas or even if you just want to talk!! I hope you like this. (: This is also my first post in 5 years so ahhhhhh

Of course the day I choose to move into my apartment in the small town Hawkins, Indianan just happens to be a dark cloudy rainy day. The rain was coming down relentlessly hammering against my windows, turning the town that absorbed it dull and bleak. 

This wouldn’t have caused me too much of an issue due to the insignificant amount of boxes I had in the back seat.. That is if my car didn’t start sputtering. 

‘Just great’ I thought to myself, I was about 10 minutes from my apartment and now I’m pulled over on the side of the road stranded. I glanced at my gas meter- My car has been causing me trouble recently but I thought it would make it through this move, then I was going to get it fixed. I guess not because 5 minutes ago it read that I had half a tank of gas, and now it’s on empty.

I stay sitting in my car for a moment watching my surrounding environment as I contemplate what I should do next. 

‘I could walk and get gas, I definitely can’t push my car, I could call a tow truck- No I can’t afford that… I could just stay here,’ I go over in my head.. None of these options I wanna do. I just wanted to get to my apartment, rent a movie from the Family Video store across the street, order food, and fall asleep to a crappy movie. My big plans have now been delayed. 

A few minutes went by, and I decided to start my treacherous journey to find a gas station in this dead ended town. I grabbed my purse and keys then slammed the door shut as I embarked on my adventure.

I was about 3 minutes into my walk down this straight dead road, my hair and clothes were already drenching wet as they were sticking to my skin, my face flushed from the cold. That’s when I heard the sound of an engine approaching nearby.

A maroon BMW slowed down next to me as the passenger side window rolled down revealing a handsome man, dark expressive brown eyes, gorgeous thick messy chestnut hair, he looked to be around my age, I was captivated by him, he was without a doubt beautiful.

“Hey,” He called out to me putting his car in park, “I’m assuming you’re not walking in the rain by choice.. Do you need a hand?” Typically I would call stranger danger and tell him to piss off, but something about his vibes felt like I could trust him- Though my judgment could also be clouded due to the fact that I no longer want to be walking in this rain, but oh well..

We make eye contact as I reply, “I actually could, my car ran out of gas and I have no clue where I’m going,” I chuckle out. 

“Hop in,” The mystery man replied back to me as he opened the passenger door from the inside. I don’t hesitate to come in and sit down, 

“Thank you so much, I’m so sorry about your seats I’m drenched-” He cuts me off before I can ramble on further,

“It’s okay, I knew what my seats were getting into when I invited you in.” He smiled at me laughing a little, “I’m Steve, Harrington by the way,” He said, holding out his hand. 

“I’m y/n, y/l/n,” I smile, shaking his hand back, “It’s nice to meet you Steve,”

“I’m assuming you’re new to town? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before”

“Oh yeah,” I reply, “Today’s my move in date.. And well, as you can see I’m not off to the smoothest start” I laughed a little, 

“No kidding” Steve chuckled to him a bit, “Well I have some gas in the trunk, I’ll take us back to your car and you’ll be on your way I guess.” I nodded in agreement, smiling at him once again before breaking eye contact.

Little did I know Steve was absolutely captivated by me, how I was still smiling and seeming so positive after everything that was going on. He wanted to get my car running again, but he wanted to keep talking to me, he wanted to get to know me, why I moved here, why I didn’t get my car fixed before the move, and why was I so willing to get in the car with him, he wanted to know every detail about me. He didn’t know why he felt this way, but something about me intrigued him, this felt different than any other interaction he’s had and he wanted to keep exploring it.

He drove us back to my car and parked behind mine, “Stay right here I’ll go fill it up real quick” I didn’t have time to protest before he left the car leaving me alone in the passenger seat, the rain singing to me as it bounced on the hood of his car. 

A couple minutes later a soaking wet Steve came back in the car, “Man it was pouring hard out there. Your car’s all full though” He commented.

My heart feels like it’s melting and all I can do is let out a small chuckle and smile at him- Why was he being so nice to me? Why wouldn’t he just make me fill up my own car? He really just let me hop a ride, gave me his gas, and stood out in the pouring rain to fill my car. I guess it doesn’t seem like an extreme gesture from an outside perspective, but from my perspective those gestures meant everything. I came from a place of nothing, grew up with nothing, absent parents, fake friends. It’s sad to say but this small moment with Steve I would cherish forever. 

“Thank you so much Steve, I seriously owe you one” 

Steve’s heart felt like it skipped a beat at those words, “It’s no problem, really. Can’t let a gal as pretty as you walk to destination of nowhere in the rain.” 

My face heats up at his comment, and I look down shyly smiling. He quickly follows up, “I’ll take you up on you owing me one though,” I make eye contact with him once again, curious with what he could possibly want from me,

“Yeah, what do you need, anything” I reply my face still burning up from this interaction, 

“Uh- Coffee would be great- But I don’t wanna bombard you with moving in you know- so whenever you have time-” I could tell he was nervous, but that made me feel good. I cut him off before he could continue blabbing, “Coffee would be great. This weekend? Saturday morning?” I stutter, he doesn’t hesitate to reply,

“Yeah- uh- that’s perfect,” He says, falling over his words. I grabbed a piece of paper from my bag before scribbling down my apartment address and phone number before handing it to Steve, “Here” I said not holding back my smile, 

“Thanks y/n, I will see you this weekend then” Steve replied holding the piece of paper tight in his hand but careful not to get it wet, 

“Thank you again Steve, for the ride and the gas, and again I’m sorry about your seats” I laughed a little. Steve took in my smile and laughter, he loved the way I said his name. It sounded natural when it came out of my mouth. To him it was such an innocent pure moment, he thought I was beautiful and kind, he wanted to spend more time with me but he knew I had to get started on moving in, and well, he didn’t want to push any boundaries with us just meeting and all,

“Anytime really, I’m just glad I could help” He doesn’t want to break eye contact, but it has to end eventually. I got out of the car, walking quickly back to mine before closing my door. Steve waited until I successfully started my car and drove off before he too left where we were parked. 

The whole way to the apartment he wouldn’t leave my mind, his kind gestures, his compliment to me, him wanting to see me again. Maybe this move wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

[uceyliyahh]

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summary: Tamaya tends to keep to herself, only opening up to her best friend. During a tumultuous time with her obsessive ex-boyfriend, Tre, who constantly disrupted her life and pulled her back in whenever it suited him, everything shifted when she unexpectedly crossed paths with Jey.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: depression, stalking, domestic violence, emotional abuse.

word count: 7.4k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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

Jey Uso x Tamaya

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𝕺𝖒𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 🤍

As the weekend approached, Tamaya found herself on her lunch break, casually scrolling through her social media feed while enjoying her usual chicken salad. All week long, her best friend Sakshi had been incessantly chattering about her kiss with Jey at the club, and it was beginning to really irritate Tamaya.

Jey would reach out to her via FaceTime and send texts to see how she was holding up since their last encounter at the club. Although she noticed Tre's message, it filled her with fear; she was deeply concerned about Jey's safety and wanted nothing to jeopardize him.

As she enjoyed her lunch, a notification appeared on her screen, revealing a message from Jey. A smile spread across her face as she pondered when he would reach out to her. Setting her fork aside, she eagerly began to type a response.

ZaddyJey🤫💜 sent a message

|| ZaddyJey🤫💜: hey mamas

Maya🪬: heyyy pookie

ZaddyJey🤫💜: pookie? that’s new you having a good day today or what?

Maya🪬: yeah since you’re texting me

ZaddyJey🤫💜: hm glad I’m doing sum right but are you still coming to the cookout tonight?

Maya🪬: yeah I’ll come with Sakshi after work

ZaddyJey🤫💜: good I miss yo’ pretty ass already

Maya🪬: keep missing me then 💋

ZaddyJey🤫💜: very funny how’s work been?

Maya🪬: good just ready to go home honestly also I’m so sorry about Tre he’s a weirdo

ZaddyJey🤫💜: I was goin to ask you bout that is that yo’ ex or sum? He was talking hella reckless in them comments

Maya🪬: yeah…that’s my crazy ass ex boyfriend for ya 😓

ZaddyJey🤫💜: it’s all good baby I’m not trippin on that fool I’m more worried about you

Maya🪬: oh? Really?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: yeah I told you I’m tryna get to know you better mama

Maya🪬: better be careful tryna get to know me I could be more “dangerous”

ZaddyJey🤫💜: that’s fine mama I like em dangerous anyways 🤪

Maya🪬: you is a damn fool 😭

ZaddyJey🤫💜: only for you mamas

Maya🪬: mhm whatever boy you got any kids?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: yeah I do two of em one of them is in college down here in Atlanta and the other one is with me all the time

Maya🪬: you were married? What happened if you don’t mind me asking?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: we just wanted to be friends nothing personal and yes me and their mother are on good terms if you were curious.

Maya🪬: oh well that’s good

ZaddyJey🤫💜: hbu?

Maya🪬: no I don’t have any children I want some though I loveeee children

ZaddyJey🤫💜: I can provide that for you 🙃

Maya🪬: I’m finna block you

ZaddyJey🤫💜: I’m playing mamas I’m playing but nah I’m talking about you and dude.

Maya🪬: oh well that’s kinda personal ngl if I go too deep into it—it’ll just put me in a dark place

ZaddyJey🤫💜: it’s all good mamas you don’t gotta tell me

Maya🪬: all I can say is we dated for four years and I broke up with him

ZaddyJey🤫💜: mhm

Maya🪬: yeah, what time will the cookout start?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: around eight to nine ish

Maya🪬: aight I’ll be there around that time after work

ZaddyJey🤫💜: aight then mama I’ll see you later ❤️

Maya🪬: see you 🩷

Tamaya glanced at her Apple Watch and realized her lunch break had come to an end. She quickly set about tidying up, ensuring that the lunchroom was immaculate before she departed.

With a swift motion, she closed her lunch bag and returned it to the refrigerator. As she made her way to clock back in, her thoughts were consumed by Jey—he had occupied her mind all week after their chance encounter at the club just a few days prior.

At the same time, Jey had just finished an unfulfilling encounter with Seanna, though she seemed to have enjoyed it. Their brief affair began during a day off with his cousins, who decided to visit a strip club to watch the dancers perform on the pole. Upon entering, they settled onto a plush velvet sofa, engaging in lively conversation among themselves.

It was in that moment he caught sight of Seanna gracefully dancing on the pole, radiating confidence. When she noticed his gaze fixed on her, she flashed a playful smirk and blew him a kiss, igniting the spark of their brief romance. He began showering her with gifts and occasionally whisked her away on dates. However, as time passed, she grew increasingly at ease with him, while he found himself losing interest in her allure.

He was only attracted to her because she was a stripper and enjoyed their casual encounters. However, she began to feel entitled to his generosity, thinking they were in a relationship. As a result, she started to cling to him like a lost puppy, following him wherever he went.

Jey was unsettled by how things had unfolded. When he explained that their relationship was merely a casual affair, she refused to accept his words. He realized he couldn't pursue a relationship with someone like her—a stripper—knowing that neither of his parents would ever approve.

Whenever she called, he would turn a blind eye, and when she texted, he would leave her hanging on read. It wasn't that he intended to be disrespectful; he simply found her irritating. The only way he felt he could silence her was by giving in to physical intimacy.

Jey rose from the bed, slipping into his clothes but leaving his shirt off, as Seanna draped the cover over herself, admiring him.

“Where you going daddy?” Seanna asked.

Jey felt a wave of discomfort every time she used that name for him, yet he held his tongue, not wanting to ignite a conflict between them.

“I got to go out to get some stuff for this cookout.” A smile spread across his face as he noticed a text message from Tamaya appear on his screen.

Maya🪬 sent a message

|| Maya🪬: heyyy pookie should I bring something to the cookout yk I just wanted to contribute

Seanna observed a smile on his face, a rare sight in recent times, leaving her to ponder who might be the reason behind his newfound happiness.

ZaddyJey🤫💜: Hell yeah could you possibly bring some drinks and some food while I get the other stuff

Maya🪬: yeah sure I don’t mind

ZaddyJey🤫💜: get some mayonnaise too

Maya🪬: 🤨 nigga ew ya’ll like mayonnaise?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: mhmm we sure do in this family

Maya🪬: aight I’ll get it for a certain someone 😭

ZaddyJey🤫💜: whatchu wearing tonight?

Maya🪬: something I feel comfortable in why?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: you tryna match or what?

Maya🪬: what color?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: black

Maya🪬: I can find something in black

ZaddyJey🤫💜: good, you gonna wear them grills hm?

Maya🪬: how yk I got some grills?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: you have a pretty smile and they were noticeable

Maya🪬: why thank you sir, so what we twinning then?

ZaddyJey🤫💜: Hell yeah only if you want too

Maya🪬: I don’t mind

ZaddyJey🤫💜: aight imma head out to get the stuff for the cookout

Maya🪬: kk

Jey slipped his phone into his pocket as he made his way to the closet to grab a fresh shirt and a hoodie, but then Seanna spoke up.

“Who were you texting.” She questioned him.

Jey glanced over his shoulder, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What difference does it make, Seanna? We're not a couple," he shot back, deliberately keeping his back to her.

“So you taking me on dates and shopping doesn’t mean we are dating?”

"Are you out of your mind? I've told you repeatedly that we're just a casual thing at the moment. I can't understand why you're still hanging around, Seanna." With that, Jey strode out of the bedroom, leaving Seanna stunned by his words.

She couldn't grasp why he was acting this way towards her. The fact that it was just a casual affair didn't bother her; she appreciated his gifts, the dinners they shared, and the passionate moments they enjoyed together. It all made her feel as though she had him completely under her spell.

Anyone who wanted Jey's focus had to step back, as he was hers and hers alone. She would make that clear tonight at the cookout.

Tamaya returned from the store, bringing back all the items Jey had asked for the cookout. As she entered the kitchen, she spotted her best friend gazing at the table piled high with groceries.

“Girl what’s all of this?” Sakshi asked.

“Food and drinks for the cookout that Jey wanted me to get.” Tamaya responded by putting the drinks in the refrigerator to chill, along with the food in the freezer.

“Cookout? Jey having a cookout and I was not informed of this?”

Tamaya sighed dramatically, placing her hands on her hips as she shot an exasperated glance at her best friend. “I literally told you this all week after you wouldn’t shut up about the kiss me and him shared.”

“And I won’t ever shut up about it like ever, but I had seen Tre trippin in yo’ comments.” Tamaya sighed deeply finishing up putting the rest of the groceries up in the fridge. “Girl don’t get me started with his ass I can’t stand him.”

“Have you heard from him since that happened?”

Tamaya sighed and shook her head as she scrolled through her social media, her chin resting on her hand. She wished fervently that he would disappear from her life completely, allowing her the happiness she craved. Yet deep down, she understood that achieving that peace wouldn’t be simple.

“I know he’s crashing out bad after hearing about you kissing another nigga that ain’t him.”

“Honestly girl I don’t really care if he is or not I mean it’s my life not his.”

“Period as it should be bestie, but what time is the cookout starting?”

“Jey said around eight to nine ish, so we’ll get ready around seven I’ll drive us there.” Sakshi nodded her head agreeing with Tamaya as she went towards the sofa.

Tamaya remained in the kitchen, absorbed in her phone as she scrolled through her timeline and the stories of others on Instagram. Suddenly, a text from Tre popped up, prompting her to roll her eyes at his message.

Tre💔 sent a message

|| Tre💔: Yo’ ass better not go to that fucking cookout Maya you didn’t think I wouldn’t know about that? I told you I got people living down there in Atlanta watching you, you better stay yo’ ass home away from that Samoan bitch

Who the fuck does he think he is?

Maya🪬: nigga last time I check we aren’t together anymore and that was about a year ago when I broke up with you so idk why you keep actin like we still together 😒

Tre💔: because you fucking belong to me Maya

Maya🪬: you’re fucking delusional and I don’t belong to anybody

Tre💔: Watch yo’ fucking mouth Maya don’t forget who made you

Maya🪬: nigga you fucking helped me with one fucking thing and think that you made me gtfo Tre please

Tre💔: BECAUSE I FUCKING DID YOU STUIPD BITCH IF I DIDNT HELP YOU PAY FOR YOUR NURSING CLASSES YOU WOULDNT BE WHERE YOU ARE TODAY

Maya🪬: and I am grateful for that but that don’t mean imma get back with you Trevon

Tre💔: god I fucking hate you Maya I really do

Maya🪬: if you hate me so much then leave me tf alone it’s that simple dummy

Tre💔: that smart ass mouth of yours will get you in trouble

Maya🪬: nigga please stop texting me fuck

Tre💔: yk I’m not gonna do that princess imma make yo’ life a living hell

Maya🪬: you do that enough what more damage do you want to do to me?

Tre💔: until you’re mine and I’m in control

Maya🪬: fuck you

Tre💔: don’t go to that cookout with him

Maya🪬: why are you jealous that I’m with someone better than you?

Tre💔: don’t flatter yourself princess that Samoan nigga don’t want you only seeing you as a fling like he does with that stripper he with

Stripper? Jey didn’t tell her about that.

Maya🪬: stripper? He’s with a stripper?

Tre💔: yeah but they’re a fling apparently so you ain’t that special either way he probably just wanna fuck you at that cookout tonight so I would advise you not to go

Tamaya was completely unaware of the stripper Tre was referring to. She wondered why Jey hadn’t brought it up during their text conversation the previous night when they were trying to connect. It was at that moment that Tre's words began to weigh heavily on her mind.

The thought that she might not be “good enough” and was merely someone to “hook up with” sent a chill of fear through her as she contemplated the situation she was stepping into. Just then, a vibration from her phone broke her train of thought, revealing a message from Tre.

Tre💔: yeah I got under yo’ skin like I always do princess so why don’t you just stay home and talk to me tonight

Maya🪬: I fucking hate you bitch don’t text me anymore

In a flurry, she dashed up the stairs to her bedroom after sending that message, leaving her best friend staring after her with a puzzled look, trying to piece together what had just occurred. Rising from the sofa, she followed Tamaya, eager to uncover the mystery.

Upon opening the door, she was met with the sound of her best friend sobbing, a wave of worry washing over her. She quickly moved to her side, settling down on the bed and enveloping her in a comforting embrace.

Sakshi felt her heart shatter as she listened to her best friend weeping. Gently, she ran her fingers through her hair, offering solace before uttering a single word.

“Bestie, what happened?” Sakshi inquired, but Tamaya remained silent, simply displaying the messages exchanged between her and Tre. As Sakshi meticulously read through them, her focus deepened.

The sight of this man harassing her and spreading falsehoods about Jey ignited a fire of fury within her. Unaware of the truth about the man, Sakshi gently set Tamaya’s phone down on the bed, pulling back from their embrace as she noticed the puffiness in Tamaya’s eyes.

“You’re letting him get under your skin Tay, you’re letting him win don’t do that.” She said.

“It’s so hard Saki like really hard bro, after all of the shit he put me through what if he’s right? Bout Jey?” Tamaya replied sniffing her nose.

“Don’t fucking believe him bout what he saying about Jey that’s something you and Jey need to talk about in private about this stripper.” Tamaya brushed away the tears streaming down her cheeks, nodding in agreement with her closest friend.

“You think I should keep my distance?” Sakshi shook her head.

“No, you need to talk to him tonight about it. No running away from this.” Tamaya realized that she couldn't escape this situation as she usually did when she was with Tre, simply because she felt lost and unsure of how to proceed.

Tamaya nodded her head before speaking, “alright I’ll talk to him about it.”

“Good, you’re too pretty to cry over a nigga that treated you like shit. You deserve better bestie for real.” Her and Sakshi hugged each other tightly knowing that Sakshi had her back forever.

As Jey chatted with his cousins, who were arriving for the cookout, each bringing along drinks and food, he took a sip of his beer. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to someone entering the house alongside a girl.

Tamaya and her best friend Sakshi entered the room, and wow, Tamaya was absolutely stunning tonight. He couldn't take his eyes off her from head to toe. She rocked a sleek two-piece black ensemble, paired with a cozy furry hat and stylish black platform Converse, looking incredibly fabulous.

“Hollon Uce, gotta holla at shawty.” Jey remarked as he strolled in her direction.

Tamaya glanced around the room, taking in the beauty of his home. From the elegantly adorned sofas to the vibrant kitchen, the space radiated a touch of Samoan culture. Her eyes caught sight of him approaching, a red cup in hand, as he made his way toward her.

He certainly looked sharp tonight, perfectly coordinated with her. He sported an all-black Nike outfit, complemented by cross piercings in both earlobes, a sleek Cuban link silver chain, and a stylish Rolex adorning his wrist. She was also impressed by his impressive choice of shoes.

He flashed a grin, revealing his sparkling grills, and she mirrored his expression. Setting the red cup on the counter, he opened his arms wide for a hug. She leaped onto her tippy toes, wrapping her arms around him tightly, while he lifted her legs around his waist, both of them savoring each other's scent in a warm embrace.

Jey gently set her down, his hands resting on her waist as he gazed down at her.

“You just know how to style an outfit huh?” Jey said.

“I mean it’s eating ain’t it we are matching.” She replied.

“Hell yeah girl, lemme’ introduce you to the fam.” He had taken the time to introduce her to his friends and family, and to her delight, they all took a liking to her. This included his twin brother, Jimmy, and his cousin, Roman, who both remarked that she was far superior to a girl named Seanna. Tamaya suspected that this Seanna was the stripper Tre had mentioned earlier.

The girl was nowhere in sight, likely hiding upstairs, biding her time for the perfect moment to create a scene and humiliate Jey in front of his friends.

While conversing with his companions, Tamaya sensed his hand resting on her lower back, drawing her nearer to him. This subtle gesture stirred something profound within her.

Occasionally, he would sneak furtive looks at her while conversing with his friends, the scent of her perfume washing over him like a tidal wave, stirring a deep longing within him for something she possessed.

“So what do you do Tamaya?” Trinity asked.

“I’m a Pediatric Nurse, I work with children.” She replied.

“Oh my god for real? That mean you gonna make sure my future kids are good?” Tamaya chuckled at her reply while nodding her head as she continued talking to Trinity.

“Isn’t that the same girl from the club a couple of days ago Uce?” Jimmy asked.

Jey nodded his head while taking a sip of his beer in his red up, “yeah, that’s her. She’s so bad”

“You tryna get with her or what?”

“Yeah, like I wanna have a serious relationship with her I think Takecia would like her honesty.” Jimmy nodded as he listened to his twin brother talk about Tamaya. It was then that he spotted Seanna emerging from the back, joining the others as they headed in their direction. Excitedly, he nudged his brother and pointed.

Jey let out a heavy sigh, his fingers running through his mullet as he silently wished that Seanna would keep her cool while approaching them. However, Seanna's eyes narrowed when she spotted his hand resting on Tamaya's waist, a surge of anger rising within her at the sight of her "man" being so familiar with another woman.

“Jey, who the fuck is this?”

Tamaya spun around at once, recognizing the girl Tre had mentioned—the stripper. While she couldn't deny that the girl was attractive, she felt even more beautiful with Jey's hand resting on her waist.

“Seanna, don’t start no shit bro. what the fuck are you even doing here I thought you left?”

“Why would I leave?”

“Because we aren’t together?”

Seanna smacked her lips as she looked at Tamaya up and down with a stank face. “Who is this bitch?”

Tamaya looked offended by what she had said, “bitch? Girl I’m not a fucking dog hoe.”

“Hoe? Girl you the one who’s a hoe stealing my man.”

“Last time I check he said he didn’t claim you.”

“Girl, he don’t be saying that when he be saying that when he be fucking me unlike you I don’t know what he sees in you probably just another fling but I’m the prize here.” The words hit her hard, piercing her heart, but she chose to conceal her feelings in front of his companions to avoid any humiliation.

“If you were the prize you would’ve been with him instead of him throwing you to the side, seems like he’s more interested in me than you.” Seanna attempted to charge at Tamaya, but Jimmy quickly restrained her, preventing any confrontation. Meanwhile, Tamaya remained unfazed, having faced far worse challenges in the past.

She informed Jey that she required a moment, then turned and made her way back into the house. Ascending the stairs toward one of the bedrooms, she closed the door behind her and started to crumble.

The words Seanna spoke echoed in her mind, bringing back memories of Tre, who had a way of dragging her down and shattering her mental well-being. It plunged her thoughts into a dark place, filled with painful recollections of their time together. As she wiped away her tears, she found herself sniffling, overwhelmed by the weight of those haunting memories.

She walked restlessly from one end to the other, desperately attempting to soothe her frayed nerves and rein in her emotions, yet each time she heard those haunting words and voices in her mind, she faltered.

‘Another fling’

‘Someone to fuck on’

‘Not good enough’

‘That Samoan nigga don’t like you for real he just want to fuck on you.’

‘Remember I made you’

The words Tre had spoken to her echoed in her mind, diminishing her sense of self. Once again, she felt herself slipping away, and doubts crept in—perhaps attending the cookout was a mistake after all. She should have heeded Tre's advice.

As she hastily dried her tears, she heard a knock at the door, determined to hide any trace of her sorrow. She caught a glimpse of Jey's head poking out from behind the door.

“Hey, can I come in?” Jey asked softly as Tamaya nodded her head.

Jey entered the room, closing the door softly behind him. He took a seat beside her, but she didn’t glance in his direction. Instead, she nervously played with her fingers, anticipating his words.

“I’m sorry bout her, she was suppose leave earlier.”

Tamaya wiped her nose, “it’s okay I’m not trippin’ about it anymore she seems very adamant about you.”

He chuckled at her, “nah she’s just some stripper I met at the club just a fling now she thinks we are in a relationship.” Tamaya chuckled bitterly while shaking her head. “She’s definitely delusional.”

“You said something right tonight.” Tamaya kept her gaze averted until he brought it up.

“Look at me angel, lemme’ see yo’ pretty face.” He gently lifted her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze, his deep chocolate brown eyes locking onto hers.

He observed that her eyes were swollen and tinged with red, a clear indication that she had been crying prior to his entrance into the room. Gently, he caressed her cheeks with his thumb as she shut her eyes, savoring the warmth of his affection.

“You’ve been crying baby.”

“N-no I haven’t…” Jey tilted his head, unconvinced by her performance, fully aware that tears had stained her cheeks.

“Don’t do that, talk to me.”

“It’s really personal Joshua, like very personal.”

“Lay it out on me baby I’m listening.” Tamaya started to share the tumultuous journey of her past four years with Tre, detailing the constant ups and downs of their relationship. As she spoke, she revealed her scars, including a particularly haunting one on her rib cage, a painful reminder of when Tre had stabbed her.

Jey's gaze softened as he caught sight of the scar on her rib cage. Listening to her recount how she nearly lost her life because of him shattered his heart into countless fragments. It was no wonder she needed a moment to collect herself; Seanna had said something that struck a nerve.

He noticed a tear rolling down her cheek as she rose to her feet.

“I’m sorry…this is a lot..” she said softly while sniffing her nose.

She sensed him rising from behind her, his arms encircling her waist, radiating warmth as his neck nestled against her shoulders.

“It’s okay I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I fucking hate him so much…I-I fucking hate him Joshua.” She sensed herself crumbling once more as Jey gently turned her to face him, allowing her to weep freely against his chest.

He gently caressed her hair, murmuring tender words of comfort into her ear, assuring her that all would be well and that he was by her side. “I know mamas, I know. I’m right here.”

Tamaya had never felt this exposed with anyone else except her closest friend. In Jey's embrace, she found a profound sense of safety; the warmth radiating from his body and the comforting scent of his cologne wrapped around her, bringing peace to her heart and soul.

She usually managed to control her emotions during tough times, but tonight felt different. His presence held a special significance for her.

He paused for a moment, taking in her flushed cheeks and swollen eyes, her lashes glistening with tears. Gently, he wiped away the last remnants of her tears, cradling her chin tenderly before he began to speak.

“You deserve better, you’re way too beautiful to be treated like that.” Jey says softly.

“Way too fucking beautiful at that.” Tamaya studied his facial expressions, noticing a glimmer in his eyes that was unfamiliar to her. It was as if he was silently longing for her presence.

He leaned in, his hands gently cradling her chin, as their noses grazed against one another. Their lips hovered tantalizingly close until he finally took the plunge and kissed her.

The kiss unfolded slowly and tenderly, a soothing balm she craved as she encircled his neck with her arms, while his hands rested softly on her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. Their tongues danced and battled for control, reminiscent of wild creatures, as she began to retreat toward the bed.

He tracked her every motion, refusing to lose sight of her, until he found himself positioned above her, nestled between her legs, with her balanced precariously at the edge of the bed.

“Joshua…” she murmured between the kiss.

“What’s up mama?” He murmured back before pulling away.

“I think we should head back down to the cookout.”

“I mean we could stay up here if you want to.”

Tamaya shook her head, “I think I’m okay now.”

He pressed his lips to hers one final time, relishing the moment as he assisted her in getting off the bed and adjusting their clothes. Tamaya then slipped into the bathroom to wash her face, having shed so many tears. Meanwhile, Jey followed her in, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

Once she had finished washing her face, she noticed him leaning against the door, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that suggested he wanted to absorb every detail of her as she walked by. The moment he caught a hint of her fragrance wafting from the bathroom, he reached out, wrapping his arms around her waist, catching her off guard as he looked down at her with a smoldering intensity.

“You’re so dangerous got me actin crazy right now baby.”

“Well continue to act crazy then sir this cookie jar is closed for right now.”

“Oh? So you wanna play like that huh?” As she slipped from his embrace, she flashed him a dazzling smile that showcased her grills, making her way down the stairs to the kitchen, leaving him longing for her presence.

As Night Falls drew near, everyone began preparing to depart, seen gathering food or assisting with tidying up the house and the backyard alongside those who remained. Meanwhile, Tamaya stood outside, her feet splashing in the water, lost in thought about the events of the evening.

There was a bond between her and Jey that mirrored the one she shared exclusively with Sakshi, her closest friend. This made him fortunate to secure a top spot on her list of trusted individuals. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of his soft-spoken words and the way his kisses sent her into a whirlwind of emotions, driving her to the brink of madness.

She noticed the longing in his eyes, a clear indication that his heart was set on her and not on that Seanna girl. As the water flowed over her feet, she heard the sliding door creak open and turned to see Jimmy stepping outside.

“Hey, Tamaya me and Trin finna take yo’ best friend him since she had to many to drinks.” Jimmy said.

“A’ight then be careful tho she’s a handful.” Tamaya replied while chuckling at him.

“I think we can handle her you good though?” Tamaya smiled and embraced him tightly before he turned and headed back into the house, car keys in hand.

Tamaya concluded it was time to head home as she had a day off tomorrow, allowing her to catch up on some much-needed rest before the week began. She lifted her feet from the pool, shaking off the water to dry them, and then picked up her shoes and socks as she made her way back into the house.

Amidst the few individuals lounging on Jey's sofa, either slouched or engaged in lively conversation, she focused on slipping on her socks and shoes. Bending slightly to adjust them, she noticed Jey was nowhere in sight, likely occupied with Seanna at that moment, just as she finished securing her shoes.

In that moment, she felt a sudden smack on her backside, nearly causing her heart to leap out of her chest. As she spun around, ready to throw a punch, she discovered it was Jey standing behind her, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his antics.

“You play too fucking much Joshua.” She says while nudging him on his shoulder.

“Can’t be bending over like that when I’m near angel.”

As they locked eyes, the haunting melody of Frank Ocean's "Novacane" filled the air around them.

“I can bend over whenever I want, you ain’t gonna do nothing about it.” Jey furrowed his brows, setting his red cup on the table before stepping closer to her.

Tamaya remained frozen, resembling an innocent child who had committed no offense, as she felt his hand encircle her throat and the other rest on her hips. The music playing in the background filled the silence, amplifying the palpable tension that hung between them.

Their noses almost grazed, as their lips lingered close, wavering between hesitation and desire.

“You tryna get me riled up mamas? Because don’t start something you can’t finish.” Jey leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper as he locks his gaze onto her deep chocolate brown eyes.

She looked at him innocently, “I told you I’m dangerous pookie.” He held her firmly against the table's edge, longing to press his lips to hers and savor the sensation of their tongues entwining.

His rigid form pressed against her, while his lips started to explore her jawline, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses that coaxed a moan from her lips.

He pressed his lips against her neck, drawing on it as if she were his quarry, savoring her essence and leaving marks as though she were his Luna. The sensation left her mind swirling in a haze, while an unsettling feeling crept over her, as if someone were observing their every move, witnessing the scene unfold before their eyes.

Seanna stood by, her heart shattering as she witnessed the man she believed was hers sharing a kiss with another woman, leaving her feeling utterly betrayed.

‘What does he even see in her that he doesn’t with me?’ All she could do was watch as he lavished his affection and attention on the girl, but everything changed when she saw him set Tamaya down on the table; that moment ignited something within her.

The way his hands roamed over Tamaya’s body and its curves infuriated her. She was well aware that she was the superior choice for him, so why would he opt for this other woman instead?

What could possibly explain his lavish treatment and all the special moments they shared if they weren't in a relationship? To her, they were undeniably a couple, so witnessing him kiss another woman felt like a double blow to her heart.

Jey's hands gripped Tamaya's hips, pulling her closer as he squeezed gently, their tongues dancing in a heated battle for control. He could feel the pressure of his arousal pressing against her, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

“You see what you did to me baby? You feel that shit don’t you?” He murmured between the kiss.

“I can feel it rubbing up against me.” She murmured softly almost losing herself to this man.

He grabbed her hand placing it down on his throbbing cock feeling nothing but pre-cum coming out from it. “Touch it, please touch it.” She touched it without hesitation causing a groan to escape his lips as she did so.

She was rubbing her thumb against his dick that were against his jeans almost teasing him she could see him folding beneath her touch that’s the effect she had on him.

They linger in a passionate embrace, their lips entwined, before reluctantly breaking apart—locking eyes that shimmer with pure desire and an elusive emotion they can't quite define.

“You’re wet Joshua.” She says softly as she felt him kiss her lips again.

“You got me like this in a public space mamas.” He replied softly.

“You know I gotta go home.” She could hear him let out a deep sigh, fully aware of the sexual frustration he was likely experiencing at that moment. “Fuck, can’t you stay just for a little bit longer?” His hands were still firmly on her butt squeezing them.

A silent plea shimmered in his eyes, urging her to remain by his side, yet the echoes of Tre's words haunted her thoughts, casting a shadow over the moment. “He only wants to fuck on you” “he doesn’t want you for real.”

She felt a chill of fear at the thought that this was likely all he truly wanted to achieve, or so she assumed.

She gently pushed his hands away as she stood up from the table, unwilling to accept being treated as just a temporary fling. The thought of being used and discarded, especially with him involved with that stripper, was something she couldn't bear.

She had no desire for that.

She was letting Tre win yet again.

She was letting his words get to her.

Before she could reach for her purse and phone, she sensed his hands resting on her waist. "Just stay; we don’t have to do anything, I promise," he said. She turned her head to face him directly.

“How can I trust you? I know I’m just a pretty face and have a nice body figure but if you’re doing all of this just to fuck and then leave me under the mat then this conversation is over with.”

Jey drew her body nearer to his, their faces just inches apart as she looked up at him.

“I’m not here for allat, I told you I want to get to know you better mama. Don’t compare me to whatever you and ol’ dude had going on cuz I’m different than him.” She gazed into his eyes and recognized the sincerity behind them; if he weren't truly committed, he wouldn't have taken the step to introduce her to his people as he did today.

“Just stay tonight ion’ want you driving home by yourself” With that, she surrendered to him, nodding as they separated from one another. “If I’m spending the night with you what would I wear and what about shawty?”

“I’ll let you borrow some of my clothes for tonight and as for her I’ll tell her to leave she wasn’t supposed to be here anyways.”

Tamaya gave a nod as she set her purse down on the small table beside her.

“Just head upstairs and take a shower I’ll be right there.” Tamaya complied with his request and ascended the stairs, her movements captivating him. He couldn't help but be entranced by the way her backside swayed in her sweatpants.

After enjoying a soothing warm shower in Jey's bathroom, Tamaya slipped into his clothes, donning his boxers and a trendy yeet crop top. She pampered her skin with coconut lotion she had stashed in her purse, and she put on her bonnet, prepared for moments like this.

As she focused on her task, she failed to notice him leaning against the doorframe, observing her. When she finally turned around, a startled gasp escaped her lips, her hand instinctively flying to her chest at the sight of him.

He let out a laugh as she flashed him the middle finger before saying anything. “you can’t be scaring folks like that Joshua!” She scolded him.

“My fault mamas, I just was admire how good you look in my clothes didn’t mean to scare yo’ tiny ass.” Tamaya shot him a fierce look as she approached, her posture radiating confidence as if she were above him. She playfully nudged him, but in an instant, he seized her by the throat, compelling her to yield to his grip.

“Look how you submit to me, thinking you tuff and shit little one.” He gently pressed his lips against hers before releasing his grip on her throat. As she turned to walk away, she playfully smacked her lips at him, making her way to the opposite side of the bed.

She nestled into the sheets, cocooning herself in the blanket as the bed dipped under Jey's weight when he joined her. He encircled her waist with his arms, drawing her nearer, enveloping her in the comforting warmth of his body.

She was restless, shifting from side to side in search of comfort until he broke the silence, asking, “Are you alright over there, angel?” She turned to him, her face lighting up with a reassuring smile as she nodded in response.

He sensed her unease in their current situation, so he gently released his hold around her waist and instead drew her closer to his chest, allowing her to feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

She gently rested his hand on his chest, taking in the intricate tribal tattoos that adorned his body, winding across his arms and back. What captivated her the most were the names of his children, beautifully inked into his skin.

“Is this comfortable for you?” He asked softly.

She gazed up at him, fully aware that nothing brought her more comfort than the sound of his heartbeat. It served as a calming balm for her, a fact he remained oblivious to, despite her openness about her emotions.

“It’s very comfortable for me.” Tamaya responded with a yawn, settling in more snugly against his chest.

Jey observed her as she slipped in and out of slumber, her eyelids fluttering gently as she surrendered to sleep. Meanwhile, he remained awake, captivated by the beauty that lay before him. Today, he had glimpsed her vulnerability, listening to the stories of her past and the struggles she endured with Tre, and it shattered him.

How could someone like Tre treat a girl like Tamaya in such a way? Jey couldn't fathom ever behaving that way towards her. To him, she was incredibly valuable and gentle, always keeping to herself to steer clear of any drama. With a beautiful face and a warm smile like hers, who wouldn't be drawn to her?

To him, she was like a breath of fresh air, filling the entire room with her presence every time she entered, captivating him even more.

A tear slipped from her eye, and as he noticed it, his gaze softened. Gently, he brushed it away with his thumb and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

Perhaps what she truly needed was a trustworthy companion who could love her the right way, rather than subjecting her to endless turmoil.

Perhaps all she truly required was someone to bring her joy, and he was that person. Whenever he was near, a smile would light up her face.

Perhaps he could dismantle the barriers she has constructed to shield herself from the pain of another heartbreak.

So she didn’t have to feel scared anymore.

He didn’t want her to feel scared around him.

He wanted her to be more open and he was the person to get her there too.

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itstrevon: so you did go to the cookout after I told you not to? you’re so fucking stubborn 😒

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itstrevon: @ uceyjucey nigga who tf is you? I hope you ain’t her new nigga because I’ll fuck you up

uceyjucey: @ itstrevon if I am yo’ ass ain’t finna do shit stupid bitch

itstrevon: @ uceyjucey aight bet that up when I see you it’s up there bitch ass nigga

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a/n: will Jey be able to break down Tamaya’s walls that she has been building up or will Tre get in her head again?

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𝓙𝓔𝓐𝓛𝓞𝓤𝓢 - Park Sunghoon

pairing : jealous!sunghoon x reader

warnings : smut, unprotected sex, choking, 📷, dacryphilia, creampie (lmk if i missed any)

this is my first fanfic + i'm not fluent in english so please don't be harsh on me!! 💙

Sunghoon was the type to be jealous over anything. Talking with some boy other than him was enough to put him over the edge and you knew it damn well. The way he looked at you and that random guy who casually asked for your number because he thought that you're single. How wrong he was... Well, you decided to give him that damn phone number simply because you wanted to tease your boyfriend a little bit. When sunghoon saw you passing your phone to him that's when he felt like he was going to kill you.

When you both arrived at home the first thing that he did was kissing you agrressively until you couldn't breathe.

"You think you're funny? Giving him your number in front of me? God, you're such a slut actually." Sunghoon said as he started marking your neck purposely leaving hickeys to show everyone who you belong to.

"No, it's not like that" You tried to explain but the boy didn't let you as he shoved his two fingers in your mouth making you gag.

"I saw what i saw, I'm not dumb Y/N"

As soon as those words left his mouth he carried you through the bedroom and pushed you on the bed

"If you wanted my attention so badly you could have just said that"

In the blink of an eye all your clothes were gone leaving you on expose for him.

"There's no need to be easy on you right?"

You didn't respond. It was so obvious, he was jealous as hell.

"So now you're quiet." He said as he pushed his whole length inside you and immediately started thrusting making you scream since you didn't have time to adjust to him.

Moans were coming out of your mouth like crazy. It hurted but something about Sunghoon and the whole situation that you were in made you almost beg for more

His thrust were rough and fast, Sunghoon basically wanted to fuck his anger out by using you

"Yeah, you like that huh? Being fucked by my cock? Is that what you wanted since the beginning?"

He grabbed your neck and started choking you. The sudden action made you cry from overstimulation. The lewd noises coming from pounding your hole were getting louder and louder.

Suddenly Sunghoon pulled out of you and grabbed your phone which was next to the bed. You looked at him confused. Why did he stop? Just a second ago he was fucking your brain out and now he stops?

"How about we show that guy who do you belong to huh?"

"What do you-" You couldn't finish the sentence as he started pounding into you once again making you a moaning mess. As you were getting closer to your orgasm you heard a familiar voice coming through the phone. Oh Fuck. It was that guy who asked for your number today.

"You know who that is?" He didn't stop fucking you as he was asking you that. Of course you knew!

"H-hang up!" You moaned feeling your walls clenching at his length.

He did listen to you tho thinking that hearing you both fuck would be enough to let him know to give up.

"I'm close baby" Sunghoon moaned as he cummed into your walls. Soon you got off too with no energy left.

It took you a while to actually understand what happened. You looked at Sunghoon but all you could find on his face was a grin.

"You know I'm jealous when i see you with other guys."

[lloveboo]

ALL THE WAYS WE BURN - a Kim Mingyu fanfic

pairing: kim mingyu x f!reader, ceo!mingyu x employee!reader

genre: office romance, sexual tension, yearning, heavy angst, slow burn

previous chapter: Under His Gaze

next chapter: Unspoken Tensions

Chapter Three – A Step Closer

Nova

The conference room was filled with the low hum of conversation as the project team gathered, flipping through their notes and preparing for the next phase of the project. I adjusted in my seat, next to Lila who was scrolling through her tablet with furrowed brows.

A team member took the lead standing at the front of the room and clicking through slides as he outlined the upcoming steps. My focus wavered between the presentation and the quiet shifts in Lila’s demeanour beside me. I didn’t think much of it at first.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her press a hand against her lower stomach her fingers were gripping the fabric of her shirt just for a moment before she let go. Her brows pinched ever so slightly with a flicker of discomfort across her face before she masked it completely.

I leaned in slightly towards her, keeping my voice low. “You okay?”

Lila barely glanced at me, offering a small and tight smile. “Yeah, just a little off today.”

I studied her for a moment. She was a hard worker, dedicated, sharp, and efficient but something about the way she dismissed it didn’t sit right with me.

I let it go. If she wanted to talk about it, she would.

The presentation continued and by the time it ended Lila was back to her usual self, making sharp remarks about the next steps and assigning tasks with precision. If she really wasn’t feeling well, she was good at hiding it.

As we gathered our things, my eyes caught movement outside the glass walls of the conference room.

Mingyu.

He was walking past with effortless confidence, the sleeves of his designer shirt rolled up slightly. His hands were tucked casually into the pockets of his suit pants and his dark eyes flickered towards the room as he passed.

Towards me.

Our gazes met for just a second, one heartbeat, then another.

Then he was gone.

I swallowed, pressing my lips together as I grabbed my notes. I need to get it together.

Later in the day, we were in the office canteen for lunch and I noticed Lila’s odd behaviour again.

We sat together with a few other coworkers, discussing work and our plans for the weekend, but Lila wasn’t eating much. She picked at her food absentmindedly, barely contributing to the conversation.

“You sure you’re okay?” I asked again.

She blinked, like she hadn’t realised she had zoned out. Then she smiled, reassuring. “Yeah, just not that hungry.”

I hesitated, but eventually nodded. It wasn’t my place to push but something still felt off.

And then I felt it.

A presence.

My skin prickled before I even turned my head, and when I did.

It was him.

He was at a nearby table, seated with Vice CEO Seungcheol and a few other high-rank executives. He wasn’t looking at me at least not obviously, but I caught the way his posture shifted ever so slightly when I turned toward him.

I shouldn’t have stared.

But I did.

And when he finally glanced my way even for the briefest second, my breath caught.

He looked away first, continuing his conversation as if nothing had happened.

As if my heart wasn’t racing like I’d just run a marathon.

That night, after I got home, my phone buzzed with a message from Lila.

Lila: Hey, I haven't been feeling well so I won’t be able to come in tomorrow. Can you cover my presentation?

I sat up in bed, reading the message twice.

The presentation.

The one in front of Mingyu, Vice CEO Seungcheol, and other high-ranking executives. It was the presentation that Lila and me worked on, the one that she was supposed to present as the team leader.

My heart thumped harder in my chest but instead of panic, something else settled inside me. It was determination.

I took a deep breath and texted back.

Me: I got it. I hope you get some rest.

Tomorrow, I’m going to have to prove myself again.

The soft chime of my alarm pulled me from my sleep before the sun had even fully risen. I reached over silencing it with a groggy moan but I didn’t have the luxury of lying back down. Today was too important.

Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes and forced myself up. The apartment was still quiet, Charlotte doesn’t need to wake up for school for another hour, which gave me enough time to make some final tweaks to the presentation.

I wrapped myself in a hoodie and made my way to the small desk in the corner of the living room, where my laptop sat.

I had gone over Lila’s notes last night, memorising key points and making sure I was fully prepared but there were still some details I wanted to refine. A stronger opening. A clearer explanation of one of our projections. And more precise visuals.

I lost track of time as I worked, immersed in detailing the slides until I felt satisfied.

A soft creak behind me made me turn. Charlotte stood in the hallway rubbing her eyes and her hair messy from rolling in her sleep.

“You’re up early,” she mumbled, voice thick with drowsiness.

I smiled, closing my laptop. “Big day at work.”

She yawned, stretching her arms. “You’re always working hard.”

“I don’t mind” I said, getting up and guiding her towards the kitchen.

We made breakfast together scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. It was our usual routine, a comforting normalcy before we both left for the day.

As we ate, Charlotte studied me. “You look nervous.”

I swallowed a bite of toast, raising an eyebrow. “Do I?”

She nodded. “Is it because of that CEO guy?”

I nearly choked. “What?”

“Mingyu,” she said casually, taking a sip of her juice. “You always talk about how intimidating he is.”

I cleared my throat, trying to keep my expression neutral. “I mean, he’s my boss. And he’s… definitely intimidating.”

And devastatingly handsome. And smart. And—

Charlotte smirked, clearly unconvinced. “Well, good luck.”

We finished breakfast and she headed her way to school and I headed to the office.

I arrived earlier than usual, stepping into the near-empty office. The hum of conversations and soft tapping of keyboards filled the air as a few early birds worked at their desks.

Taking a deep breath, I made my way to the conference room.

This was it.

I spread out my notes, pulled up the presentation on the large screen, and went over everything one last time. My hands were steady, but my heart was a different story, beating just a little too fast.

I can do this.

But the moment I thought about who would be sitting at the head of the table watching me with his dark eyes, my stomach flipped.

I clenched my fists shaking off the nerves. This wasn’t about him. It was about proving myself.

Slowly, the room began to fill. Executives, team members, and finally him.

Mingyu walked in with Seungcheol beside him, his presence commanding even in the casual way he adjusted the cuff of his suit.

His gaze flicked to me and just for a second it felt like everything else had faded.

But then he took his seat, expression unreadable, and the meeting officially began.

I exhaled and stepped forward.

The moment I started speaking, my nerves melted away.

I presented with confidence, explaining the project’s development, breaking down the projections, and answering questions with ease. This was what I was good at, analyzing, thinking ahead and proving that I deserved to be here.

I could feel eyes on me but one pair burned hotter than the rest.

He sat back in his chair, his sharp gaze unwavering, his fingers lightly tapping against the table as he listened. His expression was still unreadable but I could tell he was paying close attention.

When I finished explaining a key point about design efficiency I paused, scanning the room.

Then, a deep voice cut through the silence.

“How do you plan to handle the risk factor if unexpected costs arise?”

Mingyu.

I turned my head, meeting his gaze head-on. He was challenging me. Testing me.

And I wasn’t about to back down.

“By building contingency plans into the budget,” I answered smoothly. “We’ve allocated a percentage for unforeseen costs, ensuring flexibility without sacrificing quality. Additionally, we can adjust materials if necessary while maintaining the original vision.”

A beat of silence.

Then, Mingyu’s lips curled slightly. “Good.”

A rush of satisfaction bloomed in my chest, but it was quickly replaced by something else when I realized, he was still watching me.

The air between us thickened. His gaze didn’t waver, even as the discussion moved forward. It was like an invisible thread had formed between us, pulling us closer in a room full of people.

I forced myself to break eye contact, heart pounding.

Because I liked the way he looked at me.

Mingyu

Nova commanded the room effortlessly her voice was steady and her confidence unwavering. I leaned back in my chair, one elbow resting on the armrest as I watched her. She had everyone’s attention but I doubted anyone else was analysing her as intently as I was.

I knew she was sharp, I had seen a glimpse of it during our first meeting. But now, watching her handle herself under pressure, I felt something tighten in my chest.

She wasn’t just presenting; she was owning the space. Every word was intentional, every slide backed by solid reasoning.

I let my gaze wander, taking in the way her fingers barely trembled as she clicked through the slides, the soft glow of the projector casting shadows along the delicate curve of her jaw. And then there was her figure, the way she stood so gracefully that it made it impossible to look away.

I shifted in my seat, jaw clenching. This was business. Just business.

“That’s an ambitious approach,” I said, letting my voice cut through the air. She turned towards me brown eyes locking onto mine. “But have you considered the logistical limitations? Your plan assumes the project site will accommodate such changes without delay.”

Something flickered in her expression.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied without hesitation. “I anticipated that concern, which is why I included an alternative timeline with buffer periods for any structural adjustments. If you refer to slide fifteen—” she clicked the remote, shifting the slide “—you’ll see that we’ve already accounted for potential setbacks.”

I didn’t reply immediately. I just watched her. The way she held her ground with such confidence was an unshakable force.

Smart. Quick. She hadn’t just prepared, she had anticipated.

I tightened my grip on the arm rest.

“Not bad,” I said evenly, hiding my approval beneath a layer of professionalism.

She held my gaze for a fraction of a second longer before continuing. The presentation carried on, but I found myself only half-listening. My focus kept drifting to the way she moved, the way her fingers brushed over the table as she gestured, the way her perfume lingered in the air when she passed by me.

It was maddening.

The meeting finally wrapped up chairs scraping against the floor as everyone stood to leave. Nova was busy gathering her notes, her focus entirely on her papers.

“I need you to stay,” I said, my voice low but firm.

Her head snapped up.

The last few executives filed out leaving the room eerily quiet. Nova hesitated, her fingers tightening slightly around the files she was holding before she straightened her posture.

“Close the door,” I added.

She did.

I gestured to the seat adjacent from me. She lowered herself into it while looking at me.

I didn’t speak right away. I let the silence stretch, let the weight of my stare settle on her before I finally said, “Lila is taking maternity leave.”

Surprise flickered across her face. “Oh,” she murmured before quickly regaining her composure. “That makes sense. She mentioned not feeling well recently.”

I nodded. “She’s my most hardworking employee. But now, this project needs a new lead.”

Her breath hitched.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. “That’s going to be you.”

She blinked, lips parting slightly.

For the first time since I’d met her, she looked momentarily speechless. But then, she swallowed, straightened her shoulders, and said, “Thank you for the opportunity, Sir. I promise I won’t disappoint you.”

I studied her, noting the way her fingers curled slightly against the table, the way her breathing had subtly changed. “You’ll be working closely with me from now on,” I said, my voice dipping slightly lower. “I expect the same level of dedication that Lila provided, if not more.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I understand.”

A moment passed.

The tension in the room thickened, stretching between us like an invisible thread had pulled too tight. My gaze flickered downward just for a second, taking in the slight press of her nails against the wood, the way her chest rose and fell just a little too quickly.

Too close. Too tempting.

I forced myself to lean back. “That’s all for now,” I said smoothly. “Be ready tomorrow morning. We have a lot to go over.”

Nova exhaled, standing up. “Yes, sir.”

She turned to leave but hesitated at the door.

Her grip on the handle tightened.

And then she left.

The second the door clicked shut behind her, I exhaled slowly and ran a hand down my face.

This was going to be a problem.

Taglist: @syluslittlecrows

[anotherjheastan]

This Will Be Our Year - A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley FanFic

CW: suggestive, drinking, drinking alcohol

Chapter 1: Tequila Blues

August 19, 2024

Rhea downed her third tequila, neat. Her chest burned and she welcomed the heat. It helped sear away the image of Dom and Liv rubbing noses on another episode of Raw. This had become her new Monday night ritual since SummerSlam. Since Dom not only chose Liv, but betrayed her. 

Rhea looked at her phone, thinking about texting Damian. He had told her to stay in his room. He offered to watch a movie or play Uno, but Rhea had really just wanted to drink. He said he was worried about her and she reminded him she was fine. Heartbroken, but fine. He usually went with her to play bodyguard, but he was tired. And probably also tired of this song and dance, but he didn’t say that. She closed her messages. 

Someone sat at the bar a few chairs down. She looked. It was Jey Uso. She smirked. Jey always appeared at the bar when she was there. He usually had one drink or beer that he nursed through the night. She had talked to Damian about it last week. 

“He’s always here when I’m here,” Rhea said, stealing glances at Jey.

“Oh how odd that he would be at the bar in the hotel we’re all staying at,” Damian said sarcastically. 

Rhea laughed before she could stop herself. “But sometimes he stares at me.”

“Hasn’t he admitted a few times on national TV that he has some sort of feelings for you?” Damian asked. “You’re surprised he’s checking you out?” 

“No. I’m surprised he hasn’t approached me,” Rhea said, stealing another glance. 

“Cuz he knows I’ll stop him,” Damian said. 

“I’m not even that drunk today,” Rhea said, shrugging. She picked up her glass, considering another drink.

“Not yet,” he said. 

With her bodyguard upstairs, she wondered if he would approach. But she felt her liquid courage fueling her curiosity. The bartender handed Jey a Corona and Jey thanked him. Rhea kept her eyes on him. Jey was attractive for sure. And he was funny. Who didn’t love to laugh? But how serious were those feelings of his? Could she drown her sorrows in Jey for the night? Would he be okay with that?

Jey turned his head and their eyes met. Rhea smiled and Jey smiled back.

“Are you finally gonna come talk to me or are you gonna keep staring at me from far away like you’ve been doing?” Rhea asked.

Jey froze for a second. He chuckled and took a sip of his beer. He got up and walked over to her. He sat in the chair right next to her. 

“I can talk to you if you’d like,” he said. 

She looked him up and down. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Jey bit his lip. He was trying to play it cool. It was cute. 

“So how’s your night been?” he asked. 

Rhea shrugged. “Pretty boring actually.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“You can make it more interesting though,” Rhea said, a grin slowly appearing on her face. 

“Oh? How so?” he asked, eyebrows raised. 

Rhea put her hand on his chest, the prospect of feeling something other than sad and drunk surprisingly giving her butterflies. “How about we go back to my room?”

Jey smiled and took her hand, keeping it on his chest. “How about I walk you to your room so you can get some rest?”

Rhea’s brow furrowed and she pouted at the rejection. The heat of embarrassment threatened to take over the heat from the tequila. 

“I thought you liked me,” Rhea said quietly, squeezing his hand. 

“I do,” Jey replied, his voice quiet as well. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“What if that’s what I want?” Rhea asked, her eyes searching his.

Jey looked away from her for a second, the grip on her hand relaxed a little. Her heart sank. It wasn’t a complete lie. She did want him for tonight. She just never thought about him and her being more than coworkers, let alone friends. She was with Dom when his advances started so she never entertained the thought. But maybe in the morning, she would. 

“Well Miss Ripley,” he said, looking into her eyes, holding her hand firmly, “if that’s how you really feel, you can tell me again when you’re sober.”

“Okay,” Rhea said, her liquid courage fading. She felt small. She dropped her head and let go of his hand. A wave of sleepiness washed over her. 

He lifted her chin up and her heart pounded in her chest. 

“It’s okay,” he said gently. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

Rhea nodded. Jey made sure both their tabs were closed. He held out his arm and she held onto it as they walked over to the elevator. 

The elevator ride and the walk to her room was silent, but not uncomfortable. She leaned against her door and looked at him. He smiled. 

“Where’s your key?” he asked. 

“Let me see your phone,” Rhea said. 

He narrowed his eyes at her, confusion on his face. “You sure?”

She nodded. He handed it to her. She put in her number and called her phone. She handed his phone back to him and took the key out of her pocket. 

“Goodnight Jey,” Rhea said. She looked him in his eyes before turning around. 

“Goodnight, Rhea,” he replied. 

She tapped the key on her door and pushed it open. She looked at him one more time, leaning against the doorframe.

Jey smirked. “Go lie down.”

Rhea bit her lip, holding back the words ‘Make me.’ She smiled and waved before closing the door. He gave her a head nod. She heard his footsteps fade away after she locked the door. She grabbed her phone and saved his number. She sighed as she stripped off her sweatsuit, down to her bra and panties.

Of course he was a gentleman, she thought, rolling her eyes.

She took her bra off and rummaged around in her bag for her big tee. She found it and slipped it on. She climbed into bed, her eyes closed before her head hit the pillow. Jey was the last thing on her mind for once. Not Dom, not Liv, not how Damian would come waking her up early with her hangover cure. Just Jey. And the way her hand felt in his. The way he said Miss Ripley. The way he looked sincere and not judgmental. She drifted off to sleep with a small smile on her lips. 

Next Chapter

[ficretus]

Blake ships problematic things

*teams RWBY and JNRO in Vacuo cafeteria*

Jaune: So what are you up to these days?

*scroll rings*

Weiss: I have to excuse myself, SDC related business. *walks away from table*

Yang: Well I am mostly killing Grimm VB. Although I did pick up some sweet lasso skills.

Ren: That's bit odd.

Yang: I got inspired by that girl from that crossover I'm not allowed to talk about anymore due to copyright reasons. I asked Ilia for a help since she is a whip user. I guess you can say she... showed me the ropes.

*audible groaning*

Yang: As for the others. Weiss is trying to keep the company afloat, Roobs is probably doing weapon maintenance.

Ruby: My baby is not gonna clean itself.

Yang: Nora and Ren are helping refugees settle.

Nora: I also picked up an electric guitar... not as exciting as I thought.

Yang: Oscar is trying to stay alive and Blakey is back to writing.

Ren: Blake is a writer?

Blake: Not professional one, I mostly write fanfics.

Ren: What kind of fanfics do you write?

Blake: Mostly romantic ones. I usually delve in more sensual aspects of love.

Ruby: She is writing filth.

Yang: Don't be like that, lot of them are sweet. I almost cried when I read her fanfic about us.

Ren: You write fanfics about people around you?

Blake: Yeah, I wrote at least dozen fics about all of you.

Nora: *stands up* Who do you ship me with?

Ren: Nora, you can't just jump Blake like that...

Blake: Ren.

Nora: *giggles*

Ren: *groans*

Ruby: Blake, I hope you are not making me cheat on my beloved Crescent Rose.

Blake: I ship you with Oscar.

Ruby: That's... acceptable.

Oscar: YES! I mean... very interesting.

Yang: Let me guess, Weiss Cream with Vomit Boy.

Blake: No, that one makes no sense.

Jaune: Fair enough, I was obnoxious to Weiss back in Beacon.

Blake: Oh, that's not an issue. I usually ship things like that, but both of you have better partners.

Jaune: Wait, then who do you ship me with? Emerald? That girl from crossover we are legally not allowed to talk about? Cinder?!

Blake: Oh, that last one might work. Need to write few fics about it.

Yang: No offense VB, but I personally don't care who you are shipped with. But what about Weiss?

Blake: Weiss with Whitley.

Everyone: Wait, what?

Blake: There is nothing more beautiful than relationship between siblings. It's both pure and dirty at the same time.

Ruby: I might puke.

Jaune: Wait, you ship me with Saphron?!

Blake: I ship you with all of your sisters.

Jaune: What the hell Blake?! Is that why you kept asking me details about my sisters?! So you can turn it into smut fic?!

Blake: Ugh, it's not a smut fic, it's a beautiful story about people growing closer before crossing the taboo line.

Jaune: *looks at his scroll* Latest story is titled "7 inches, 7 sisters," how the hell is this respectable?!

Blake: It was a conservative estimate.

Yang: VB don't make this about accuracy of your dick size, there are more pressing matters. Do you ship me with Ruby?!

Nora: Wait, is that why you ship me with Ren? You said we were like siblings back in Beacon.

Blake: I don't ship you with Ruby anymore, I wouldn't want you to cheat on me.

Yang: Anymore?!

Ruby: Yup, here it comes. *pukes*

Ren: Look Blake, you can't ship people with their siblings, it's wrong on so many levels.

Oscar: Oz says it was normal back in the day.

Jaune: Not now Oz.

Ren: Imagine if someone wrote about you having an explicit relationship with your parents. How would you feel?

Blake: Ew, that would just be weird. Those two things are not comparable. Sexual relationship between parent and child would be gross violation of trust. Relationship between siblings is pure.

Yang: IT'S THE SAME! But because you are the single child you don't see anything wrong with it.

Weiss: *walks towards the table* What did I miss?

*five traumatic minutes later*

Ruby: *puking*

Weiss: *crying*

Ren: So Blake, what did we learn today?

Blake: Titling the story "Little brother, big problem" is highly offensive?

Ren: Go on.

Blake: Brothers don't jump their sisters whenever they have their back turned to them?

Jaune: Or in any other circumstance.

Blake: Inbreeding is not funny and "we must ensure our babies have Schnee Semblance and blue eyes" is not good reason to do it?

Yang: Or any reason for that matter.

Blake: You are right, this whole... bro x sis thing was mistake on my part. I'll no longer write stories like that. Sorry Weiss, sorry Jaune.

Ren: See, there is nothing constructive conversation can't fix.

Blake: From now on, I am shipping Jaune with Cinder...

Jaune: Sigh, tiny step forward...

Blake: And Weiss with Winter! I can already imagine it, forbidden love and neither can let it go.

Yang: AW COME ON!

Ren: This might take a while...

[se4ttlellie]

YOU’RE HIS AND NOT MINE - E.WILLIAMS (PART 1)

Warnings : Swearing, anger, wlw relationship, bisexual reader, slight PDA, bullying, hitting people, AU, shouting, use of y/n, loser!ellie

Summary : In which you and Ellie have been best friends for years but, when you get a boyfriend and he starts being a dick to her, things between you and him go down south

Authors Note : This is my first fanfic so I hope you like it. This is going to be part 1 of a 4 part series so get ready. Most importantly, if you think that you recognise this when you’re reading it, you probably have because I started this series on my other account and never finished it so I’m switching it up a bit and finishing it. Hope you like it and let me know if you have any suggestions.

Purple is y/n

Green is Ellie

Blue is Ben

Orange is Dina

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You and Ellie have always been great friends since you were younger and you still are now, completely inseparable.

While you guys are complete polar opposites, you are still so close. She is more introverted and quiet while you are spontaneous and loud but you make the whole ‘opposites attract’ thing work so well.

About 7 months ago, you started dating a guy from your school, Ben and Ellie always seemed to be a little weird around him. You’ve asked her about it but, as always, she would just brush it off.

“Ellie! Ellie! Guess what happened at school today?”

“What?”

“Okay, so, you know that girl-“

Just as you were about to start telling her about your day and this girl at school, you feel your boyfriend’s arms wrap around your waist from behind.

You smile and place your arms over his arms while he buries his face in your shoulder.

You turn back to Ellie but you notice her going all shy and quiet again and you furrow your brows at her, apparently frequent, behaviour around Ben.

“You alright, Els?”

“Oh yeah, I’m good.”

She awkwardly clears her throat and smiles weakly at you but you are still wary. You brush it off and carry on your conversation, telling her about this girl and her new boyfriend.

You all sit down together, Ellie keeping her distance from Ben as he always has to be right by your side.

Ben has been really jealous and possessive since the start of the relationship and it’s been getting on your nerves more and more recently because he just seems to be getting worse and worse.

As you continue your conversation, you notice that Ellie is still being weird and she isn’t being as funny and sarcastic and smiley as she usually is. Something is wrong and you know it.

After a while of sitting together, you smile at Ellie, giving her a long goodbye hug, accompanied by a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Her face goes bright red and the tips of her ears go red as well. You giggle at her awkwardness, completely oblivious to the fact that it’s because she is in love with you.

“See you later, Els.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

“Whatever.”

You sigh at Ben’s passive aggressive behaviour towards Ellie and brush it off. Once again.

Timeskip

You and Ben are back at his house and you’re sat on the sofa together, watching your favourite show with some snacks.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know what is up with Els? She always seems to get weird and quiet when you’re around.”

“I don’t know and I don’t care. You shouldn’t either.”

You look at him, confused and angry at how quickly he brushed off Ellie’s feelings and, more importantly, your concern for said feelings.

“Why? She’s my best friend.”

“Because all you do these days is talk about Ellie. It’s always ‘Ellie this’ and ‘Ellie that’. Why can we not talk about your day or something?”

“Because, as I said, she is my best friend and, even if we are talking about my day, she’ll always be in it.”

“Whatever. I don’t know what’s up with her.”

“Alright fine… I’m gonna text her because she is my best friend and I love her.”

When you say that, your boyfriend glares at you, annoyed and aggressive. You look confused until you realise that you said you love Ellie.

Your boyfriend stands up, without a word and goes to leave. You go to stop him but he is already gone before you can say a word.

You roll your eyes and pick up your phone, texting Ellie to make sure that she is okay.

Hey, Els

Hey, y/n, you okay?

Yeah I’m good I was actually checking that you’re okay because you did that thing again earlier

I know, sorry. I’m just feeling quite tired

Oh okay, as long as you’re alright

Yeah, I am, thank you.

You’re welcome :)

You go back to watching the show before you hear the door creak open again. You look up, feeling annoyed now.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Whatever, it’s fine.”

You reluctantly smile and open your arms for a cuddle. He comes and lays with you, staying like that for the night.

After a relatively broken night sleep, you wake up, cold and groggy at the fact that you have shit lessons at school.

You go up to your room after sleeping on the sofa with Ben and you get ready, checking yourself in the mirror before making your way to school.

When you get to your first class, you sit down and look next to you, expecting Ellie to be there and she isn’t. You look around, confused, trying to find her.

“Dina. Do you know where Ellie is?”

“No sorry. I saw her this morning but she disappeared after that.”

“No worries… thanks.”

Although you told Dina ‘no worries’, you definitely are worrying. This is Ellie’s favourite lesson and she isn’t here? If she wasn’t at school, she would have texted you before hand and she would never skip a lesson.

You text her to see where she is but the minutes keep ticking by and you are continuously left on delivered. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 25 minutes. Then, the lesson is over and she still isn’t there.

When you still get nothing from Ellie, you ditch your second lesson, desperate to find her. When you finally do, she is walking out of the nurses office with an ice pack.

“What the fuck happened to you?”

“Your boyfriend is the biggest dickhead on the planet, y/n.”

“What do you mean? Don’t tell me he did this to you… I’ll fucking kill him!”

She doesn’t respond with any words, just a simple nod because she knows that you are already fuming.

You gently approach her, taking the eyepatch from her cheek and seeing a big cut and a bruise around it. Your face falls when you see it and you look at her, appalled at Ben’s behaviour.

“I’m so sorry, Els. Don’t worry, I’ve got some choice words for him tonight.”

“Alright. Tell me how it goes.”

You laugh at Ellie’s eager reply, her obvious excitement at the thought of some drama bringing a smile to your lips. You nod before taking her arm and going to second period.

Timeskip

It’s the end of the school day and Ellie’s cheek has only got worse, somehow. You scoff at your boyfriend’s actions, seeing her wounded face one more time before saying your goodbyes and parting ways for the evening.

You see Ben and he comes up to you, acting like everything is fine, as usual, and you push him off of you when he tries to hug you.

On your way back to his house, he keeps on trying to get your attention but you won’t listen. The only time you respond to anything he does it when he touches you, you shove him away.

When you get back to his, he is still pushing for you to talk to him and you turn around to him, furious.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

“With me? What’s been up with you for the past 25 minutes.”

“I’ve been trying to ignore you, you really need to learn the art of reading the fucking room but that’s not the point-“

“Then what is the point?”

“I’m getting there! Tell me why, I found Ellie this morning with a massive gash across her face, telling me that you did it?”

His face falls as he realises how fucked he is. He knows that, when it comes to Ellie, it doesn’t matter who it is, if someone has hurt her, they’re done for.

“Babe, I can explain-“

“I really hope you fucking can because what the hell, Ben?! And, stop calling me babe.”

“Fine… y/n… I have just been getting really annoyed and jealous recently about how close you two are. You don’t give me any attention.”

He keeps his voice annoyingly calm as you are yelling and raising your voice. You scoff, your tone full of utter disgust and disbelief. How dare he?

“First of all, why do I have to spend all my time with you-“

“Because I’m your boyfriend.”

“I wasn’t finished. Secondly, what the fuck do you mean ‘recently’? You’ve always been like this, you’ve only just now done something about it.”

“Because I had to. I get none of your time.”

“That’s not true! And even if it is, talk to me instead of assaulting my best friend!”

“Okay, that was dumb and I know that, but I was really angry.”

“So? That doesn’t give you the right to hurt Ellie, dickhead!”

You and your boyfriend argue for hours, him giving meaningless answers to your questions and you becoming more and more worked up as the evening progresses.

After a while, you sit down on the sofa, now knowing if you want to cry, scream or hit something.

You tell Ben that you can’t deal with him anymore and you need to step away before the fight escalates.

“Where are you gonna go? Your parents aren’t home.”

“I’ll go to Ellie’s.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? All this arguing and you’re going to go give her more attention.”

“It’s not attention, it’s fucking respite.”

“Whatever, y/n.”

You call Ellie, asking her if you can come over and, of course, she agreed. You grab your bags, practically running down the stairs and out the door before you start crying.

After you’ve sat down in your car, you take a second, pushing down your unshed tears before speeding to Ellie’s house.

When you arrive, Ellie is already sat by the front door, awaiting your arrival with bated breath. She immediately wants to ask what happened but she can sense that you don’t really want to talk about it.

“Hey…”

“Hey, y/n. Went well huh?”

“Yeah, splendid.”

Your sarcastic response brings a sweet smile to Ellie’s lips as she takes your hand and guides you inside, leading you away from the draughty doorway.

You both head over to her sofa, immediately snuggling up in each other’s arms as Ellie plays with your hair.

Ellie is feeling so giddy right now because she has you in her arms. She knows that it’s nowhere near the right time considering the circumstances but, she nor you can deny how natural this feels.

You stay in her arm for what feels like hours, just ranting about your boyfriend and all the stuff he does that annoys you before she perks up.

“You know why I hate your boyfriend so much?”

“Because he punched you in the face?”

“And called me a loser-“

“Oh Ellie don’t tell me that now, I’m already pissed off.”

You both laugh at your comment, Ellie seeing that you’re getting a little worked up again.

“Besides the point… I mean yes that is one of the reasons why I hate him so much but.. the main reason is because you’re his and not mine.”

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