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TODAY...we're giving you a lowdown on MOBY DYKES which is the funny little tag we've been using for a story whose working title is: FROM HELL'S HEART.... (still pending because this story is in the development stage right now so things are subject to change) Not the tag, though, that baby's eternal
MOBY DYKES uses the whaling and fishering aesthetics of a crusty little town on the sea and infuses it with.. Dyke Drama. It started because Tas created Bonnie, A wherewhale, and said, "who would she have drama with" And I (Winter) came up with 2 options: 1- A whaler 2- A giant squid.
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Cat-astrophe - Min Yoongi / Suga

Summary: Your pet cat keeps going to your neighborâs apartment and itâs a problem.Â
Genre/tags: Fluff-ish, strangers to ???, minor mention of anxiety.
Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader
a/n: cus we're all soft for long haired Yoongi, right? hehe
It had been officially a month since you had moved to a new apartment place. You loved the new place honestly. It was cozy and the neighborhood looked nice. There were many convenience store nearby and the street was always still busy until late at night, making you feel a little bit of secure when coming home late.
While the place was nice it had one tiny downside. It was rather on the far side from your workplace. It took you an hour of bus ride just to get home from the office, so some days could be more tiring than others. And today was one of those tiring days.Â
It was around nine at night on a Monday. Having to work overtime for the deadline and missed the bus, really dreaded you out. You were both tired and hungry, arriving home only to find that your pet cat was missing. It really just was not your day.
To say you were panicking would be a bit of an understatement. Cookie was barely a four month-old cat and had a very tiny body. All the negative possibilities start filling your head and you were horrified by all of them. Not to mention how it was basically forbidden to bring pets in the apartment complex. It was one of the policies but you couldn't help it since Cookie was a rescue.
When you arrived at your apartment lobby with a cat snack on your hand, there wasnât that many people there. You walked past a guy by the front desk, who had medium-length black locks and fair skin, with headphones dangling on his neck. You began to call your petâs name as soon as you were outside the lobby, but suddenly you felt a light tap on your shoulder.Â
âAre you looking for a small black Bombay cat?â It was the same guy who just walked past you.
âOh my god, I am! Have you seen him???â You said, your voice was a little bit shaky.Â
âHeâs in my place, Iâm on the seventh.âÂ
âOh, me too!â
âI know.â
âOh.â You said, surprised at how stoic he sounded saying that, but didnât further question him on it. âIâm so sorry for bothering you, can I go get him now?â
âSure, I was just gonna go up as well.â
When you both entered the elevator, you made a mental note to ask his name or at least introduce yourself. He was a neighbor after all. It was pretty silent inside the lift and you just hoped he didnât hear your stomach rumbling ever so slightly. You took a deep breath, bearing the hunger for a little while.Â
When the elevator door opened you followed him from behind as he led you to his door. When he stopped at his front door, your eyes were widened in shock.Â
âYou live next to me?!âÂ
âYeah.â He said casually and unlocked the door. "I've seen you multiple times."
You chose to not further question and followed him but stopped when you had only took two steps in, because technically, the homeowner had not really officially permit you to come in. The guy seemed to notice how you just stood awkwardly and looked back.Â
âYou can sit down for a sec, Iâll go get him.âÂ
âOh, right⊠yeah. Thank you.â You said awkwardly and walked to sit on his couch.Â
A few seconds later the man came back with your cat in his embrace. Cookie was clinging on his tshirt before he tugged him and gave him onto your lap.Â
âCookie!â You called, almost teary.Â
âI think he jumped from your balcony to mine. Make sure to close your balcony door next time.â
âThank you so much, I owe you⊠uhâŠâ
âYoongi.âÂ
âThank you, Yoongi.â You repeated and introduced yourself in return. âIâm Y/N, and if you ever need anything please let me now.â You said as you stood up, already making your way out.Â
âAlso, thank you for not reporting itâŠâ
âNo problem.â Was all the guy said and by this point you figured he was not much of a talker.Â
You bid your goodbye to your neighbor, which only gained a small nod before he closed the door on you. You walked to your door and let Cookie down as soon as you got inside. Sighing deeply, you began to feel your stomach rumble again, this time it rumbled quite loudly. Your feet were aching from standing on the bus and now your body finally got on how tired you were.Â
Cookie meowed and immediately went to his cat bed and laid down. You sighed and smiled at the small creature.Â
âYou little rascal⊠youâre lucky I love you.âÂ
You then went to your kitchen to cook yourself some instant ramen.Â
The next day you went to work and had to take another overtime. Unfortunately you had to for the rest of the week until your current project was done. It was exhausting but you had to make it and mostly thinking about the bonus pay from it helped quite a bit. You spent the next few days the same, repeating the schedules, and the tiring work.Â
It was almost ten at night that you arrived home and found out Cookie had gone missing again. For some reason your first instinct was to knock on your next door, in hope the neighbor who once helped you, could lend you a hand again, and hoping maybe Cookie just ran to his place again instead of being gone somewhere where it wasn't safe for him.
You knocked on the door and didnât get immediate answer. You waited for what felt like five minutes, before the door opened and you were greeted with the sight of your neighbor with wet hair. He had a small white towel around his neck and the hoop earring that you saw him with before was absent. His skin looked glowing, you probably needed to ask about his skin care routine later.
âSo sorry to interrupt you, I was wondering if Cookie might have gone to your place again?âÂ
âHeâs right there on the couch.â He casually pointed. His expression was straight and had you wondering if he did not mind it, bothered, or simply didnât care.Â
You slowly walked to approach your cat and bent down to its level. âCookie, you need to stop thisâŠâ You tapped the cat's nose, as if scolding the poor cat would do anything.Â
âHe jumped to my balcony again, did you forget to close the door?âÂ
âBut I made sure to close it this morningâŠâ You looked at your neighbor, who walked closer to inspect the cat.Â
âI think he knows how to turn door knobs, since heâs quite a jumper. You need to lock the door.âÂ
âI canât believe this little demonâŠâ You sighed, fingers still stroking the purring cat.Â
âHeâs⊠alright.âÂ
You were slightly taken aback by the response and looked up to him, but much to your disappointment, his expression still looked the same. You were about to get up and excuse yourself, but you notice a small steel bowl under his dining table, half full with what you assumed to be cat milk (I mean, it would be weird if it was his, duh!).Â
âYou also have a cat?â
His eyes followed yours. âOh, that. I got it the first time Cookie came here, I figured he must be thirsty since he came in around noon time.âÂ
âThatâs⊠thatâs very nice of you.â You looked at him and smiled. Somehow him addressing your cat by his name sounded lovely.Â
âYou can have the rest of the milk if you want, since youâve figured out how he escaped and allâŠâÂ
âItâs okay, you can keep it! Just in case he ran into you againâŠâ You chuckled but then stopped after realizing how that just sounded like you did not mind troubling him with your cat continuously. âI mean⊠Iâm sorry, Iâll make sure heâll never escape again.âÂ
âItâs alright, Iâll keep the milk for now.â He paused for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. âJust in case.â
You looked at your neighbor and couldnât help but to feel all warm inside. He seemed like a nice person and from the looks of it he also liked your cat.Â
âThank you so much, Yoongi. Iâll be taking this little guy here then...â You smiled at him and stood up with Cookie in your arms.Â
âI got some dim sumâŠâÂ
You looked at the guy questioningly.Â
âDo you maybe want some?âÂ
âThatâd be too much, itâs okay, you go ahead and eat.â You politely declined. Although you were hungry, you could bring yourself to bother your neighbor any more than what you had done.Â
âHave you eaten?âÂ
âY-yeah?â You asked, afraid you heard it wrong.Â
âHave you eaten?â He repeated. âIf not, then I insist you take some.â
âIâŠâ You wanted to lie, but at this point it would come off as rude if you refuse him again. âI actually havenât. Thank you very much though, I feel so bad that youâre being this nice to me.â
âYou can just eat them here.âÂ
âI donât wanna disturbââ You were awkwardly cut by the sound of your stomach rumbling.Â
âYouâre not disturbing me.â He cleared his throat and looked away.Â
That was embarrassing.Â
And that was how you ended up sitting down on your neighborâs dining table, eating dim sums.Â
In silence.Â
This Yoongi guy really did not like conversation it seemed. He was sitting down on his couch and had turned the TV on. The volume was on but not quite loudly, and Cookie was on his lap, sleeping as he occasionally stroked the catâs head softly. Funny that somehow you could see some resemblance of Yoongi with your cat.
âSo⊠how long have you lived here?â You bit your bottom lip as you waited for his answer. You kind of regretted asking as soon as the words came out from your mouth, afraid it would be awkward.Â
âAround ten months or so.â He paused. âNo, I think itâs been almost a year cause I spent two months overseas.â
âReally? What were you doing overseas?â You regretted asking again. Looking at how quiet Yoongi was, you didnât want to ask too much or indulge into too much conversation, afraid it would be too much for him.Â
But much to your surprise, he answered. âIâm a producer. I was working for this artist and all the work had to be done in America.âÂ
âWow, that sounds amazing!â You said. At this point you no longer were sitting facing the table, but to him. âWho was the artist?â
âUh⊠Halsey.â He replied while looking at the TV screen, seemingly to avoid your stare.
âOh my god???â You gasped. âThatâs incredible! So youâre like crazy talented?!â
âIâm alrightâŠâÂ
âYou should show me some of your work someday!â You said enthusiastically. When Yoongi did not reply to it and stayed silent, you cursed yourself internally. âI mean compared to what I do thatâs like really amazing.â You chuckled nervously.Â
âIâm sure youâre great at what you do.â He looked at you, a small smile was on his lips.Â
You realized it was the first time you saw him smile and it made your heart raced rather faster than usual. It was the first time you saw him with facial expression other than his usual poker face.Â
âIâm just a normal product designer at a very normal company.â You shrugged.Â
âDonât downplay yourself like that. You work very hard.âÂ
âThanksâŠâ You replied shyly.Â
After finishing your food, you got up and went to wash the dishes, which immediately got stopped by the homeowner. He politely told you to go back home and rest. Which again, you could not thank him more for.Â
You took your pet in your arms and said your goodbyes to your neighbor. Right when you arrived back in your place you came to realize something. Yoongi did not eat with you and there was only one portion of the food. While it could just meant he had already eaten beforehand, you felt giddy, thinking about another possibility. Was this a crush you sense forming? Frankly speaking, you could not care less. You were welcoming the possibility with open arms.
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Friday finally came and you were ready to take it in. The days of working with your company project was going to an end, which meant you no longer need to work overtime after this. The thought of it put you in a very good mood.Â
This time right after arriving home, you walked to a nearby chicken restaurant and grab some not only for you, but also for your neighbor. You wanted to repay his kindness the past few days. After changing into some comfortable clothes, not to mention the multiple times you had to re-check the outfit in the mirror for some reason, you took your cat in your left hand and the food in the other. You knocked on your neighborâs door hoping he was home.Â
And he was. You were greeted with his silence but he opened the door wider as soon as he saw your face without question. One thing that caught your eyes though was how he was dressed up like he was ready for a night out. He wasnât in his usual sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, but instead in a ripped wide legged jeans and a light blue shirt, unbuttoned, with a plain white tee underneath. He looked handsome. And here you were, in your so-called comfy outfit that you were starting to regret.
âBefore you ask, no, Cookieâs right here.â You smiled awkwardly as you raised the small cat in your hand for him to see. âIâm just here to drop by some chicken I got for you⊠as a thanks for your help these past few days.â You handed the plastic of food to him. âAlright, thatâs allâŠâ
He took the food from you hesitantly. âYou donât wanna come in?âÂ
âArenât you going out or something?â
âI was⊠but you are here.â He said, sounding unsure.Â
âThatâs ridiculous, why would I stop you from going out?â
âI was gonna go to your placeâŠâÂ
Your mouth formed a small O shape, unable to form a word. He was going to your place? But what for??? The butterflies in your stomach were having a blast.Â
âBut youâre all dressed upâŠâ
âI was gonna change back.â He sighed, running his hand through his hair, which made you gulped at the sight. âI knew this was a bad idea I shouldn't have listened to Hoseokââ
You stopped his rambling. âWhat do you mean?â
âI was gonna ask you if you wanted to go eat together at that one Chicken restaurant nearbyâŠâ
âOh.â You widened your eyes.
âYeah.â He looked at you, biting his cheek in annoyance.Â
âThis is awkward.â You chuckled.Â
âWhatever, just⊠just come in first.â
You saw Yoongi putting the plastic of food on his table. You offered help after putting down your cat on his couch and walked to his direction. Both of you plated the food in comfortable silence, it felt oddly domestic and you liked it. At this point you were used to him being not talkative and see it as his charm.Â
After you took the plates to the living room, Yoongi suddenly came back with cans of beers and soju in his hands.Â
âWeâre drinking?â You said with an amused grin.Â
âYou can drink, right?âÂ
âSure, but can you?â You playfully eyed him.Â
âDonât challenge me.âÂ
You could see how he was trying to hide his smile, and it brought colors to your cheeks.Â
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You did not know how you got in this situation. Five episodes in randomly rewatching Avatar The Last Airbender and you both were drunk. You were resting your head on his shoulder as you watch the screen. It seemed like the booze gave you confidence, or made you shameless, or both, but the guy didnât complain so it could be a sign of a good thing. While you could see Yoongi holding his alcohol better than you, he was not completely sober either.Â
It was at this very moment where you saw things through a pink tinted lense. Had Yoongiâs hair always looked that soft? Had he always looked this handsome? You began to question things you should not be questioning.
âWhy didnât you change your clothes?â You randomly asked.Â
âDo I look bad?â He replied, eyes still on the screen, hands stroking the sleeping cat on his lap.Â
"Of course not, I just feel severely underdressed now..." You chuckled.
He eyed you from top to bottom, which made you nervous, but he shrugged, seemingly to not have any problem with your clothes.
âYou look⊠handsome.â
âYou think I look handsome?â He suddenly moved to face you, making you move to look at him as well. The tone of his voice sounded like he was teasing more than asking a question.
You nodded and bit your lips. âAnd you kinda look like Cookie.â You giggled.Â
He raised one of his eyebrows, clearly not satisfied with your answer.Â
âYour eyesâŠâ You began to ramble. âThey look just like Cookieâs, and when you look annoyed, or just your plain expression⊠you look like a cute cat.âÂ
âReallyâŠâ Yoongi hummed.Â
âYup!â You giggled like an idiot.Â
You failed to notice how at this point, Yoongi has put Cookie down from his lap to the floor. His face only inches away from you as you kept rambling.Â
âYour hair look so soft⊠like a catâs fur.â You reached your hands closer to his hair, but stopped mid-way, scared heâd get uncomfortable.Â
Yoongi surprised you again by grabbing both of your wrist and putting your hands on his hair, letting you stroke his head slowly. You saw his expression softened and as you kept playing with his hair, he closed his eyes. You swore you heard him purr.Â
âPretty.â You said with a drunk smile.Â
âHmm. Pretty.â He mirrored.Â
âOkay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.â You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense.Â
Yoongi chuckled. âYouâre crazy.â He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. âI like it.âÂ
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To be frank, you could not recall what happened after. You recalled some bits of karakoe-ing? Singing random PSY songs in your broken Korean using a bottle of whiskey as your mic. That was probably all? You couldnât think while the throbbing headache was present in the room with you.
So why were you now in a bed that was not yours, wearing a t-shirt that was too big for you and was clearly not yours, also for heavenâs sake, WHY IS YOONGI SLEEPING NEXT TO ME???Â
You froze. Did you??? There was no way. Sure you found him attractive and all, and you definitely had this huge crush on him, but you couldnât just sleep with a guy you barely knew. Besides your headache, your body didnât feel any pain, so that was probably a good sign. What if he was just that gentle? Okay, you need to stop thinking at once before you started a whole fiction about you and Yoongi in your head.
When you turned your back, you felt the other side of the bed shifted as well.Â
âYouâre up?â He asked with a raspy voice.Â
âYeah.â You said, still back-facing him. âWe didnât⊠you knowâŠâ
âNo, we didnât.â
âOh, okay good.â
Yoongi did not answered to that, but instead you felt him scooting closer.Â
âIâm sorry, this isnât probably how youâd wanna spend your weekend.â You chuckled.Â
Your breath hitched when you felt a hand over your waist. âIs this okay?â He suddenly stopped when your body tensed at his touch.Â
You nodded, heart beating too loudly for you to form any sentence.Â
âThis is nice.â He said, resting his forehead on your back.Â
When you stayed silent, he took your hand and turned you over to face him. Heat immediately took over your body as soon as your eyes meet. You noticed he was back in his usual home attire, oversized tee and sweatpants. His hair was messy, but it seemed like universe had its favorite cause he still looked good.Â
âYou know, I havenât had good sleep in⊠weeks.â
You were surprised by his sudden confession.
âItâs half past eleven now, and itâs not even ten minutes after I woke upâŠâ He tittered. âMy anxiety has been getting worse the past month and out of nowhere a black cat suddenly jumped to my balcony, meowing non-stop while I was working.â
You looked at him, letting him finish his talk. This was the most words you had ever heard coming out of Yoongiâs mouth and it made your heart flutter.Â
âI havenât been caring. Iâve stopped caring, for a while now. Seeing you care so much for such a small creature⊠I donât know, it feels good. It makes me wanna care.â
âYoongiâŠâ You cooed, caressing his cheek. "It's not true, all you have been since I first met you until this moment, was caring."
"I'm sorry if it feels like it came out of nowhere but I feel at home with you and I donât know why...â He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. âYet, at least.â
âI⊠like this too. A lot actually.â You said shyly.Â
âI would like to get to know you more if youâd like.â He was being honest and exactly to the point, no flirty bullshit to spice his sentences.
âIâd love that...âÂ
Suddenly you heard a low meow from under the bed and Cookie jumped into the bed, joining you two. Apparently his bedroom door was left opened and none of you noticed how Cookie had entered. You giggled and he smiled as well, the widest smile and the most genuine you had ever seen from him, as he took the cat and cuddled both of you close.
"I think it's about time you give me your number..." You squinted at him playfully. "You know, so we don't repeat the whole chicken restaurant accident again?"
âOkay, but promise me first you wonât apologize again after kissing me.â He chuckled.Â
âEXCUSE ME WHAT???â
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âOkay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.â You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense.Â
Yoongi laughed. âYouâre crazy.â He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. âI like it.âÂ
âI can be crazier if you open that whiskey.â You wiggled your eyebrows.
Yoongi just shook his head, smiling at your silliness. He stood up and went to grab his Hibiki anyway, which earned a shout of celebration from you.Â
Things escalated quickly after opening the bottle. Somehow you were starting a drunk karaoke session which followed by many dance breaks. You ended up crying when a sad song randomly came up in the playlist and when Yoongi asked why, you replied. You replied with your lips on his.
In your head it just made sense. It was his lipsâ fault for looking so juicy. Yeah, totally his fault for looking so hot that it was driving you insane.
None of you moved and it only lasted seconds before your mood turned sour again.Â
âIâm so sorry I didnât meanâŠâ You pushed him gently. âOh my god, youâre so gonna hate me!!!â
âHey, calm downâŠâÂ
You started to panic, tears now forming in your eyes again. âPlease donât hate me, I just wanted to kiss youâŠâ You cried.Â
âOkay, I think thatâs enough drinkingââ
And you puked.Â
Yes, Yoongi did see your lilac colored bra when he helped you change into his t-shirt. But thatâs a secret between him and little Cookie.Â
Thank you for reading! đ
part 2 is here!
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I would love love love a Sirius blurb of him just being a total simp over a Hufflepuff! Reader or a Sunshine! Reader. Maybe theyâre married and heâs a reformed ladiesâ man and heâs totally so whipped for his wife that the guys tease him about it (lovingly). Think like Anthony and Kate Bridgerton kind of smitten, like aggressive adorable.
I love your writing and have been on tumblr for just a little bit but your page is one of my favorite places to be.
This is for your sad girl sleepover, but itâs totally up to you whether you feel like writing it or not; my love and hugs regardless!
"wake up, babe." you kiss sirius's cheek soundly. "wake up, wake up."
sirius grunts, buries his face to pillow as if he can escape getting up. he mumbles something you don't hear.
"we're gonna be late." you say, excitement drips from your voice. "well, we won't but if you wake up now, we can take our time with the breakfast."
he shakes his head again, such a grumpy in the mornings. you play with his gorgeous locks, fingers rubbing his scalp lightly. he's pulled by your touch, nuzzling closer to your side. "please."
leaning into his pretty face, you kiss his cheek again. then his neck, and his bare shoulder. "i'm gonna make you pancakes and coffee if you wake up now." you try to bribe him. you'll do them anyway but he doesn't have to know that now.
"i can't." he says. "my eyes are closing on their own."
you love his morning voice so much, it's so scratchy and deep, you get into his arms, practically forcing your way to snuggle to his chest. "i love you." you say, pressing kisses on his neck. "open your eyes."
sirius holds you close to his chest. if anyone, including james and remus, would try so hard to wake him up so early in the morning, he'd be the grumpiest person in the whole world and turn their lives into hell to his pleasure. he once had a big fight with remus because of it when they were still at school. james still gets so surprised every time sirius replies his texts early in the morning, ever since the beginning of your relationship.
when it's just you and him, though- how can he resist your shiny smile and bubbly voice? you're being so sweet on him, kissing him everywhere, trying to give him hopeful eyes for having a long breakfast and going to a picnic with him. he keeps you on his chest, spending his last minute in bed wrapped around your warmth.
and then- he feels like his heart will explode. he's giddy all of a sudden, he takes a precious minute to kiss you. he always has the urge to keep you to himself, right there on his chest, just to have your sweetness all to him and no one else. he kisses you a bit roughly than he means to. you kiss him back, your hand stuck in his hair to accept his affections.
"hmm?" he says, finally blinking his eyes open.
"here you are, handsome." you say, cupping his cheek. "i was afraid you'll never wake up."
"morning, gorgeous." sirius says. "i'm awake, promise. can we have some coffee?"
"yes!" you say, leaving the bed. "meet me in the kitchen."
sirius rubs his eyes. he forces himself to go to bathroom. you're singing in the kitchen, it takes a lot of strength of him to go wash his face instead of going to kitchen and hold you in his arms.
sad girl sleepover âĄ
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Special Surprise
Summary: You plan a surprise party for Kate but in order for your plan to work you have to pretend to not plan anything for her.
Pairing: Kate Martin x Reader
Warnings: None just fluff
Today is Kate's birthday and since Iâve known her, I've always made a big deal of it even when we werent dating. However, today my plan is to make her think itâs the last of my priorities, when in reality Iâve been planning a party for her for the past two months. I have a career in event planning so I went all out to celebrate her special day. Her parents, siblings, and some close friends flew in last night and are staying in a hotel close by. I rented out a venue for us to have enough space for everyone, and were getting caterers and many other things.
 It's currently 7:30 and I have a lot to do today, so I quietly get out of bed and start getting ready for the day. As I'm finishing up the final touches of my makeup, I hear footsteps in the hallway signifying Kate is now awake. I take a deep breath and pray that I don't cave and screw my whole plan up by just telling her everything I have planned out of excitement. She knocks on the door and walks in immediately wrapping her arms around my waist and snuggling her head into my neck. âGood morning birthday girlâ I say, giving her a quick kiss on the head. She lifts her head saying good morning back to me, turning me around and giving me a kiss on the lips. âSo what are your plans for the day?â I ask her, she gives me a confused look and I immediately know what she's about to say. âWhat do you mean, didnât we plan to do our birthday brunch tradition like alwaysâ she asked, lifting an eyebrow. Kate and I have always gone out with each other for brunch on our birthdays just to have time with the two of us, but I have so much to do today I'm not going to be able to do it today so I'm hoping the party will make up for it.Â
âI'm sorry baby, I mustâve forgotten to tell you. I have a meeting today with my boss about an event coming up for a special client. I'm not going to be able to make it. "I say feeling guilty about bailing on the one thing I know she was looking forward to. âOh, itâs okay we can do something later when we're both done, I have practice anyways so I probably shouldât eat a bunch of food anyways.â she said trying to play off but failed to hide her clearly disappointed face. â I promise I'll make it up to you, maybe we can go out after we both finish what we need to do today, but I really need to go. I'm already running late, i love youâ I give her a kiss and quickly start gathering my things to leave. Thankfully I didn't say anything about tonight's plans but her saddened expression almost broke my facade.Â
The first thing i have to do today is to go pick out an outfit for Kate to wear tonight so i make my way to the mall and go into a few stores before settling on an all red suit with a white top. I go to check out and run into Jada and Gabby âOMG hey guys, i wasnât expecting to see you until tonightâ i say bringing them into a hug âHey! Yeah we had to get some last minute pieces for our outfitsâ Jada says hugging me back. âWeâre really excited about tonight, it sounds like you have a lot planned out.â Gabby says with a wide smile. âI do, I feel bad about keeping it from Kate, but I know she's going to love it, especially seeing all of her family and friends.â I replied, âDo you need any help with anything, we don't have much planned for the day and we know youre going to be super busy.â Jada asked. âYes, actually would you mind picking up the cake from the bakery on your way to the party. The table will already be set up so you can just ask the workers to bring the cake in because it's going to be a little heavy. "I ask âof course, just text one of us the address and we'll text you when we get it.â Gabby says âThank you so much, I have to get going but I love you guys, I'll see you later.â I give them another hug and make my way back to my car.
After getting into the car I get a text message from Kate, it's a picture of her with a birthday girl tiara and button the Aâja got her. I heart the picture telling her she looks adorable before putting my phone on, continuing the errands that i need to do . After a couple of hours I finally finished setting everything up for the party, loving how the decorations turned out. I decided to do a casino themed party since it's our first year celebrating in Vegas. I got a few slot machines, a card table, all of the decorations were casino related, and there was a photo booth that I'm very excited to use tonight with kate. I make my way back home hoping Kate is home when I get there since it's getting closer to the start of the party. I told everyone to get there at 7 and we would get there at 7:30 to give everyone a chance to get there and mingle a little before Kate arrives. Once I get inside I see she still hasn't arrived so I go and hang up the new outfit I got her in the closet and start getting myself ready before she gets here. It's 5:30 and Kate has just arrived back home and I immediately greet her âHi babe, how was practice?â I asked, walking up, noticing her looking me up and down. âIt was good, you look niceâ she says, grabbing my waist. âWell I did promise you that i would take you out for dinner tonight, now hurry go get ready your outfits hanging up in the closet.â I told her. âYou got me a new outfit, babe you didn't have to do that, i have plenty of clothes.â she says. âI know but I felt bad about this morning so I decided I was going to go all out tonight to celebrate you, starting with making sure you look good.â I say pushing her towards our bedroom urging her to go get ready. She finished getting ready at the perfect time and we started heading to the party that she thinks is a dinner
We get to the car and she tells me that sheâll drive but I insist on driving for obvious reasons, excited to finally show her that my meeting about a âspecial clientâ was actually for her. âOh shoot, I totally forgot I had to drop off some of the decorations for the party I have tomorrow, would you mind if I stopped at the venue before we went to dinner?â I ask her âYeah that's fine, as long as I get you all to myself for the rest of the nightâ she says. I park the car and tell her to come inside with me. As we were walking I text Jada and tell her we just got to the venue so that she can let everyone know to get into position for the surprise. As we walk in I grab Kate's hand before opening the door revealing everyone. âSURPRISEâ they all yell with smiles on their faces. âWHAT THE HELLâ Kate yells looking over at me with a surprised look on her face. âI told you I promised I'd make it up to youâ I said with a light laugh. Her parents approach us giving us hugs, giving us each a hug and telling me how much they love the decorations.Â
The night is a huge success. Kate kept on telling me how much she loves me and appreciated the party, but I would do anything for her so this was really nothing to me. We make our way over to the photo booth and talk for a little bit before stepping out to the party. âSo when you said you had a meeting about a special client, did you mean me?â she says with a smirk on her face. âYes, you are the most special person in my lifeâ I say smiling up at her. âWell if I'm so special, why did you lie to me about your plans for today?â she asks sarcastically. âI didnât lie, I just didn't tell youâ I say laughing. âWell nonetheless, I love it, thank you so much babe.â she says, bringing me into a kiss. âOf course, you know I had to go full out for your first Vegas birthday.â I say. âWell if this is what you came up with for my birthday, i can't wait to see our weddingâ she replies grabbing my hands. âYeah this is going to be hard to topâ I say before kissing her one more time before making our way back out to the party.Â
As the night comes to an end, everyone starts to say their goodbyes and tell me how much fun they had, which warmed my heart. I'm just glad that I was able to give my girlfriend the best day today. I make my way over to Kate who's talking to some of her teammates and join in on the conversation, which wasn't too long since it was getting late and they all were ready to hit the sack. âI had so much fun tonight,â Kate tells me, wrapping her arms around me, rocking side to side. âI'm glad you had fun but i have one more gift for you, but we have to go home for thatâ I say with a smirk. She looks at me confused before catching on to what I just said. She immediately grabs my hand dragging me out to the car eager to receive that last gift.
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Honeymoon Phase - Matthew Tkachuk
Summary: A month later, Matt and Freya return to the Hughes' Lake House; and their families finally get to see how in love they really are.
Content: FLUFF like toothrottingly, adorable fluff. mentions of sex but no actual smut, teasing, mentions of past angst
wc: 1.5k
notes: this is part 2 to under the radar! influenced by one of my favourite moots ever @toasttt11 !! go show toasty some love!! this was so fun to write! enjoy :)
"Are Matt and Freya up?" Ellen asked, flipping a pancake.
"Matt sleeps in," Brady commented, snatching a blueberry from the bowl on the table.
"Freya's never been an early bird either," Jim laughed.
"I'm not waking them up. I don't want to accidentally get a glimpse of Matt's dick," Jack smirked, making Luke snicker.
"Jack!" Ellen gasped.
"Just telling it how it is, Mom."
"Doesn't mean we have to say it aloud, Jack," she scolded, placing a large plate of pancakes on the table.
"I'm sure they'll be down soon," Chantal joined the conversation, "If not... they can fend for themselves."
Matt groaned, rolling onto his back and pulling Freya's body on top of his. His wife was a deep sleeper, so him adjusting cuddling positions didn't wake her. He had one arm holding her by her waist, the other under his head.
"Frey?" he mumbled.
"Mmm."
"You ready to get up?"
"Mmm."
"K," he replied, slowly opening his eyes. He smiled at the sight in front of him. Freya half-dressed, her face buried in his shoulder. Her chest pressed against his, one hand gripping his bicep, the other flung out to the side. He reached out, tapping his phone to check the time.
10:15
God, he was gonna get shit from Brady when they got down there, especially if anyone had heard them during the... late night the couple had shared the night before. Matt decided to give Freya fifteen more minutes, before he was pulling her up with him. She held onto him like a koala, her face in the crook of his neck.
"Freya. Baby, we're gonna miss breakfast."
"Tired."
"I know, love. We can go to bed early."
"I want to sleep," she slurred.
He placed her on the floor, the cold hardwood making her jump.
"I'm up! I'm up! Jesus, Matt! Trying to give me hypothermia!"
"The floor isn't going to give you hypothermia, babe. Get dressed; breakfast time!" he clapped.
She sighed, digging through her drawers to find an outfit. Matt went to the corner, doing the same in his suitcase.
"Not sure how I'm supposed to stay family friendly when you're walking around like that all week," he smirked, gripping her hips and pulling her into him.
"Perv," she giggled, leaning her head back on his shoulder.
"Can't help it when my wife looks like a supermodel."
"You flatter me, Matty."
"Maybe I could enjoy some breakfast in bed before we head down."
"What do you mean? Breakfast is- oh! Matt!"
"Glad you caught on, babe."
"I'm going to eat," she rolled her eyes, leaving him to pout in their room.
"Look who decided to join us!" Jim teased, watching his youngest enter the dining room.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it, Dad," she smiled, pressing a kiss to her dad's cheek.
Matt followed behind her, looking like a lost puppy. He stood behind the barstool she'd sat on, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their families watched as he whispered something in her ear that made her giggle.
"Ew," Luke mumbled, grabbing even more pancakes.
"Any plans for the day?" Chantal asked, pulling the attention off the couple.
"I'm gonna take Matt out on the boat," Freya grinned excitedly, placing a hand on his.
"Like Hell you are," Quinn scoffed.
"What? I have my boating license."
"And? I don't need the boat being christened."
"Quinn!" Ellen rolled her eyes.
"Wasn't the plan, Quintin. But now that you mention it..." she narrowed her eyes at him, smirking.
"You wouldn't dare!" Jack gasped.
"Of course not. You fucking idiots," she sighed, shushing Matt who was laughing into her shoulder.
"Well, you two have fun."
"Thanks, Mom. We'll see you guys for lunch!"
The two families were gathered in the backyard, playing a very intense game of volleyball. Freya had decided to sit out to make the teams even. She was lounging in a deck chair, cheering on her family... but also her husband on the opposite team.
"Good job, babe!" she cheered.
"Who's side are you on here, Frey?" Luke laughed.
"Yours. But my husband is on the other team, so..."
"I'll never get used to that word," Quinn shook his head.
"What? Husband?"
"Yeah. He was never even your boyfriend to us."
"But we can all see how happy they are, Quinn," Ellen scolded, getting ready to serve the ball. Matt turned, shooting a wink at Freya.
"I'm cheering exclusively for Matt now," Freya stuck her tongue out at her older brother.
"You better not be doing that when we play the Panthers," Jack complained.
"She's been doing that," Matt teased.
"You trying to get your ass whooped, Tkachuk?"
"I'd like to see you try."
"I'll do it for you," Freya offered to her brothers, "He wasn't supposed to tell you guys that."
Matt marched over to her, flinging her over his shoulder. She laughed, pounding her fists on his back.
"Who's whooping who's ass?"
"I'm winning," she giggled.
"Are you now?" he smiled, shifting her so he was holding her by her waist. She scrunched up her nose as he pressed a kiss to it, placing her down on the ground. She threw a fake punch at his face, Matt pretending to stumble backwards.
"KO!" Luke shouted.
"And the winner is... HUGHES!"
"Why do we always have to watch his shitty movie?" Freya complained, picking at the loose threads on the blanket covering the couple.
"Because it's not shitty, it's a masterpiece," Jack retorted.
"It was 8% on Rotten Tomatoes."
"And?"
"That means it's shit."
"Babe, just watch the movie," Matt groaned, placing his hand on her upper thigh.
"Whatever."
"That's what I thought," Jack sassed, pressing play on the movie.
"You're right, Frey. This is terrible," Matt whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"That's what I was trying to warn you of, but nooooo, you just can't listen to your wife."
"I-"
"Will you two shut up! I'm trying to watch the movie," Luke snapped.
"Sorry."
Freya leaned into Matt's touch. She was loving being able to be close in front of their families. He trailed his hand a little higher up her thigh, earning some side eye. He ignored the warning, resting his hand right on the edge of her pajama shorts. She shook her head slightly, lacing their fingers together under the blanket.
"I love you," he mouthed.
She just leaned up and kissed the side of his mouth in response. He smiled, leaning in for a proper kiss that she gladly gave him. He kissed the tip of her nose, turning back to the movie. Little did they know that Quinn was watching the whole interaction and he could barely fathom how in love his little sister really was.
"Can you stop?"
"Why?" Matt smirked, running his hand up the front of her shirt.
"Your hands are cold."
"And?"
"And... it's annoying. You're annoying."
"You don't mean that. You loveeee me."
"Meh," she shrugged.
Freya was sitting on the kitchen counter, Matt standing between her legs. It was late and everyone else had gone to bed.
"You don't mean that."
"Meh."
"I can leave," he jokingly offered.
"Nooooo," she pouted, pulling him back by his shirt.
"That's what I thought," he put his hands on her waist under her shirt, squeezing. She wriggled, gasping from the cold contact on her skin.
"Do you think my brothers still hate you?"
"Nah."
"How do you know?"
"Quinn asked me earlier if I wanted to help him grill. And then later Jack came in our room and threw a box of condoms at me. So, I think we're in the clear."
"Jack is such a menace."
"Said he wasn't ready to be an uncle."
"Hmm," Freya tapped her finger against her lips.
"Shut up," Matt laughed, kissing her neck. "No babies yet. We agreed."
"I know! I'm joking!! I have to finish school first. Then we can discuss."
"Whatever you want."
"I love you, Matthew."
"And I love you, Freya. You ready for bed?"
"Yep! Let's go!"
Matt started to walk off, quickly noticing that Freya had made no move to get up, "What are you doing?"
"Carry me?"
He rolled his eyes, "Let's go."
"Yay!" she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist.
"My own personal koala."
"Duh."
"So..." Luke started, "We can all agree that Matt and Freya are perfect together?"
The two families looked around, all nodding. Freya and Matt were sleeping in... again. And the rest of their family members took it as their time to have a meeting.
"They're so cute," Chantal cooed, "Matt loves her to bits."
"I agree," Ellen smiled, "I've never seen Freya this happy."
"I'm still pissed I wasn't invited to the wedding," Brady smirked.
"Shut up. None of us were."
"I can't wait to have grandkids!" Chantal added excitedly.
"Ew," Jack muttered.
"Grandkids? Who's pregnant?" Freya asked sleepily, wiping the crusty bits from her eyes.
"You!"
"Me? I'm very much not pregnant," she laughed.
"Soon enough," Matthew teased, holding onto her hand.
"WHAT?!"
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Temperamental
Neteyam x Mate Reader x Aonung
Summary: they might as well keep you on a leash
Warning: reader gets distracted quiet easily, poly relationship, stress build up, reader has a break down. aged up characters


Yn/3rd person pov
"umm neteyam" i murmured holding the button down on the intercom that was attached to my neck as I wondered through the unfamiliar part of the island.
"Yes my love" he sighed with exhaustion, I cringed to myself already knowing what his reaction will be to my current situation.
"I uh..... I got lost again" I shamefully admitted and yelped as a little creature jumped out the bush and ran away.
I heard a deep sigh from his end and a soft call for aonung "ok baby we're on our way" he said before his side went dead.
I sat on a small rock and fidgeted with my fingers as I waited, I didn't mean for this to happen its just I've been so distracted lately because I've taken on tasks that I can't seem to keep up with.
And it seems that the village seem to leave a ton of more tasks for me to do and if I don't do them or do them right they give me an almost disappointed look.
It makes it hard to be around the boys because their amazing and exceed their expectations and even more and I'm just here making it more difficult.
I pulled my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around them tightly sometimes I just feel like a burden to them.
"Yn" my head jerked to the direction of their voices "Im here" I called out to them and walked to their direction "there you are" aonung said and pulled me into his arms.
"you had us worried sick" neteyam muttered and ran a hand through his hair "i-im sorry" I whispered.
"Let's go home" aonung butted in and had his arm around my shoulder as we started making our way back to the village.
It was night time when we got back and the boys were tired so I quickly made a quick meal for them.
"We should keep her on a leash I'm telling you" my eyes flattered in sadness as I heard neteyam speak to aonung.
"Nete come on she was fine" aonung reasoned but neteyam just sighed "she could've gotten hurt" he said making aonung reconsider his words "maybe".
I gulped and quickly brought over their food and decided to eat mine a little ways from them by myself.
Why can't I life up to my expectations why can't I be perfect, all these thoughts clouded my head as i just played with my food not feeling that hungry.
Maybe I just need to sleep this off, I got to my feet and packed up my food and cleaned up before murmuring a 'goodnight' before heading to bed.
It didn't take long for sleep to find me but all I was missing was the boys warmth surrounding me 'maybe their not tired'.
-Next morning-
I woke up feeling a slight tug on my back "w-whats going on" I asked sleepily as I slowly sat up and rubbing my eyes.
"We've decided this will keep you safe" neteyam said as he showed me the rope attached to my back.
My eyes widened "w-what" I pulled at the rope but he held fast "s-stop" I tried taking it off but aonung held my hands so I couldn't.
"Yn" he murmured crouching in front of me as he stared into my eyes "this will keep you safe".
"Please no" I said as tears filled my eyes and my breathing started to become uneven.
"Please" I whispered "why are you crying my love" aonung asked and wiped my tears away.
"I-i can't do it anymore" I cried looking down at my lap "can't do what yn" neteyam voice was full of concern as he sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me.
"I can't be perfect I can never be perfect" I hiccuped my body shaking with each one.
"You are perfect" aonung smiled as he urged me to look at him "but I'm not you guys are you do more then your asked and me I can't even finish my chores without getting side tracked" I sniffed making them coo at me and hold me close.
"I see you finish all your tasks so what are you not finishing" neteyam murmured I sighed heavily "a-a few of the people has asked me to help them out and it seems that a lot of them want me to do their work to" I said.
The boys stared silently before taking off the rope and pulled me back into be "w-what" I asked and blushed as I was sandwiched between them tightly.
"We're sorry we didn't take notice sooner" neteyam whispered and kissed my cheek lightly.
"I'm sorry that we didn't take care of you when you needed it most"
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Bathing In Love
A Joel Miller One Shot
Joel Miller x f!reader



Warnings: age gap implied, fluff everywhere, so sweet you'll get diabetes, sexual talk but not smut, baby presence. (reader is you amor, so just sit and enjoy ;-) )
Masterlist
Rating: +18 (not explicit)
Word Count: 3k
A/N: so here it is! My Joel fluffy one shot, to be honest this is very self-indulgent haha. I'm not completely sold on the title I came up with but I wanted to publish it so whatever. Hope you guys like it as much as I do. I wanna see if anyone realises what I did with Tommy's daughter's name ;-)
Dividers by @saradika
A deep and raspy âsweetheartâ is the first thing you hear when sleep starts to leave your body, you can feel a heavy arm around your midsection and a scruffy beard scratching the back of your neck. You let out a sleepy groan and hide your face on your pillow from the bits of early light coming through the curtains making the already fully awake man behind you chuckle.
âWe need to get up sweetheartâ you feel the peck he leaves on your naked shoulder. You normally didn't have this much trouble getting up but the same man that was now waking you up had also made you stay awake till very late at night, moaning his name and the oneÂŽs above again and again.
âLetÂŽs say we're sick and stay here all dayâ it's the first thing of the day to come out of your mouth with still so much sleep in your voice that's also slightly muffled by the pillow your head is resting on. You feel him rub your hip and his face buried on the back of your neck shaking from side to side.
âNow, you know why that would never work, even if we were the best of actorsâ he says before giving your shoulder another peck and a soft and tiny slap to your hip to then stand from the bed with a grunt and the crack of his knees.
You groan again but this time louder while you stretch your limbs still covered by the warm comfy covers. Your eyes finally open just when Joel is pulling up his legs the grey sweatpants that you, yourself discarded from his body last night. You stretch your body as quick as your sleepy state lets you, bending by the middle you reach with an arm outside of the bed to the floor, where JoelÂŽs t-shirt from the night before was laying to pull it over you before he has a chance to get it himself. He rolls his eyes while walking to the wardrobe and you finally stand from the bed putting on the shorts that he almost ripped from you last night.
You pass by him on your way to the bathroom to wash your face and can't help giving his ass a squeeze on your way, after you wash your face you pass by him again and kiss his cheek before talking.
âI'll start a pot while you get readyâ he can't help but look at you with so much love in his eyes; you could almost swear that anyone could turn the man in front of you from a murderous beast to a big teddy bear by just the mention of coffee.
âThanks darlinÂŽâ he kisses your slightly chapped lips before you start making your way to the kitchen downstairs.
After about ten minutes Joel makes his way into the kitchen where he can see you making some eggs while you hum to Love Spreads by The Stone Roses playing from the record player in the living room, your back facing him.
His arms envelop you from behind and his head rests on your shoulder, making you breathe on his fresh minty breath, you lean your own head back into his shoulder while you stir the scramble eggs.
âI'll finish the eggs darlinÂŽ, you pour the coffeeâ he says into your ear while rocking the both of you softly to the music. You hum in agreement and turn around and pass him the spatula and he gives your forehead a little kiss.
As you put out from the cabinet three mugs and place them on the counter, the front door opens like every morning that Joel has patrol, indicating the arrival of Tommy. You turn your head over your shoulder to greet Tommy with a good morning when his footsteps start to approach the kitchen, but when you see the little ten month old in his arms, you forget the coffee, let out a squeal of excitement and run to take the bundle of joy from him.
Tommy gives to you his daughter with a chuckle and a roll of his eyes âIt's nice to see tooâ
âYeah, yeah, good morning Millerâ you greet him with your own roll of eyes, joke coating your tone and a smile taking home in your face towards the baby in your arms.
Sophia Miller had captivated your heart since the first moment you saw her. She is definitely a Miller, you can see so much of Tommy and Joel in her.
Tommy takes after the coffee for you while you bounce his daughter on your arms and you coo to her.
âMrs. Johnson couldn't take her today?â Joel says from the stove where he is making some toasts now after distributing the eggs between three plates. Mrs. Johnson is an elderly woman that always looks after Sophia while Joel and Tommy are on patrol and Maria is busy basically running all of Jackson.
âNo, she couldn't, she said that her cat was sick and I genuinely do not know how to tell her any more times that Dr. Turner won't see it, that she's a human doctor not a vetâ he explains while adding some milk to your coffee, since both brothers like it completely black âMe and Maria think that she's too young for the daycare and to mingle around the other kids but i guess today we have no choice, we have patrol and sheÂŽs managing the whole deal with those teens that run awayâ he puts one of the black coffees, the mug with the little owl in it that you found for him in one of you few runs that you barely do, beside the stove for Joel, then he brings the milky one to you where now you're sitting on the little table on the kitchen, almost bumping his hip on the meat grinder that Joel installed a while ago on the kitchen island; he joins you and Sophia by sitting on the chair in front of you.
When Joel finishes cooking, he puts one of the plates inside of the microwave so it stays as warm as it can for the almost sixteen year old that hasn't woken yet then he places one of the other two in front of you on the little table. Just before he moves away, you take little SophiaÂŽs hand and wave it to him for her while saying with your cheesy baby voice âgood morning, uncle Joelâ , to which he responds with a pinch of he cheek with the back of two of his fingers, then he goes to pick up his own plate to eat while leaning into the kitchen island alongside his coffee.
âI can take her with me to the stable if you would like to, Tammy has a crib there for when she brings her sonâ you offer, shrugging your shoulders while feeding the baby on your lap a small piece of your eggs.
âYou sure?â Tommy asks with slightly raised eyebrows, when you nod, he smiles like a mad man âoh thank you!â he expresses his gratitude by stretching himself over the table towards you and kissing your forehead and then his daughterÂŽs âand that's why youÂŽre my favourite person in this familyâ he exaggerates making you chuckle and Joel shakes his head.
Many hours later, you find yourself working on the stables, cleaning one of the empty stalls, its horse on patrol with a young patroller called Jesse. The youngest of the Miller family is on the crib that you had mentioned before, playing with a pair of plastic red cups that for some reason had been more entertaining to her than actual children's toys since she was old enough to hold them.
You hear the front door of the stables opening and the closing behind that had just entered the stables. You peek your head out of the stall and immediately you smile when you see that the person intruding is Ellie.
âHey honâ you say before putting your head back into the stall to put down the manure fork that you were using, letting it lean on the stallÂŽs wall, then you exit the stall towards where Ellie is standing while wiping your hands on the sides of your jeans.
âHey, i just came to let you know that i'll spend the day at DinaÂŽs, apparently Jesse found a new game for her console on the last patrol or somethingâ she explain to you while she turn around and walks to the crib where the ten month old is too preoccupied with the cups.
You nod and walk to where they are, from beside the teen you put her bangs, that she lets off of her ponytail always, behind her ear and then look at the baby with her.
âOkay, you know the drillâ you put your hands on the back pockets of your jeans.
âYeah, yeah, make it back for dinner, I knowâ you were the one to actually negotiate this condition with her when you saw how much it affected Joel when she started to make many friends in town and spend less and less time with him, she agreed quite easily making you think that she missed spending time with Joel just as much.
âHeyâ you pinch her side to make her look at you â if the game is any good, ask Dina to lend it to you so i can try it, okay?â you put up your fist for her to bump it, which she does.
âI willâ she says before caressing SophiaÂŽs head and then bumping her shoulder with yours âSee you later shitface!â she exclaims with joke to you while exiting the stables, you shake your head with a chuckle and just before she completely disappears from you view your scream reminding her âthe baby you asshole!â
Just as the door closes, you hear hooves meeting the ground behind you, indicating someone's arrival from patrol. You groan, you only had 5 minutes left of your shift and now you would have to stay and unsaddle the horse or horses and brush them. You turn to see who the fucker was and when you see that is actually Joel and behind him Tommy, both of them soaked on mud from head to toe, your anger dissapears and you can't hep but laugh loudly, folding by your midsection while gripping your sides.
âYeah, very funny sweetheartâ Joel says while he ties the reins of each horse on their respective stalls, which you thank.
âOh, you think it is funny eh?â Tommy says now, approaching you and trying to squeeze some of the mud on his hair into you, which makes you swat him away. TommyÂŽs voice makes Sophia squeal from her crib and stand in it with little balance.
âOh baby girl, save me from your mean fatherâ you speak to her with your baby voice while picking her up from the crib. Tommy can see JoelÂŽs eyes sparkle in love and adoration like everytime he sees you with his niece.
The little girl babbles and makes grabby hands towards her father, so your only option is to pass her to him, none of you caring if she got dirty with mud as well.
âTraitorâŠâ you say to her with narrowed eyes once she's in her father's arms, obviously she doesn't understand what you're saying so she just giggles, making you three chuckle with her.
âAnyway, thank you for looking after her today againâ Tommy expresses his gratitude then he takes his backpack from his horse saddle and start to make his way out of the stables the same way that Ellie did before âSay bye uncle Joel, bye auntieâ he says in his own baby voice and them disappears from both of your gazes.
While your eyes are still on the door, you feel JoelÂŽs arms embrace you from behind, his face takes home on your neck, where he takes in your scent. You melt into him and bring a hand behind into his muddy locks, closing your eyes. After a few moments in this position, you turn in his arms and look at him, seeing the tiredness and exhaustion in his expression.
âYou don't have to wait for me today, you know?â You bring your hand back to his muddy locks, brushing them back âWhy don't you go ahead and get yourself a warm relaxing bath?â your eyes go around his beautiful features.
âYou sure darlinÂŽ? I can wait as alwaysâ he is the one to close his eyes now, enjoying your touch. You shake your head even if he's not looking.
âNo, really baby, go ahead, i'll finish here quicklyâ that's enough for Joel to agree and kiss your lips before getting his own backpack from his own horse an ÂĄd follow the same journey out of the stables as Tommy and Ellie.
You take fifteen more minutes to unsaddle the horses and brush them, then another five minutes to make your way into the house. You get rid of your boots and coat by the entrance, then you make your way upstairs to the en suite bathroom where Joel is inside the warm bath like you told him to do, his head leaning back into the bathtub with his eyes closed, youÂŽre even a little sure that he may be slightly asleep. You get rid of your clothes in the bedroom, where the laundry basket is, then you tiptoe to the bathtub to not wake Joel yet. Once your back makes contact with his chest, he wakes up with a little gasp; as soon as he sees what is happening, he hugs your middle and whispers in your ear.
âIf i had known that you naked would be part of the bath, i would have definitely waited for youâ he nibbles your earlobe slightly and you chuckle, then with as much carefulness you can have, you turn to now straddle his hips.
âNow you relax and let me take care of you, before you start acting worse than a teenâ your hand reaches for the bottle of shampoo behind him on the edge of the tub.
You squirt some of the product directly on his head and after placing back down the bottle, you start to massage it on his greying hair. He lets out a relaxed moan and closes his eyes yet again. You run your fingers through his hair to spread and rub the shampoo, your eyes take the opportunity to take on his relaxed face and features, you feel privilege to see this side of the hardened man before you, only a few people get to see it and for some reason he decided some time ago that you were worth seeing it and since then you couldn't feel more lucky.
Once you have made more than enough foam from the shampoo, you lean over his shoulder to reach a little cup to help you rinse the product. You feel JoelÂŽs almost growling when, from your lean, your breast graces his cheek; you can't help but chuckle when you take your previous position on his hips and feel his hard on.
âYou can be worse than a teenager sometimes, Millerâ you say while filling the cup with water from the bath and rinsing the shampoo from his hair, putting a hand on his hairline so the soapy water doesn't get in his eyes.
âIt's all you darlinÂŽ, you keep me youngâ you smack his shoulder softly while giggling.
When his hair doesn't have any trace of shampoo, you grab your own conditioner and squirt some of it on the palm of your hand. You feel JoelÂŽs eyes fixed on you, so you playfully push his forehead back and smile.
âI said relax Joelâ he smirks and says okay a few times while closing his eyes again.
You rub the conditioner between your palms and then you apply it on his hair, after it you clean your hands of any residue of it. Once your hands are clean, you start to massage JoelÂŽs shoulder and he lets out a groan between pain and pleasure. You massage him for five minutes while you let the conditioner take action then you rinse it just like you did with the shampoo. To finish you kiss his lips, your intention was just a quick kiss but he circles your waist with his arm and deepens it and you just can't deny him.
âWhy don't you start the grill outside while I take a good shower?â you say when you both pull back, your fingers brushing his wet hair back âEllie will be home from DinaÂŽs for dinner soonâ he hum in confirmation and after you peck his lips again, you stand up on the bathtub with carefulness to not slip and offer him a hand to do the same.
When you thought he would get out of the bathtub to dry and then get dressed to then go do what you said, he stays there in front of you and takes your face between his hands.
âThank you sweetheartâ he says with so much love and gratitude in his eyes, not taking them away from yours for not even a moment.
âYou don't have to thank me Joelâ you say back with a bid soft smile, he shakes his head.
âNot for the bath baby, for being you, for being the light that guides me through the darkness everydayâ that makes you want to cry and your insides to melt for the man.
âI keep to my last statementâ you put your own hands on his wrists and rest your forehead on his âyouÂŽre the one keeping me afloat every dayâ he kisses you again, taking all of the air from your lungs and once he pulls back and sees your dazed face he chuckles and smacks your ass.
âYour steak as always darlinÂŽ?â he asks you while putting a towel around his waist, already out of the bathtub, you nod while turning on the showerhead and he leaves the bathroom towards the bedroom with a wide grin.

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Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 4.7k
Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), Cursing, CW spiders, TW Arachnophobia, TW violence, CW injury, angst, fluff.
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CHAPTER 6 >>> CHAPTER 7
Your pulse thumps loudly against your skin, swallowing a lump in your throat, you bravely make your way towards your friend. That word hangs loosely in the balance, you have no right to get mad at Hobie, he has no obligation towards your feelings whatsoever. Especially that you've never voiced how much you like him, no how much you came to love him.
You've never exactly pinpointed the time or event that made you love your best friend, but you know deep inside that you have. Whether it was platonic before or romantic after a few years of knowing him. You know that you've loved the same man for years. That's why it hurts so much that he's been ogling the unknown woman in his presence. Hands tucked inside the pockets of his leather jacket, he watches her through half lidded eyes, a smile curling around his lips.
The woman's giggle cuts you like a rusty knife, leaving you bleeding and doubting everything. Doubting all the soft touches and lingering gazes from Hobie all those years of hanging out with him. Maybe you are delusional, your lovesick brain making you think and imagine that a man like him could ever love you back.
You hate yourself for being jealous, the big green monster rearing its ugly head. Whispering and gnawing at your shattering heart. Trying to tamp down the ugly thing, cageing it inside your chest like a feral animal, you exhale a shaky breath. Eyes growing glassy at the sticky kiss she leaves on Hobie's cheek. The large Oscorp museum looms behind the stage, casting a large shadow on the couple, as if the building's hiding them from you, mockingly adding to your pain.
Weaving through the crowd, you catch the last bit of their conversation.
"I'll see you at the after party, right, Hobs?" Her voice is sweet yet it sounds like nails on a chalkboard when she calls him 'Hobs'.
"Sure, Lacey," his voice monotone, "go, we're almost on." Hobie nods at her.
'Lacey' winks at him, giving him a flirty smile, waving goodbye. Her long curls bouncing as she walks away.
Hobie notices someone staring, he cranes his neck, squinting, instantly grinning when he spots you. "Oi! There you are! You're late. Nice boots, are they new?"
You clear your throat, blinking away the tears threatening to spill over. "Yeah" walking closer to him, you give him enough space. Far enough for him to not be able to hold you.
Hobie notices your downturned gaze, "you okayâ"
"You made it!" Yuri appears from behind, bounding towards you for a hug. "Look at our lucky charm! Lookin' pretty as always" she holds you at arms length. Giving her the best smile you could muster.
Ned and James join her side, "nice shoes!" Ned exclaims, bass strapped on his back.
"'ave you been cryin'?" James asks, concerned. He (unfortunately for you) noticed your glassy eyes.
"What?" You chuckle softly "No, I had to run here, the wind whipped at my face" trying to save face.
"You sure it's not allergies? Pollen count is at an all time high today" James adds, nodding.
"You learned that at your da's radio show?" Ned teases. James shoves him.
"I'm fine, it's nothing" you shrug, it's not nothing, your heart feels like it's been run over by a train.
"You sure you're okay?" Hobie finally chides in, closing in the distance you've put out. Intertwining your pinkies together.
To Hobie's dismay, you pull away a second later, "yeah, good luck. I'll be in the crowd" you give the band a double thumbs up, "you guys better win!" Trying to sound cheerful.
"Hell yeah, we will!" James pumps his fist in the air for added effect.
You walk away, trying to get in front of the stage for a better view of the show, pushing past the crowd, some seem to be too out of it to notice you. Spotting the familiar curls, you stop in the middle of the crowd that's packed together like sardines. Lacey laughs with her friends, hyping them up, drinks in hand, singing a familiar song.
The lights turn to a different color, red enveloping the stage. You feel like you're underwater, the loud noises muffled in your ears. You can barely hear the announcer introducing the band, eyes fixated towards Lacey, she throws a flying kiss towards the stage. You don't have to look at who the recipient was.
Guitar riffs ring out, Hobie's band starts playing their song, the crowd suddenly rushes in, trying to get to the front of the stage, trapping you. Bouncing around dancing bodies, you can't get out of the wild crowd, some noticing you trying to get out, they move and part for you. But some are way too into it to notice you.
"Excuse me, please! Fuck!" You yell out. A stray elbow hitting you right on your eye. The smacking sound rings in your ears, hand nursing the injury. A hand flings to your cheek, backhanding you. "Fuck!"
"Oi oi, stop! y/n!" Hobie's voice echoes around the venue, you deduce that he grabbed the mic from Ned. The band stops playing.
Half of the crowd doesn't stop, still jumping and bouncing around, guessing they've probably snuck in liquor. You ping pong around sweaty bodies, The only thing you could do was try to protect your head with your arms. Closing your eyes.
"Hoy! Fuckers! He said stop!" Lacey's voice screams out, trying to push past the mass. You can barely hear her through the blood rushing in your ears.
A strong yet familiar arm wraps around your shoulder, looking up you see Hobie arguing with a stranger.
"What the fuck! I said stop! Were you dropped on your head?!" He shoves the man away. Pointing at another trying to argue back. "Fuck off!" He lets go of you, shoving the other with force.
"Hey mate, if she can't handle it, maybeâ" The man slurs his words, he couldn't finish his sentence, his face connecting with your knuckles. He should be glad that it wasn't Hobie's or else he would have his rings embedded in his jaw. The man keels over, sobering him up in an instant, groaning in pain.
Hobie looks at you in shock, you look at the men like you want to rip them apart.
Everything crushes you, the weight and pressure of your project, expectations from your family, your love for him. Every insecurity seeps out of your bones, drowning you in its disgusting waters.
You throw your anger at the first thing you see.
"You fucking wanker!" You seethe, your eyes darken, the strangers bear the brunt of your anger. "Stop means stop motherfucker!"
Hobie holds you back, if he doesn't you'll get kicked out of the event, "holy shit" your fist held up, ready to strike again.
You push him off, eye stinging in pain. Huffing, You give the men one last angry glare before stomping away from the crowd, too angry to care that you have an audience. Hobie follows closely behind, calling your name urgently.
"What?!" You turn sharply, the skin around your injured eye slowly turning into a darker color.
"Are you okay?" He asks, hands ghosting over your closed fists.
"Stop asking me if I'm okay, Hobart! Do I look like I'm fucking okay?!" You yell, frustrated, wincing at the pain in your socket. "Fuck!"
Your heart aches when you fight with him, moreso when you yell at Hobie. You're angry but not at Hobie, you're mad at yourself, mad that you've read his love for you as romantic, angry that you never told him how you feel. Furious at your jealousy.
One word stays in your mind, your own voice screaming it out like bloody murder: Coward.
"Love" he says softly, hands wrapping around your tightly closed fists, your nails digging into your palms leaving half moons on the soft skin. Hobie slowly unclenches your fists for you, fingers opening up yours. "You need ice over that, I'll bring you to the first aid station andâ"
"You don't have to, just go. Get back on stage" you pull your hands away from him, clenching your hands into fists again.
"y/n, you might be concussedâ" Hobie stares at you, concerned.
"Go" you sniff. "I'll go there myself" turning your back on him, Hobie watches you walk away.
â
The first aid station sits further away from the stage, the loud sounds can still be heard from where you're sitting inside the large tent. Cheers echoes out, prompting you to close your eyes at the booming sound.
The frozen ice pack melts in your hand, condensation dripping down on your arm. Your eye socket stings even with the pain meds the nurse gave you. Your head feels like it's trying to escape your skull. Sitting on the plastic chair, elbows propped on your thighs, biting the inside of your cheek when you hear your friends asking for you.
Scooching away from their line of sight, hiding behind a water cooler, you try to make yourself small. You groan when you hear the nurse tell them your location. Your anger has finally subsided, embarrassment replacing it.
Maybe you should've left when you had the chance.
Feet shuffle their way towards you, staying put, staring at the grey concrete, shoes fill your vision. Yuri breaks the silence.
"You've got a mean right hook, remind me to never piss you off"
You don't answer glaring at their shoelaces. The water from the ice pack drops on the concrete, painting it darker.
"Bloody hell, give her some room" Hobie arrives at your side, gesturing for them to give you space.
Hobie crouches down, leveling with your down turned stare. Grabbing the not so frozen ice pack from your hand carefully, avoiding touching your hand, in case you don't want to be touched. He stares at your black eye with concern.
"I made you all lose didn't I?" You stare up at your friends, avoiding Hobie's brown eyes.
"We got third place, I don't count that as a loss. It's better than we hoped for anyway" Ned looks at you apologetically.
"Right, not your fault." James adds. "Competition's hard, love"
"You're just saying that, if Hobie didn't interrupt by saving me, you would've won"
"If Hobie didn't jump in I would've jumped after you instead" Yuri chides in, pocketing her drumsticks.
"Me too" Ned says.
"Me three" James raises his hand, "Hobie just beat us to it" he shrugs.
"Still, I'm sorry," saying it softly. You don't miss the way they avoided asking you if you're okay.
"You're the one with the black eye" Hobie stands up, "can I talk to you?" He asks.
"We'll see you later, yeah?" Ned places a comforting hand on Hobie's shoulder. "As for you," Ned looks at you, "you've got my number, call me whenever or better yet visit me sometime"
You manage to crack a small smile, "I will" you stand up, giving him a hug, squeezing your friend. "Richmond's only an hour away" letting him go, you give him a sad smile.
"That's right, I'm only an hour away" Ned pats your shoulder.
Yuri steps in, holding both your hands, "and I'm just in Cambridge" she hugs you tightly, "don't be a stranger, yeah?"
"I'll come visit you whenever I can then" you squeeze her hands.
"You better" Yuri gives you her rare ten megawatt smile.
"Yuri and I will be classmates so you can visit me too if you want" James pats your back awkwardly.
"Fuck off, no we're not" Yuri scrunches her nose at James.
"We'll see you at the after party, Hobie?" Ned asks the unusually quiet man next to you.
The after party, where she will be waiting for Hobie. You try not to think about it, mentally chastising yourself.
"Nah, I have to get ready for her show."
"That's rescheduled actually, it's happening next week instead of tomorrow" you correct him. Hissing when your skin tugs at your eye.
"We'll be there then if you ever decide to pop in" Yuri informs Hobie.
"Alright, see you" Hobie waves them off. Sitting back down you watch them walk away with sad eyes.
"Can I have my ice pack back?" You groan when the pain pinches your eyelids.
"It's basically water, I'll get you a new one" He moves towards the nurse. You sit there, contemplating the past events.
The green monster peeks back out, shaking its cage, shackles straining against its leg. You try to move away from the image of her hands wrapped around Hobie's necklace that you've given him three birthdays ago, cherry red lipstick sticking to his cheek. The way he looked at her, the fucking pain in your eye. You start seething again, wanting to punch something.
You sigh, palms over your tired face, avoiding your injured eye.
"You alâ" he stops himself, walking on eggshells. You don't want him doing that around you. "Here's your ice pack, the nurse said you don't have a concussion so I can take you home. Only if you want to" Hobie hands you the ice pack.
"This seems familiar, huh?" You wince at the cold hitting your skin, trying to cut the tension.
"What?"
"Can you fucking sit down for a second" you gesture towards a chair.
Hobie sighs, sitting down backwards on the chair, resting his chin over the plastic back of it, arms wrapping around it.
"When we first met? Remember that? It was almost exactly like this"
He lets out a breathy laugh, "Right, you threw that sketchbook at Terry. Yuri's right, you've got a dangerous arm"
"Should've gone into baseball, or volleyball at least" you avoid his stare. "We were sharing an ice pack, while we bad mouth Terrence" chuckling sadly at the memory. You don't regret meeting him that day, if you could do it all over again even after knowing what will happen, you would, without question.
"Will you fucking look at me" Hobie asks softly, you jump slightly at his angry tone. "Can you tell me what's eating you, is it the project?"
You wait a few seconds to bravely look at him, your face unreadable. "It's not the project"
"Is it really rescheduled, or you're just trying to get rid of me?" Hobie narrows his eyes at you. You can't read him, his expression flat, except for the slight scowl.
You shake your head, "Why the fuck am I trying to get rid of you? Mrs. Williams had a change of heart and gave us an extension, that's it!" The conversation escalates, frustrated at Hobie for implying that you're getting rid of him. You would never.
"Then why are you angry?" He doesn't raise his voice, he never does, and he won't ever start to.
"Because! I'mâ" you hear a loud cough, the nurse glares at you two. Hobie notices, standing up.
"C'mon let's go inside" He stands up.
"Yeah, because arguing inside a museum is much better"
"You think those fucks care about a museum?" He points towards the concert with his thumb, "I looked inside, no one's in there. They're all going to the after party anyway"
Sighing, you want to go home, but knowing Hobie, he won't relent. You wouldn't dare to go to his place instead, not wanting to taint your future home with a fight. Your dorm is out of the question, it's almost midnight, your RA wouldn't let Hobie in. You don't want to run from this, even if it means lying to his face.
"Give me the bloody card" He asks for the favour card tucked inside your pocket.
"You're gonna use one on this?" You hand it to him.
"Yes" he pops one off, Hobie doesn't want to ruin his relationship with you, especially with him not knowing the cause of your anger. So he's willing to do anything to prevent that. The wind carries the logo somewhere.
You wish you're that piece of paper right now. Only seven to go.
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Walking around the futuristic room, the walls white and pristine, covered in blue neon lights. It looks like you're in one of Ned's favourite sci-fi movie, you can't quite make out the title though. The entire place is silent, with only a handful of people walking around, the only sounds are from displays, machines whirring in the background, and noises made by the displays' speakers. They opened up the museum really late for the concert as a promotion even though most people only stayed for the show.
You stop in front of a display, a projection of some enhanced spider lifting something that's apparently fifty times heavier than its weight. Sitting down on a bench in front of the display, eyes glued to the presentation.
Hobie sits next to you, giving you space. He watches the projection's glow on the side of your face, making it look like there's a giant spider crawling on your skin.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you" you finally break the silence. "I shouldn't have done that, you were only trying to help," eyes still watching the educational video. Taking a deep breath, "Why do you think I'm trying to get rid of you?"
"It's nothing" he watches as the enhanced spider bites another spider, fighting with it.
"It's clearly nothing" you scoff, "that's the first thing you thought of when I told you that the show's rescheduled"
Hobie wishes he brought Terry with him, his leg bouncing, a nervous habit of his. "I'm holding you back." He confesses, wincing, regretting it almost immediately.
Your neck snaps to look at him, "You're not, why would you think that?" You sound angry, but your concern for him wins over. "Why?" Tentatively scooching over, you close the distance, cupping his hand in yours. "If anything I'm holding you back, you could've gone anywhere after you left school. Yet you stayed"
Hobie raises his brow at you, scoffing. At first you thought he'll pull away his hand, instead he drops his forehead on your shoulder, fitting right in. He feels the roughness of your denim jacket, squeezing your hand.
The projector's light envelopes you two in emerald green as it switches to a different scene.
"Why do you think I'm still here?" He finally answers after a few seconds. It felt like hours for you.
"Because I'm your best friend" you say softly.
"Best mates don't look at each other like we do" he gathers all his courage, tired of all the pushing and pulling, tired of being selfish, locking his feelings from you. Hobie cranes his neck up to look into your familiar eyes. The same eyes he's longed for. He's so close to you he could see himself in your glassy eyes.
Your heart beats a thousand times per second, Hobie cups your jaw, gaze falling on your slightly parted lips. You hold his wrist, thumb right on his hastening pulse, you cup his jaw with your free hand, hand soft against his slight stubble.
"Best mates don't touch each other like this," he continues.
Your eyes wander around his face, looking for any lies of what he's told you, flabbergasted at his confession. Your breath is seemingly stuck in your throat, heart stuttering when he slowly closes the gap between you.
You don't pull away.
You can feel him tugging at the loose thread, it feels like it's tightening around you instead of breaking you two apart at the seams. The dam has a sizable crack in its foundation, threatening to burst open.
Hobie leans towards your lips, now or never, he sees you flutter your eyes close, taking it as a sign to seal your lips with his. He feels a crawling sensation on his back, ignoring it, thinking it's his nerves acting up. His heart pounds like a drum, he can't back down now.
"Agh! Fuck!" Hobie suddenly screeches, hands flying towards his nape.
"What? What is it?!" You panic, turning him around, yelping when you see a bright spider latched on his neck. "Fuck!"
"What is it?!"
"Spider!" You try to fling it away using your sleeves, avoiding touching the arachnid.
"It fucking bit me!" Hobie slaps his neck in one swift movement, the spider lays dead, still latched on his skin. "Did I get it?"
"Yeah, let me justâ" you take a handkerchief from your pocket, taking the spider away from his skin, "there, got it" showing the spider laying on your pink handkerchief. "Oh god it's red"
"You think it's venomous?"
You laugh wholeheartedly for the first time that night.
"I'm serious, I could die from this" Hobie pokes the spider.
Like it's comedic timing, the narrator from the educational video says, "it's not venomous but it is advised to seek professional help when bitten by the wolf spider, some people could be allergic to their bitesâ"
Staring at each other, "wow" you manage to say at the same time, you giggle nervously, having no idea how to proceed with how things are now.
"It doesn't look like the wolf spider, they're a different color" Hobie pokes the spider to look at its underbelly, "yeah, different one" he acts as if he's suddenly interested in arachnology.
You look at him with so much endearment, your eyes are practically shaped like hearts.
"What?" Hobie catches your staring, a smile playing on his lips.
"Nothin'" you taunt him with a cheeky smile. He rolls his eyes at you but his smile betrays him.
The intercom rings out, "The museum is now closed, sorry for the early closing" a nasally voice says. "There has been an incident in one of our displays, please leave the museum in an orderly fashion"
Hobie clears his throat, hand scratching at his nape, also not knowing what happens now. "I'll take you home," He stands up, offering you his hand.
"Okay" you feel giddy as you take his outstretched hand. It feels familiar yet oh so different now. You've finally got confirmation about his feelings towards you, no matter how vague it was. You two have all the time in the world to discuss it. You've waited this long, you can endure a few more days of tiptoeing around each other. Baby steps, you think.
Swinging your intertwined hands, you look up at him. "Do you think the incident that they're talking about is this spider?" You pat your jeans pocket where the covered spider is kept. "Like it came out of its enclosure or something?"
"They don't have live specimens here, probably not" he entertains your question, squeezing your hand.
You both leave the museum, hand in hand. Ignoring an alarm blaring from somewhere.
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You hug Hobie's leather jacket tighter around you, the cold air biting at your cheeks, helping numb the pain in your eye. Hobie takes your helmet off for you, the simple action he's done a million times before makes your heart skip a beat. You watch him with curious eyes, waiting for something to happen between you. The large brick building that houses your dorm looms overhead.
You notice him sweating despite the cold, "How do you feel?" You ask, concerned.
"I feel fine" he takes your helmet back towards the compartment of his motorbike. "Why?"
You step over to him, your palm feeling his forehead for a sign of a fever. "You're sweating, it's like fifteen degrees, why are you sweating?" He leans into your touch, sighing a bit.
"It's because I'm bloody fit" Hobie smirks, winking at you playfully.
You roll your eyes, "what if you're actually allergic to that spider bite? We might need to get you to a hospital" pulling back your hand to your side.
"I'm fine, seriously. I have no idea why I'm sweating though" He wipes his moist forehead.
"Okay. I can come with, just to make sure you don't have a weird reaction to it"
"You'll come to the after party?"
"You're still going to that?" Why? She'll be there, you bite your tongue, jealousy gripping you again. He's not going because of that, right?
"Yeah, It'll probably be the last one with the band, I want to make the most of it"
"Okay, just be careful" you wrap your pinky around his, "ask the others for help if you suddenly feel sick, please?"
"I will. Go to bed, you're knackered. Get some ice on that once you wake up, yeah?"
You bravely stand on your tiptoes to reach his cheek, kissing his skin softly. It feels just right, like your lips were perfectly molded for his cheek. Hobie seems like he ran out of air, frozen into place. He has no idea where to put his hands, your waist seems to be a little suggestive, arms seems to be more on the friendly side, if he grabs the back of your neck, Hobie's afraid he might pull you in for a kiss, which you might not want right now. So he settles for your shoulder, it feels awkward still.
You pull away, seeing a very rare sight of a flustered Hobie. Almost giggling, you clamp down, not wanting to tease him more or he might start hiding this kind of face he's currently making. His pupils are blown out, mouth agape. He returns to his nonchalant expression when he notices you biting your lips to stifle your giggling.
Grabbing his hands in yours, you bat your lashes, "Drive carefully, please?"
Hobie pulls you in by your belt loop, hugging you, his chin rests on the crown of your head, long arms enveloping you. He pokes your scalp with his chin. Your laugh pierces through the dark.
"Yeah, yeah" Pulling away, he carefully grazes his forefinger over to your black eye. "Sorry, 'bout this"
"Not your fault. Thank you for jumping in to save me, even if I yelled at you after" you look at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, again"
He shakes his head, not knowing the exact words to reply to you. Rubbing your leather clad arms, he stops when he reaches your hands. "Keep this for tonight, you can bring it back to me tomorrow, yeah?" Hobie subtly asks you out.
You grin at him asking for you to come visit him the next day. "Mm-hmm, I was gonna visit you anyway. You're due for a fitting"
"Yeah? Finished our baby then?" An excited smile appears on his lips.
"Almost, I think you'll like it" You say smugly.
"You made it, it's a guarantee I'll like it"
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You adjust the weight of your heavy bag on your shoulder, walking along the water towards Hobie's houseboat. Grinning at the familiar boat, you speed walk to the doors. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, excited to see Hobie again after last night, After his 'confession'.
Hugging his leather jacket around your torso, moving the bag slightly away, just to show him that you didn't forget to bring it with you.
Knocking, you call out to Hobie. "Hey, it's me!"
The boat rocks a bit to the side, tilting your head, curious at what might've caused its movement since the river is calm. Finn is right, you can't hear anything happening inside. The boat tilts again, you hold onto the wall for support.
You knock again, "Hobie! Are you okay in there?"
Hobie finally answers the door, it swings wildly, sweat dripping on his bare chest, still in his boxers, his wicks uncharacteristically standing in messy angles. Gripping the doorknob in an iron hold, his chest heaves up and down like he's run a marathon, or like he justâ
Hobie seems like he can't properly construct a proper sentence, he blinks at you through watery eyes, licking his dry lips.
You were about to ask him if he's okay, you freeze in place, face falling when a female voice rings somewhere insideâ "Hobs?"
You feel a hole caving in your heart, leaving a Hobie shaped chasm, eyes glistening in the morning sun, you don't even wait for his explanation. You just run, run as fast as your legs could take you. You have no idea where to go. Your heart is shattering with every step, you have no time to pick up the pieces, leaving it scattered in the wind.
You can hear Hobie yelling your name, ignoring his urgent calls, you sprint away.
A/N: Everything will make sense in the next chapter đ thank you for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it, it encourages me to write more â€ïž
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Hey y'all! So I saw this really ~entertaining~ post by @janitorhutcherson the other day and got inspired to write a little drabble based on it. Sorry if this isn't great, this is quite literally my first time ever writing any form of fanfiction much less smut so feel free to give constructive criticism. Hope you guys enjoy this!
WARNING- 18+, consume this content at your own discretion (smut under the cut)
The original post~ peeta mellark the type of man to stick his hand between your thighs under the table at dinner while having the nerve to force you to make conversation
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The plans had been set for days, but you still let out a deep sigh pulling on your favorite black dress and throwing your hair into a loose updo before flopping onto your bed. You and your long term boyfriend Peeta Mellark were scheduled to meet with Haymitch and Katniss for dinner and you were already going to be late. Peeta walks into your shared bedroom, his blonde hair slicked back and muscular frame emphasized by his white button up and half-done bowtie. "Babe, we've gotta be out the door in five minutes or else Katniss might literally shoot me" the older boy says while sitting down onto the bed next to you. "I know, I know, but you're the one whose made us this late already!" you retort, sitting up to run your hands through his gorgeous hair. You laugh as he makes an annoyed face and moves to fix his appearance, so you remind him "Peeta, you look good no matter how your hair is styled, now lemme get that bowtie so we can leave." He gives you a slight eye roll, but can't help but smile when you tug on the pathetic attempt of a knot your boyfriend tied on his neck. "You know if you wanted to choke me, all you had to do was ask" he teases, making your face go slightly red as you look away. "Oh shut up bread boy, in your dreams" was your only response as you gently fix his bowtie and straighten it on his neck. "Do I look perfectly handsome yet?" he jokes, cocky grin on his face, and you sigh. "Sure you do loverboy, just not as gorgeous as I do" you say with a wink.
You arrive at the resturaunt at 7:18, much to the dismay of Peeta who had promised a prompt 7:15 reservation for the quartet. You grab his hand and drag him into the building, where he sheepishly looks around for his companions. "Peeta! Y/N! We're over here!" you hear a familiar rough alto lilt. "Hey Katniss!" Peeta greets shyly as you two walk over to the corner of the restaurant. You feel your boyfriend lean his head into yours and hear him start to whisper "this place has a no bow and arrow policy, right?" You can't help but giggle aloud at his comment. Even though Katniss was a legend with her weapon of choice, you knew she would never hurt anyone unless necessary, even if they are wandering into dinner late. "Where's Haymitch off to this time?" you wonder aloud, glancing around the resturaunt for sight of the older man. Katniss rises from where she is seated to give you a warm embrace while sighing. "He ran off to the bathroom a few minutes ago, but knowing him he could be halfway to the Capitol at this point". Turning to Peeta, she opts for a gentle flick on the nose and an eye roll, "for almost certainly being the reason you're both late". You all get situated into the booth, you and Peeta next to each other and Katniss across, with room for Haymitch whenever he appears again.
You're deep into your second round of drinks, gossiping about Gale's newest act of narcissism when Haymitch stumbles up to the table with a lopsided grin on his face. You're not quite sure, but you think you hear him mutter something about "bread boy and his flower girl" under his breath, and you blush at the nickname. The first time Peeta had introduced you to his loved ones, Haymitch and Katniss included, you had prepared a fresh bouquet from the forest behind your cottage for each of them. While most found the gesture sweet, Haymitch laughed playfully at you and told Peeta he had found a keeper. You snap our of your memories when you hear Peeta ask "Y/N, do you know what you wanna order?". "Oh sorry, I'll just get some fried noodles if that works?" you reply, to which he nods.
"So anyways Y/N, how is your little kitten doing? Last I heard he was tearing up your bedsheets at night with those sharp claws" Katniss remarked. You're about to answer when Haymitch pipes in, "I think the bedsheets were torn by someone else we know", a smug smirk resting on his face. You can feel your face flush as Peeta nearly chokes on his drink next to you, sputtering in shock at his mentor's crass insinuation. After a moment of shocked silence, you reply "oh yeah he's a little troublemaker little Charlie, silly little guy". 'Real smooth, Y/N' you think as you internally groan. "Well then..." Katniss thankfully intervenes, "Buttercup has been a complete menace the last few days and we can't figure out why". You zone out a bit as she explains the older kitty's disasterous ways until you're snapped back to reality by the familiar feel of Peeta's hand on your thigh. This wasn't an uncommon occurances for the two of you; you know how much your boyfriend loves to tease you while you were out together, but doing so in the company of others was completely new. You cast him a questioning glance out of the corner of your eye, still stuck in the world inside your own head. "I just don't see why you let those furry rascals behave like that. They seem more trouble than they're worth" Haymitch grunted. 'Oh right, cats' you remember and quickly start "our little Charlie is just too cute to discipline too much, he should grow out of his kitten curiosity soon enough". From beside you, Peeta responds "I tried to yell at him for getting fur in my dough, but Y/N scolded me instead". All you could think about was his hand dancing up your inner thigh until he's so close to where you need him. 'Is he absolutely insane?!' you ponder as you kick his leg under the table. "Hmm, seems like there might be a little trouble in paradise over there" Haymitch declared, to Katniss' disapproval. "No, I'm sure they're too infatuated with each other to even consider arguing over parenting a cat" she chortles as you force yourself to laugh along.
The only thing on your mind is Peeta. Peeta's strong arms rubbing against your side as you talk. Peeta's smooth voice laughing alongside your own. Peeta's thick fingers sliding the hem of your dress up further and further to gain access to the one place he truly desires. Thankfully, Katniss and Haymitch seem to be unaware of the tension unfolding across the booth from them as they bicker over who knows what. You hear Peeta chime in "Well I guess that makes sense, but wouldn't the Capitol stop that from happening in the first place?". Asshole, how could he be so calm and collected while his fingers are rubbing circles into your upper thigh. "FUCK!". You can't help but yelp in surprise and unexpected pleasure as Peeta's fingers slide under your underwear and slip between your wet folds. Conversation at the table halts as your three companions look at you with concern, but you can see a taunting glimmer in your boyfriend's eyes as he remarks "babe, are you feeling alright?". Katniss quickly chimes in, "I can call Prim if you're ill, her healing abilities are getting better every day.". 'Goddammit Peeta' you think as you try to formulate a coherent response. "Oh no no no no I'm alright, I just got a little cramp in my leg is all, everything is alright now" you reassure the group, making extra care to glare at the blonde boy next to you.
He just hums in response, sliding his fingers up so they rest on your swollen clit. 'Oh what a jackass'. "Anyways, how is Effie doing these days? Haven't seen her in weeks." Peeta asks as he starts making slow circles over your clit. Your breathing quickens. Across from you, Haymitch starts explaining "her mother got ill, she's been staying with her parents while helping her mom recover". You're trying to listen, but your eyes slide shut as Peeta's gentle caresses turn more rough, gaining speed and pressure against your throbbing clit. You let out a sigh as you feel a finger prod at your sensitive entrance, slowly sliding in and exploring it's newfound territory. 'You're alright, Y/N. Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out. Don't give him the reaction he's looking for and he should stop.'. Another finger enters, curling into your sweet spot. Katniss and Peeta have moved onto grilling Haymitch about just *how* he knows so much about Effie's life as the older man sputters trying to find an excuse. As Peeta's fingers keep moving inside you, you're grateful for the excuse to recluse yourself from the conversation. A few weeks before Effie departed for the Capitol, she had drunkenly confessed to you the extent of she and Haymitch's relationship. She proceeded to swear you to secrecy, a vow you refused to break.
All was going well in the conversation, or as well as it could be with your boyfriend steadily assaulting your core with his rough hand, until Peeta glances at you and asks "well Y/N, since Effie told you you can't say anything from that night how about instead you tell us about when Effie accidentally got high on her birthday flowers you gave her?". "I'm sorry, the time she WHAT?" Katniss gawked at the blonde's outrageous statement before turning to you. "Now this is a story we have to hear" Haymitch pitched in, a confused smile lurking on his lips. "Well babe? You've gotta share now" Peeta smirks, moving his fingers inside you at an increased rate. "W- w- well it was Effie's birthday like Peeta said" you began, all of your focus going into keeping your voice steady as your boyfriend continued his movements, "a- and I couldn't afford a r- real gift for her so I gathered a nice bouquet from the f- forest.". You couldn't find the words you needed, your brain instead resorting to a steady chant of 'Peeta, Peeta, Peeta, Peeta'. You take a deep breath in, more of a gasp, before trying to continue "basically Effie thought they would be edible so she put them on her slice of cake Peeta made her and I found her later in town trying to play catch with a stray cat". You heave a sigh of relief as Katniss and Haymitch start laughing, too enamored by your tale to notice your speedy finish and reddening face. Just as you think you're in the clear, Peeta slides a third finger into your entrance while challenging "yeah, and what happened after that babe?". At this point you can barely breathe, needing an escape from this booth and fast, so you say "sorry I need to go to the restroom" and try to close your thighs to stand up. Peeta, however, has other plans, telling you "you can go in just another minute, you've gotta finish your story for me first" with a wink. You feel his fingers moving in and out of you, curving perfectly into the spot that nearly makes you see stars, as you try to stammer "I got Peeta to h- help a- and the stray cat was C- Charlie who we rescued". "You feel the muscles in your stomach start to contract and you know if Peeta doesn't stop his ministrations right now you're going to cum at the table. Your hand flies down to grab his wrist and he instantly halts his movement, retracting his hand and subtly helping you resituate your garments before you stand and rush to the bathroom. The last thing you hear as you're leaving the booth is the blonde whisper "good girl" into your ear, making you weak in the knees.
'Get yourself together Y/N' you thought as you splashed cool water on your face. You had been so close to your orgasm you could almost taste it, and now you had to calm your mind and body before you return to the group and finish dinner. You took a few more deep breaths and thoroughly readjusted your clothing to hide any lingering evidence of your encounter before stepping back out into the resturaunt and rejoining the table.
In the time it took you to compose yourself and return, food had been served and your three companions had already began to dig into their meals. "Hey, you're back, are you sure you're feeling alright?" Katniss questions, genuine concern shining through her usually flat tone. "Yeah I'm alright, that leg cramp was acting up again so I just needed to stretch it out a little bit" you lie as you sit down to try your noodles. The rest of the meal goes smoothly, and attention is diverted from you when Haymitch finally decides to reveal some details about him and Effie. As the four of you laugh away the evening, you feel like you're at home, surrounded by the people you love most in life. "Well, it was a pleasure getting to see you guys tonight" Peeta sighs standing up and stretching. Your group ended up staying at the resturaunt until all of you are yawning trying to stay awake amidst your chaotic conversing. As all of you stand up and start grabbing your jackets, Haymitch asks "is anybody interested in catching dessert before we all depart? I'm personally stuffed but I guess I'll cover you guys for some cake, my treat". Katniss smiles, but replies "I'm good Haymitch, use that money to buy Effie something nice", then laughs. You catch Peeta's eye with an inquisitive glance, but notice his eyes darken as he turns to you with a smirk. He responds, "Thanks Haymitch, but I think Y/N has dessert covered for me tonight."
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An Extended Sesh
Pairing: Nara Shikamaru x f!Reader
Summary: Smoking With Shikamaru (fic version). Our lovely reader is going out to her weekly sesh with her pals, but there are a few things about this week that differ from the last.
W/c: 4.4k
Warnings: Fluff. Oui'd. Mary Jo. Reefer. Pot. Cannabis. Shikamaru's got a bit of a dirty mind, but we're all over 18 (RIGHT?), we can take it.
Notes: teehee, i'm a slut for thc and shikamaru - lmk how y'all feel, i implore you - also this fic works as a part 2 if anyone wants a smuttier extension.
Masterlistđż
That smell of the rubbing alcohol as it broke down the thick, black resin that coated your favourite bong permeated the air, putrid and clinging to every inch of your sinus. The down stem and bowl piece were off to the side, soaking in salt and more rubbing alcohol inside of a tied up bag. Gagging, you shook your bong, covering the lip and the mouthpiece.
Nothing was more disgusting. But you had to do it. Not for yourself, you would've been happy just poking holes through the down stem.
It was for that fucking prick.
He always brought his piece to seshes, but lately he'd been bitching about how much of a drag it was to be the only valuable member of the sesh. In all fairness, everyone bought their leaf off of him and you were the only other person in the village to have glass to smoke out of. But that was how you could tell his gripes were targeted.
So, you had to volunteer to bring your piece this week. And, of course, that prick teased you and said that your bong was probably made of glass thinner than a bottle. Like you only had one.
Before he had said that, you had thought to bring Calissa - your thinnest, cheapest bong. But, fuck, the look on his smug, dreamy face, if he were right- you had to bring out the big guns.
Big Bertha was your second-pick, she was a much thicker glass and had strips of crystals blown into her neck. But she was small, and you hated her down stem. Plus, Talia was the prettiest of all - you had to impress Shikamaru.
Letting your chosen piece soak for a second in the bath tub, you moved to shake the bag that the down stem and bowl piece were in. The liquid turned murky as soon as you moved it and you sighed - you thanked the stars for giving you the foresight to scrape them first. You rinsed them out a few times then moved to your bong, that you knew would blow that prick out of the water.
"Alright, Talia," you said to your favourite piece as you dumped the alcohol out of her lip. "Rinse, swish, repeat, then we're outta here."
Once you were finished, you put her down stem and bowl piece back, then wrapped the gorgeous bong in a fluffy towel. It was Talia's designated towel. Her black and gold design stood stark against the white fuzz of the blanket, making you smile a bit as you rolled a corner of the blanket and stuffed it down her neck. You rolled her in the blanket and put her in your bag, the neck peeking out just a tad.
With a deep breath, you threw your grinder, your wallet, a packet of tobacco, and rolling papers into your bag. In the last second, you grabbed one of your nicer decks of cards, just in case, and just to further your position as a valuable member of the sesh.
You left your shabby apartment to meet everyone at the Eastern tree line, just South of Nara Forest.

Standing around was such a drag. Leave it to Kiba to be the one holding everyone up.
"Let's just go, he'll be able to smell us," Choji groaned. Shikamaru had been thinking similarly, but knew he was right in his decision to keep it inside when your frowned deeply.
Mirroring your expression, Ino chided, "That's rude, Choji. Could you imagine how you'd feel if we left you to find us?"
"I'd be fine! I would want you guys to start without me, if I was going to be so inconsiderately late," he argued, crossing his arms.
"We'll wait another minute," Shikamaru interjected derisively. "Kiba will be able to find us."
Though he thought you would be happy with the compromise, you rolled your eyes and went back to talking to Ino and Tenten. Your smile grew as you spoke to them, and Shikamaru watched you gesticulate strangely. The women laughed loudly, and you seemed happy their reactions, until you looked at Shikamaru.
Your eyes glinted with an edge, and your smile faltered for a breath. Quickly, you looked back at Tenten and Ino as they held each other, giggling.
"What's so funny?" Shikamaru asked, trying to seem as casual as possible, striding up to your small group, ignoring the conversation Choji and Shino were trying to loop him into.
"Oh, Y/n was telling us about-" Tenten began, still chuckling.
"Nothing important," you interrupted. The way you avoided his eye piqued his interest.
Ino pushed your shoulder a little and giggled, "We'd leave out the important bits."
"You can't do this to me, Smokey," Shikamaru teased you. Just like he wanted, your eyes snapped to his and he got to see that beautiful bite behind your gaze. He grinned, "C'mon, I know you want to tell me."
Eye twitching, you answered, "Don't call me that."
"Why not, Smokey Bear?"
Oh, you got so deliciously upset every time Shikamaru teased you. He loved poking the proverbial bear, if only to see how your eyes tore him up. You couldn't have been more obvious; he riled you up, and you loved it just as much as he did.
Not taking his bait, you answered his first question, "I was telling the girls about how I spent two whole hours cleaning my bong, because you're such a prick."
Maybe he was hearing things.
"Sounds to me like you put in effort, just to impress me," he asserted confidently, even though he was crumbling on the inside.
Beside you, Tenten and Ino giggled, and Ino leaned into whisper something in your ear, covering her mouth. The three of you got into a whispered conversation, peppered with giggles and scoffs. Shikamaru took a step to the side to digest... your words. Your tone.
Such a prick.
A prick, sure, but such a prick? That seemed unreasonable. How could you think that? Was it the teasing? Shikamaru was in a slight panic, he had always teased you. For years.
"I'm here! I'm here!"
"About fuckin' time!" Choji exclaimed as Kiba ran up to the group. "What took you so long?"
"Akamaru was having an issue with one of Hana's ninken," he explained, trying to catch his breath. Kiba inhaled deeply then smiled at everyone, sparing your group of girls an extra second. "I hope I didn't make you guys wait too long."
"No, no," Ino said kindly, moving to stand nearer to Kiba.
"Yeah, we like watching grass grow," you joked, coming behind the two of them to stand on the other side of Kiba.
Seemly jealous of how closely you and Ino were standing by Kiba, Tenten went to him and took his hand. Kiba looked around at the three women that surrounded him and smiled so broadly that all of his teeth were on display.
Tenten pulled him to her side and started flirting in earnest while taking him into the forest. You walked beside Tenten while Ino walked on the other side of Kiba. His head bounced around to the three of you, clearly getting torn in three different directions.
"I hate him," Shino grumbled.
"Me too," Choji agreed.
"Hatred is an illness," Shikamaru said, beginning to walk into the forest as well.
"Yeah, don't act like you're not one of the afflicted," Choji chided as he and Shino came up on either side of Shikamaru. "We all saw that face you had on after Y/n walked up to Kiba."
"You do psychoanalysis now?"
"Even my bugs saw it," Shino added.
Shikamaru sighed, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sweat pants. He watched you intensely as you took your bag off your shoulder and gave it to Kiba, thanking him.
Fuck, Shikamaru should've been the one to take your bag. It did look heavy. Maybe he was a prick.
"Perhaps I should sit on this until we're alone-"
"It's not like they're listening," Shikamaru pointed out, immediately interested in what Shino had to say.
"Well," he started, much quieter. Choji leaned over Shikamaru and even Shikamaru leaned in, terribly curious. "I was talking to Kiba the other day at the izakaya... and he said if he were to make a move on one of the girls, it'd be Y/n."
"Grand."
"If he were to, or is he planning to?" Choji asked.
"He's planning on it, if you-" Shino's index found itself in the center of Shikamaru's chest. "-don't step up to bat, soon."
Fuck. And you definitely didn't think Kiba was a prick.
It wasn't even a question in his mind; Shikamaru had to change your opinion of him. As soon as possible.

"Would you rather have sex with a being that has the Fifth Hokage's body and the Third Hokage's head - or... rethatch the entire Academy building?"
"That's disgusting, Kiba!"
"Can I close my eyes in the Fifth-Third situation?" You asked across the circle.
"Nope, eye contact is necessary," Kiba confirmed with a devilish grin. He looked over at Ino pointedly and added, "At least someone understands that we're playing a hypothetical game."
"Okay, who's neck does the being have?" Shikamaru asked, his voice so deep, you could feel the vibration while sitting beside him.
The question made you snicker wildly, having to look away for a second. Kiba repeated, "Neck?"
"Yeah, where's the cut-off," Shikamaru clarified.
You looked back at him and he was smiling so softly that it made you nervous. Cripes, such handsome men were always nerve-wracking. What was he planning?
Shikamaru cleared his throat, looking to Kiba. He shrugged, "It's a fair question."
"Hiruzen-neck," Kiba decided.
"Yeah, give me the roof," the black haired boy yucked. "No amount of tit could distract me from that turkey neck."
As you laughed at his decision, Ino chastised Shikamaru and Kiba for speaking about the Hokages so lewdly. It just made you laugh harder as Tenten blew out her stale smoke.
"I'd say," she coughed. "Give me the being."
"Me too," you agreed with a soft laugh, taking Talia from her. You took up the bowl piece and Shikamaru passed you his grinder before you could pick up yours. You took it hesitantly. "...Thank you."
"No problem," he replied cheerily.
Quickly, you packed a horrifically small bowl and tried to gave him back his grinder.
Shikamaru smiled at you, eyes crinkling so sweetly, as he pushed the grinder back to you. With a beautiful lilt, he chuckled, "Are we rationing?"
"You pack it for me then," you sighed, feeling a little anxious. "I don't want to steal all your weed."
"You could if you wanted to," Shikamaru told you as he took the bowl piece and the grinder from you. By blessing of his grinder being so large, he literally dipped the bowl into the shredded weed and scooped up a lung-buster. With that same sweet smile, he slotted the bowl piece into the down stem and looked deeply into your eyes. "Think you can take it?"
"Y-yeah, I can take it," you exhaled. You snapped back into reality, shaking your head quickly and looking away.
The man sitting beside you couldn't take his eyes off of you as you toked, and your thoughts began bouncing off the walls of your mind.
Oh, something was wrong. Something was off, something had happened.
You just didn't know what.
All you knew was that Shikamaru was suddenly acting all sweet with you.
First, he insisted that he sit with you and Tenten, to help you with Talia. Then, he couldn't stop complimenting Talia. Sure, she was a beautiful piece, but he didn't even make one snide comment, even when you fucking prompted him.
Worse yet, when everyone pooled their money to give to him, Shikamaru had slipped fifty yen back into your pocket without anyone but you noticing. You had tried to give it back, but he argued, and told you that he had overcharged you last week.
What sealed the deal for you was the fact that he wasn't letting you touch your own weed, only his. And no one got to smoke from Shikamaru's personal stash. Ever.
"Everything okay, Smokey?" Shikamaru asked you quietly, everyone else talking about the would you rather question Kiba had posed.
You looked around and remarked how inebriated your friends were. They could never match your tolerance, but Shikamaru could give you a run for your money.
He nudged you, moving a bit closer on the fallen tree that you, he and Tenten were using as a bench. When you looked into his eyes, that glint that boiled your blood was absent, and the corners of his eyes drooped a bit, making Shikamaru look so... kind.
"What's up with you?" You asked finally.
"Me?" He asked, smiling wide. Shikamaru put his hand on his chest and shook his head. "I'm alright, thanks for asking."
"No, you fucking prick," you said. Shikamaru's smile dropped in an instant, where he normally would have laughed. You pointed and asked, "That... why aren't you being my friend right now?"
He seemed at a loss for words. Shaking his head, much more seriously, Shikamaru stuttered, "I- I am... I am your friend. Right?"
"Yeah," you nodded. "You're my friend. So where are the jabs, the taunts? You're so mean, all the time, and it's disconcerting to see you be so nice."
Shikamaru looked down, studying the forest floor. You looked around briefly before you cleared out your stale and passed Talia to Shikamaru.
"Is it Tenten?" You whispered into his ear. Shikamaru gave you a cut eye and you leaned back, nodding. He probably just wanted to make a good impression on her without directly flirting with her. That was fair. Tenten was so pretty. "Okay, I'll keep your secret."
"That's not it," he mumbled, probably thinking of something to deter you from the right track.
"Then what is it?"
Shikamaru looked at you, more emotion on his face than you had ever seen before. And it broke your heart, because he looked so sad.
"Do you wanna know?" He asked. You nodded, and Shikamaru's lip quirked a tad. "Do you really wanna know?" You nodded again. "Do you really really wanna know?"
"Yes, damnit, tell me."
"No," he smirked.
You groaned. What a fucking prick. You knew he was stalling, coming up with something to hide his attraction to Tenten. Stars, he got under your skin so easily, it was like he lived there.
"Let's smoke together, later, just the two of us, and I'll tell you then."
He should invite Tenten to sesh, if he likes her so much, you thought bitterly. You narrowed your eyes at him, but nodded slowly. "Alright, you're on then."

He'd never been so nervous. Never, not once in his life. Jittery, that would have been a great way to describe it. He was absolutely shaking with anticipation. Shikamaru couldn't wait to shake off the others, just to get you alone.
Shino, high as a kite, with a cloud of bugs around him, hung off of Shikamaru's neck as the group made it's way back to the village, walking from the plot of forest just South of the gorgeous Nara woods, then through the Nara compound. Everyone definitely smelled a little, but Shikamaru had brought peppermint oil to mask it. None of his relatives paid his group any real attention, nothing more than a passing glance.
"Let me braid your hair, Y/n," Ino whined at you, running her fingers through your locks.
"It's too short," you weakly argued.
Tenten scoffed on your other side, playing with the ends of your hair, "Shut up."
"Would you let me braid your hair, Y/n?" Kiba asked.
The three of you, having been walking in front, slowed and looked back at the four boys. Shikamaru, not wanting to see how you would smile at Kiba and agree, looked off to one of his aunt's houses.
"Fuck no," you scoffed. Shikamaru looked at you, trying to conceal his joy at your genuinely put-off expression. "Can you even braid hair, Kiba, or are you just putting me on?"
"Ah, I could always learn for you," he flirted.
"I know how to braid," Shikamaru lied. Your eyes shifted to him and softened. Yes.
"What kinds of braids?" You asked. No.
"I- er, the regular one?"Â Shit, he didn't know there would be a quiz. He thought about his mother, her strange braids, and added, "And... the fish braid?"
"You can fishtail braid?" Tenten questioned, completely disbelieving.
"Like fuck he can," Kiba laughed.
"Show us, Shikamaru!" Ino prompted him.
Fuck sake.
No, he couldn't come clean. He could figure out how to braid right now, with an audience, in front of the woman he'd been pining after for years, even if it seemed like a hard braid. Yeah, sure. Good stars, he needed a miracle.
"Alright, then, I need a model," he said as smugly as possible, looking at you. "Smokey...?"
"Well, this, I have to see," you said, shifting your bag on your shoulder as you walked to a bench on the side of the road.
Shit, he wasn't supposed to let you carry that back. He already neglected to help you with it the first time. Shikamaru was going to carry it back for you, but he took one toke too many to remember, before he was reminded. Cripes, he really was a prick, wasn't he?
Shikamaru stood behind you, sitting Shino down beside you, as Choji and Kiba crowded around him and the girls sat on your other side. Tenten started telling him, "Fishtail is four sections, not-"
"Don't tell him!" Choji cut her off.
Tenten crossed her arms and started watching with everybody as Shikamaru stared at your gorgeous, shining hair. It caught the sun so nicely, it was almost distracting. Slowly, he brought his hands to your hair, gently pulling out a few knots.
"You can be a bit rougher, if you want. I can take it," you said.
Shikamaru bit his tongue and shook his head, though you couldn't see him. Rougher, maybe in the bedroom. Oh, that'd be the day, when he would feel your silken hair and hear you say those same words, but in such a different context.
As carefully and precisely as he could, Shikamaru divided your hair into four sections, like Tenten had said.
Then came the hard part. He hadn't much of a clue what to do.
Well, a braid was just a series of woven plaits, right?
He took the furthest right section and brought it over the center two, then repeated the action with the left. Yeah, okay, that didn't look wrong. Shikamaru pulled it tighter then repeated it, moving the new furthest right second over the two in the middle, then the left. He tightened it, then again, right over two, left over two.
Shit, this wasn't hard at all.
"I should've put money on this," Shikamaru murmured as he neared the ends of your hair.
"I want to put money on the chance that you just learned that on the fly," Tenten laughed, voice full of praise.
Which only made Ino swoon, "Even if he did..."
"Man, I hate you," Kiba said.
There was no music as triumphant to Shikamaru's ear.
But, no one's opinion mattered but yours. As Shikamaru laid the braid over your shoulder, having gone down as far as he could without his fingers fumbling around, he waited with bated breath as you examined it. Seeing you wrap a hair elastic from your wrist around the end made Shikamaru's heart pound in his chest. You ran your fingers up the center, then started pulling at the sides near the top.
Fuck, you hated it.
"What's wrong with it?" Shikamaru asked quickly.
"Nothing," you giggled. Despite your answer, you kept pulling it the braid that Shikamaru was shaking over. "It's really tight, Shikamaru, you did a really good job on this."
He was going to cry. Right in the middle of the Nara compound, in the midst of all of his friends, in front of all of his family.
That sentence alone was like winning the lottery.
"Bet I could do better," Kiba said, trying to steal Shikamaru's moment.
"Well, not on my head, I'm never taking this out," you said to Kiba, standing up from the bench. Shikamaru contained himself, biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood. Tenten and Ino both shared your refusal, already having their hair done-up.
The group started moving again, though the order had gotten strange. Kiba and Ino occupied the front, trailed by you and Shino, having been the one to pick him back up, while Choji, Tenten and Shikamaru held the end. Shikamaru was walking right behind you, watching the way your braid- his braid bopped around as you moved.
It was all Shikamaru could do to not steal you away and leave the group. You said you would smoke with him later. Later was now. Shikamaru needed later to be now.
Finally, you gave Shino to Tenten and the two of them peeled away from the group, going in the direction of their neighbourhoods. Choji popped off next, in the direction of the Akimichi compound, and Ino left in the other direction, to the Yamanaka compound.
It left just you, Shikamaru, and Kiba.
"I'm going down to Imanishi in a bit, Y/n," Kiba started boldly. "I'd love it if you came with me."
"Not tonight," you said with a smile. "Shikamaru and I are hanging out."
Kiba looked at Shikamaru over your head. His eyebrow cocked and Shikamaru dipped his head a little, making Kiba smile, but his eyes drooped ever so slightly. He got the message.
"Ah, don't worry about it," he said, speeding up a little. Kiba turned and waved at you and Shikamaru, before saying, much to Shikamaru's chagrin, "If anything ever falls through, you'll know where to find me."
"Whatever you say," you sang, shaking your head with the smallest smile.
Shikamaru gave Kiba a quick two finger salute as he turned back around, continuing on his merry way. Alone at last, Shikamaru took a deep breath, basking in the notes of your fragrance the held in the air around him.
"Your place or mine?"
"My bed's bigger," he murmured, not thinking. Shikamaru's eyes widened as your eyebrows shot up. "I mean for sitting on. Or we could smoke in my living room. My bed doesn't even matter, what?"
"So, your place then."
"Yeah."
"Cool."

"On particularly romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion," you stated, twirling around Shikamaru's open living room.
"And, do answers ever dip you?" He asked, standing from the navy blue couch slowly.
Pattering over with the softest steps, you opened you arms to Shikamaru and he took you in his. He whisked you around the room as if the two of you were standing atop a cloud, though the cold hardwood was tingling your toes. Your eyelids felt heavier as you looked up at him, smiling down at you so gently that you were sure he wasn't aware of the smile.
"Sometimes," you replied. Shikamaru spun you gracefully from the three step, then caught you. He dipped you back lowly, his thick forearm flush to your back, and you giggle, "But they're never real."
"I am," he murmured, pulling you back to your feet. "This is."
"Mhm," you hummed, taking his hand and twirling yourself.
Shikamaru smiled, taking a step to the window while letting his fingers linger, interlocked with yours. When he finally let go, your fingers snapped. Cripes, how could this possibly be real?
"In what flavour does your confusion come?" Shikamaru asked as he sat on the tuffet in front of the window, getting the dab rig ready.
"Rocky Road is my favourite," you answered, your first few dabs clouding the part of your mind that contended with metaphors, sitting on the ground in front of him. "Rum Raisin is pretty good too... ooh, and Pralines and Cream. Mm, can't go wrong."
"Grandmama? Is that you?" He laughed, igniting the torch.
You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress your laugh as you laid back on the hardwood. Looking at his popcorn ceiling, you sighed, "No one is as big of a hater as you, Shikamaru."
"You should hear what I keep inside," he snorted as he moved the flame around the banger.
"I should, you're right," you said, sitting right back up. Shikamaru smirked at you, eyes glinting playfully, making you feel so warm and welcomed. You grinned, "C'mon then, I know you wanna tell me."
"Do you really think I'm a prick?" He asked suddenly.
You shook your head and shrugged, "Only playfully. Like, I'd trust you to hold my baby, if I had one, but I wouldn't trust you to not draw on my face if I fell asleep first at a party."
"Alright," he nodded, seemingly relieved. "I can't fault you. I'd write my name across your forehead, for sure."
"Cripes, you wanna brand me?" You asked, laughing. Shikamaru bit back a smile, shaking his head and looking at the glass as it started to turn red. You hummed, "That can't be it, I always call you a prick. Tell me what else is inside that big, beautiful brain of yours."
"If this dab goes alright, maybe."
Shikamaru clicked off the torch and quickly gathered up the small pot of butter concentrate the two of you were using. He collected a sizeable pearl and you scoffed, "You plan on keeping your secrets, huh?"
"Just watch the master, sweetheart," he cooed condescendingly.
If you hadn't been so high, that would've sent you on some convoluted diatribe about how mean and prick-ish Shikamaru was. But, as it stood, you had no desire to say anything like that to him. You had no idea how fucking amazing being alone with Shikamaru would be. You had an inkling, but you couldn't have imagined how happy you would be in the moment.
Your previous notion of Tenten being the one he wanted wasn't even a flicker in your mind. That was stupid, wasn't it? Shikamaru wouldn't do all this, just to impress your friend. No, he was trying to impress you.
"Okay, now that I have the floor," you said as Shikamaru started to smoke. He looked at you, lips attached to the dab rig, and quirked his brow. You smiled and continued, "There's totally something up with you. You're being so sweet, and it's not like you're not a good person, or anything like that, but you've got me thinking things that are probably so far from the truth-"
"Like what?" He wheezed, mid-toke, blowing out the first round of smoke before going back to the rig.
You scratched the back of your neck, looking away to one of Shikamaru's book shelves. "Well, y'know, like... you like me. Like, wanna-kiss-me kind of like me."
Shikamaru's face flamed red as he exhaled the second round. You watched as he prolonged his toke, trying to put off his answer.
But he couldn't run out the clock on this one. Putting the dab rig down, Shikamaru looked at you tentatively and asserted slowly,
"I... do... want to kiss you. I've... liked you for... years."
"Well, then..."
"Yeah?"
"Don't be a prick about it," you laughed. "Kiss me."
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Time Capsule fic request!
Someone entered the capsule and is in love with Pomni (he actually is a chill and overall nice guy) and later on him and Pomni becoming best friends (maybe he plays the flute and they perform duets a lot)
Caine get jealous but has trouble saying heâs jealous until he overhears the new person confess to Pomni. Caine has now a choice to makeâŠconfess to Pomni and whisk her away from this new guy or let Pomni be taken from him.
CHOICE
A TIME CAPSULE SHOWTIME ONESHOT
AU credit @mangotangerinepastry @the-amazing-digital-time-capsule
WARNING: hurt/comfort, jealousy, alcohol, chain smoking
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Pomni danced across the stage, around the flutist she was dueting with. While the flutist stayed mostly in place to maintain control of their breathing, Pomni spun and kicked and swayed. The melodies from their individual instruments flowed together like musical ribbons in the wind. A truly awe inspiring performance.
Caine stood in the shadows just off stage, smiling dreamily at Pomni. The music was almost as beautiful as she was. He did his best to catch as many performances as possible. The focus and poise demonstrated by her was captivating.
The music ended with both performers striking dramatic poses, holding them for the applause. Then, they took their bows and exit stage right. Pomni smiled when she saw Caine.
He had been lightly applauding with a returned smile in his eyes. "Very well done, Pomni." He praised quietly as he walked past her to the stage. He straightened up and threw his hands out, stage voice on. "Wasn't that wonderful, ladies and gentlemen? Let's hear another round of applause for our intrepid orchestral duo!"
Pomni and the flutist had big drinks of water and put away their instruments as Caine introduced the next act. Pomni propped her leg up on a bench and stretched her hamstring. "Ugh, almost gave myself a cramp on that last spin. I don't know why I can't just play. I shouldn't have to dance around like a monkey."
The flutist shrugged. "Audiences demanded it. You know how it is." He locked up his flute case. "Hey, uh, since we're waiting for Gangle to finish, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something." He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously.
Pomni put her leg down and straightened her jacket. "Sure. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, can we..." The flutist looked around. "Speak privately?" He gestured further backstage where they wouldn't be seen by anyone that came through the staff door.
"Okay..?" Pomni followed him to the secluded corner. She anxiously swung her arms at her side. "So, what's up?"
The flutist took a deep breath. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you..."
Pomni froze, eyes widening a little. Oh no.
Caine exited the stage as Gangle entered in a flourish to give her performance. "Jagoffs." He muttered under his breath. The audience deadpan stares always bore into his skin when he did the announcements. He could feel their judging eyes and disdain for those they saw as beneath them. They sickened him.
Looking around he didn't see Pomni, but her violin was still backstage. She wouldn't have left without it. He heard quiet voices coming from the back, barely over the music from Gangle's performance. He walked over with intent to investigate, but paused when he heard the flutist.
"...I enjoy being your friend, and I hope to stay as such even if you say no, but I wanted to tell you that lately I've been feeling- or rather hoping, that we could...be more than that?" The flutist nervously fidgeted in place, struggling to maintain eye contact.
Pomni cringed. Not from the confession, but from how awkward she felt dealing with this kind of conversation. "Oh....um....heh....."
"It's just, I think you're really cool and smart and- and pretty. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met." The flutist was blushing, grateful for the low light. "There are not a lot of options for dates, but maybe we could go for a walk in the botanical gardens? Later today, maybe?"
Caine's mind could barely process what was happening. This wasn't happening. It couldn't. The way Pomni looks and talks to him led him to believe....was he seeing something that was never there?
Pomni gulped. "Listen, I really like you. You're a good performer and an even better friend. You're fun to be around."
Caine heard enough. He couldn't stand listening to another word. Of course it had been wishful thinking. She was interested in someone less broken. Who could blame her? He stormed out the staff door, slamming it hard.
Pomni jumped at the sudden sound and looked around the crates that hid her and the flutist. There had only been one other person around the stage. "Caine?"
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"Fun to be around. That's what she said!" Caine moped as he downed his drink, sitting at Kinger's bar after hours. "I'm fun! Certainly leaps and bounds beyond someone with a flute shoved up their nose every day!"
"Mmhm." Kinger nodded as he idly polished a glass. "And you overheard their whole conversation?"
"No! I wasn't going to stick around and listen to her fawn over him!" Caine tossed his cigarette butt into the ashtray and immediately lit up another. "I don't care if she likes someone else-"
Kinger looked up from his glass, deadpan expression in his eyes.
"Shut up." Caine pointed at him. "I just wish she wouldn't lead ME on while she was at it!"
"What makes you say that? Pomni's a nice girl, I doubt she'd intentionally-"
"THAT'S JUST IT! She's not! Her feminine whiles are too much for me. The way she talks, the way she smiles, hell- even the way she stands while talking to me at any given time, about any given subject, screams interest." Caine finished his drink and tapped the glass on the bar for a refill.
Kinger obliged. "Caine, you're being ridiculous. I've seen the way you two interact. I doubt she's interested in the other guy. You should've stuck about for the but that was obviously coming."
Caine grumbled and drank. "I was kidding myself ever thinking she'd..." He trailed off, holding his head in his hand.
Kinger almost rolled his eyes. "When you're done having your pity party, go talk to her. You care about her don't you?"
Caine didn't answer, his frown only deepened.
Kinger sighed. "Look, whatever choice she made, that's her choice. You must respect that."
".....I do. But I can still be sad about it."
"Fair enough." Kinger could sympathize with heartbreak better than most.
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Caine's condition did not improve over the coming days. In fact, it worsened. He avoided Pomni at every turn, and spent his off hours drunk off his ass at Kinger's bar and chain smoking like a chimney.
"Filler....up...." Caine slurred, pushing his glass towards Kinger. His head laid on the bar, a half burned cigarette between his teeth.
Kinger took the glass. "I'm cutting you off."
Caine gave a pathetic whine. "Not now...I've almost forgotten how much I....how much I...." Tears spilled out from his teeth.
Kinger wiped down his bar. "If you would just talk to her-"
"I CAN'T!!" Caine spat out his cigarette, scattering ashes. "She won't- she'll just-"
"Stop making assumptions." Kinger said sternly, cleaning up the ashes with some annoyance. "Have you really forgotten the Anniversary Ball already? The way you two danced was like nothing I saw before. And, come on, the bush incident is rather infamous." He chuckled.
"....the....what?" Caine lifted his head slightly. It's dense structure makes his neck droop. "Bush..?"
"Wow, you must be really far gone to not remember the bush. How disheveled and covered in dirt you two were? You're lucky all the guests were too drunk to care."
Caine's bloodshot eyes widened. "You-"
"Oh yeah, we noticed. Plus, Gangle told us all about how she found you. I applaud you, really, gutsy move to do that at an event as important as the anniversary ball."
Caine didn't know how to respond. His memory was fogged by the intense alcohol consumption, but he could just make out the vision of having Pomni beneath him. Her pulling him closer by his tie. His heart racing.
"That was....I don't know what..." Caine grew frustrated and closed his teeth. He held his head in his hands, unsure if he was about to cry again or throw up. The volatile mix of nicotine and alcohol in his system wasn't helping.
Kinger shook his head. "You should really-"
"Meh, meh, meh. I'm Kinger and I know everything about women." Caine childishly mocked. "Just stop. I'm not here for advice. I'm here to pretend I can't feel how much everything hurts."
"I was just going to tell you to look to your right." Kinger nodded to the side.
Caine looked, seeing Pomni sitting on the barstool next to him. "GAH!" His heavy head flew back and dragged his drunk body backwards off his stool. He laid on the floor, dizzy.
"Had enough to not run away this time?" Pomni stared.
Kinger served Pomni a Roy Rogers with a maraschino cherry on top. "Sorry about him, Pomni. He's having an...episode."
Pomni smirked. "Thank you. I'll handle him." She sipped her drink.
Caine rolled over, slowly getting to his knees and even more slowly climbing the bar to get back on his stool. He was hardly capable of coherent thought, let alone fast movements at this point. He thought for a second to summon BUBLE's teleport, he certainly wouldn't have felt it, but the way she looked at him was enough to convince him to stay. He'd missed those eyes.
"You've been avoiding me." Pomni's smirk faltered.
"You've noticed." Caine rubbed his bloodshot eyes.
"Didn't take much. You're not as subtle as you think you are."
Caine felt the hit to his ego all the way in his chest.
Kinger was struggling not to laugh as he cleaned glasses.
Caine dragged his hands down his face. "....why are you here?"
"You overhead me talking to the flutist, didn't you?"
"...yes." Caine eventually admitted.
"Did you hear me turn him down?"
"N- huh??" Caine's head did not like him looking at her so suddenly.
Pomni sipped her drink. "Yeah, I wasn't interested. We're still friends. He's a good guy, but my romantic intrigue lies elsewhere."
"You like someone else..?" Caine couldn't process her words. Too many thoughts were happening at once.
Pomni smiled. "Oh yeah. He's tall, handsome, runs a circus. You might know him?"
Caine stared. One eye blinked before the other. "....I run the circus."
Pomni's drink came out her nose, and Kinger couldn't hold back anymore. Both of them broke into fits of laughter. Kinger pounded his fist on the bar. Pomni coughed and held the cocktail napkin to her face.
Caine was taken aback. "What's so funny?"
"You- HA! You actual dumbass!" Kinger was crying with laughter.
Pomni wiped her face and coughed the rest of her soda out of her wind pipe. Her nose burned. "Caine," She giggled. "Of course it's you. I'm telling you: I like YOU. Honestly, I thought you already knew that."
"But, I haven't done anything. I haven't made the move yet."
Pomni gave him a sympathetic smile. "Times have changed. You don't have to make the first move. Though, if you insist, I'm waiting." She leans against the bar, giving him an inviting look.
Caine sits up, ramrod straight, and looks at Kinger. "Uhhh-"
Kinger put his six hands up, still half laughing. "Don't look at me. You're on your own with this." He wiped up the mess Pomni made and turned his back.
Caine swallowed hard. He wasn't sober enough for this. "Pomni, I... I'm sorry. I was- I AM such an idiot."
"Good start." Kinger said from the sink.
"I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T HELPING!!" Caine snapped.
Kinger's shoulders shook as he chuckled.
"Go on, Caine. I'm listening." Pomni put her hand on his.
Caine could feel his heart hammering, his head swimming. "I can only ask for a chance. Will you allow me...to take you...on a date?"
Pomni grabbed his disheveled shirt and pulled him in to kiss the side of his lower jaw. "Yes."
Caine was stunned. "I love you." He drunkenly drolls out.
"Slow down, tiger." Pomni laughs.
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#20. the wrong impression?
ê© .á wc: 0.9k
ê© .á warnings: a little bit of angst?






âso, do you guys have plans after this?â yeri mused outloud, as she sipped on her mimosa.
âi'm going to eunseok's place,â giselle answered, a smile tugging at her lips. yeri's eyes twinkled in enthusiasm. âah, young love.â
anton snorted. âyou're still young, what do you mean?âÂ
yeri shrugged. âi'm still the oldest, and i'm literally dating y/n's brother. i feel like a big sister watching her siblings grow up.â
giselle let out an âawwâ, squeezing her friend's hand. anton wrinkled his nose, yet a small grin appeared on his face. âyou're getting sappy,â he muttered, snickering.
she rolled her eyes, dismissing his comment. âanton? y/n? what are your plans?â
anton quickly replies with a shrug. "i'll catch up on sleep."
you all nod in understanding, then yeri's eyes turn to you expectantly. before you could respond, giselle interjected, "it involves sohee, right?"
sheâs absolutely right.
you facepalmed yourself in your head. pretending to be best friends with him isnât convincing anyone. what am i even doing? you glanced down at your empty plate, trying to look composed. the fact that iâm seeing him today isnât helping. we really need to rethink our strategyâŠ
ây/n?â yeriâs voice pulled you out of your thoughts, her brow arched in curiosity.
you blinked, realizing you've taken too long to respond. âuh, yeah,â you said quickly, âwe're just gonna hang out at his place. nothing major.â
anton narrowed his eyes slightly, tilting his head. âsohee, huh?â his tone is casual, but thereâs an edge of curiosity in his eyes that made your stomach tighten. âyouâve been studying with him an awful lot lately.â
giselle smirked, clearly enjoying the tension. âyeah, y/n, what could you two be up to, now that it's summer breakâŠâ she trailed off.
you forced a laugh, hoping it sounds natural. âcome on, itâs not like that. i don't like him that.â
yeri leaned her chin on her hand, her gaze inquisitive. âthen what is it like?â
your heart skipped a beat. you could feel their eyes on you, waiting, watching.Â
âitâs nothing,â you said a bit too quickly, brushing them off with a wave of my hand. âweâve gotten close. right, but that's all it is.â
anton raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. âclose enough that you see him more than you see me?â
your face reddened at the accusation. âitâs not like that,â you insisted, but your voice seemed a little too defensive.
theyâre not buying it.Â
giselle grinned knowingly. âwhatever you say, y/n.â
yeri smiled but didn't push further, and the conversation moved onâat least for now.
â a few hours later.
sohee was already waiting when you arrived, sitting casually on the bench near the park entrance in front of his apartment. he spotted you and waved, his usual smile plastered across his face. you managed to return a small smile, but the weight of your thoughts pulled at your chest.
âso,â you said, as you looked around, gesturing at the park, "i thought we were gonna hang out in your apartment?"
"the weather's nice, so why not?" he said as he patted the space beside him. "sit down, you must be tired from walking in the heat."
as you lowered yourself onto the bench, he handed you a beer from a plastic bag. "for old time's sake?" he grinned.
"we're never beating the alcoholics allegations, you know?" you snorted, grabbing the cold can. "but sure."
he rolled his eyes as he gulped down the beverage.
âso⊠how was your last exam?â you asked, after taking a sip.
he smiled, nodding to himself. "it went well, i was worried for nothing."
you nudged him with your elbow. "i knew you could do it!"
he laughed, rubbing the nape of his neck.Â
as you two talked about everything and anything, time seemed to be frozen. and yet, your mind couldn't help but wander. you stared at your lap, deep in thought.Â
"what's wrong? something happened?" his tone was breezy, light as always. "looks like you've got something on your mind."
you hesitated, gaze flitting to his concerned features, then nodded. âyeah, actually."
his smile faltered slightly. âoh. okay, whatâs up?â
you glanced down at your hands, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt. âi just think⊠maybe we should stop hanging out so much..." you trailed off. "our plan backfired!" you exclaimed, gesturing animatedly. "itâs giving the wrong impression.â
there was a pauseâa long, heavy silence that makes your heart pound. when you finally glanced back at him, his expression was unreadable, but you noticed the way his shoulders tensed.
âthe wrong impression?â he said softly, as if he was testing the words out.
you nodded quickly, rushing to explain. "yeah, like⊠people are starting to think thereâs something going on between us, and itâs weirdââ
âitâs what?â he asked, his voice quieter than usual.
you paused, unsure how to answer. he looked down, his fingers lightly tapping against the edge of the bench. âyou're right. that makes sense, i guess,â he said after a moment, his tone carefully neutral.
âsohee? you sure aboutââ
âno, itâs fine,â he interrupted, his voice still calm but a little unsteady. he chuckled dryly; his smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
âi mean, i get it. if itâs making things weird for you, then⊠yeah, maybe it wasn't a good idea after all.â
you felt a pang in your chest at how distant he suddenly seemed. âwaitââ
âjust what were we thinking, y/n?,â he laughed bitterly, standing up and fixing his cap. he avoided looking at you, his gaze fixed somewhere in the horizon. âi donât want to make things harder for you.â
the tone of his voice made your throat tighten. âsohee, waitââ
âi need to go,â he said quickly, cutting you off before you could finish, "i have my shift, so i gotta get ready."
then he turned and walked away, his steps slow and hesitant.
you watched him disappear down the path, your chest heavy with words left unsaid. in the stillness that ensues, you wonder if the wrong impression wasnât so wrong after all.
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a collection of lines from Sucker Punch (2011), use as you wish, adjust as needed
You can deny angels exist, Convince ourselves they can't be real. But they show up anyway, at strange places and at strange times.
Itâs every one of us who holds power over the world we create.
Everything's gonna be fine.
I've got everything under control around here.
They're gonna love her side of the story.
You are safe.
I don't have a doctor on staff who does lobotomies.
I'll just forge your signature.
Have you ever wanted to just take something back? You know, something you said, something you did?
This is a joke, right?
We're already dead.
I'm the star of the show, remember?
Don't worry, I don't bite very hard.
I hope you rot in here!
So, how'd you become an orphan?
Itâs complicated, right?
You feel sorry for everyone.
No one felt sorry for you.
You best friends now?
I want you to dance.
Feel the music. Open your heart to it.
Your fight for survival starts right now.
You have all the weapons you need. Now fight.
It will be a deep sacrifice and a perfect victory.
Oh, and one more thing: defend yourself.
I'm gonna do what I wanna do.
No one's ever escaped from here.
I just can't be here anymore.
I'm only doing this because you guys would get caught without me.
Don't feel bad about killing them.
One last thing: try and work together.
Clearly I've offended you, and I apologize.
You look fantastic, by the way.
Oh, you're an orphan, right, I forgot.
There's gotta be another way.
What if I screw it up?
Don't ever write a check with your mouth that you can't pay for with your ass.
Go! Go! Go!
Take that, you ugly mother-
You kiss the neck, it works every time!
What are we celebrating?
I need this bullshit to stop.
He knows we're up to something.
You're screwed.
I'm finishing this.
You're gonna choose her, someone you barely know, over me?
Did someone hurt you?
Clearly, it is not nothing.
You think you're all alone and that no one can help you.
We got this far, right? That's not something a lot of people have done.
Don't you girls have some work you should be doing?
I came to make sure you don't die.
If you're done with the pleasantries, you've got a dance to do.
You're gonna wanna watch this.
I'm glad you changed your mind.
For those who fight for it, life has a flavor the sheltered will never know.
If I were you, I'd hurry.
Don't be mad.
It's showtime.
It's too late to play the good guy.
This will all be over soon and we van get back to business as usual.
We hate snitches.
You'll never have me.
You have to live for all of us.
You're the strongest of us.
You're going home and living that's how we all win.
Let the pain go, let the hurt go, let the guilt go.
When they come after me, you go, okay?
This was never my story, it's yours. Now don't screw it up okay?
Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance?
Could you make it snappy? I need to make it on schedule.
You have yourself a nice trip now.
Try and get some sleep. We got a long way to go.
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Lay All Your Love On Me
Chapter 11- Forever and Always
Josh Kiszka x Reader
Word Count: 4.6k
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AN: Hi everyone! Here is the eleventh chapter of Lay All Your Love On Me from me and @mar-rein12! We are veryyyyyy sorry with the late chapter. The first 8 chapters we had prepared for a while but the last 3 have been made throughout the week whenever we had free time which is like never when your college students. But we're excited for you guys to read this, its a crazy one but we have good stuff for the future! We tried to play around with time skips and stuff, so if its confusing let us know so we can fix it for the future. So enjoy the eleventh chapter, Forever and Always
Warnings: 18+, SMUT, penetrative sex, fingering, butt stuff..., cursing, angst, slut shaming, fighting, fluff (comment if I missed any!)
Joshâs POVÂ
You are currently sitting in your musical theater composition seminar and couldnât focus on anything. You were still thinking about your night with y/n a couple days ago. You havenât been able to stop thinking about her. You needed her badly. You sit on your computer and attempt to take notes on the class but instead find your way onto a flower website.Â
Maybe, I should order a bouquet for her, to surprise her.Â
You scroll through the website completely disregarding your professor's lesson. You find a bouquet filled with pastel colored tulips. You remember her mentioning she had liked them before. As you look at the price, realizing it is only $70, you add it to your cart.Â
You pay $10 for express delivery, in order to get it to her by the end of the day. You love doing nice things for her and you know this will make her so happy. You attach a message to it, signing it off with Love, Josh.
You click the place order button and let out a deep breath. Love Josh. You were feeling pretty bold for that one. You do love her though, or at least you feel like you could love her. She is everything and more that you look for in a woman. She is confident, hard-working, funny, and so incredibly beautiful inside and out.Â
You continue daydreaming about her until your professor decides to end class a little early. As you walk to your next class you feel a buzz come from your pocket.Â
3:12pm y/n: I donât know if you have class rn, but if you donât you should come back over to the dorm. I have the place to myself and I miss you.Â
3:13pm Josh: No class at all, Iâll be over.
You would do anything to be able to see her, no matter what it takes. You quickly make your way over to her dorm, walking a little faster than youâd like to admit. But she just has that effect on you. Once you make your way up, you knock on the door. The door swings open, almost as if she was waiting for you.
âHi Joshy, I missed you.â She embraces you, wrapping her arms around your neck. You look down at her noticing she is dressed in only a thin, black satin robe.Â
âI missed you too. What are you up to?âÂ
âI was actually about to hop in the shower!â She giggles, turning around to walk towards the bathroom. You just stand there not really knowing what to do with yourself. She halts her steps to whip around, facing you again. âYou coming or not?â
 You immediately walk over to her discarding your shoes and shirt along with your backpack at the front door. Once you make it to the bathroom you kick off your pants and under garments, being left completely exposed to y/n. The only sound that could be heard was the hot water hitting against the shower floor. She slowly unties her robe, letting it fall to the floor. It feels like something out of a movie.Â
Your eyes scan over every inch of her body. All the curves, dips, and perfections about her.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy y/n.â Your hands connect to her sides, pulling her closer. âI need you, and your body so bad. Can I make you feel good princess, please?â She looks up to you with her doe eyes.
She sultrily struts over to the glass door of the shower, placing her hand on the handle. âYou want me so bad? Well, then, you gotta come get me.â She pulls the door open to step inside, you run over to quickly step in from behind her. She tilts her head back and lets the hot water saturate her hair, and smudge her makeup. The way her mascara melted under her eyes turned you on way too much. You wanted so badly to push her down to the ground and make her suck you off but you wanted to make this about her.Â
You immediately push her up against the wall. Your bare chest flush with hers, with your hands placed on either side of her head.âYou just canât control yourself can you?â She teases you, attempting to push her hips up into yours, under the stream of warm water.Â
âHonestly, Itâs hard for me to control myself around you, youâre so fucking perfect. Always making me want to fuck the shit out of you, like the dirty little girl I know you are.â You take your knee and place it in between her thighs, giving her the most perfect amount of stimulation on her clit.Â
Her head flies back smacking against the shower wall with a sharp moan, far too turned on to feel the pain of it. Your lips connect with her in a passionate kiss. You gently slip your tongue past her lips, her gladly accepting it. You continue just like that for a few minutes until she pulls away. âMmm⊠JoshâŠâ
âWhat baby? Is something wrong?â You give her a concerned expression, eyes slightly widened.Â
âNo, nothing is wrong. I just need you to fuck me, hard. Right here. I canât wait any longerâ She begs, connecting your lips again with a quick kiss.Â
You pull away this time, âYeah? You want me to fuck you hard, right here?â You take your hand, lifting her chin up to look at you. She gives you a little nod, but that was not good enough for you. âWords, mama. Tell me exactly what it is that you want.â
âHoly shit, Josh. Iâm so fucking wet for you. Feel it.â She takes your hand in hers, moving it to rest in between her legs. You drag your pointer and middle finger up her slit, collecting her slick on your fingers. You audibly moan at the sight before you, she looks too fucking good, its criminal.Â
âGoddamn, yeahâŠyouâre fucking soaked. Turn the fuck around, now.â You command her. She obeys, turning her body around to face the wall. Your hand finds its way to her back, pressing her up against the wall fully. You lean down to whisper in her ear, âNow mama, tell me what you want me to do to you.âÂ
You can feel her squirm under you, practically begging you to touch her. She turns her head to the side, âI want your fat cock inside of me Joshy. Fuck me so hard I canât fucking walk. I wanna feel you fill me up.â She places her left leg up onto one of the low shelves, to steady herself and to make herself more accessible to you.Â
You stroke your cock a couple times before lining yourself up with her entrance. You take your time sliding in, to allow her to adjust to your length. She lets out a deep sigh once youâre fully seated inside of her. âYou been thinking about this mama? Because I sure have. Youâre a fucking angel, got me wrapped so fucking tight around your pretty little finger.â You donât move your hips, just yet, your cock only resting inside her.Â
âIâve been thinking about this, Josh. You have no idea. Give it to me, please. I canât take it anymore.â There's no way you can give into her that easily. You gather her hair pulling it all over to one shoulder, giving her a sweet, little kiss on her back.Â
âAnd why should I give it to you sweetheart? You think you earned it?â You question her, biting down onto her tender skin, making her wince.Â
âI know I earned it Joshy, Iâve been such a good girl for you. You think I just invited you over here to be nice? I know what I want Josh, and I want you to fuck me. So give that to me or leave.â She says with a smirk, knowing how much she can control you.
You donât mean that mama, you know you love me.â Oh shit.Â
âDo I now Joshy? I could say the same about you.â She smiles pulling you into a kiss. âNow, I said I need you to fuck me or leave, so which is it going to be?â You bring your cock to her entrance, teasing the outside while bringing it up and down her slit. After perfectly lining her up, you grab her hips and slam her back onto your cock.Â
She lets out a loud moan and clutches onto the wall in front of her. You know she can take it by now, so you donât slow your pace. You continue pulling her back onto you but you feel her push back harder onto you, knowing she wants it deeper.Â
âHarder Josh please, it's not enough.â Not enough? You werenât insecure about your size or anything but you wanted to give her more. You disregard the shower you were meant to be taking and turn off the water. Throwing the door open you pick her up and carry her to her bedroom, throwing her on the bed paying no mind to her wet body. Her soaked hair leaves a wet mark around her head, on the comforter.Â
You bring her legs up to your shoulders, letting them drape over like a backpack. You line yourself up and begin abusing her pussy. Your hands squeeze tightly around her ankles, guaranteeing marks the next day. You slam in and out of her without any thoughts in your mind other than the sounds of your skin slapping against hers.Â
âIs this enough for you now, slut? Youâve been such a spoiled little brat, a quick little fuck in the shower wouldnât be enough for you huh? You need to be fucked hard like the whore you are.â You continue on with hard, deep strokes to her aching cunt. She was wrapping around you so perfectly and so wet, allowing you to easily slide in and out.Â
She was so relaxed that her body was just so free and loose. All her perfect little holes were opened up to you and you couldnât help but wonder what other holes you could fill. You flip her onto all fours, pressing her face down into the mattress. You grab her hips, beginning your harsh pace again. Your hands make their way down her ass and one hand stops right at her asshole. You take your thumb and lightly press it on the outside, not allowing it to enter. You begin to hear quiet moans coming from her mouth that were different from the ones from before. These ones were softer and hungry for more, not the loud, pornographic ones you always hear.Â
âDo you like that y/n, does that feel so good?â Slowly making circles on the outside of it.
âIt feels so good, please put it in Josh.â She begs.
âWhat a dirty girl, needing all your holes filled. Practically begging me to put a finger in her assâÂ
âI am begging, so do it before I do it myself.â Her hand begins to reach around and moves your hand. Before she can do it, you swat her hand away. You take your pointer finger and shove it in her mouth, wetting it for her. You slowly slide it in, not knowing if it was something she had done before.Â
âPlease, tell me if it hurts or you want me to stop mama.â You begin to gently pump your finger in and out, in time with your thrusts. She shoves her face deeper into the bed, muffling her moans.Â
âIt doesnât hurt, I need more Josh, add another.â What is this girl on?
You pull the finger out, not wanting to shove it in her mouth again you end up spitting directly on her asshole, and start massaging the two fingers into her. You make the final push, both fingers plunging inside of her. You slowly increase your speed back up to what it was before, slowing down your thrusts upon noticing her fullness.Â
âFuck, Josh. Oh God.â Her body starts to squirm underneath you. You can tell she's getting close.Â
âMama, youâre so goddamn dirty, holy shit. Wish you could see yourself right now, all fucked out and on display for me. I have you so filled right now. I wish I could fill you up in all your holes.â
 She only responds with a sharp moan. That causes you to speed up your thrusts again, the hand that wasnât in her ass grips tightly onto her hip. You rip your fingers out of her, giving her a harsh smack on the ass. She yelps, beginning to grip harder onto the comforter.Â
âIâm gonna cum, fuck.â She whimpers on, her eyes half lidded. You continue on with your pace, doing all you could to push her over the edge.Â
âDo it. Wanna feel your pussy squeeze around my fat cock. Iâm so fucking close too.â Her moans heighten, making you thrust harder and faster despite your movements getting sloppy.Â
Her body begins to shake, as curses and moans fly out of her mouth left and right. You feel a tight squeeze around your cock before you feel a new type of wetness splash onto your lower abs. A feeling you know all too well. The feeling of her squirt against your abs sends you over the edge, filling her up with your cum. You pant and slowly pull out of her, laying down in the bed next to her.Â
She looks over at you, eyes wide and out of breath,â ya knowâŠIâve never done that before.â
You turn your head over to look at her, âclearly you were enjoying it.â You smirk at her.
âOh trust me I was. Makes me want to invest in some butt plugs or something.â She says as you begin rolling off the bed.
You stand in front of her with your arms stretched out, offering her your hand. She allows you to take her hand, pulling her up off the bed.Â
âHow about we try again with a shower?â She giggles at your statement and nods her head.Â
You both begin walking over to the bathroom, to hop in the shower yet again.Â
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Jakes POV
You sit on the couch waiting for Josh to get back from class. Usually you guys would go to the gym after your Wednesday classes, but he was late. You scroll on your phone trying to waste time until you come across a funny video of a cat barking.Â
You save the video to your favorites on Instagram to show Josh later. A few videos later the front door rattles and in comes Josh with wet hair and a huge grin on his face. What's his deal?Â
You give him a questioning look, âYou look like you just got laid brother.â You joke with him.
Josh chuckles at you, âI was just in class.âÂ
You could tell when your twin was lying, âReallyyy⊠whyâs your hair wet then?â You raise an eyebrow at him in challenge.Â
âI had to use the eye wash station in chemistry today.âÂ
âYou donât take chemistry dumbass, if you're gonna lie come up with a better excuse.âÂ
âFuck⊠you caught me.â So, he finally decides to be honest with you.
âSo where were you then?â Youâre determined to get the answer out of him.
âI was over at y/nâs.â He says nonchalantly, dropping his bag on the floor and flopping down onto the couch. âAre we still going to the gym?â
âI mean I was planning on it, hence why I waited for you but you were late.â You look at your phone seeing that he's an hour late and now it would be cutting into band practice if you went now. âI canât go anymore, I'm gonna be late for the band.â
Josh doesnât even seem to care, he's just sitting there on his phone laughing at whatever video heâs watching. What a dick.
âOh my god you gotta see this Jake.â Heâs still chuckling as he turns his phone around to show you a video of the local bar and this crazy guy freaking out and jumping behind the bar.Â
You couldnât help but laugh at the video despite being upset with Josh. âYou're not gonna believe it. I literally saw him one time when I was there and he was being really weird and was doing the worm. I took a video I think let me seeâŠâÂ
You scroll through your camera roll, Josh expectantly looking over your shoulder. You scroll up to a few weeks ago in your camera roll. You scan your eyes around where you think it would be and click on it showing Josh. You begin laughing but donât hear much coming from your twin. You look over to see a confused and disgusted look on his face.Â
âJakeâŠâ you hear him say.Â
You turn to look at him, your smile fading and confusion written all over your face. âWhat?âÂ
âWhat was that picture next to it?â he spat at you, anger filling his voice.Â
You swipe out of the video and look at what is next to it.Â
No. fucking. way.
Y/nâs nudes from weeks back were sitting in your camera roll. But there is no way he would know that they are hers. âI donât really remember, it might be this girl from my class. Weâre talking right now I guess.â Shitty lie.
âGirl from your class? Really, because that looks a lot like y/n.â He says pointing at your phone, eyebrows furrowing and free hand clenched into a fist.Â
âHow can you be so sure, the girl's face isnât even in the picture, bud.âÂ
Josh stares into your soul, your eyes battling for dominance. You knew this wasnât going to end well for anyone's case.
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Y/n's POV
You're woken up from your pre-study nap to a loud knock on the door. You knew Char would be getting home late but normally when she forgets her keys she calls you. You quickly hop out of bed to answer the door. When you take a peek outside the door you seeâŠJosh.Â
âJosh? What are you doing here, did you forget something?â Your eyes scan over the room to see if anything was left.Â
He darts in the door, without invitation, and makes his way to the couch and takes a seat. âWere you talking to anyone while we were?â
âNot romantically⊠I mean I was only talking to you. I pretty much cut off any prior things with everyone.â
âDid you start new ones?â He says clasping his hands together, squeezing them.Â
âNo- Josh what is this about? If you're gonna say something just fucking say it.âÂ
âOkay fine. How long have you been fucking my brother?â Your eyes widen, thatâs the last thing you expected to come out of his mouth.Â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?! Iâve never even talked to him.â You try your best to defend yourself, but you donât think itâs working too well.Â
âSo youâve texted him, is that what you're saying? I mean surely talking in person wasnât enough so you also had to text when he wasnât around. Squirt? Does that ring a bell y/n? Or the nudes you sent to his phone?â
âJosh, I don't send that kind of stuff anymore. Not to anyone. Plus I never sent them with my face ever!â
âYeah true but itâs pretty fucking easy to notice you with that fucking initial necklace you always wear.â He says pointing at it.Â
âYou canât prove anything, you asshole.â You didnât feel like dealing with this shit right now.Â
âReally, wanna hear everything that Jake just told me?â You give him a certain look to just shut his mouth.Â
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2 hours beforeÂ
Joshâs POVÂ
âHow can you be so sure, the girl's face isnât even in the picture, bud.â Jake proclaims.
âThat necklace that âgirlâ is wearing is the same one y/n never takes off because her dad gave it to her. The little freckle on her neck, her hair draping over the shoulders, who is it then Jake? I know her and her body, that's y/n.â You snap back at him, seeing right through his little lie.Â
âLike I said, it might be a girl from my class. It might also be some random girl I donât remember?â
âThen why would it be on your phone if you donât remember? Open your messages now.â Youâre seething. If you could see yourself right now, your face would most likely be bright red. Â
âI donât have to do shit Josh. Damn. Youâre fucking crazy.âÂ
âNo go ahead and just swipe through, if I donât see her name then fine.â
Jake sighs, pulling open his messages and slowly goes through showing that he had nothing to hide while you quickly look at the previews of the messages. Nothing crazy until you seeÂ
2:14am Jake: I know heâs asleep. Come to the bathroom now.
With that you grab Jakeâs phone and run to the nearest room. You slam the door shut, locking it quickly.
âJOSH STOP, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT DOING THAT!â Jake screams muffle from behind the door.Â
You take a deep sigh, knowing that you donât want to see what's in those messages, but the pounding on the door tells you that your suspicions are correct.
After clicking on the messages, youâre met with weeks of conversations between Jake and y/n.Â
9:45pm y/n: What am I wearing tonight hottie?
9:46pm Jake: Didnât expect to be hearing from you, I missed you.
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9:56pm Jake: I told you Iâve had my eye on you for a while now.
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11:16pm Jake: I miss you too sexy, and your body. I wish I could be with you, taking that slutty little outfit off. Who picked that out again?đ
11:17pm Jake: Of course, sexy girl. Show me what's mine.
11:18pm y/n: Who said I was yours?
11:18pm Jake: Is anyone else getting these pics?
11:18pm y/n: No
11:19pm Jake: Then theyâre mine, along with your body, all mine.
Holy shit. This has been happening underneath your nose the entire time. You trusted y/n, and even worse, you trusted your brother. You took out your phone and took pictures of some of the messages. You knew you needed to confront y/n and you knew you werenât going to give her any time to come up with a story. You take Jakeâs phone and hide it deep in your closet knowing heâll never find it. You didnât want him to give y/n any warning about what was going to happen.Â
You yank open the door making your way to the door while Jake hollers his apologies behind you. You completely ignore him, slipping out the door.Â
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Present Time
Y/nâs POV
You couldnât deny the truth. He had evidence and there was no way of getting out of it.Â
âJosh, we weren't together. I- I can explain.â You grab onto his arm trying your very best to fool him. He forcefully rips his arm out of your grip.Â
âSo what was that then, huh. You canât expect to act that way with me and not make me think it's something more than friends, because it wasnât no matter what you say, and you know that.â His finger digs deeply into your chest, discomfort rising within you from his jab. You back away from his harsh touch.Â
âIt was more than friends, I thought it was friends with benefits.â You feel tears beginning to form in your eyes, your lips quivering as you attempt to speak.Â
âHoly fuck y/n. Youâre so fucking stupid. We said that because we were horny for each other, but I thought after making the connection it was something more. I should have known it from the beginning.â You see tears start filling his eyes, a wash of anger flashes across his face. He lets completely loose on you.Â
âYouâve always been a slut and I should have recognized that you wouldnât be able to keep it in your pants for just one person, but hey go for my brother I guess. Was it convenient to just go to one bed and then hop into another only 5 feet apart? Probably the most efficient youâve ever been, huh?âÂ
âYouâre such a fucking asshole.â The tears are flowing down your cheeks now, sob after sob racking through your body. The thing was⊠he was right. You are everything he says you are.Â
âIâm the asshole? Wow, y/n, real classy. Just admit it. Admit you fucked Jake. Then we can go back to the way things were before this goddamn musical.âÂ
âI donât want to go back to the way things were before the musical. I made some mistakes and I'm sorry. But I just want everything to be how it has been.âÂ
âOh yeah? When you were sleeping with both me and my brother? Fuck that. I donât want anything to do with you, y/n.âÂ
âDid you even think about why I was getting with him in the first place? You selfish piece of shit, and for me to think you changed your ways.â There is no way heâs placing all the blame on you.Â
âMY WAYS?! You're the one who hasnât âchanged their waysâ but please enlighten me as to why you would have to fuck me and my brother at the same time.â He says, crossing his arms across his chest.
âYou have always been a fucking dick to me, and you know it. Jake treated me right from the beginning and made me feel wanted. I had to beg for your attention and for you to be kind to me. When you finally started to act the way a âboyfriendâ should act is when I cut it off with Jake.â Youâre screaming in his face, begging him to hear you out, to understand. You stand there completely helpless in the middle of your living room, crying.Â
"Damn it y/n I love you. I always have, I wanted to treat you that way but I didn't want to scare you off." His hands rubbing his face.
"Well you didn't do a great job showing it." You say in a snarking tone.
Josh walks up to you, incredibly close, his face right in front of yours. âYou are a bitch.â Youâre done with his shit, you forcefully shove him backwards and off of you. Â
The room gets quiet, only being able to hear the heavy breathing of both of you bouncing off the walls.Â
âJosh⊠please. I donât want this to end.â You can hardly make out his body now standing in the doorway, through your tears.Â
âI want that too⊠but I donât know what else to do. This,â he motions between the two of you, âis fucked.â You collapse on the floor, curling up into a ball, and just canât stop your weeping. âIâll text you tomorrow y/n, I need to clear my head after tonight.â The last thing you hear from him is the door slamming.Â
After what feels like hours of laying on the floor weeping, you hear knocking at the door.
Josh?
You pick yourself off the ground hurrying your way to the door. Maybe he wanted to talk it out more, figure something out.
When you get to the door you're met with no one. You look at your surroundings and notice a large bouquet of flowers sitting on the ground. You bring them in, hoping maybe they were from your dad who occasionally sends you flowers as a little gift.Â
You set them on the counter and open the card. Your eyes scan the words, causing you to fall to your knees. What have I done? This is your fault. You are a slut. You donât deserve anyone.Â
Thankful for you, forever and always. Love Josh.
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Accidental Slumber
Summary: After a long night of researching, you and Giles fall asleep in the library.
Pairing: Rupert Giles x Fem!Reader
Warning(s): cuteness overload, friends to lovers type sitch, cuddling, idiots in love, mutual pining, lemme know if I forgot anything
I do not own this image...credit to the original creator
The library was dimly lit, and the musty smell of ancient books filled the air. You and Giles had been researching late into the night, delving into the mysteries of an obscure demon. Exhaustion had finally caught up with both of you, and without realising it, you had drifted off to sleep.
As the sun began to rise, soft rays of light peeked through the library windows. The first sounds of footsteps echoed through the hallways, indicating the arrival of the Scooby Gang. Buffy, Willow, and Xander made their way to the library, eager to share their newfound discoveries with their mentor and the newest member of their team, you.
However, the sight that greeted them was unexpected. Their jaws dropped as they saw Giles and you, entwined in each other's arms, fast asleep on the library table. The tension in the air was palpable as they exchanged perplexed glances.
Buffy cleared her throat, breaking the silence. "Um, guys? Maybe we should give them a minute." Her tone was playful, but her eyes sparkled mischievously.
Giles, as if sensing the disturbance, pulled you closer into him; pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Willow's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. "Oh, yes, definitely. We can...wait outside or something."
Xander scratched the back of his head nervously. "Yeah, no problem. We'll just... be over there, pretending not to see anything." He gestured toward the bookshelves and quickly herded the others away.
Slowly, the two of you began to stir, disturbed by the hushed voices and nervous shuffling. Groggy eyes fluttered open, meeting each other in a mix of surprise and embarrassment.
"Good morning," Giles murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
You stifled a yawn, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Morning. Did we... fall asleep here?"
Giles chuckled, his British accent adding a touch of warmth to the moment. "It appears so. Research can be quite exhausting, it seems."
As you began to sit up, Giles' arm instinctively tightened around you. His touch was gentle yet possessive, as if he never wanted to let you go. You glanced down, noticing the affectionate gesture, and couldn't help but smile.
The library doors creaked open, and the Scooby Gang tiptoed back inside, albeit less discreetly than they intended. Buffy, Willow, and Xander tried their best to hide their amusement, failing miserably.
Buffy broke the silence once more. "Well, you two sure know how to have a slumber party without inviting the rest of us."
Willow nodded, grinning ear to ear. "Yeah, we thought we'd come and join in on the cuddle-fest."
Xander nudged Buffy, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "And I even brought the popcorn, just in case."
You felt your face heat up, and Giles' cheeks tinged with a blush that matched your own. It was clear that the Scoobies were delighted to witness this unexpected moment of vulnerability between you and Giles.
Giles finally released his hold on you, running a hand through his tousled hair as he straightened himself. "Well, um... it seems we may have dozed off accidentally."
Buffy grinned playfully. "No judgment here, Giles. We just wanted to make sure you two lovebirds didn't miss out on anything important."
Willow joined in the teasing, her eyes twinkling. "Yeah, we wouldn't want any precious research time to go to waste."
Xander added with a mock-serious expression, "And if you ever need any tips on cozying up, we're here to help."
The playful banter continued, gradually easing the awkwardness. It was clear that the Scoobies were genuinely happy for you and Giles, their friendly ribbing serving as a testament to their acceptance and support.
As the laughter subsided, Giles took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. "Well, it seems we owe the nosy teenagers our gratitude for their invaluable research assistance."
Buffy grinned. "We'll take our payment in the form of a slightly less awkward group hug."
The suggestion was met with enthusiastic agreement, and soon the library was filled with warm embraces and lighthearted chatter.
In that moment, surrounded by your newfound family, you realised that accidental slumbers and shared vulnerabilities could bring people even closer together. And you couldn't have been happier to be a part of it all, entwined with Rupert Giles, the man who had stolen your heart.
A/N I love Giles đ
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Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : 1-11 on Archive of Our Own
Story Content : 18+, Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Dom/Sub, Sadism/Masochism, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Breath play, Dirty talk.
Summary :
âDonât you see what a dangerous game youâre playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldnât stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.â She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.
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Chapter 12: Something is coming unplugged
Chapter title is lyrics from "Itch For The Cure"
We're back to Oli's perspective.
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The brightness stung my eyes when I stepped off the bus.
After finishing our pancakes we decided to join the others in the diner across the nearly empty parking lot, but the sun was hanging low in the sky before setting, insistent on dazzling me.
I watched the light bounce off of Aliceâs locks as she walked just ahead of me, adorning her head with a golden halo, making her appear even more angelic than usual.
But she was no angel.
And neither was I.
I wondered if she was aware she essentially just struck a deal with the devil.
âI wonât lie again, and youâll stop ignoring me.â
The only thing I wanted to do since I first laid eyes on her was drown her in attention, I was just too scared.
Fear however, is a very strange thing. Once youâve filled yourself with enough of it youâre either crippled by it, or it simply dies and falls off like an old scab. Last night I did so many of the things I feared would make her run for the fucking hills, yet today when I recoil due to my heartache, all sheâs done is run towards me, fighting for my attention; struck a deal explicitly not allowing me to ignore her.
I felt a grin tug at my lips.
So I was done being scared, and since it was too late for me, since I already knew I might get my heart shredded into a million pieces by her deliciously demonic hands, I'd be damned if I wasnât going to be greedy and steal every moment I could with her before my execution.
She needed time, and I was willing to give her that. I couldnât blame her for being overwhelmed â Iâm a lot. So I would respect her wishes, I would maintain the boundaries she set, but I was done holding back on all the little things I feared would scare her off.
If she thought she was overwhelmed now, she wasnât ready for the beast she just unleashed. I will push her, I will test her, and I will tease her in all the ways I havenât been letting myself.
Iâm not stupid, I know it will more than likely just hurry things along, push her away from me and slip the noose over my neck.Â
But there was also a part of me that hoped it would have the opposite effect, a level of delusion that couldnât stop thinking; if only I could get deep enough under her skin, if I could just get her so used to me, so addicted to me, that maybe â just maybe I could claw my way into her heart, and sheâd feel all the same things I feel for her.
I watched her delicate little hands sway as she walked, and I once again had to fight off the urge to reach for one of them, to intertwine our fingers as we walked out in the open, not hiding away from the rest of the worldâŠ
My heart was fucking breaking.
Bloody hell Oli, get it together.
Not only would that break her boundaries, but I didnât have time to get emotional now.
I needed to focus.
As soon as we stepped into the colourful diner we saw the guys gathered in a large booth by the window looking out over the road and the desert planes beyond it. The table was covered in half full mugs, cups, and plates with remnants of food on them. Once we got closer you could also see a pile of playing cards, with Matt (which we usually called Matty) slumped over them, appearing utterly defeated.
âOli, join in on the next round, we canât let Liam win again.â Lee said bitterly.
I caught a glimpse of Leeâs face as I watched Alice slide into the booth next to him, and he was furious.
âWhat we playing then?â I asked, wondering what game had driven them to this level of frustration.
âGo Fish.â Matty muttered, sounding as defeated as he looked.
âShould be called Go Fuck Yourself.â Lee added.
The only available seats were next to Alice, but it didnât matter, I would have found a way to sit next to her regardless.Â
As I sat down on the end seat of the large booth sofa, I scooted once, a second time, then a third, making sure my legs touched hers as I positioned myself unnecessarily close, especially considering there was plenty of space on my side.
I couldnât help but grin at her as she shot me a surprised glance.
Liam gathered up the cards with a proud smile, starting to shuffle them, âNot my fault you lads suck at this.â
Lee frowned at him before his eyes darted around to everyone else at the table, âCan we play something else, anything else? I swear Liamâs fucking cheating.â
âOh please.â Liam said with an eye-roll, âI need the bathroom anyway, play this round amongst yourselves so you losers stand a bloody chance.â He said, pushing off the bright red leather seat, before handing the card deck to myself as he passed me.
I took them off of him and shuffled them for a beat, âAlright, let's see if I remember how to play this then.â I said as I began dealing the cards, throwing them onto the table next to the person they were dealt to, starting with Alice. Knowing full well that she never joins in on our activities.
She looked at me with further surprise, pushing the cards back towards me. As she did the beaded little bracelets sheâd worn to cover her wrists moved, and I caught a glimpse of the red marks left there by me, that I had just kissed, causing me to imagine violently ripping the accessories apart and watching as the beads clattered all over the chequered tile floor of the diner.
She was mine.
And an uncontrollably large part of me wanted everyone to know that, despite it not even being true.
Her large blue eyes met mine as she spoke softly, shyly, like she always did when we were around the guys, âI donât think I want to play.â
Pushing the cards back towards her, I threw her a teasing smile, âOh come on, love. Have some fun with us.â
I continued dealing her into the game, and she reluctantly took the cards off the table when I was done, clearly too uncomfortable to fight me on this trivial matter.
âIâll start!â I proclaimed confidently, knowing full well that the dealer never goes first.
âWait, thatâs notââ Lee objected, but I cut him off.
âAlice,â I said, giving her the same look that usually melts her so delightfully, âGive me your sevens.â
I kept my tone casual as I commanded her, but it was a command nonetheless â something I had exclusively only given her in private, unlike my usual polite requests.
Until now.
A faint blush instantly crept up her soft cheeks, as she miraculously still held my gaze. Normally she wouldnât look at me more than a split second whenever I talked to her around the others, as if being caught locking eyes with me was some unacceptable offence.
A short moment passed before she began scrambling among her cards to see if she could provide me with sevens.
I couldnât help it, I felt a twinge in my trousers despite having cum just 20 or so minutes ago.Â
⊠Inside her.
I should be trying harder to keep the blood from rushing to my dick, but she was just too irresistible like this. Flustered, blushing, and scrambling to obey my orders like the whore she is.
To my surprise she provided me with three sevens, and my smile grew as I fought off the urge to call her a good girl, knowing that would cross a line.
Instead Lee spoke up next to her, âFucking hell, three of them? Thatâs gotta sting Alice.â
âItâs fine.â She said flatly, holding the cards closer to me, essentially begging me to take them off of her â to get everyone's attention away from her.
The rush I felt as I collected them was intoxicating, and I couldnât believe Iâd been holding back on teasing her in front of the others until now.Â
It felt so natural, so right.
And now I never wanted to stop again.
But I also didnât want her to risk her being out of the game just yet, so I decided to take a short break.
âDonât worry, I wonât rob you of all your cards.â I told her before turning my attention to Lee instead, asking for his kings.
Liam sat back down opposite me, carefully holding a large milkshake topped with a cherry, âJust one more of these then we can get going again.â He said, focused on not spilling his overfilled drink.
He eyed me up and down while taking a long sip, then offered Alice the same treatment, before turning his attention back to me, âGood nap then?â
I let my eyes quickly dart over to Alice to watch her squirm before I responded, âBrilliant, mate. Feeling all sorts of refreshed now.â
âWait, were you two shagginâ on the bus just now?â Mat suddenly asked with a sparkle in his eye, having been unusually quiet since we walked into the diner.
It felt like time came to a screeching halt at the question, but I must have been running on some type of automatic pre-programming cause I spoke up without skipping a beat, without even thinking.
âYou really think a lovely bird like Alice would be ruttin' with someone like myself?â
Fuck.
As I listened to myself essentially lie to my mates â something I'd promised to never do to them after all the shite they'd put up with during the worst of my drug use â in order to respect Aliceâs wishes, I had in turn disrespected myself and my own wishes in so many ways I felt queasy, making my heart crack even further.
But the conversation continued instantly, everyone around me unaware of my inner turmoil.
âDonât sell yourself short, Oli. Youâre like a solid 3, maybe 3.5 on a good day. Iâve seen other 10âs settle for less.â Matty said, his eyes lingering on Alice a bit longer than I was comfortable with.
Why the fuck is he suddenly flirting with Alice?
The uncontrollable possessiveness I felt for Alice took over, pushing the other turmoil aside for now. So I kicked him under the table, hard, entirely to make him stop looking at her, but under the very convenient guise of a bruised ego from his remarks about me.
He made an embarrassingly high pitched squealing noise then leaned forward to rub at his leg with a frown.
Mat was shaking with laughter as he watched Matty suffer, and Liam was stifling a laugh of his own despite also having gone a bit wide eyed at Mat's sudden and bold question.
Thankfully the conversation moved on quickly as we finished up the game, and before I knew it, it was time to get going again.
I had every intention of sitting next to Alice on the bus prior to the incident back at the diner, to continue torturing her for the rest of the day, but I couldnât bring myself to.
In fact I hadnât said a single word to her since.
Now I silently watched her play with her hair as she was talking to Mat. Heâd asked about tomorrow's schedule as it was unusually tight, so sheâd brought out one of Liam's long lists to show him, having positioned herself right next to him on the sofa so she could speak in her usual delicate tone.
Mat leaned in closer to look as she ran the pen down the page while she explained how the sound check would have to occur alongside a bunch of other things to make it work, and I noticed his arm appearing on the back of the sofa, coming to rest behind her.
I felt like I was falling backwards as realisation hit me like a boulder in the chest.
I swallowed, hearing my own heartbeat in my ears.
You see, the lads hadnât been as clueless as me and Liam thought.
Matâs blunt question at the diner wasnât unwarranted or out of nowhere, because all of them had already taken for granted that weâve been hooking up, probably from being too obvious in one way or another. So of course heâd assumed we shagged in the bus when we were alone â I wouldâve assumed the same thing.
They already fucking knew, and now Iâve fucked it all up by lying to them.
Suddenly, because my dumb fucking mouth, they donât think weâve been hooking up at all.
And to make things infinitely worse, they think Alice is on the bloody market, up for grabs to whoever gets with her first.
Panic set in as I watched Mat trying to make a move on her.Â
I wanted to scream.Â
I wanted to punch him.
This explains why they havenât been all over her despite every one of them having voiced at one point or another that sheâs fit; they thought, correctly, that I had dibs on her.
And now I was stuck on a bus with three other men that wanted to put their fucking hands all over my Alice.
As soon as she got up to put the notepad away I picked up my phone to text her in a rush.
âOli: They already knew.â
I watched her as she pulled out the phone from her pocket after getting back in her seat, which was thankfully further away from Mat.
Alice frowned, her eyes darting to mine quickly before typing.
âAlice: About us?â
Realising I hadnât given her a whole lot of context, I began filling her in.
âOli: Everyone must have already guessed that weâre hooking up at some point, but after what I said back at the diner they're now under the impression that we never have. So prepare for a lot of flirting from them. Seems the only reason they havenât been trying to get with you was cause they thought you were mine.â
I noticed myself clenching my teeth as I typed out the last sentence. It felt like nails on a chalkboard to confirm that she wasnât mine.
She looked around the room, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
I typed up my next message but decided to take a long look at her before sending it, knowing the type of pressure it would put on her â knowing I didnât have a choice but to address the way I had betrayed a part of myself, betrayed my friends.
Then I pressed send.
âOli: Hiding what we were doing was one thing, but now I'm openly lying to them...âÂ
She stared at the phone for a beat, then back at me. Her sad doe eyes made my heartache intensify further.
Her attention returned to her phone.
âAlice: Do you need to tell them?â
I knew I did. I owed them more than I could ever repay. I also appreciated her immediate understanding of my situation. And while grating, I had understanding for her situation as well, so I thought Iâd help her out some.
âOli: Yes. But I can hold off for a short while if you need me to.â
I watched as she stared intensely at her phone, clearly deep in thought.
âAlice: Can I have a couple of days before you tell them?â
She looked back up at me, questioning.
I responded straight away, already knowing my answer.
âOli: Yeahâ
I wasnât happy about waiting, or having misled my friends in the first place, but it was done now and I didnât want it to have been for nothing. At least this way I was giving Alice some time to become comfortable with the idea of everyone knowing what weâve been up to.
The delusional part of me was hoping it would be enough time to figure out that she wanted more from me than just sex.
She shot me a smile, then started typing again.
âAlice: Btw, youâre definitely not a 3.â
Very interesting.Â
Despite how uncomfortable I had made her â how uncomfortable the situation was making her â it appeared she was flirting with me.
I felt a crumb of hope in my breaking heart.
âOli: Is that so? What am I then?â
She smirked at her phone.
âAlice: At least a 3.8â
I couldnât help but smile.
âOli: Ouch, unusually cheeky of you, love. What have you done with my sweet natured Alice?â
She crossed her legs, getting a bit more comfortable in her seat.
âAlice: Someone is trying to corrupt her.â
âOli: Theyâre doing an excellent job, you should spend every waking moment with them.â
Her smirk grew to a full blown smile as she typed up the next bit.
âAlice: Really? Means you and I will never get any time together.â
I huffed out a laugh.
This side of her was new to me, and while she was always charming in a multitude of ways, this charm came with a type of confidence I didnât know she possessed.
I wondered what other sides of her I had yet to discover as I typed up my next message.
âOli: Double ouch. Youâll pay for that next time I get my hands on you.â
I regretted the message as soon as I pressed send, remembering that there might not be a next time if she decided to pull the trigger and turn me down for good.
For a while I just kept looking at my phone, not wanting to face her after what I wrote. When I finally mustered up the courage to lift my head, she was typing.
âAlice: Speaking of hands on me, whatâs the most effective way to keep the guys from flirting with me? Iâm already in hell.â
I sighed internally, very grateful for the smooth sidestep in our conversation.
âOli: Oh love, until they know Iâve been all over you, I donât think it mattered if you rolled around in dog shit⊠Youâre a solid 10, theyâre gonna be relentless.â
I relished the sight of her blushing as she read my compliment before putting my phone away.
As soon as I did I caught Lee smiling at her.
Iâm gonna end up killing everyone, arenât I?
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