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pascals-doll · 3 months

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like a virgin

joel miller x reader

🫧 inspired by madonnas like a virgin MY MADONNA CONCERT IS COMING UP I-

🫧 i always make my writings for joel so long but i love this man smm i could write all day for him it dont even b on purpose 😩

🫧 description: pre-outbreak!joel, babysitter!reader, reader babysits sarah, semi-fluff, DILF JOEL DILFFF, age gap (joel is 36 and reader is early 20s), smut smut, SMUT SMUTTT, dom!joel, softdom!joel(ugh i need so bad),sub!reader, hella praise kink, reader and joel are obessesed w each other tbh, secret crushing, body worship (reader reciving/ slight joel), pussy eating, possessive!joel, unprotected sex, p in v sex, hair pulling (j recieving), tommy is a teasing p.o.s 😭, no use of y/n, use of nicknames (sweetheart, darlin, and sweet girl).

you stepped into the miller’s residence weekly to babysit his daughter Sarah, she was the sweetest teen girl. she reminded you a bit of yourself when you were her age which was probably the cause of the instant connection.

you had been baby-sitting for almost 8 months now, leading to getting closer to Joel; Sarah’s dad.

Joel was more than a hunk of a man, he towered over you even with your heeled mary-janes at times, his broad build engulfing all his clothing making him look like a slutty construction worker with his roughed up baggy-blue jeans thats sinched around his waist perfectly.

you would be lying if you wouldn’t oogle the man while his attention was pulled onto something else. you would watch the way he talked so sweetly to Sarah, yet when it came to a phone call, his neighbor, a stranger or his brother, Tommy that would occasionally stop by.

Joel would have this assertive and unruly tone underneath that thick southern accent. he was a man that paid close attention in his life which is why he has allowed you to take care of his daughter with so much trust.

you would never know it but Joel cherished you and the things you do.

Joel would show it in very discreet ways, today was a prime a example.

“m’havin a famiy cookout later t’night, why don’t you head on home to rest, so you can come back to enjoy with us.” Joel invitied you with ease as you began to grab your belongings from his coat-rack near his front door.

you grabbed your purse, walking towards the sound of his voice which was right around the corner. Joel was standing in his wide living room.

“it would be more than my pleasure. thank you for everything again. im always very appreciative for sarah and you” you thanked him sweetly, eyes meeting his.

he stood next to his large bookcase that had an assortment of different books, personal objects, some cds/dvds, and his vinyls.

joel picked up a vinyl, sliding out of the slot in the shelving of his bookcase, pulling it out of the envelope, and placing it on the record player.

yet another instance, where you accidentally ogle him.

“the real thank you should be t’ya. im adjustin’ to single parentin’ and ya’ been very accommodatin’, thank you.”

your kind demeanor was the sweetner to his coffee.

you were now home, getting dressed to return to the Miller’s residence.

usually when you’re babysitting, you dressed lazily. you would put on a random shirt and jeans or sweats.

you wanted to cleanup a bit more, knowing it wasnt just going to be you and sarah most of the day; Joel would be there.

you threw on this cute blue floral sundress that was mid-length, it stopped right below your cross necklace.

you finished up by pairing it with white frilly socks with mid-heeled black flats.

you didn’t put much makeup on, only putting the basics before doing any last touch-ups and grabbing your black mini-purse.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

once you arrived, opening the gate and greeting a few of the people that were sitting on the porch before entering through the front door.

the sound of chatter got louder as you walked through his home. you turned around to the corner and his living room was empty but his kitchen was cluttered with different food and grill necessities.

you thought to yourself how they must be outside, you began to walk farther into his home till the back where the sliding door to his backyard was.

you began to slide the door open “oh my!! you came!” sarah squealed out of excitement, she came from restroom door next to the side of his sliding door.

you immediately engulfed the excited girl that ran into your arms “i wouldn’t miss it for the world, girl!” you exclaim while smiling.

“c’mon! my dad is outside grilling!” sarah spoke excitedly. she grabbed your hand as you opened the door and walked outside together.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

“d’ya invite that sweet babysitter of yours?” Tommy asks joel while seasoning the steak “i did, i hope she comes-you know, for sarah and all” Joel tries to play off with his words.

“oh my brother fancy’s someone, i see” Tommy chuckles out, putting his beer bottle up in the air slightly.

“i do not fuckin’fancy that young lady. she’s gone above and beyond for my daughter and i just wanted her to feel welcome” Joel explains himself, his tone laced with angry yet getting his explaination a across a bit hastily. Tommy’s eyebrow quirks.

“don’t say nothin’ else” Joel utters out in a stern tone, grabbing his cold corona as Tommy puts his hands up in defence.

Tommy turned his head, not the best decision as it made his amusement grow fonder. he turns back to Joel.

“well, ya’look at that brother” Tommy slys out, throwing a wink at his older brother before making his way back to his wife Maria.

It was you and sarah approaching, Joel actually choked on his sip of beer.

you were beautiful, Joel wasn’t an oblivious man.

Joel, himself even thought it was impressive how easily you cleaned yourself up by just some jeans and sweatshirt; at times just a shirt.

tonight was different, very different.

Joel finally has seen you outside of your different hoodies and pants.

he couldn’t begin to comprehend as you and sarah got closer and closer “Dad! she made it” sarah calls him out in excitement.

you finally approached him next to his griller which caused him to immediately snap out of his gaze.

Joel gave you his hand to shake “thank you so much for having me” you thank him, sweetly accepting as you began to shake pulling you in for a soft side hug.

you were right beside him, feeling the heat of the fire from the grill on both of you.

in Joel’s eyes, up close, your beauty was now beyond otherworldly. your light blue sundress bringing out the color of your eyes, the way your hair fell on your shoulders, and your jewlery sparkiling the tone of your skin.

you looked so elegant, yet you still managed to keep it simple. your winged liner making you look more mature than just the light mascara you would rush onto your lashes before getting out of your car on babysitting days.

Joel couldn’t begin to wrap it around his mind how you could possibly look so pure yet you were a woman. a hard-working one at that.

he knew that. it was something that made him desire you which felt so wrong.

“anytime, ya deserve to be apart of the family-shit! ya’already are” Joel goes off a bit nervously after ogling you. you gave him a soft smile.

“did’ya need help with the grill?” you quickly perk in as the fire began to sizzle a tad bit louder than usual “ah shit!” Joel exclaims, flipping each of the steak.

“careful now, brother! dont burn ‘em!” Tommy calls out, laughing with a devious smirk as he approaches again with cooler in hand.

Joel grumbled something under his under his breath as he focused on the grill.

“nice to meet you, i’ve heard s’much about you! I’m Joel’s brother, Tommy.” the younger brother introduces himself.

you give him your hand to shake “It is nice to meet the uncle tommy” you joke out causing sarah to giggle with you.

Joel couldn’t begin to explain the beauty you carried within you.

he was sure that if a god made you, it was Hestia and Aphrodite.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

the evening was pleasantly spent by you getting to meet maria and her pregnant belly, congratulating her.

then once it was time to serve the dinner, you helped Joel and Tommy by moving the grilled food off of the grill.

this consisted of Tommy making jokes that had slight insinuating under-tones that you were too naive to pick up but laugh everytime Joel would punch Tommy’s shoulder roughly, not being playful at all.

you helped bring in the food as sarah set up the dining table. once everything was set up and everyone sat down to eat, Joel’s grilling being beyond splendid.

when dinner was over while everyone cleaned up, you went to use the restroom.

you finished using up the restroom which is how you were now in Joel’s living room.

you began to admire his large bookcase from where he stood earlier to invite you.

you skimmed through, your hands softly going over the objects as you observed his books, framed pictures, his collection of dvds, and then his vinyls.

you had a record player of your own, sometimes sarah would ask you to play bon jovi and tell you where the record was.

Joel had an impressive collection, ranging to every genre of music. he had some legends on vinyls like Bob Marley, Johnny Cash, Lionel Richie, and Madonna.

you immediately picked up the Madonna vinyl, it was her second album ‘Like a Virgin’.

you grew up with your mom adoring Madonna more than anything which explains your adoration for her music.

“I was in highschool when i first heard Madonna” a deep voice spoke through the room, behind you.

you automatically knew it was Joel, turning around still looking at the tracklist on the back of his vinyl “this is my favorite album besides Like a Prayer” you say as you walk up to him, smiling.

“you weren’t even born yet” Joel laughs out causing you to jokingly get offended.

“excuse me, i know my Madonna” you joke back, giving him a playful wink which he just gave you a slight chuckle too.

“she say she know she Madonna, ay?” he gives you a slight smile, opening up his record player before inserting the vinyl.

soon enough the record player began to ring a classic 80s pop beat through the room.

you automatically felt yourself slightly popping your leg with the beat and snapling your fingers slightly.

“go ahead, Mr.80s” you state smiling, inviting him to dance “oh no, i-don’t dance” Joel quirks out awkwardly, now standing nervous.

Joel admired your confidence and comfortabilty in your skin, you were so young and full of life while also being so sophisticated and methodical.

you grab Joels hands and began to playfully sway with him.

Oh, like a virgin

Touched for the very first time

Like a virgin

When your heart beats next to mine

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you sang the melodious lyrics under your breath. you felt your breath hitch as you locked eyes with joel, being in his grasp.

you could feel your body burn up in his strong hold, his heavy hand on the small of your waist.

your breath hitched causing your chest to push up against his chest. this felt so right, the way his hands held your body and each of your curves.

🫧

You're so fine, and you're mine

Make me strong, yeah, you make me bold

Oh, your love thawed out

Yeah, your love thawed out

What was scared and cold

Joel made you feel more than a woman, you were so polish and refined, yet so sophisticated and mature while all-looking ever so young and full of life.

he felt a bit of confidence which made him twirl you around, engulfing you into his embrace again with one arm; your back to his chest now.

you swore the sound of the song was slowly drowning out and now the sexual tension was ringing through the both of you.

you could feel his heartbeat thump against your back as his hands rubbed both sides of your waist to the rythem of your delicate sways.

you leaned your head back against his chest, his scent being the only thing on your mind.

you felt him begin to caress your hair with one hand as it left your waist.

“you’re s’beautiful, hope y’know that” Joel could blame it on his 5 beers but 5 beers wasn’t shit for Joel, he was very conscious of his choices.

the compliment sent shivers down your spine as you swore your knees grew limp momentarily.

you turned around, your thigh now inbetween one of his legs, chests pressed against each other, his hands gripping your hips now, and faces inches away from each other.

your lips were parted, you really were debating on kissing the beautiful hunk of a dad infront of you.

fuck it

just like that, within no time your lips were moving like you both had never kissed anyone before.

the song continuing to play as the both of you makeout in his living room while everyone was outside.

the way his hands ran through all of your body like he had never touched anyone, your lips pulling away to catch your breathe momentarily like you had never been kissed like that before.

Joel completely ravished you.

hell…now that he had you, he wasn’t gonna let go now.

“m’room darlin’” he mutters against your lips, before completely scooping you up bridal style. it caught you slightly off guard, gasping which made Joel smack your ass playfully.

“oh, aren’t you a gentleman?” you joke, your arms were wrapped around his neck.

“oh, don’t’cha worry sweetheart” Joel smirks out as you arrived to his room.

he laid you on his bed, going down with you while on top of you. he began to move his lips from kissing you to your neck, pulling down the small straps that held your dress.

each kiss that Joel placed on your body felt like a burning sensation, making your insides erupt with giddiness.

you felt like this was your first time all over again. your mind was racing, heart was nervous, and body was clamy.

and it was all because of Joel.

you weren’t sexually active at all recently, you were so busy with work, about to graduate with your masters, and even babysitting sarah; spending more time at the Millers than on dates.

you did go out but lord were the guys of this generation a bunch of sluts.

“what’s on your mind? am i doin’ somethin’ wrong?” Joel’s rushes out accidentally, not wanting to sound nervous but he did.

you weren’t only one feeling like a bad teenager doing this for the first time.

Joel smelled your perfume and that was all it took to get his mind racing. he couldn’t begin to fathom how he finally got to have you.

the way his big frame craddled yours sent him into overdrive, his heart going a million miles per minute as he tries to figure out where to even begin.

for you, it might’ve been a year but for him, it was almost like ages with the years he’s gone.

all Joel’s mind could do was think of all the things he could do to you.

“Joel-hmph” you couldnt help but whine out as his hands massaged closer and closer to your arousal.

“there there sweet girl, you ever been with a man?” Joel asks, lifting your dress up, exposing your angelic white panties.

Joel was damned forsure for the filthy thoughts you provoked out of him.

“n-no, i have never—they were idiots.” you felt so small under him, feeling overwhelmed like it was your first time all again.

at this point, you could’ve considered yourself a virgin with how Joel had you and how much of a man he was.

“you ain’t gon’go lookin’ f’someone to take care of that pretty lil’mind, not after im done with’ya.” Joel claims to you.

you believe every single word laced in his southern accent; making your cunt pulsate wantingly.

“is that what you want to do, Joel? take care of me?” you ask him, lifting your leg to spread yourself open more as you wrap it around his lower waist; basically resting on his thick thigh.

the way you looked at him through your lashes, batting them softly. it was a genuine question, laced with purity and hope.

“if you’ll allow me too-” Joel began, pulling down your panties. you expected him to unbuckle his belt next but no; he got on his knees.

your chest weighed up and down heavily, each of his touch making your body hot.

“it’s my only wish for taking care of me and sarah” Joel finishes before hooking both of your legs up onto his shoulders, his tongue wasting no time.

you didn’t even get a chance to respond, a moan erupting out of you being the only thing.

the way he ate your pussy like he didn’t just eat a whole meal downstairs had your back already arching.

Joel’s tongue swiped along all of your cunt, fucking your sweethole “jesus, ya’taste fuckin’ delicious” Joel mumbles against your pussy as his tongue quickens all along your juiced cunt.

“ahmph!” your shriek sounding like music to his ears, if he didnt have his family downstairs, he’d have you screaming.

“quiet fa’me, doll” he says, taking a hand to cover your mouth as before diving back in.

joel’s tongue fucks into your hole this time causing you to let out a muffled moan against his big hand.

the way that man was eating your pussy, tainting your pussy with his spit, marking it all as his drove you insane. there wasnt nothing this man couldn’t do.

“god! j-joel!” you muffle out, your hands go to his roughed up brown hair, pulling on it causing him to groan into your dripping pussy.

you felt yourself getting closer and closer, your pussyhole squeezing around the tip of his tongue.

“this pussy s’perfect- s’all fuckin’ mine.” Joel spits out once he pulled away from your pussy, denying you of your orgasm.

your mouth was agape in pleasure but then quickly falling into a pout “don’t worry darlin’, my baby will cum…on my dick” Joel’s voice is sweet like honey now as he leaned down to connect your lips together.

you taste yourself on his lips, mixture of his spit along his lips causing you to moan at the mix of both of your filth fogging your mind.

the way both of your lips moved in sync perfectly was beyond intoxicating for joel. he swore he could get addicted to just at the look of you but at this point, both of your lips had him drunk.

he had shimmied and kicked off his pants while making-out with you. he was completely taking over you once again, your body turning small under his big one.

“are you ready, sweetheart?” joel asks delicately, pulling away from your lips to look at your eyes.

you told him yes, leaning up to take his shirt off which he happily obliged.

you had only seen his toned arms but it was obvious he had a strong build. he might’ve not had a six-pack but lord were his muscles chiseled like a greek god.

“you gon’ drool over an old man?” joel utters out, his hand going in to caress your hair.

“oh baby, you’re beyond fine wine.” you whisper. your forehead’s connected, lips away from kissing, and looking him deep in his chocolate eyes.

Joel could feel his breath hitch at what you said, you already had him wrapped around your finger as he worshipped you.

Joel thrusted himself into you, he couldn’t even fucking believe how tight you were.

“jesus- god, this pussy s-ah fuck!” joel’s groan was almost animalistic as your mouth fell as if you wanted to scream but nothing came out.

Joel’s cock was a size you’ve never had before, it didnt hurt but oh, did it stretch.

“s’big-oh my!” you moan out loudly, eyes rolling back at the feeling of him delectably stretching your pussy out.

“you got it baby, you got it” he praises you although he was too busy trying not too pass-out because of your cunt.

after a small moment of adjusting for the both of you, he began to thrust into you at a slow pace.

you arch into him as your whimpers and soft moans turn slowly work their way up to louder and heavier moans.

joel worked himself into you, his mind not being able to get enough of all of you. he still had to process that he really had a young beautiful woman with the heart of a home in his bed.

joel completely held your body with one hand, eventually putting a hand over your mouth again once his sweet thrusts turned into pounds.

your body shaking against his with each of his rough and hard thrusts, fucking your name out of your mind and replacing it wirh his.

your muffled little cries of his name “Joel! joel-ah! j-j! j-joel!” sounding like a sweet lullaby to him. he couldn’t help but smirk at your teary eyed-self.

you werent even worried about ruining that pretty liner of yours as he fucked into you.

“shh my baby, you’re taking me so well” joel coos out, caressing you hair before leaning down to plant kisses and suck on your chest.

your hands grip his bed sheets as your body begins to shake in pure sensual bliss that joel brought you, making your mind fog up as the build up of your orgasm is almost virginal.

“ya’look so beautiful like this-” praises left joel’s lips left and right, loving and indulging in every single one of his praises as he fucked you to your orgasm so sickeningly good; leaving the both of you intoxicated.

“you was made fa’me, not no one else.” Joel’s eyes were shut now, completely lost in the pleasure you were giving him.

it was almost like a prayer, a hopeful chant, almost a possessive plead.

joel had wanted you just as much as you wanted him “yes! god yes! m’close! it’s y-yours! all yours!” your pleasure-filled babbles as your mind gets drunk of joels cock and overwhelming orgasm.

“let go, darlin’ ” Joel works you through your orgasm, hips going from pistoling into you to the delicate pace he started off with.

your entire body shook as both of your sweaty hot bodies embraced each other through both of your orgasms.

the room filled with heavy pants and moans as his hand left your mouth and began to massage your hair.

you both held each other, not wanting to let go of each other.

“i understand what madonna meant by ‘like a virgin’ now” you giggle out causing a playfully scoff to come from him.

“alright alright, we need t’get dressed and head back down. would ya’ want to stop by tomorrow after i drop sarah off at school?” joel asks, his chocolate eyes now ridden of lust and replaced with soft hope.

you were about to tell him yes but another voice spoke before you.

“are you fucking done?! fuck! i can’t keep stalling Sarah and Maria!” it was Tommy.

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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 month

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w for wheezie

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warnings: very wheezie heavy i stan her, established relationship, physical violence!, descriptions of blood, rafe vs pogues, cameron family drama

“what do you think?” you hold up two letters, each silver with diamonds encrusted in them. “w for wheezie or l for louisa?”

“umm…” wheezie looks at the charms, tapping her chin, eyes flicking back and forth between the two.”

“i would say both, but…” you shrug, leaving the decision up to her.

“i think w because everyone calls me wheezie.” she decides.

“perfect.” you smile, looking at the chain lengths next. you love spending time with wheezie, especially when its shopping days like today where you take her to the mall or whatever store she wants.

usually rafe would accompany you, always hanging back to allow you to gossip, even if it was about him and your relationship. he’d only appear when you headed to the cash register, supplying his credit card to pay for whatever clothes or accessories you got.

“we should stop by sephora next.” you say as the cashier rings up your jewelry, various bracelets and necklaces, along with a chain and ring you bought for rafe (or really he bought for himself as you hand the cashier his card, but at least you picked it out).

“i need a new foundation for the summer.” wheezie says. it makes you pout for a moment, thinking about how grown up she is. you’ve been friends with rafe since middle school and used to play barbies with wheezie and take her to the american girl doll store, and now you’re taking her to buy makeup and try on dresses for homecoming.

“maybe a tinted moisturizer.” you remark, walking with bags in your hand to sephora.

“i would call this a successful haul.” you giggle as you load up your car, having to put bags in the backseat as well once the trunk is full. you turn on a playlist of yours and wheezies favorite songs, having different playlists ready for whoever you’re with.

it’s practical to buy so much at one time since you made the almost two hour drive to norfolk to visit the mall, and probably won’t be back for a long time. you prefer staying in the outer banks to shop, but it’s not always possible with the limited number of stores.

“do you think you have time next week to take me to get my haircut?” wheezie asks, already looking a bit like a mini you, and you have no doubt she’ll ask for a similar haircut.

“of course, wheezie girl!” you nod before letting out a squeal when one of your favorite songs come on, you both belting out the words as you make your way back towards tanneyhill, driving through marshy swamplands, little towns and finally crossing over the bridge.

you pull up the driveway, surprised how eerily quiet it seems to be. usually rafe would be running out the door to make sure you didn’t carry anything in.

“stay in the car for a sec wheezie girl…” you have a strange feeling building, and you always trust your gut. you look back to make sure she doesn’t follow you as you walk into the house to hear muffled grunting.

“rafe?” you call out, your cautious footsteps turning into a run as you make your way further into the house until you see rafe being held up by john b, jjs arm pushing forward to punch him in the gut.

“stop it!” you shout, running in to push jj away, but the second rafe is out of john bs tight hold, he turns to attack them, bravely taking on both in a flair of fists.

“stop it, rafe!” you shout, pulling at his arm. he only pauses when he feels your gentle touch, but john b doesn’t quit, reaching out to hit rafe again, right in the nose as he instantly starts to bleed.

“sarah!” you scream, finally noticing her in the corner of the room, sat with a glazed look in her eye with her knees pulled up to her chest. “stop your freaking attacking dog boyfriend!” you step between the boys, all three of them panting heavily, rafes nose dripping blood down the front of his shirt.

“we are fucking rescuing her!” jj says, puffing his chest up.

“what?” you turn to look at sarah, waiting for an explanation.

“rafe tried to lock me in the house.” she finally says, seeming to shake out of whatever daze she’s in as she stands up. “he tried to stop me from seeing john b.”

“im just trying to do whats best for you, sarah.” rafe says, his voice sounding hoarse from the fight. “he’s a bad guy.”

“no he’s not!” sarah shouts, no doubt going to start in on tirade when you hold your hand up.

“sarah, go with john b. just…” you let out a deep sigh. “get out of here. be back by dark though.” you shoo her away. no way she’s going to actually listen to you and be back by sundown, but at least it gives you time to figure out what’s going on and tend to rafe.

you turn to watch them leave, frown appearing on your face when you see wheezie standing there, looking like a scared little girl you once knew.

“wheeze-” you call to her, but she runs up her stairs into her room, slamming her door loudly. a problem for later, you decide as you turn to rafe.

“come on, baby, lets get you cleaned up.” you say softly, trying to lessen the anger so visible on his features. you lead rafe into the kitchen, wetting a rag with warm water as you gently drag it over his face, feeling tears well up in your eye when you see his busted lip.

“how was shopping? did you have fun?” rafe asks, making you glare at him.

“don’t you dare try to change the topic, rafe cameron. what happened?” you sigh.

“john b and those pogues are fucking criminals. there’s someone who has been robbing houses, and i don’t doubt it’s those fucking-” rafe lets out an angry grunt when you press the washcloth against his cheek, a bruise already forming. “im just trying to protect my family.”

“sarah isn’t a kid anymore, you gotta let her protect herself.” you say softly. “besides, wheezie seeing you all beat up and bloodied isn’t-”

“it was only because it was two against one.” rafe counters.

“baby.” you shake your head. “you’re missing the point. you have no proof that they’re doing anything. trust sarah, alright? i’ll talk to her later.”

“what would we do without you.” rafe smiles, cringing slightly when it stretches his lip, but it doesn't stop him from pressing his mouth against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“you deserve the cameron last name more than sarah does.” rafe says, holding you tight against him, feeling your hands shaking slightly. “gonna marry you one day.”

“alright, buddy.” you giggle, making rafe roll his eyes as you pull away. he loves to talk about your future together despite still being so young. you can’t say you haven’t spent time imagining it yourself. “im gonna go talk to wheeze.”

“okay.” rafe gives you another kiss before watching you walk away.

you walk softly up the stairs, tapping your knuckles against wheezies door before opening it up.

“hey, everyone is okay.” you say softly, seeing her sitting on her bed, phone in hand, no doubt scrolling to distract from anything she’s feeling.

“i’m fine.” wheezie shakes her head. she may look fine, but you can see the look in her eyes. she’s just as shaken as you are, if not more.

“it’s okay to not be, though.” you sit down on the bed next to her. “you saw your brother getting beat up, you’re allowed to not be okay with seeing that.”

“its just…” wheezie sighs. “sarah has been so different lately since she started hanging out with john b. she even lied to me the other day.”

“im sorry, wheezie girl.” you wrap her in a tight hug. “your sister loves you. she’s just a teenager, going through a rebellious phase of life. she doesn’t realize that her actions have consequences and can hurt the people she loves.”

“will you talk to her?” wheezie asks. “you always know what to say.”

“of course.” you nod, pulling away from the hug, forcing a smile on your face. “but hey, let’s go get our shopping bags.”

“okay.” wheezie manages a smile.

you walk downstairs to see rafe has already brought everything in from the car, placing it all throughout the front entrance.

you smile as wheezie instantly goes for the sephora bags as you wrap your arms around rafe, pressing your head against his chest.

“its all gonna be alright.” you tell him.

“as long as you’re with me, you’re right.” rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head, his eyes bulging when he sees the dress wheezie pulls out.

“you are not wearing that-” he begins to argue, finger wagging just like his dad would.

“it’s not for me, its for y/n!” wheezie argues.

“oh.” rafe looks down at you, noting the blush spread across your cheeks. “well, you can wear that but only for me.”

“rafe!” you squeal while wheezie makes a grossed out face.

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Could you write something around the sentence “I’d choose you over anyone” with Rafe :))) preferably kinda enemies (or friends) to lovers angsty type of thing xx thank you!!

ren's notes hey! of course i can, enemies to lovers w/ rafe is literally my dream ugh. y/n out here living the dream. ALSO im sorry i totally forgot about the prompt :(

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader requested? yes no

warnings. drinking, mention of hickies, enemies to lovers, ooc sarah/rafe, angst to fluff

summary. being best friends with sarah, it was natural to hate rafe. you hate him and he hates you, or that's what everyone else though.

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As long as you could remember, you hated Rafe Cameron. From the very beginning, you hated him - ever since you'd move in next to the Cameron's, you and Rafe had been at each other's throats. It was something that had become a norm for the Cameron's and the L/N's.

You and Rafe are too similar. You guys are both hotheaded, blunt and kind of reckless. You guys are too similar to around each other, it was like forcing two negatives together; it would cause them to want to explode on one another.

As you got older, the more mature you got. And naturally, you wanted this stupid rivalry between you two to end. But if there was anything you knew about Rafe, it was that he was not mature.

So now he loved pressing your buttons, going over the line and getting on your nerves. He loved it, it was his favorite part of the day; seeing you all flustered and bothered when he made a snide remark that you didn't have a response to. It was his goal, to see you all embarrassed and annoyed.

Rafe knew you surprisingly, very well. You'd been best friends with Sarah since you had moved in next door and he'd heard all your secrets when you and Sarah would have sleepovers. He made it a point to learn all your weak points and secrets, not use them against you... Well, maybe sometimes, but just for fun. Again, it was a fun hobby for the bored Cameron sibling.

Everyone who knew Rafe or you knew you two had despised each other. That was just a fact of the island, everyone knew it.

You walked into the Cameron's house on a mission; find the heels that Sarah had stole from you so you could prove to yourself (and Sarah) that you weren't crazy. Those heels didn't just grow legs and walk, did they? You didn't have a little sister and the only person who consistently borrows and never returns your clothes is Sarah.

You knew Sarah would be at John B's today so this was the perfect time. You walked upstairs and barged into Sarah's room, walking to her closet and looking through her shoes.

To most people, that was considered "crossing a boundary," but you and Sarah were basically sisters at that point so looking through her clothes to find an item you were missing wasn't out of the ordinary. You wouldn't do that if she would just put the damned items back.

And plus you needed those heels asap, tonight was Midsummers. It was the event of the summer and you loved dressing up in cute dresses and nice heels; you'd been planning the outfit for months. You made the outfit surrounding the heels: without the heels, your outfit would be nothing. You already bought a matching dress and a Tiffany necklace, now all you needed were the heels.

Sarah swore she didn't have them, but who else would take them?

You were looking through her shirts and you found the Reputation shirt you were looking for two months ago, who she also swore she didn't have. You scoffed, "Bitch."

The more you looked, the more frustrated you were because you could not find the heels anywhere. You heard a knock at the door and sighed, "Come in."

Rafe walked in and his face contorted into a disgusted one. "Ew, you're not Sarah."

"Shut up, Rafe. God, do you have anything better to do? Shouldn't you be golfing with thing 1 and thing 2 right now?" You groaned and he couldn't help but laugh at your nicknames for Top and Kelce.

"Shouldn't you be making out with your gross Pogue boyfriend?" He countered, making you roll your eyes again.

"JJ's not my boyfriend."

He sighed, "Good, I was hoping you wouldn't go as low as dating a Pogue. Anyway, what are you doing in Sarah's room?"

You furrowed your brows at his words before sighing. "I can't find the pair of heels I was going to wear at Midsummers and I think I might just end it all."

"You should, it'd be great for the world." Rafe smirked and you put your head in your arms, groaning in frustration. You didn't need Rafe's snarkiness right now, you just wanted to find those heels.

"Wait." He paused. "Are they uh, pink and glittery?"

You turned your head up, looking at Rafe with a suspicious glint in your eye. "Yeah..."

"Oh, shit." He walked away and then returned a few seconds later with your heels in his hands. You got up and ran to him, grabbing them from his hands.

"Why would take them! What the hell, Rafe? Are you crazy?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Lower your fucking voice, jesus. You're so loud. I didn't take them, okay? They just ended up in my room and I thought one of the girls I had over left them, okay?"

You scoffed in disgust. "You're gross."

"Don't act like you haven't had a boy over, Y/N. I know you have, you make it so obvious with your hickies and shit." Rafe spoke, sighing with an ounce of jealousy in voice. You almost thought you misheard it.

You felt your face heat up at mention of hickies. "They're not hickies they're rashes, okay? My neck is sensitive."

He laughed, "Alright sure. Sensitive neck, my ass."

You rolled your eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that day as you walked through the door of Sarah's bedroom, making it a goal to make sure to hit Rafe's shoulder on the way out.

"So immature," you mumbled.

Rafe smiled as he watched you walk away, his goal accomplished. Leave you flustered and annoyed, check. He walked back to his room with a wide grin.

As you walked back your house, heels in hand, you kept picturing Rafe's annoying smirk. It kept replaying in your mind and you feel yourself burning up at the thought of the older brother.

You wanted to slap yourself, were you crazy? Why were you acting like that over Rafe? You hated him more than anyone else in the world, he made your life unnecessarily annoying. So why does your heart skip a beat when you see his annoyingly perfect smile?

This has been happening for the last couple months and you feel yourself becoming more and more vulnerable with every remark he makes: you can never counter them, your mind going blank. You felt stupid and weak, you couldn't just let Rafe win this decade long fight. You weren't going to let him.

You and Sarah were at your house, getting ready for Midsummers. This was your favorite event of the year - in all honesty, you loved how classy it made you feel. The dances, the champagne, everyone else looking on the inside, jealous. It was a secret pleasure you happily took part in; I mean, what's the point of being a Kook if you can't flex it?

"See, I told you I didn't take it." Sarah mumbled annoyed as she did her eyeshadow.

You scoffed, "then how'd it end up in Rafe's room?"

She looked back at you with a smirk, "I don't know, you tell me."

The same burning sensation had came onto your face as you shook your head in annoyance, turning back to curling your hair. "God, you're gross for even... even suggesting that."

"Suggesting what, Y/N? You're the one with the dirty mind, I never said anything."

"God, shut up! My parents could hear us, y'know?"

Sarah laughed at your displeasure. "Are you excited to meet up with Nick?"

You smiled. Nick was your longtime crush; you've liked him since seventh grade and you just had the nerve to ask him out now. He was the hottest guy in OBX: he was a football player, he was smart, had pretty eyes you could stare into for hours long and soft curly hair. He was your dream guy and he agreed to be your date to Midsummers.

"Yes, I am. I hope he thinks I'm pretty-"

Sarah scoffed at you. "Of course he will, you are pretty. Don't even say that, who cares what he thinks?"

"I kind of do, I mean I've liked him for so long, I don't know what I'd do if he didn't like me back." You confided in Sarah. She looked back you, sympathetically.

"Well, I mean... He agreed to be your date for Midsummers, that's a good start."

You nodded in response. "Yeah! It is."

You both finished with your hair and makeup, now all you had to do was get dressed. You had bought this pink dress to match with your heels and your hair was curled and in an half up half down hairstyle. You also had bought a new Tiffany necklace to tie the whole look together.

Sarah wore her white dress and cute headpiece. You looked in the mirror and you were genuinely proud of yourself for making this outfit come true.

"Wow, that dress is stunning on you." Sarah was breathless; you look beyond beautiful; you looked flawless. You smiled at her.

"Thank you, Sarah. You too. I love that dress on you, it's perfect."

You and Sarah eventually got the texts from your ride, your crush and date, Nick. He was outside waiting for you guys. You tried not to squeal with excitement as you walked down the stairs, your dress perfectly flowing. You already felt like the night was going to be the most magical and a night to remember.

His Benz was waiting outside for you and Sarah and she smirked at you. "You excited?"

"Yes, I can't wait to dance with him." You whispered to her as she opened the door for you. His friend was already in the front seat so you and Sarah were in the back.

"Ladies first."

You giggled at Sarah's words as you went in, taking a seat. Sarah came in right after you. The smell of strong cologne immediately hit you, with a faint smell of weed. You scrunched your nose as you held your breathe; surprisingly, those two smells weren't the best mixture of smells.

"Wow, I like your dress, Y/N." His friend commented and you waited for Nick's reply. He was on his phone, taking a snap before he realized that he needed to answer. He turned to you with a big smile.

"Uh, yeah. It's gorgeous." He started the car and you lent back in your seat, content with his answer. Sarah glared at him before looking back at you. You ignored her disapproval. He then took his friend's vape pen and took another hit.

The ride there wasn't as magical as you thought it would be. You and Sarah were the only ones talking as the country music on the radio in the background making it somewhat even more awkward. Luke Combs wasn't exactly the artist you wanted to listen to right now.

His friend turned to you and Sarah. "You wanna pregame?"

You and Sarah both shared a look before both shaking your heads. Tonight wasn't about getting drunk or high to either of you. Nick nodded though.

"Yes sir, gimme."

His friend laughed before taking out a few fireball shots, handing one to Nick.

"You sure you wanna be taking that... Uh, now?" Sarah spoke up, refering to him drinking and driving. He waved her off, nodding.

"We'll be fine, it's one shot." He made his friend open the bottle and he quickly took the shot, making him shake his head and let out a loud "Woo." His friend soon did the same.

You couldn't have gotten to the Club any quicker; you wanted to leave the air immediately. Maybe Nick would act a little better once you were in front of their parents.

You and Sarah exited the car and so did the boys. Nick went up to you and took your arm in his, smiling down at you. "Okay, let's go dance."

You smiled. You texted him the first you wanted to do when you got to Midsummers was dance and he remembered. How cute was he?

Sarah was awkwardly standing beside you guys as you walked in. You were so excited you could barely contain it, you squeezed his arm. "I'm so excited!"

Sarah excused herself so she could find and talk Wheezie instead of third wheeling with you.

He hummed in response as he took you the dancefloor, putting his hands on your waist as you put your arms around his neck. The night was as magical as they come; clear starry sky, the sound of faint music coming from inside and the waves crashing onto the beach.

You see Nick's gaze shift to someone behind you and he looked like he'd just seen a ghost. He lets go of you and clears his throat. "Let me uh, go get us some drinks."

You were confused but you nodded along. He walked away and you were by yourself, standing there waiting for Nick to return. You stood there for 15 minutes before deciding that maybe you should go check up on him. You were beginning to worry.

You looked all over the bar and you couldn't find him. You found his friend from before and as he caught your gaze, he had suddenly became tense and nervous.

"Hey, uh. Do you know where Nick went?"

"Nope. Not a clue." His friend replied as you furrowed your eyebrows in suspicion. If anyone knew where Nick was, it was obviously going to be him.

You heard some snuffling in the back and you moved your gaze to behind the boy. There was a door. You quickly walked away to the door and knocked.

"Uh, you shouldn't go in-"

When there was no answer, you opened it to see a girl you had never seen before and Nick. She was on a table and he was in front of her, exchanging spit.

Your heart dropped at the scene, your mouth flew open. "What the hell?!" You shouted.

Nick had turned around and seen you and his eyes widened and he immediately turned away from the girl. "Oh, Y/N-"

"Oh my gosh, you are so gross." You couldn't help but feel your eyes water at the sight, a single tear rolling down your cheek. Your night was definitely ruined now. So much for a magical evening.

You turned away from the scene, ignoring Nick's pleas and you walked away through the crowds. You were so focused on trying not to cry more, you accidentally bumped into someone and they spilled their red wine all over your brand new dress.

You looked up to see Rose and she immediately apologizes but you were already in tears, you broke down. You started crying as she rubbed your shoulder comfortingly.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N, I can buy you a new one!" Rose exclaimed happily but you shook your head.

Rafe was talking to Kelce when he had heard all the commotion happen - he saw Nick with that girl and then he saw you walking away; he quickly followed you.

He didn't know why he did it; it's not like he cared about you, he just wanted to make sure you were alright. Rafe followed you to where you and Rose were and immediately went by your side.

As he saw your puffy eyes and your dress all ruined, something clicked. He was suddenly angry; he'd heard how excited you were about Midsummers and look how it's turning out.

He heard someone walk up to you and he turned his head to see none other than Nick.

"Y/N, are you- are you okay?" He put his hand on your shoulder and you turned around to shake your head. You really didn't want to make a scene but Nick was the last person you wanted to see, so he was making it impossible for you to keep your cool.

"God, no! You just ruined my night."

He looked around at all the people staring and he took your hand but you ripped it out of his grasp. "Don't touch me, Nick."

Despite your efforts, he still decided to put his hand on your shoulder. Rafe had enough; he pushed him away from you and grabbed him by his collar.

"She said don't touch her, man." Rafe shouted at Nick. "So don't fuckin' touch her."

You couldn't take it anymore; there were too many people everyone and suddenly the music was too loud. You walked away from the scene and held in your cry. You couldn't even go home because stupid Nick had drove you here in his stupid Mercedes.

Rafe let go of Nick once he realized you had walked away. He tried to look for Sarah but she was no where to be found. "Where's Sarah when you fucking need her," he mumbled.

Rose was worried sick about you, wondering what had happened. "Rafe, go talk to her and I'll find Sarah, okay?"

He nodded and sighed. He was worried about you, too but he was going to admit that.

You heard footsteps behind you and you turned around expecting Sarah but you were slightly disappointed once you saw it was Rafe. He sat next to you silently as you sniffled.

He sighed and look over at you. "Nick's an asshole."

You nodded silently. Rafe looked over at you and the sight of you crying made him angrier. He hadn't even managed to make you cry in the 10 years he’d know you; he couldn't believe that Nick could've done so easily. He was slightly glad that he'd never made you cry before because the sight alone made him miserable.

"I'm sorry about... your dress. It was really pretty."

You looked over at Rafe, disbelief in your eyes. Did Rafe Cameron just call your dress... pretty?

He laughed at your expression, making you crack a small smile. His laugh always made you feel a little better, even if it was directed at you.

There was silence for a moment, just listening to the waves crashing and the music from inside the Club. Rafe turned to you, "I know we're not friends or anything... but uh, I'm here if you want to talk."

You smiled back at Rafe. It was unusual to see such a sweet Rafe but you've known him long enough to see it sometimes. He's not completely evil. And maybe you didn't completely hate him. You knew he doesn't like seeing you, Sarah or Wheezie cry. Even though he pretended to hate them, he really doesn't.

You turned away from Rafe, taking a deep inhale. "I don't want to bother you-"

"You're not." Rafe quickly refuted.

You suddenly felt a pidge of guilt as you looked over at Rafe; you possibly ruined his night as well. "Rafe, I'm sorry. You shouldn't feel responsible to calm me down."

Rafe sighed and rolled his eyes. "Stop apologizing, Y/N. You didn't do anything wrong. No one made me come and help you, okay? I did it out of my own free will."

You sighed. "Nick is an asshole."

"We've agreed on that."

"I just wish that I had a perfect night, I had such high expectations and they all just plummeted as the night went on. I know what you're going to say, I shouldn't have had my standards up so high. But I did. And here I am, my dress and makeup ruined and no date." You ranted as Rafe listened and nodded along.

"You don't need a date to be happy. Or a nice dress. Or makeup, I mean, you already look beautiful as is." Rafe said confidentally, making you turn your gaze back to Rafe. You smiled at his words.

"You mean it?"

"Yes, you do look beautiful." Rafe sighed; it was obvious though, everyone thought it. It was just pure fact.

You felt a heat come on to your face and you looked away, bashfully. Rafe Cameron was so confusing - how could one person make you feel so many things?

"I mean, don't get me wrong. You're still the most annoying person on this island, but beautiful nonetheless."

You grinned slightly as you rolled your eyes. That was the Rafe Cameron you knew. "Wow, so nice. Thanks."

You both let out a soft laugh before sitting in calm silence again. The summer breeze making you shiver as you looked at the beach in front of you. Rafe noticed this and without another word, took off his blazer and put it on top of you.

Before you could thank him, you heard a familar shout behind you.

"Y/N!" Sarah ran out to you and Rafe. She was breathless, taking a moment to catch her breathe before continuing. "Fuck Nick. My gosh, I've wanted to say that this whole week. He's so annoying. I'm glad you saw his true colors sooner rather than later, Y/N."

She took a seat between you and Rafe, seperating you. She saw that you were wearing his blazer and she smirked to herself.

"Wow." She said, simply. "Kie owes me 15$"

You and Rafe both looked each other then back at Sarah. "What?"

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T'es fait pour moi - Pierre Gasly

Long Time, No See - I feel incredibly sorry for not posting frequently at the moment, but the new job is occupying me completely and I just love it, so I am fully dedicated to it 🫠 But this was in my head for days now and I had to write it down! So I hope you like it and feedback is always welcome ♥️

warnings: language, smut (minors dni)

word count: 4.4k

Once again an after party of a Grand Prix where you find yourself in the same booth as Pierre Gasly. By now it has become a habit. Not that you mind, usually you have a nice evening with dancing, drinking and finally sharing the bed with each other later. You are good at not being seen with each other. You never leave the clubs together, but are in constant contact via your cell phones.

One look is usually enough to know what the other wants. You think back to your first encounter. The first after party of the year and Pierre could already celebrate a small success with the new team by scoring some points. Your first Grand Prix was just over, before that you worked as an event planner for a bigger international company as you got the offer from the Formula One Group. A great opportunity on your résumé that you were only too happy to take. However, you didn't know the sexual chaos you would plunge into almost every race weekend.

The Event and Marketing Team celebrated your debut and the success of the first Grand Prix at the official After Party. And there you'll met him, up close and personal for the first time. You knew his vita through some research, it is your job to know the most important details about all drivers.

But that night you would get to know him differently, intimately. And it wasn't even your intention. You had lively conversations with every driver present at the party. They were all nice and courteous. It was fun. A great evening. You felt comfortable and radiated so much confidence, which made you look even more sexier and irresistible. A few hours earlier, you had sworn to yourself: don't fuck the company!

Only you didn't know how quickly you would throw your principles overboard for one man. He flirted with you shamelessly and the attention he gave you that night was all you ever wished for. Despite all the sexual tension, which you recognized especially in his lustful look, you kept a friendly distance towards him. You don't wanted the talk from others, he didn’t wanted it either.

Through the night you lost sight of each other. Your new work colleagues dragged you to the dance floor, to the bar and with each shot Pierre was more and more forgotten. After a few more hours you found yourself in a random hotel suite and had more drinks with the girls from your team. As you felt the alcohol, it was time for you to go to your own hotel room.

And that was the point where you two met again. You stood in front of the elevator waiting. With a DING, the large doors of the mirrored cage opened and there he stood. Leaning casually against the railing, his white shirt partially unbuttoned so that his chest hair and golden cross necklace flashed out. He looked up from the floor and his lips immediately formed into a mischievous grin at your sight. You hesitated for a second, but then got on the elevator anyways. Pierre stood up straight and gloats. You pressed the button to your floor and turned away from him. However, you watched each other through the many mirrors. The tension in this small room was hardly bearable. Especially as you watched his eyes linger on your butt. Only now did you realized how short your dress actually was. You crossed your legs and sighed loudly. He's handsome and his aura is incredibly attractive as well to you, but he's also kind of your colleague and that's a no-go. You threw all doubts overboard as he licked his lips and your eyes met in the mirror. Your eye contact was interrupted by the opening of the doors.

You left the elevator and gave him another quick glance over your shoulder. Pierre didn’t know how to interpret it at first. Was it a silent farewell or an invitation?

He stood between the doors and looked after you. He waited for another sign, a confirmation from you. You continued to feel his eyes on you. As you stopped at the door to your hotel room, you looked back at him. You nodded towards him, before you opened the door with the key card and entered the room.

Behind you, you heard his footsteps in a fast pace and a few moments later you felt his hands on your hips. He slammed the door shut with his foot and turned you to face him. His lips crashed onto yours and greedily his tongue asked for permission to enter your mouth. He caught you a little off guard but he sure as hell knew how to kiss.

Moments later you're both butt naked and he fucked you like you've never been fucked before.

You think back fondly to the first times with him. It was exciting to explore his preferences and needs. This man is pure kinky. By now both of you are a well-rehearsed team. Most of the time you meet in his or your hotel room. However, it has become more common that he fucks you in your office, right on your desk or even in his driver's room when both of you can't hold it in anymore. The adrenaline rush of getting caught gives you an extra boost. Pierre has everything you dreamed of sexually. An amazing body, great stamina, the necessary dirty mind and the perfect cock.

For you, it's all about the sex. You don't want dates or even love. Especially not with a Formula 1 driver. All the media hype about him was too much for you. But the sex was incomparably good, so that you gave in every time, even if you had decided not to do it anymore.

Pierre is seeing other women on the side. However, apparently nobody could fulfill his sexual fantasies like you. At the end of the day he always ended up between your legs. You had no problem with that - you never intended to be emotionally involved with him at the first place.

Until this evening. He brings this young beautiful woman to the club. She has also been his guest for the entire race weekend. The communication via texts between the two of you has been on hold for days if not weeks. Actually since the summer break. You see them close together and think, that this will probably be the kickoff for his new relationship. The last thing you want is to cause a scandal, so you back off and accept that your fun time with him is over. The little agreement of beautiful sex with no hard feelings is off the table. You're anything but a homewrecker.

Your eyes meet. You smile slightly at him. You are happy for him. In the end, consistency and love is something that a young man like him really needs in this crazy F1 world. Someone who supports him unconditionally and is there for him whenever he needs it. Could you ever have been that kind of woman for him?

Probably not. You love your single life and the diversity and freedom it brings along. Besides, your job takes up all of your time, and a relationship would be too distracting.

Pierre returns your smile, but quickly turns his attention back to his young companion. Does she know about you? Hopefully not. It's better that way!

You drink as usual with some girls from your team and finally find yourself on the dance floor. You're on the hunt tonight and the men are lining up. You know how to play with your charms and quickly track down your prey and are now with him at the bar.

You try to talk to each other, as far as possible in your drunk states. He is really handsome - tall, muscular and of southern descent. Just the way you like it best. You hope that later he will keep what he promises you now. Only a few shots are missing before you feel the tongue of that stranger in your mouth. He kisses well, but not comparable to Pierre. You feel his hands on your ass, they are big. They remind you of Pierre's hands.

You quickly realize that you will leave the club together. You are already waiting outside for a cab as he says goodbye to his friends and picks up his jacket from the wardrobe. As you stand outside the club, you look at your cell phone.

Besides the many texts, there are also some missed calls from him. The last one was 2 minutes ago. You sigh in frustration and pinch the bridge of your nose with your thumb and index finger. You don't understand the problem? You had always clearly communicated that it was okay if you saw others on the side and had sex with them. The main thing is to use protection. You have never made out with others in front of him before, just a form of respect towards him, but he was out with his new girlfriend today. Why is he making such a big deal out of it now?

Suddenly you feel a big hand closing around your wrist and grab it. A cab pulls up in front of you and the next moment the car door is ripped open. It all happens so fast and a few seconds later you are sitting in the back seat. You look out the window and see how your sex date just leaves the club and looks around for you. Next to you the car door slams again and you hear his voice.

"To the Hilton, please."

Dismayed and a bit shocked by the quick action, you look over at him.

His gaze rests on you in a rage. His jaw muscles are tense and his chest rises and falls violently. No question, he was completely out of his mind.

"Were you trying to make me jealous?" he finally asks, and your gaze shoots forward to the cab driver and back to him.

"I don't give a shit if he hears it. Answer me!"

"No, I wasn't trying to make you jealous..."

"Instead?!" he interrupts you.

"Will you let me finish?" you look at him sourly now. There's nothing you hate more than someone interrupting you. He rolls his eyes and looks at you expectantly. In his gaze still anger.

You shake your head in disbelief, "What's your fucking problem? We've never been in a relationship and where's your girlfriend anyway?"

"She is not my girlfriend! She went to the hotel half an hour ago." he replies dryly and you laugh provocatively.

"Are you serious? You're sending her away to get on my nerves?!"

You are more than pissed. You would like to shake him or jump out of the moving cab.

"I'm annoying? Alright! I get it. This has always been very one-sided thing between us."

"Pierre, we were fuck buddies! What do you expect? We both took what we needed from each other. Not more, not less. Remember, no hard feelings! You said that yourself!”.

He clenches his fists and looks out the window. He can't look at you. You sigh again, "I don't want to argue with you.. On the contrary, I want you to be happy! And she, what ever she is to you, seems very nice and she's really pretty..."

"Stop!" he yells at you and startled you press yourself into the back seat. The cab driver looks at you through the rearview mirror. You wave him right off and convey that everything is fine.

"You took what you needed..." he mutters, lowering his gaze, "For me, our arrangement hasn't fit for a longer time."

"Then why didn't you say something? We could have found another solution..."

"I didn’t want to lose you! I always knew you didn't want more than sex from me." he says softly, finally able to look at you again, "Before I couldn't have you at all, I was fine with everything else."

"Why didn’t you replied to my texts then?"

He had no answer for that. The new girl is sweet and loving and in no way deserved whatever is happening right now in this taxi. But she's not you. He's sure he'll never find anyone like you. Even though you've always tried to keep everything superficial between each other, there have been deeper conversations, that made him think off you being his girlfriend. Pierre never wanted to admit it to himself, but he's in love with you. Actually since the first time he met you.

“We had no contact over the summer break. And then I saw you with her all weekend and I knew our deal was done..."

"I didn't get in touch with you because I couldn't. I just couldn't answer you anymore. When I saw you in Belgium with that guy. That was too much and I had to withdraw myself from you."

You feel bad. Normally you were always very discreet when it came to your love affairs, but in Belgium, you were absolutely drunk. Are you really so blind and selfish that you completely overlook the fact that Pierre wanted more than friends with benefits from you.

"I can't give you what you want..." you mumble.

"You are everything I want and need!"

The taxi stops at the back entrance of the hotel, Pierre quickly pays the driver and you both step out of the car.

"Pierre, that's not right! I don't want to hurt anyone." when you say this, you realize that your situationship has already done a lot of damage to both of you.

Even if you couldn't imagine having any romantic feelings for him, you still compare everyone you meet to Pierre. Unconsciously, but still more than you actually wanted.

"I fucked up! I should’ve never gotten with her so quickly. But she distracted me and did me good, at least for the moment.."

"You don't need to justify yourself. You don't owe me any explanation!" you calm him down and put your hands on his shoulders. Pierre's hands are on your hips and his closeness feels so good and familiar. He pulls you closer and your bodies finally touch. It's not easy to admit, but you missed him. His scent, his touch, his lips on yours. And you feel them in the next moment. You sigh in relief into the kiss.

You want him. You want him so much. There is no doubt anymore. Your desire for him was so big and the alcohol did the rest. Closely entwined, you both stagger into the hotel through the back entrance, using one of the staff elevators to get to your room. You don't let go of him. You can't let him go. You'll worry about everything else tomorrow, but right now all you need is him.

Pierre feels relieved. He's glad he took heart in telling you the truth. Finally it was out. He couldn't let you not be a part of his life anymore. As you continue to stand tightly embraced in the elevator, he looks down at you. His lips rest on your forehead and with pleasure he inhales the scent of your hair. He is tender with you. As tender as never before.

Actually, it was always just about satisfying your lust one after the other. At times you were unrestrained and reckless. But this intimacy was different. It was new and felt good and most of all right. You look up at him and automatically begin to smile. A comforting warm feeling spreads through you as you look deep into his blue eyes. You can't deny it, you like being so close to him and exchanging these caresses.

A few minutes later you are in your hotel room. Unlike ever before, you take your time undressing. Pierre puts your hair over one shoulder and kisses your neck as he slowly unzips your dress. One of your hands moves back and strokes his crotch through the fabric of his pants. He is already so incredibly hard and you bite your lower lip excitedly. In you rises the anticipation of what will happen in a few moments.

Pierre slips the thin straps of your dress over your shoulders, the fabric sliding down the curves of your body and finally landing around your ankles. You turn around to him and stand in front of him only in a thong and your high heels. His eyes scan your body greedily, almost as if he had never seen you naked before. Immediately he notices your tan lines. He would have loved to spend the summer break with you and is a little angry at himself for not being honest with you sooner. You two would have had the best summer of your lives. His hands are now gently roaming over your hips and pull you closer to him, while you unbutton his shirt. Once he's shirtless, you let your hands roam over his pecs and abs. You love his body and what he can do with it. Your fingers wander through his chest hair and follow down his happy trail to the waistband of his pants, to unbutton them as well. Meanwhile the two of you keep eye contact constantly. Until now, undressing with Pierre has never seemed so intense. You both absorb every second of this togetherness.

As you went to tamper with his boxers, his hands wrap around your wrists and stop you from doing so. Carefully he leads you backwards to the bed and when you feel the edge of the bed in the back of your knees, you let yourself fall onto the mattress. Pierre stands over you, looking so forbiddenly handsome and intimidating at the same time. You lean back and loll on the bed in front of him. He licks his lips lustfully at the sight of you and climbs onto the bed with you. With a simple hand movement he spreads your legs, kneels between them and bends over you. You stretch out towards him and can hardly wait for him to finally kiss you again. A few seconds later your wish is fulfilled and you feel his full lips on yours.

The sensual and gentle kiss quickly develops into a hot make-out session. His tongue dominates yours and you let him. You interrupt the kiss to catch your breath and Pierre uses the break to wander down your body with his lips. He takes his time to appreciate every inch of your body and your skin with his caresses. Over and over you moan lustfully. With every kiss, with every touch you become wetter and you have to squirm under him.

Finally Pierre has arrived at the cuff of your thong and with a quick move he slides it off your hips. He loves to tease you and stalls for a bit before bringing you to a climax with his talented tongue. He watches how impatient you get and keeps breathing his hot breath on your now almost dripping core.

Your hands grab into his hair and try to get him to eat you out. He has to smile that you are so impatient and horny for him. So he finally gives in and you feel his tongue running up your wet folds. Aroused, you moan loudly and the grip in his hair tightens. Pierre's goal is to give you multiple orgasms tonight. He is crazy to hear you moan and how beautiful and pure you look while doing so. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your first climax, as soon as he sucks on your clit, you’re done. He doesn't let you live it out completely and inserts two of his fingers directly into you. Again and again he hits your G-spot and your hands have meanwhile clawed into the sheets. You prop up on your forearms and watch him as he greedily eats you out like a starving man. Beside his fingers pumping into you relentlessly, his tongue swirls over your clit and you throw your head back in pleasure. Under your moans you hiss out several swear words, that made Pierre grin at your pussy. He loves having that effect on you.

After you have cum for the second time, Pierre straightens up and examines his work before him. Completely out of breath, you lie in front of him, your chest rises and falls violently, your legs twitch from time to time from the high that you have just lived through. On your lips a blissful smile. This man is so talented. Pierre runs a hand over his mouth and wipes your juice from his lips. He answers you with a smile and his hand runs over his hard cock, which is still in his boxers. You understand without a word and get on all fours. You kiss his belly while massaging his cock through the fabric. Pierre let his head fall back and lets out a deep groan. He makes the best and most arousing sounds during sex. There was something animalistic about it that only spurs you on even more.

You pull down his boxers and let his cock spring free. He has the perfect cock, you are fascinated by it every time. The perfect size, the perfect girth and those present veins. You first lick your lips and then took a long lick from his balls to the tip. Pierre puts his hands on his hips and moans with pleasure. Your tongue circles his tip a few times before you take him in your mouth and suck him off at a slow pace. Pierre's hands immediately move into your hair and hold it out of your face in a ponytail. You look up at him through your lashes and take him further and further into your mouth until you get to the base of his cock. "Putain." he moans simultaneously aroused and amazed. He knew you could give good blowjobs, but never before you took him all the way in your mouth. Pierre moves his hips and his grip around your ponytail tightened. Until now he had never thought of facefucking you. Just the thought of it almost makes him come. Pierre set the pace and you let him use your mouth. He puts one foot on the mattress for stability and one hand goes to your throat. He feels how deep he actually is inside you and it almost drives him mad. You have tears running down your cheeks and gradually the choking sounds set in. He is about to come, but then pulls you back by your hair, away from him. He doesn't want to come in your mouth yet - he wants to come inside you.

When he looks at you like this, he realizes that he has taken out his anger a little on you. He couldn't get the image out of his head that you had kissed another man just an hour ago. You belong to him and no one else should ever touch you again, let alone kiss you. You can catch your breath a little and notice how some saliva is running down the corners of your mouth.

You wipe it away with the back of your hand and look at Pierre with a smile on your lips. Nothing gave you greater reassurance than to have him look at you with such satisfaction and enthusiasm of your skills. He pulls you up to him and kisses your swollen lips greedily. The next moment he turns you and rubs his crotch against your ass. Doggy is not only his favorite position. This is how you feel him most intensely and it's an orgasm guarantee.

Usually you use a condom, because according to the old deal both of you were also sleeping with others. However, your desire for each other is so big, that Pierre enters you without thinking too much about using contraception. Your mouth falls open at the feeling of him fucking you raw for the first time. Pierre is also overwhelmed, it was a completely new and different feeling. A much better one.

You put your hands on his thighs and Pierre's big hands clasp around your middle. Your head falls back on his shoulder. He watches you as you enjoy his thrusts with your eyes closed and softly moaning over and over again. One of his hands moves up to your breasts. He massages them and plays with your nipples, also pulls on them from time to time, so that you are moaning in pain. His hand wanders further, over your throat, up to your chin. He turns your head towards him so that he can kiss you again. His thrusts remain at the same pace and you surrender to his rhythm completely. You moan into his kisses.

Your next orgasm was not far away. Pierre feels this as well, since you seem to be getting tighter and tighter around him. He wants to up the ante and give you the ultimate orgasm. The hand which was previously on your waist, now wanders over your stomach to your pussy. His fingers quickly find your clit and skilfully play with it. You moan more and more uncontrollably and Pierre grins. He wants you like this.

You stroke his cheek with one hand and look at him. You've never had such intense eye contact before. Unbelievable how many first times you had in just one session. It's almost like you've really gotten to know yourselves and your bodies better. A comfortably warm feeling spreads in your abdomen. Pierre picks up the pace and that makes you squeeze his cock inside you even more. Both of your loud moans spread throughout the room. You show no consideration for other hotel guests. Everyone should hear how well Pierre Gasly fucks you.

A few moments later, Pierre cums hard and heavy inside you. You feel him filling you up and that finished you off. Your eyes roll into your head and your toes curl. Pierre holds you tight throughout your high. You lean against him, exhausted.

"No more games. Just you and me!" he whispers out of breath in your ear. You nod in agreement and pull away from him to lie down on the bed. Before Pierre lies down next to you, he spreads your legs once more. You look at him in surprise. One more round and you're sure you'd get sore.

Pierre sees his seed dripping out of you and a devilish grin spreads across his lips, "You belong to me."

You shake your head in disbelief and throw a pillow at him, "You're unbelievable!".

#pierre gasly #pg10 #pierre gasly x reader #f1 things #f1 smut #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly one shot #pierre gasly imagine

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hllfireclb · 1 year

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Eddie Munson as your boyfriend! Headcanons!

I love writing headcanons

Warnings: probably none, fluff & cursed words, maybe some teasing, mention of smut (mdni), y‘all still go to Highschool so parents will be involved (if you’re an adult rn)

There definitely will be a part 2!!

My Masterlist

Tell me what you want fr but Eddie IS this perfect 50/50 boyfriend. 50% all fluff, goofy, chaotic, clumsy and cheesy. 50% serious, caring, knowing how to take care of you in every way (or the 50% are just the daddy he is, I said what I said.)

Would do anything to see you smile even if you‘d sit in front of him, crying. He‘d hold your hands in his and stroke over them softly to calm you down.

"Hey Sweetheart, was Mrs. O'donald that mean today? Always told 'ya she‘s a witch or something! Maybe an Oga!"

"Eddie stop it‘s not funny!"

"I‘m sorry darling..y'know just wanted to make you smile. Bad timing I know..come here, I’ll take care of you" and with that you sit in his lap, your head on his shoulder and hidden in his messy curls.

He definitely snores. DEFINITELY.

Congratulations! You‘re not just his partner no! You’re also his own personal teddy bear and don’t even think about moving (or breathing, lol joke)

Trying to do a diet? Not with Eddie. That boy lives for junk food and drinks.

Friday nights = your date night. None of you skips it for nothing. you’re sick? Eddie comes over and takes care of you. You have to work longer than usually? Eddie comes to your work and waits until you’re finished. Your parents said no? Eddie sneaks inside. Yep. You‘ll definitely meet.

Mostly movie or game nights with a shared blunt and sweets which lead to hot Make out sessions and at least 2 good hours of you screaming Eddie’s name (I said what I’ve said)

He always wants to join you when you’re about to take a shower but sometimes you say no, so he just stands in the door frame like a creep and watches you , you didn’t say anything against that right?:D

"Ed‘s stop! I said I wanted to shower alone today love!“

"And you are! But I also have to go inside of there!"

"If you need to take a shit just do it!"

"Are you sure 'bout that y/n?“ he smirks and raises an eyebrow

"No no! But it’s getting cold because of the opened door!"

And with that the door is closed from the inside and Eddie leans against the sink with crossed arms and a grin on his lips.

Always rolls a joint for the two of you when you say you wanna meet because he knows that you at least want to take one drag

Has a picture of you in his box where he keeps the drugs and next to his other Sweetheart (his guitar)

Gave you his guitar pick necklace and you made one for him with one of your favorite necklace extras

Gets you flowers from a daisy or sunflower field

Little self-made gifts for you or him

Dates, dates, dates. Did I mention dates? He wants to do so much with you like sneaking into a theater, a roller skate or ice skate disco (even if you had to convince him with that one), buy some ice cream, go swimming in lovers lake, go camping and so so much more!! It will never get boring

Obviously writes songs for and about you, even plays them at the hideout with corroded coffin

You’re the first person who hears about the new dnd campaign ideas he has, will also ask you for help or if you have any ideas

Will get you into dnd, if you want it or not

When you finally agree on joining hellfire, it doesn’t take him 2 seconds to give you your own shirt (because you always wore his) and will explain your whole game character to you because he‘s planned it since the first day you‘ve met

No matter how many times Eddie tells you to come to him if you feel bad so you can talk about it, he‘ll never do it himself. He always hides that he‘s also breakable. That he’s a human.

This is the reason you two have some small arguments sometimes, you just want that boy to know that he‘s safe and that you love him no matter what :(

Eddie is traumatized. That’s a fact. He needs a lot of love and attention and just needs to get reminded of it every day (what you love to do really!)

Mostly needy 1-2 blunts until he talks about how he really feels, will even start crying and shaking like a leaf in your arms sometimes because he‘s so overwhelmed with everything. He grabs you and holds you so close to him because he’s scared that you’ll be gone if he opens his eyes again.

You hold him close and support him just the way he needs and deserves it. Gosh that boy loves you so much for it.

Barely falls asleep first because he likes to admire you in your sleep, while you lay in his arms, he also loves playing with your hair softly, smiling like an idiot in love (he is an idiot in love xoxo)

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things 4 #eddie one shot #eddie oneshot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie x reader #eddie fluff #eddie munson x y/n

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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Seeing Double

pairing; twin!jungkook x female!reader ft. ???

genre; angst, humor, fluff, s2l, f2l, twin au, college au

warnings; angst, cursing, fighting, jealousy, a LOT of confusion on reader’s part (poor girl), suggestive daydreams, jungkook and his twin look very much the same but are complete opposites in behavior and clothing, poor reader is oblivious and too trustworthy to ask questions until it’s too late

rating; 18+ minors dni

w/c; 7,623

a/n; i don’t think i’ve personally come across this scenario in a long while, so thought i would bring the twin trope back with my fav bias (of course). plus, who doesn’t love the idea of two jungkook’s?! 🤤 you’re welcome.

Shout out to @outro-kook for being the only one interested in being on the taglist. Which is why I’ve decided I’m dedicating this one to you. Thank you for your support!

Read Part Two {Here}

Is this even real life?

How is the Jeon Jungkook sitting next to you right now? On the same bench? When there are plenty of others scattered around the campus courtyard?

And why is his mouth moving while he’s facing you? Wait. Is he talking? To you?

“–Hello? You good?” His newly pierced eyebrow rose with his amused tone, lip ring that he’s been donning the past four months moving with the mischievous smile that was currently worn on his face with ease. Not that you kept track, of course. His eyes twinkled with a hidden darkness that you’ve yet to discover, or notice.

Your mouth was open in a less than attractive manner, and you’re sure you looked like a fish out of water. Cause you definitely felt like one.

“I’m sorry. What?” You wanted to sound confident and cute, but much to your dismay, it came out in a more rudely rushed tone. Probably because your mind was still processing what was happening, and it knew before you did that something was amiss.

People like him, never associated with people like you.

However, your reaction only fueled his inner demons that wanted to see you writhe beneath him in a blissful haze. A low, deep chuckle fell from his lips as he repeated his question.

“I asked if you, y/n y/l/n, would like to go out on a date with me, Jeon Jungkook, this Friday night? If you’re free, of course.” The way he spoke sounded as if he knew the answer you were going to give him before you did. You’re more than positive he’s never been turned down in his entire life, and you being the good person you were, didn’t want to break that streak now, did you?

“Sure–I mean–Yes! I would love too–,” just as you let yourself begin to get excited over the prospect of actually going on a date, he abruptly stood up with a piece of paper held out to you in the palm of his tattooed, ring wearing, hand. It was his number. His cross necklace that was once hidden underneath his shirt, fell out from the movement. One he always wore, you found.

With shaky hand, you grabbed it in yours, fingertips brushing against his in what was, to you, a small, yet intimate moment.

Giving you a two finger salute accompanied by a wink, he told you to meet him at this exact spot in two days time, and for you to text him in advance so you won’t be out all alone by yourself for too long. A sweet gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by you, if your racing heart was any evidence of your current state of mind.

Nodding mutely, all your shy personality could muster up at that moment, he flashed you his signature bunny toothed grin and walked off with his hands in his tight, mouth watering, booty emphasizing, black skinny jeans. His chunky combat boots crushing every brown and orange crunchy leaf in it’s wake, as the autumn breeze blew his hair in a model worthy way. His back muscles could prominently be seen through his tucked in, long sleeved, white shirt.

It was then that you knew, he was going to ruin you in all the best ways possible.

And you couldn’t wait.

The only catch? Unbeknownst to you, he wouldn’t be the only one who would be taking you on the date.

So would his twin brother.

Who is actually in love with you.

*******

“Shut the fuck up. Dead ass?”

“Dead ass.”

Jungkook smirked at the way his twin brother tried to hide his excitement about the date he secured with you.

His twin ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a ‘huh’ of amusement, before sitting down next to Jungkook on the couch in their shared apartment.

“So, am I the best wingman or what?” Jungkook raised his hand anticipating a high five, but was promptly ignored by his twin who was lost in thought over one flaw in this plan.

“Does y/n think she’s going on this date with you or me?”

“Well, technically speaking–,”

Jeon Ji-hun reaches beside him on the couch to grab the nearest pillow, thrusting it as hard as he could into his younger brother of three minutes guilty face. Yanking the pillow out of Ji-hun’s hands after being hit for the fifth time, Jungkook ended the fluffy assault and explained how they could potentially pull this charade off.

“It’s easy, just pretend to be me. You already look like me, so what’s the problem?”

“What’s the prob–,” Ji-hun sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, trying to control his aggression towards his admittedly handsome, sometimes smart, but mainly annoying and naive younger half of a twin. “The problem is, dear brother, we may look alike, but we are nothing alike. Look at me!”

Ji-hun aggressively gestures to himself and then Jungkook as if to emphasize on his point. All Jungkook sees is excuses, if you asked him. Sure, it’s true, what Ji-hun said. They may look the same, up to the same exact tattoos, piercings and hairstyling. The only main difference is their personalities and clothing.

Jungkook couldn’t help the cringe on his face that showed when he was forced to actually take into account what his brother was wearing — short sleeved, pastel yellow, collared button up shirt; light blue, washed and torn at the knees skinny jeans; and a black belt accessory adorned his small waist.

“It just means that we’ll have some work to do, more on my end than yours of course, but it doesn’t mean we can’t fool her into thinking you’re me! Gotta have faith, my dude.”

“Here’s a crazy idea, why don’t we just tell her the truth and skip all this nonsense that I’m sure will come crashing down on us in a shit show at the end?” Ji-hun shrugged his shoulders casually at Jungkook, making the youngest give him a ‘are you serious’ look.

“Bro, if you had the balls to just ask her out in the first place after all these years of pining over her, we wouldn’t even have to be in this situation.” Jungkook’s deadpan expression, and nonchalant yet absolutely true reasoning, is what had Ji-hun sulking back into the couch with an arm over his eyes.

“I know, I know. Don’t remind me.” Ji-hun ground out with gritted teeth, more than well aware at how shy he was with the world, let alone the opposite sex, and most importantly, anything that pertained to you.

Jungkook patted his brother’s knee with empathy.

Unlike him, who had no qualms in speaking his mind about anything to anyone, his older brother found it difficult. Which is why Jungkook came up with the brilliant idea of asking you out on a date in his place, and banking on the information he got from fellow classmates that you so happened to have a crush on him, he used it to his advantage.

Now came the tricky part.

Making you believe that you were going out on a date with Jungkook, when in all actuality it would be Ji-hun just acting like him instead. In his head, everything went smoothly, his plan flawless. In real life, however? That was an entirely different story.

*******

“This is so fucking stupid, Jungkook. We should just go back home!” Ji-hun tugged at Jungkook’s signature leather jacket, feeling out of place wearing it. Jungkook was too busy texting you back to worry about how how his older brother was feeling at the moment.

“She said she’s about five minutes away. So unless you want to stand up the girl you’re supposedly in love with, you better get yourself together. Cause it’s now or never, bro.” Jungkook gripped Ji-hun’s shoulder firmly, and looked into his eyes with fixed determination, silently telling him that ‘everything will be fine’.

“Okay.” Ji-hun answered more confidently than he felt.

“Oh! I think I see her, I’m gonna split. But I’ll be close incase you need an out or a quick getaway. You got this! Just act cool.” With those final words of encouragement, Ji-hun was left to his own devices as he tried not to fidget nervously watching you walk up to him.

Despite his brother’s normal nonchalant behavior towards the opposite sex, he couldn’t help but let out a low whine of appreciation at your always stunning form, that is somehow even more attractive in the pale moonlight.

You gave him a small, hesitant wave in greeting, nearly toppling over in your heels he’s never seen you were before, let alone the casual, yet very form fitting dress you wore for the occasion. For Jungkook. That thought made him bitter.

Absentmindedly, he grimaced at you. His action making you self conscious and doubting if you should’ve gone with the other, more risky dress that your roommate initially wanted you to wear tonight. Your hands clutched onto the sides of your dress as you tried not to let it get to you.

“Uhm, hi. Sorry I was a little late, but I don’t have a car and needed to take the bus–,” you fumbled over your words the more you explained, causing Jungkook to snap out of his mental image of pummeling his brother to actually listen to what you were saying. He could tell you were nervous, which had him feeling slightly better.

“Don’t worry about it. Better late than never, right?” He spoke casually, then offered his arm to you, the hand connected to that arm stuffed into the pocket of the leather jacket, as he took a note from his brother’s previous lessons over how to act and talk. “You look gorgeous, by the way. Not that it’s anything new.”

Your cheeks gained a light pink at the offer of his arm accompanied by the unexpected compliment, as you attempted to smoothly slide your arm through the space he left for you to fill. What you didn’t expect, was for the one ring you always wore on your hand to get caught in the leather and scratching it. Ji-hun stiffened at the, to him, ear piercing sound that was as bad as nails on a chalkboard. He tried not to make a show of looking at his brother who was no doubt somewhere nearby and seething at his precious jacket getting hurt during this date.

You let out a gasp at the realization and proceeded to pull your arm out as to not cause more harm to the jacket, only your choice of action just ended up making things worse as your ring got caught yet again on the way back out. Ji-hun closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to not get murdered by his brother later on at home, knowing for a fact that Jungkook witnessed the blasphemy that just occurred.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking. God, I’m such an idiot–,” your lips trembled as you bit them, eyes glistening with unshed tears at how much of a disaster this date has already been and you haven’t even started to walk to your destination.

Letting out a quiet, shaky exhale, he gave you a tight lipped smile and went to offer you his hand, then decided otherwise and opted to just take the initiative himself and interlock his fingers with yours. Gently tugging you into his side, you both began walking side by side to the small, hole in the wall, ramyeon restaurant that was nearby.

“I can totally buy you a new jacket! If you just send me the link to the site where you got yours–,” Ji-hun chuckled lightly, and squeezed your hand in reassurance.

“Seriously, y/n. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a jacket.”

*******

“It’s just a jacket.” Jungkook lowly mocked his brother as he discreetly followed you both, head down and staring at the concrete pathway with a look of anger and regret at letting his most prized possession — his jacket — be worn tonight.

If Jungkook is being honest though, he would’ve reacted exactly the same way had he been in his brother’s shoes. And his brother was right, you did happen to look very exquisite tonight. The dress you wore accentuated your curvy figure in the best way, and made your eyes a deeper shade of color than they already were. Even he’ll admit that his heart started racing upon looking at you walk up for the first time, as if seeing you in a whole other light.

He didn’t know what this feeling was that began to pool into his gut, but all that he knew was that it got worse the longer he stared at your intertwined hands.

*******

Upon arriving to the restaurant, Jungkook held the door open for you to walk in first. The hostess directed you to your seats. Now sitting opposite each other in the well lit establishment, you were able to get a better look at your date.

Ji-hun wasn’t good when it came to eye contact, it was too intimate, to telling. He felt like one look into his, and you would instantly know that you weren’t on a date with his brother, but him. He dreaded how you would react if you ever found out, and only hoped that you never did.

Your eyes watched as Jungkook looked everywhere but at you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, not used to seeing him look so shy. It’s like he was a complete different person than who you talked with on the bench that day. Pushing away your doubts, you opened your mouth to speak, before being interrupted by your waiter for the evening.

You smiled politely, as did Jungkook, and took turns giving your orders. It seemed like you both had different taste, since you ordered the spicy version of what your date did. Ji-hun let out a light laugh at your choice of ramyeon, immediately thinking of his brother who always ordered the same thing when they came here.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned lightheartedly, and took a sip of the water the waiter brought with them before taking your orders.

“Jung—,” his eyes widened as he almost blurted out his brother’s name. Jungkook stiffened in the booth behind you, thinking that Ji-hun was about to ruin everything.

“Jung Hoseok, or Hobi. He’s a good friend of mine. He likes the same spicy ramyeon as you. I just thought that was funny.” He scratched the side of his neck with a sheepish smile.

Jungkook slumped back into the booth with a quiet exhale of relief, giving props to his brother mentally for his quick save.

“Oh! I know him! He’s dating this girl in my art class. He comes by to walk her to her next class, it’s so sweet!” You let out a dreamy sigh, getting lost in a daydream of Jungkook doing that for you.

“Yeah, that’s him. Her name is Leah. She’s cool. But–,” his sentence got cut off from the waiter who carefully set your designated bowls in front of you. Ji-hun’s nose scrunched up at the obvious spice that wafted from your bowl, he hated spicy foods. They never agreed with his intestines. You clapped your hands together giddily, grabbing your chopsticks and immediately started slurping up the noodles.

Jungkook could hear how you went to town on your food, and couldn’t help the twitch of his upper lip, restraining himself from smiling. Reminded him of himself, and he knew for a fact, his brother was inwardly cringing at the sight. Ji-hun never failing to let Jungkook know how much he despised messy eating.

It was messy, but it was cute. With you, at least. Yet another thing you and Jungkook had in common, he found. You both inhaled your food as soon as it’s set in front of you, not a care in the world of what other people might think of you. He believes you may have something else as well, and wanted to elaborate on it.

“You said you’re in an art class? What kind?” He grabbed his own chopsticks and began slowly slurping up his noodles, making sure juice didn’t fling anywhere it wasn’t supposed too.

“It’s a drawing class. I love to doodle on the daily, so I figured why not make it a thing for a career?”

“What kind of career are you hoping for?”

“I want to be a tattoo artist.”

Ji-hun choked on a noodle that was halfway down his throat when he heard your answer. You grabbed his glass and shoved it into his face, silently telling him to take a drink. He grabbed it gratefully, and after taking a couple of big gulps to ensure the pesky noodle made it all the way down, he let out a relieved sigh.

When his eyes flickered up to yours, they showed nothing but worry. It made his cheeks litter with a light hue, and his ears turn a pale shade of red.

Jungkook now had a full blown smile on his face, not being able to contain it any longer when he heard your career of choice. It made a stupid fluttery feeling erupt inside of his stomach, and his brows furrowed at the sensation. What was happening to him?

“You actually like working with needles?” Ji-hun tried not to sound too surprised, knowing he was meant to act like his brother — cool, calm, collected. The one that likes spicy food, the one that eats messily, and the one that hopes to one day be a tattoo artist.

“Well, I don’t necessarily like them, but I could tolerate them enough to still achieve my ultimate life goal. You know? I mean, you have tattoos and piercings. I don’t. Do you like needles?”

“I—,” he had a look of contemplation on his face as he thought about what his brother would say in this situation. He doesn’t believe that Jungkook has any problem with them whatsoever, and though Ji-hun may have tattoos and piercings, he’s starting to agree with your rationalization. You can like getting them, but still dislike needles. His eyes scanned what skin he could see on your figure, and as far as he could tell, you were telling the truth. You didn’t have any sort of piercings or tattoos. It baffled him.

“I do, yeah. I’m just surprised that you did, considering you don’t strike me as someone who would be interested in such a career, being uh–not having–,” he pointed at his tattooed arm and various piercings on his face and ears.

You smiled warmly at him, not feeling like he was judging you at all, just stating facts. It was refreshing. Normally, people would look down on you and call you a ‘poser’ for your career choice and not having the desire to get any tattoos yourself.

For some reason, you thought he would as well.

You’re glad you were wrong for once.

“Right? Believe it or not, my father is the one that got me interested. He owns the tattoo parlor called ‘Inkphoric’. Have you heard of it?”

He got a sinking feeling upon hearing your answer, as his own dream of being with you slowly started to crack. He’s heard of it, yes. Plenty of times. It’s the one tattoo parlor that Jungkook never shut up about and could only dream of working at one day. And if your father was the owner? That made you his daughter, his legacy. He made the solemn realization that you were perfect, yes, but not for him.

No, you were perfect for his brother, the one you should technically be on a date with right now, believed you actually are with right now, instead of this childish facade.

Jeon Jungkook — the one that was sitting directly behind you and thinking the exact same thing as his brother, with a now sour look on his face upon coming to his own epiphany.

He was beginning to like you, like like you, and that couldn’t happen. Not when Ji-hun liked you first.

*******

Jungkook’s hands were shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, as he brooded behind you and his brother silently. He was going to walk with you and wait until your bus showed up. How chivalrous of him, he thought with unwarranted spite that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Now he was forced to linger awkwardly in the dark, creepy alleyway that wasn’t too far from the bus stop so that he would be able to still hear you both talk.

His head rhythmically banged against the brick wall behind him that he was leaning on. Dead eyes stared at the opposite wall of the alley as he listened to your playful, flirty, banter with his brother.

It made him want to puke.

Absentmindedly, one hand rose up from the warm confines of his hoodie to play with the cross necklace he wore and he couldn’t be more relieved when not even 20 minutes later, he could hear the bus arrive.

He risked peeking around the corner to watch you two say goodbye.

He wished he didn’t.

*******

As the bus came to a complete stop, you gave Jungkook a timid smile.

“So–,”

“That was–,”

You both paused and stared at each other before letting out equally as nervous laughter. He politely waved at you to speak first, small smile on his face.

“I had a good time, Jungkook. Thank you.” You fidgeted with your hands that were clasped in front of you. You debated on whether or not you should go in for the cheek kiss, but was pleasantly surprised when he beat you too it.

Ji-hun let his lips linger on your cheek probably a little longer than necessary, but he just wanted to make sure that he savored this moment and committed it to memory. This would be the first and last time he would kiss you, after all.

As he straightened up again, the bus honked impatiently, seeing as you were the only one the bus driver was waiting for to get on.

“I should go.” You thumbed behind you, awkwardly. You don’t know why, but that small kiss felt weird to you. It made no sense, you having wanted it to happen in the first place. In fact, it was the one major thing you hoped would happen all night.

Did you not like Jungkook as much as you thought you did?

As you went to step up onto the bus, his hand caught your wrist and stopped you. You looked back at him with a look of confusion.

He went to open his mouth, then ended up just closing it and pursing his lips. Shaking his head, he gave you a friendly smile and let you go.

“Just–Can you text me when you get home, please? So I know you arrived safely?”

Your eyes softened at his concern and you nodded your head at his request, giving him a friendly smile of your own.

“I will. Goodnight, Jungkook. You get home safe as well, okay?”

“Okay.”

*******

Jungkook stepped in line next to his brother who watched the bus drive away with a distant look on his face.

“How did it go?” Jungkook asked him warily, noting how stiff his brother’s body currently was beside him.

“JK, for once, don’t play dumb.” His brother’s voice was flat as he spoke.

“I’m not playing dumb, bro. What’s your–,” Ji-hun gave an exasperated groan out of his own sheer disappointment with how the evening turned out not in his favor. When he finally shifted positions to face Jungkook, he saw his brother mindlessly poking his tongue out to play with his lip ring. It was a habit he only ever did when he was anxious or nervous.

He wasn’t stupid. Jungkook knew.

“She’s perfect.”

“That’s good then, right?”

“For you.”

“I’m sorry. What did you just say?” Jungkook’s flabbergasted expression almost had Ji-hun crack a smile. Almost.

“I said–,” Ji-hun placed a hand on one of Jungkook’s shoulders and held it firmly, shaking it lightly as he spoke. “–she’s perfect, yes. But for you. Not me. You know it just as well as I do, even if I know you won’t openly admit it out loud. But that girl? She’s literally the female version of you. It’s scary, honestly.”

Ji-hun’s body involuntarily shivered from the uncanny way you were too like his brother. Even that kiss he gave you, felt like he was kissing his brother, a sibling, and not you. And that’s when he knew for sure, it would never work out between you and him.

Which only meant one thing.

Jungkook’s mouth kept opening as if he wanted to say something, and then closed when he couldn’t think of anything at all to dispel his brother’s revelation.

“Look. Can you just do me a solid, dude?”

“Anything.”

“Please. Please. Just treat her right. Okay? Don’t fuck this up, or I’ll never forgive you for hurting her.” Ji-hun’s eyes narrowed into his brother’s, and if looks could kill? He would be six feet under. Then, he smiled. It was a genuine smile. It freaked Jungkook out.

“I promise.”

*******

Hey! Just letting you know I made it home safely. Thank you again for a wonderful time! Read 9:32 PM

He never replied back. Just left you on read.

As you laid on your bed, cozy and comfy in your blankets, hair wet from the shower you took, you began to think. Or, as some would say, you began to overthink. A bad habit of yours, truly.

The entire date felt off to you.

You didn’t quite know how to explain it, if you’re being honest. You still didn’t know how. The only thing you did know, was you were very much attracted to Jungkook when you first talked with him. But now? You weren’t so sure.

It’s like he lost his confidence. Which, made no sense at all, from all the stories you’ve heard about previous dates he was involved with. All the girls raving how charming, how cool, how dominant and excellent he was in bed. Not that you believed you would end up in his bed by the end of the night or anything, but you’d be lying if you said you never thought of it as being a possibility.

Most of the date, it felt like it was you carrying conversation so it wouldn’t go completely dead silent between you both. He did initiate hand holding, and gave you a kiss, but it was on the cheek. The cheek. Was that code for him to only see you as a friend and nothing more? You heard from the same female sources that he liked spicy ramyeon, the sole reason why you ordered it in the first place, so imagine your surprise when he doesn’t get the spicy version.

Suspicious.

Okay. Maybe that last reasoning could’ve been chalked up to him not being in the mood for anything spicy, you’ll give him that one. But what really had your mind on overdrive was when he spoke about your father’s tattoo parlor. You had asked him if he’s ever been inside the parlor before. His answer baffled you, but you didn’t let it show and played it off coolly.

He told you that he hasn’t. But always wanted too.

Inwardly, your red flag radar started going off. Outwardly, you kept your composure and welcomed when he conveniently decided to change the topic of conversation.

You knew he was lying.

As a matter of fact, you saw him talking with your father about becoming a possible apprentice not even two days ago. Your father and him even sharing stories and laughter as he thumbed through your father’s portfolio. He didn’t know that you were watching them discreetly, hiding behind the black curtain that served as the ‘door’ to get to the more private rooms for VIP clients and/or those who were getting tattooed in more intimate areas.

“What is going on?” Your eyes scanned over the last text one more time, then you decided to just call it a night.

Tomorrow. That’s when you’ll get answers.

*******

Having just made it out of your last class, you began your trek across the long courtyard. It was when you came upon the center crossroads that your feet stopped moving, feeling like deadweights.

You clutched your binder closer to your chest as you stared at the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

There he was, Jungkook. But he wasn’t alone.

An unknown female was leaning against his shoulder as they both laughed together. You would’ve gotten lost in the way his face lit up, one you’ve never seen before, if it wasn’t for the dreadful fact that it was someone else causing it and not you.

Maybe that cheek kiss really was his way of letting you know he only saw you as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

You almost went to turn around and head back in the direction you just came from, your appetite long gone since seeing the two apparent, very happy, couple.

But you didn’t.

You wanted answers.

So, steeling your resolve, you walked with confidence up to the two until you were right next to them, but still slightly behind Jungkook so you couldn’t see his face or him see your figure that currently shadowed him. No, it was the female that first locked eyes with you, an arch in her brow in wondering what it was you wanted. Plastering on a fake smile, you greeted them both.

“Jungkook! I haven’t talked with you since our date, how have you been?” You made a point to say the word ‘date’ louder than the rest, pointedly locking your gaze with the unknown female whilst doing so. Now both of her eyebrows flew up into her hairline in confusion. It had you inwardly laughing to yourself.

The male in front of you instantly whipped around upon hearing your voice, and his mouth fell open at your sudden appearance. One he was definitely not ready for. Not yet, at least.

The female looked at Jungkook with a look of perplexion.

“Uh, Ji-hun? Why is she mistaking you for your brother?”

As soon as you heard the word ‘brother’ fall off her lips, did everything suddenly make sense. Your eyes widened in complete shock and your binder loosened in your grip. Your eyes scanned every inch of his body, and now that you were actually looking at him, you came to a sobering conclusion. Just from his bright outfit alone, it should’ve been more than enough telling, considering Jungkook’s wardrobe mainly consisted of dark colors, his favorite being black. And his cross necklace that always seemed to adorn his neck, wasn’t there.

Holy shit. Just like on the date! It completely went over your head that he wasn’t wearing it that night. He always wore that necklace.

Ji-hun could physically see the gears turning in your head as you came to the conclusion he knew would ruin everything. Not for him so much anymore, but for his brother.

Hands coming up to his defense, your mouth began moving a mile a minute.

“Wait. You have a brother?”

The female answered for you.

“Not just any brother, but a twin brother.”

Your lips pursed, as Ji-hun’s flew open to try and remedy the situation as best he could. He cleared his throat and gave his female friend a sincere apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, Tsuki. But maybe we can take a rain check on that study session? I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Sure thing. See you later!” She waved at him with a friendly smile and walked away, immediately getting lost in the cluster of other fellow college students around you that passed by in blurs.

You didn’t waste a second.

“You have a twin brother.” You stated, not questioned. “Jungkook has a twin brother.”

“I–Y/N–Yes.” He gave a defeated sigh and rolled his neck, gripping it with one hand. He could already tell that the weight of this conversation was going to take a toll on his normally drama free lifestyle. Jungkook was right, he should’ve just asked you out on a date as himself.

But, in his defense, he didn’t know that Jungkook was planning to ask you out in the first place. Not that you knew that, of course.

He saw a look of sadness and betrayal flicker across your face, before turning stoic and emotionless.

“Was this all just some kind of sick game for you two? Were you close by that day he asked me out? Did you both pick me out? Did I have a certain look? One that screamed ‘oh, please, pick me to use for your sick mind games and pleasure!’?”

“Y/N, maybe we can go somewhere more private to talk about this? Please? I really want to explain everything, if you’ll let me.”

The guilty look on his face was prominent, he seemed to be beating himself up over this perverse plan. In your own sick way, it made you happy to see him like this. Though it was nothing amounted to way you were currently feeling right now.

“Where’s your brother?” If you were going to have this conversation, you wanted him to be there as well. It was only fair. And you wanted to make sure they gave you the whole truth. Not a fabricated one.

“He’s actually–,” his pointer finger rose, as he pointed off somewhere behind you.

Your head whipped around so quick, you nearly gave yourself whiplash.

There he was in all his beautiful, chaotic, glory.

Jeon Jungkook.

And just like that, all those feelings came back like on that day he asked you out.

*******

They sat in front of you looking like a pair of kids about to get scolded by their parents.

You were sitting on the opposite side of the park picnic bench with your hands folded in front of you on top. Your school supplies laid in a neat pile on the empty space of the bench beside you.

Your eyes flitted between them, brain still registering that there was two of them. How did you not realize after all this time that Jungkook had a twin?! Granted, you didn’t know much about him other than what you heard from others. Still, you figured that important piece of information would’ve come up somehow, but apparently not. Much to your dismay, and utter disbelief.

“Y/N–,” Ji-hun.

“Y/N–,” Jungkook.

Both brothers began speaking at the same time, looking at each other with equally as guilty looks and having a silent conversation with their eyes on who should speak first.

It was Jungkook.

“If you’re going to be mad at anyone, y/n, be mad at me. I’m the one that orchestrated this whole thing. Ji-hun had no idea that I was planning on asking you out on a date for him.”

“You asked me out, as you, only to switch places with your brother on the actual date? Why?”

Ji-hun spoke up next.

“Because I liked you. He saw I was having trouble with asking you out myself, and decided to take it upon himself to do it for me in his own way.” Ji-hun admitted quietly, but loud enough for you to hear as he stared at the wood bench in front of him.

Your brows rose into your hairline at his confession, then your face settled back into a neutral one.

“You liked me? Since when? I don’t recall ever talking with you, so how did these feelings develop?” You asked incredulously.

Ji-hun’s entire being deflated in front of you when he realized that you didn’t remember the night of the party. He should’ve figured as much, with the many amounts of alcohol you consumed, but his hopeless romantic heart clouded his brain.

Jungkook gave his brother a look of sympathy, his hand coming in between the junction of his neck and shoulder in a light grip, as he massaged it gently. He knew this was the origin story of you both, and for you not to even remember it, he knows is a huge blow for his brother.

The interaction between the two brother’s was as if they just found out a loved one had died. And, in a sense, maybe that was true. Not a physical person, persay, but the idea of a love.

Locking his gaze with you, Ji-hun started telling you of the story when you two first met. How intoxicated you were that you could barely take two steps without tripping over yourself, how he stopped a guy from trying to take advantage of your inebriated state and got in his first fight. Though he says it didn’t last long, and no punches were landed by the dude cause he was worse than you were. He told you how he helped you into the bathroom cause you said you needed to throw up, and he held your hair back until you were done. He told you how you two talked about anything and everything on that dirty bathroom floor, him dumping his drink of choice from his red solo cup in order to fill it with sink water when you refused to let him leave your side to get a water bottle for you instead.

It wouldn’t be until Jungkook found you two sitting on the floor of that bathroom, did they both get you back to your place safely. You being coherent enough to call your roommate at the times number and her agreeing to come pick you up. They both sat on either side of you, as you all waited on the front porch steps of the random house party for your roommate to arrive. Once she did, both brother’s took up one side of you, yet again, to get you up and inside the car.

The roommate proceeded to thank them for their kindness and Ji-hun even said he gave her his number to give to you. He assumes she never did, considering he never did hear back from you after that night.

You held your head in shame in the palms of your hands, groaning from embarrassment. You did remember that night, vaguely. It mostly came to you in flashes, but the person who was with you always seemed to be conveniently blurred or just cut out from those memories to the point of you not having a clue who they were.

She never did give you any number.

And you wonder if that would’ve made a difference today.

Butterfly effect and all.

“I’m so sorry, Ji-hun. For putting you through that night. You were nothing but sweet, and I was just a hot ass mess.”

Even though you should still technically be fuming over this whole thing, you couldn’t help but share a second of genuine gratitude and sincerity for his chivalrous actions with you that night. He could’ve done anything, and you would’ve been none the wiser, but he didn’t. It goes to show just how good of a person he truly was. You just wished you felt the same for him as he did for you.

And maybe you could of, in another life.

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. If there’s one thing this whole debacle has taught me, is to look for the silver lining. And I did.”

“You did?” Both you and Jungkook echoed at him in unison, eyes briefly meeting for a second before returning on Ji-hun.

“I did. It’s that you’re perfect for this idiot right here.” He thumbed to his side at Jungkook, who swatted the insinuation away with his hand, cheeks beginning to turn red of their own accord. It didn’t stop his brother from explaining his reasoning further.

With each reason, he held one finger up.

“You both like spicy food. You both are messy eaters. You both have a passion for drawing. And you both have a dream of becoming a tattoo artist. Need I go on?” He looked between you two with an air of ‘go on, tell me otherwise’. “Oh and don’t get me started on how much he rants about your father–,” Ji-hun throws his head back in exaggeration, as Jungkook once again uses his hand to swat the back of Ji-hun’s head to shut him up.

This had you chuckling softly, shoulders bouncing from the action as you covered your mouth to hide the smile that was threatening to come out any second.

Jungkook cleared his throat in order to gain your attention again. Unlike his normal persona he always puts on, right now in front of you, he seemed to be a completely new person. He fidgeted nervously with the cross necklace that hung around his neck with one hand, his tattooed, ring clad fingers tapped out a random beat on the table with his other hand.

“Look–I’m not good with this whole feelings thing, okay?” He started off with a look of what you could only describe as being flustered.

“He’s really not.” Ji-hun quipped in.

Jungkook glared at his twin, who just rolled his eyes in return.

“I’ve never been one to actually take a relationship seriously.”

“Yeah, I know.” This time it came from you, which had him gaping at you in disbelief. Ji-hun snickered at your words with inward glee at his brother’s obvious discomfort.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Jungkook attempts to center himself, closing his eyes for a second, before opening them back up with fierce determination.

“I like you, okay? You don’t know this, but I was there when you were on your date with my brother. You just couldn’t see me.”

You gave a ‘what the fuck?’ look, and mouthed it at the same time. Jungkook rose his hands in defense.

“I swear, I was solely there just in case he needed an out and the date went terribly. Otherwise, I wasn’t going to intervene.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, but this is taking way too long and I have an exam in like two hours I need to prepare for. So—,” Ji-hun stood up abruptly and walked behind Jungkook to place his hands firmly on his shoulders, eyes boring into yours with his next question.

“Y/N, do you like my brother? Yes or no.”

“Uh–,” your eyes blinked, brain trying to register the fast paced way he spoke. “Yes…?”

“Good. And we all know that you, dear brother, like y/n. Yes?” Jungkook nods his head, playing with his lip ring anxiously, as he bores a hole into the table with his eyes, refusing to look at you.

Clapping his hands together, he picks his backpack back up and slides his arms through the holes to secure it on his back.

“Perfect. Now you two hash that out, and I’ll be on my way. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon, y/n. Also, once again, we’re truly sorry for this whole thing. But don’t worry, my brother knows if he hurts you that I won’t hesitate to kick his ass. Okay, bye!” He waves at you both with a vibrant smile, as he begins walking backwards. Pivoting in his sneakers, he begins the trek to the campus library, effectively leaving you two alone.

“He does realize that I never actually said if I forgive you two or not, right?” You asked warily.

Sighing defeatedly, Jungkook rubs the side of his neck.

“He knows. This is just how he is, he hates confrontation. Like me, but at least I stick through it until the end.”

“I’ll give you points for that one.”

“Thanks.”

An awkward silence befalls you both, as you do your best to stare at any and everything other than each other. You may have admitted openly that you both like one another, but you were still upset with him.

Standing up, you gathered your own school supplies. Jungkook just watched you silently.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

He eyed you nervously, confused.

“I owe you one for ruining your jacket, so just trust me. Okay?”

You were going to bring him with you to your father’s studio and give him an in depth tour. Maybe, if you’re feeling nice, you’ll even introduce him to your father as a ‘good friend’ to get him on your father’s good side, but we’ll see.

His response was to stand up as well, standing next to you, but at a healthy distance. Considering he wasn’t in college, he didn’t have any school supplies to grab. The only reason he was on campus was to see his brother, and inadvertently, he ended up seeing you as well. Not that it bothered him, he preferred talking it out now rather than prolonging the inevitable.

“I can—,” he gestured awkwardly to your binder and backpack, his way of asking if he could carry anything for you.

“I’m not helpless, Jungkook. I can carry my own things.” You tried to stay serious as you spoke, but when you saw the way he curled into himself at your reply, you gave up the tough girl act and shoved your binder into his chest with a shit eating grin. “I’m just playing, Jungkook, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

He scoffed at you, binder safely secured and tucked underneath his arm as he walked beside you.

“For the record, y/n?” You ‘hmmed’ in response looking ahead of you, he continued. “I know you’re more than capable of doing things on your own. It’s one of the many things I find extremely sexy about you.”

“Oh.”

He smirked at your flustered response, lightly knocking his elbow against yours playfully.

“You’re cute when you blush.”

“Shut up.”

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THE INSPIRATION BEHIND... CAGE LUCAS NEWMAN

something in the orange / zach bryan 🎧

burning man / dierks bentley 🎧

duet / penny & sparrow ft. stephanie briggs 🎧

cage is ... an old soul, winding dirt roads in the countryside, striking blue eyes, young love and the deeper meaning that comes with it in time, a cross on a chain tucked under his shirt, the perfect catch on a Friday night, bushels of blueberries, saw dust shavings sticking to plaid shirts, worn out work boots, a father's love.

Cage is a good-looking country boy with a heart of gold. He might not be everyone's first choice of 'gorgeous' or 'sexy' and he's alright with that. Zach Roerig was the perfect face claim to fit that kind of vibe; attractive in both a traditional and non-traditional way. Not your typical six-pack, ripped guy, more of a dad bod and great personality type. A lot of his 'aesthetic' made its way to Cage: some of the fashion choices that he explores, the cross necklace, his deep laugh, those blue eyes, things that just fit for. Of course there are some inspirations dragged from his characters. Matt Donovan's steadfastness and dedication to the town and people he loves. Will Mosley's melancholy and inner turmoil. But there were other inspirations, such as Matt Saracen in Friday Night Lights, and particularly his relationship with Julie Taylor, and how it mirrored Cordelia and Cage, not to mention Matt leaving town despite loving his girlfriend unconditionally. And Jake, from Sweet Home Alabama. A small town guy and his small town girlfriend, and how everyone thought that they would be the ones. Eventually, they were. They just had to find their way back there. The Paul Newman of it all might be more of an inside joke between Lindsey and myself, given how much I adore Paul, but... last name inspiration still counts. That, and those blue, blue eyes. And the importance of family and compassion.

Of all of my characters, Cage probably has the most 'me' in him, in terms of how family and our upbringing has shaped our lives. The deepest foundation of Cage's character is family, from top to bottom, and given how important my family is to me, it only made sense. Cage has a strong relationship with his siblings the same way that my own sibling is my very best friend. Although I am lucky enough to have both of my parents in my life, Cage does not. Lindsey and I purposely didn't delve into the loss of their father (it was previously decided with another player that their mother would have been lost during childbirth) because we never wanted the hows and whys to be the focus; it was about the family, drawing them together, carrying on the legacy left behind. It was less about the grief and more about the growth. But despite them not being in his life anymore, I wanted him to have a strong bond with his parents. Particularly his father. Fatherhood is the most powerful force in Cage's life, tying him to both his own father, and his son, who is the entire world to him. The bond between father and son was a huge thing for me to explore; Cage's own father often seeing a lot of himself in his second eldest son, teaching him the ropes of the blueberry farm, thinking he would be the one to carry on the family name because of their similar trajectory... and of course Cage's bond with his own son, abandoned by his mother before turning a year old, the two boys taking on the world together, learning about life day by day.

There are a lot of other things that I injected into Cage from me and my own interests: old houses, black cats, small town life, John Deere tractors and old Chevy pick-ups, wildflowers, sweet tea, older country music, and he'll definitely get a donkey before I do. Brat. As Lindsey mentioned, the blueberry farm came from... well, Maine. But I also grew up picking blueberries and still watching my aunts and uncles do it every summer when the bushes are ripe.

One thing that Cage did not get from me was wanderlust; that's all his own. He left town when he was younger, which was inspired simply by wanting to embrace the idea that not everyone leaves a small town for good. Eventually, they find that it's home, and they want to be back in it. Even more important than wanderlust and wanting to travel and see the world was for me to be able to explore the concept of coming home. Cage explored the United States and then came home changed. He wasn't just a boy anymore, he was a man with a son on the way and had to make the decisions to grow, to become a better person. To go after more than just working in construction (up until that point, I had him traveling with crews, which was mostly inspired by someone just... wandering around, trying to find a place that called him home), but to maybe someday move towards creating his own pocket in the world. And although he did spend one blissful summer on the road with his boy when he was older, Cage has largely lost that sense of wanderlust, again... inspired by the idea that sometimes you really are happiest at home. I know that I am, so maybe he borrowed that from me, too.

As far as his love life goes, I think I just really wanted to cement the idea that from day one, everyone who knew Cage knew one thing: he was in love with Cordelia. They knew it when he was a kid on the playground, when he swung her around the field after a win on Friday night, and they knew it when he drove away from town, too. And I wanted it to be the kind of thing that no one forgot; people saw them as adults at the football game and could feel it. His family knew it before he had even become friendly with her again, and Cage knew it the moment that he kissed her for the first time in Tumbleweed the December after they reconnected. That just sort of stole inspiration from all those cheesy love stories where two people are just destined to be together. Who could argue it? But I didn't want to play someone who just pined away for that when he didn't have it; he had to try to figure things out without her. He slept around on the road, he got a girl pregnant, he got married to prove that he could, and he still ended up dancing with Cordelia on a dirt road in her gorgeous pink dress. But from day one, it was Cordelia. The concept of fate and destiny and true love inspired that.

Personality wise, Cage was inspired by a lot of the guys you see in a small town. The ones that play football on Friday nights and hang out at the ice cream shop with their friends, but by some miracle, they end up being good guys by the end of it all. He's kind and very compassionate, and he has a good, tender heart that he doesn't show to just anyone. He can be hotheaded and stubborn and determined, but it's because he cares. There is not an evil, mean bone in Cage Newman's body, something his parents made sure of when they raised him right. He carries a lot on his shoulders, and always has, whether it be the pressure of becoming his father, the business he's built from the ground up, the mistakes it has taken him forever to let go of, the crushing worry of being a good brother, a good friend, a good boyfriend, a good businessman and a good father first and foremost, but he has broad shoulders, and he is convinced he can do it.

Owning his own carpentry and construction / restoration business was entirely inspired by my absolute hatred of house flipping gone wrong (you know, faux marble countertops, shiplap, gray walls everywhere, cheap carpeting) and wanting to play someone who cared about historical integrity. I cringe every day, watching a local home be restored and fearing for the day they remove the old, leaded, lattice windows. Cage does, too. I've always admired wood working and what people can do with a simple slab of wood, and I wanted to play someone who could make magic with their hands. Past that, I wanted him to be incredibly successful (he is!), but not let it get to his head. Cage has money in the bank, but he doesn't let it stop him from telling Colton that they have burgers at home, or to wear a t-shirt until it has holes (despite the Ralph Lauren sweater, or Hugo Boss suit tucked away). I think a lot of that was inspired by watching the way wealthy business owners in small towns can be -- sometimes, you wouldn't even know.

Overall, Cage is 'one of the good ones,' inspired by my own family and a lot of the 'good ones' you meet along life's journey.

#merrocktask #all about cage

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emeraldenha · 2 years

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☾ SUMMARY. the only thing Lee Heeseung was capable of doing was running away, but you always loved him, to the very bitter end.

☾ PAIRING. first love!heeseung x fem!reader

☾ GENRE. lovers to exes, angst

☾ W/C. +8k words

☾ WARNINGS. cursing, expressed desires of disappearing or running away, themes of unhealthy relationship dynamics, major character death, sad ending

☾ ADDITIONAL NOTE. this is an edited version of an already posted work of mine! there aren't any major differences regarding the plot, but if you ever want to return to the original post, you can access it here.

『THE TIME OF WINTER 』

You confessed to Heeseung on Valentine's Day.

And in your own opinion, you had never looked better in your entire life — or maybe you thought that because it was your first time spending more than an hour getting ready. Not a hair on your head was out of place and your lip gloss was shiner than the silver-chained necklace looped under the collar of your uniform.

You had a heart-shaped box of chocolates clutched to your chest with a crimson red rose taped to the top as you walked into school that morning. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you couldn’t tell if it was the nerves or the chilly weather that left you feeling lightheaded.

Overall, your appearance had earned you more compliments than you had gotten during the whole semester, considering that you’d normally never even bother to properly tuck in your shirt for starters. And it was all in the first fifteen minutes before you entered your classroom building, but that didn’t change the fact that you were a frazzled mess on the inside.

Upon first period, you settle down at your desk and scroll through your notifications as you wait for class to start.

“Hey!” Your friend sits in the unoccupied seat next to yours, taking a moment to talk to you before she has to sit in her assigned seat. She points to the chocolates on the edge of your desk. “What's with that? Planning on confessing to someone today?”

You slouch onto the back of your chair, bashfully crossing your arms over your chest. “Maybe.”

“Oh my god, seriously?” your friend gasps, bouncing her feet in excitement. “Who do you like?”

You immediately shake your head. “As if I’d tell you!”

“Hey, I tell you everything!” she disputes with her shoulders slumped in disappointment. “You can trust me.”

You slowly bite the inside of your cheek, checking to see if anyone was paying attention before muttering under your breath, “Lee Heeseung.”

You watch her eyes widen. “No way, Lee Heeseung?”

“Keep your voice down!”

“I was already whispering!”

You sigh at her response, realizing that you needed to stop overthinking everything. Your mind felt like it was processing a thousand thoughts at once, on the verge of exploding from stress.

“I can’t believe you’re into heartthrobs,” your friend says in astonishment. “Your little crush is literally the pride of our high school. Everyone’s in love with him.”

“I know.” You tightly purse your lips together, feeling more hopeless than before.

Heeseung was always an exceptional student. Ever since the day you had met him back in elementary school, he was already on another level.

You and Heeseung were the same age, but he was offered to skip a grade once you reached middle school, making him your upperclassman by a year.

Even when you were no longer able to share any classes with him, your infatuation only grew stronger. There was an unexplainably strong aura surrounding the prodigy.

He was popular and friendly and essentially good at everything. He didn’t even commit to clubs, because why would he? He couldn’t possibly stick to one when he had so many options.

Heeseung enjoyed the praise of being able to do anything he put his mind to. Of course, that didn’t satisfy the demand of students and teachers that wanted him to join all their school-related activities, but there was no stopping him. He hated the idea of having a limit, being tied down.

You were nowhere near close to his already unreachable status. You had a track record of joining lots of miscellaneous clubs in an attempt to find something you were good at, coming up short every time. Your grades were acceptable but nowhere near extraordinary. You were kind and amiable but ended up making more acquaintances than real friends. The stark contrast between you and him was extremely evident. You were afraid of him only seeing you as the random second year that had merely shared a small handful of conversations with him throughout the years.

In short, Lee Heeseung was way out of your league.

“Are the chocolates too cheesy?” You run a hand through the locks of your hair, an overwhelming amount of thoughts flooding back into your mind again. That was always a bad habit of yours. “There’s probably a lot of other girls planning on giving him chocolates, right? Shit, I should’ve been more creative. What if—”

“Woah, slow your roll, Y/n,” your friend interjects your rambling. “Just be yourself and tell him your feelings with confidence. If he turns you down, then it’s his loss.”

“His loss?” you repeat with a scoff. “Yeah right.”

You slowly peel the tape adhering the rose to the top lid of the box, crumbling the tape into a jagged ball when you’re done.

“I’m still ditching the chocolates,” you decide, shoving the sweets into her hands before she can say otherwise. “You can take them.”

“Whatever.” She shrugs, satisfied that at least you weren’t completely giving up. “I was hungry anyways.”

You gently set the rose directly in front of you, staring at it with a longing gaze. “I just hope this will be enough.”

Your friend frowns at your statement, racking her brain for a way to cheer you up.

“Oh, I have an idea!” She runs off to her desk and grabs a roll of purple ribbon from the front pocket of her school bag. Taking a pair of scissors from her pastel pencil pouch, she cuts a strip from the roll and hands it to you. “Here, you can tie this like a bow around the stem! It’ll be super cute.”

“You’re a genius! Purple’s his favorite color,” you gush, twirling the smooth ribbon around your fingers as you admire its simple yet stunning pattern. “Just like mine.”

You scrunch your nose in concentration, following your friend’s advice of tying a bow. You finish the job with the ends of the material prettily cascading from below the petals, the minor addition rather making all the difference.

“Thanks for the help.” You smile.

Your friend giggles. “Any time.”

You fix your hair in the small mirror attached to the inside of your locker, taking a couple deep breaths to mentally prepare yourself. When you’re done, you take a peek from behind the open door of said locker to look at Heeseung standing at the end of the hallway.

He was talking to a couple other third years from his last class of the day. He was as friendly and carefree as ever, constantly acting like the only thing weighing down on his shoulders were feathers.

After a minute or two of waiting, you watch Heeseung wave the other students goodbye as you see your opportunity lying right ahead.

‘You can do this,’ you mentally encourage yourself, speed-walking towards him as you grip onto the rose tied with purple ribbon behind your back.

You tap his shoulder. “Heeseung?”

The boy immediately turns around to face you, a smile plastered on his face. “Hey, Y/n! What’s up?”

You feel so nervous that you could throw up. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

You can tell he’s a bit confused as to why you approached him to tell him that. “Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Y/n.”

He strikes conversation for a bit longer, asking about your day or how your classes went. The small talk luckily makes you feel a lot more relaxed. Heeseung is always such a natural speaker. He cracks jokes with perfect timing and takes interest in everything you have to say. It’s as if he knows exactly what you want to hear.

Then, he asks why you came up to him, and it takes you a fleeting moment to gather the courage to speak again.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You reveal to him the rose, extending it towards him. “I like you, Lee Heeseung.”

You could practically hear a pin drop with the utter silence that emitted in those next ten seconds. He was standing as stiff as a board with a lost look on his face, completely spacing out.

“So…” You anxiously rock back and forth on the heels of your feet. “What's your answer?”

You bite your bottom lip in embarrassment. At this point, you were just waiting for him to reject you so you could flee the pitiful scene as soon as possible and sulk in the privacy of your own room.

Heeseung doesn’t know exactly what comes over him at that moment. The atmosphere is cold but his heart is warm and he’s feeling generous. An unknown force just makes him inclined to take the chance.

He had always noticed you, whether it be in long or short-lived snippets. He thought you were nice. Timid whenever he made his presence known, but now he could understand a little more as to why. However, there were other times. Other times when he’d catch a glimpse of you walking in the courtyard or passing his table in the cafeteria where he’d see you be more smiley and outgoing with your friends or classmates. You seemed too kindhearted to let down.

“Yes.” He accepts your rose, fiddling with the dethorned stem between his lean fingers. “My answer is yes.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

Heeseung nods, a soft smile playing on his peach colored lips. “Yeah, really.”

You grin from ear to ear and sheepishly stare down at the tile of the school hallway. You couldn’t believe this was happening. From your knowledge, Heeseung had never dated someone before. He would reject every girl that ever confessed to him and you had never caught him forming a crush on someone himself.

This felt like the impossible.

You’re still dazed with disbelief when he speaks again.

“Are you heading home?” he asks, tilting his head to the side in an endearing manner.

You nod rapidly, unable to wield the words from your mouth.

“Great.” He takes your hand in his without warning. “Let's go. I’ll walk you.”

You let him guide you with your interlocked fingers, making sure to sync your footsteps with his long strides.

When Heeseung returns home after making sure you arrive at your doorstep safely, he laughs to himself. He wasn’t expecting any of the events that day to take place, but a sense of accomplishment swells in his chest.

Heeseung wondered what it was like to genuinely be enticed in the thought of having it all. He was curious about the fulfilling life everyone else assumed to be his, and a girlfriend seemed to fit the bill perfectly.

『 THE TIME OF SPRING 』

When Heeseung disappeared for the first time, he was gone for two days.

No one made note of it, after all, it wasn’t the craziest thing for a teenage boy to be off the face of the earth for a single weekend.

That was until it happened again, and again, and again.

He always pretended like nothing happened when he’d return. It’d usually be on a Monday morning where he was bright and early to class, greeting you with a hug and kiss to the side of your head before he’d see you again at lunch.

That had become a normal routine for you as he had officially asked you to be his girlfriend a few weeks after Valentine’s Day, having properly taken you on a good amount of successful dates first until you were completely lovesick. The two of you had been going strong for over three months now.

It secretly ate you up inside every time he became abruptly unreachable. If you questioned him about where he was, what he did, why he didn’t respond to a single text message, he’d deflect.

Nobody at school saw a difference in the way he was acting except you. He was still riddled without a single flaw on the surface.

Then, he went missing for a week.

“You know,” you start. “Normally, people run away to escape their problems, not create them.”

He chuckles, distracted. “What's with the pout?”

He casually pecks your pursed lips in an attempt to lighten the sour mood.

It was another Monday morning, and instead of wondering about his whereabouts for a solid two days, those two days were stretched into seven.

“Where did you even go?” you ask, leaning against the wall at the back of the school where you’d frequently go to be alone with Heeseung before class.

“Just somewhere.” He sighs, dodging the question.

“Heeseung.” You give him a blank look.

“Y/n,” he mocks, understanding the gravity of the situation but choosing to ignore it.

“I’m worried about you,” you say honestly as you release a deep breath. “It was a whole week this time. A week! Don’t you know how I feel when you leave me out in the dark like this? Useless, fucking useless.”

“I know.” He heaves another sigh upon seeing your dejected expression. “I’m sorry.”

“You always say you’re sorry, but what does that change?”

Heeseung doesn’t have an answer to that.

“Are you ever going to tell me? Do you even plan to?”

“Y/n,” he says your name again, this time with a more serious tone. He pulls you into his arms for a hug and doesn’t budge as he silently holds you in that position for minutes later. “I’ll tell you the full story one day, I promise. It just can’t be now.”

“Why can’t it be now?” you mummer into the sweater of his uniform, the aroma of his calming scent almost luring you to sleep.

“It just can’t.”

You cage him back into the hug when you feel his arms loosening around your waist, hoping that if you hold on long enough, he’ll stay.

“I’ve had something on my conscience lately,” he says, deciding to open up to you a little bit out of guilt. “Do you want me to tell you?”

It's bait.

You know that if you let him say it, there’s something you owe him in return. You know that when this conversation is over, he’s expecting no more questions about the matter until he’s ready to mention it again himself.

'It’s bait,’ you remind yourself. 'But it’s better than nothing.’

You slowly back away from his warm embrace in order to meet his eyes. “Tell me all about it.”

“I’m thinking about taking a gap year after I graduate.” He ultimately reveals it to you.

“You don’t want to go to college?” you ask, suddenly taken aback. “But why? With your grades and your potential, I’m sure there’s plenty of colleges that want you to apply.”

“It's not like that’s the problem. I know I can get accepted into a good college,” he says. “I just don’t want to make all these important life decisions just yet, you know?”

You could wrap your head around that. Something you had learned about Heeseung without him directly telling you was that he loved praise but hated responsibility. He was naturally gifted with talent, which was why he lacked the dedication and drive to make anything of it.

You wished he could understand how lucky he was, but you’d also try to see it from his perspective. There must’ve been so much pressure and expectations for him that you’d never had to experience in your entire life.

He chose not to confide in you about it, but he didn’t have to. You could tell that he was struggling deep down inside.

Heeseung liked being himself, and being himself was being free.

“I understand.” You nod reassuringly. “You need some time to figure things out. Do what’s best for you, as long as you know that it’ll be worth it in the end.”

“Thank you.” An infectious grin creeps onto Heeseung's lips, splitting across his face so widely that you think it’ll break into halves. He cups the side of your jaw, patiently kissing every inch of your face. “You’re everything. You’re my everything.”

You could cry. Never in a million years would you think your long-term crush would call you his everything.

“We should get going.” Heeseung laces his fingers with yours. “Classes will be starting soon.”

He moves to head inside but stops when he feels your hand tugging him back.

“Can I say something first?” you ask impulsively, regret already gnawing on your impromptu confidence.

“Sure, you can tell me anything.”

“I love you,” you blurt out. “I think I’ve been in love with you for so long.”

You feel physically sick at your own words.

‘It’s too soon. It's only been a few months. He's going to think I’m weird and never talk to me again. Gosh, I’m such an idiot!’

Heeseung's grip on your hand tightens, his doe eyes twinkling like a constellation of brightly shining stars.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

You look at him in shock. “You shouldn’t feel obligated to say it back just because I said it first.”

“I know,” he boasts with confidence. “I’m saying it because I want to.”

You gulp at his bold reply. “You really mean that?”

“Of course.” He nods. “I don’t lie.”

“And you’re one hundred percent sure?”

“I’m one hundred percent sure.”

“I’m warning you.” With your shaky breath evident, you fail to hold back the stripes of tears streaming down your face. “My heart is fragile, please don’t break it.”

Heeseung plants one last tender kiss on your cheek where the tears stain. “I would never.”

『 THE TIME OF SUMMER 』

Upon graduation, you didn’t see your boyfriend for an entire month and a half.

You weren’t very surprised, but deep down you were still disappointed that he left without a word.

The beginning of your summer was incredibly boring and lonely without Heeseung. Granted, you hadn’t even been in a relationship long enough with him to know what a summer with him was like, but that only made you want to know more.

Your friend called you every once in a while to hang out. You’d go out to eat, shop at the mall, or just take a simple drive around town. Each time, she’d ask about how Heeseung was doing. You’d tell her that he was doing fine even though you weren’t really sure. She was so excited and happy for you, teasing you at every chance she’d get.

That's why it hurt to lie to her. Now that the school year was over, no student had much of a clue that he was missing. Everyone had just assumed that he was flourishing too high to stay behind, that he was off doing bigger and better things.

And it bothered you.

He hadn’t contacted you in the time he was gone, not even once. You had no idea where he was or what he was doing. You hated this feeling. You felt so co-dependent and clingy.

He had promised not to break your heart, and it saddened you to feel it cracking. It made you want to scream at him.

You spent your free time picturing how an argument would play out in your head. You would articulate what words you’d say, what phrases would best convey your emotions, the perfect moment to insert a cuss word for impact. You could hear his voice in the detail of your fabricated conversations every time you were left alone in silence. To put it shortly, your thoughts were filled with Heeseung.

Heeseung, Heeseung, Heeseung.

The moment he crawled through your open bedroom window in the middle of the night, you wondered how you’d bring it up.

Then, the first thing he says is, “If you’ve been leaving your window open for me, just unlock it next time instead. I can’t have my girlfriend getting cold.”

He passes you a blanket folded over the desk chair in the corner of your room, and you know right from his sweet gesture that it’s game over.

In the end, you say none of the things you wanted to tell him. You’re just happy to see him again.

Happy to see him at all.

You find yourself resting your head on his chest around twenty minutes later, laying beside him on your bed as a movie plays from your laptop.

“I missed you,” you whisper.

Heeseung readjusts his arm wrapped around your shoulder, using the hand on his other arm to tilt your chin up. You’re forced to temporarily look away from the movie for a moment as he pulls you into a kiss, though you have absolutely no complaints.

Screw the movie.

Heeseung deepens the captivating kiss, his lips gradually yearning more and more for yours. You can feel yourself getting lost in his graceful, almost ghostly touch. It's an indescribable overload of emotions to have him so physically close when his heart feels so out of reach, like a false paradise.

Eventually breaking the kiss, Heeseung tugs you back into his chest and focuses again on the screen of your laptop.

“Missed you too.”

'Then you should’ve come back sooner,’ you think to yourself, biting back your tongue.

You’re incapable of concentrating back on the movie, your mind still occupied by the boy of your affections.

“You’re staring,” Heeseung teases without moving a muscle.

You huff, sitting up to close your laptop shut, abruptly cutting off the audio of whatever scene was playing. You couldn’t care less about it.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Your boyfriend sits up as well, noticing the change of atmosphere.

“Are we still going to pretend that this is normal?” you say as you lazily play with your fingers. “You’ve been gone for over a month. You know how much I worry when you just disappear into thin air like that. Was it really too difficult to even say goodbye?”

“Y/n, we’ve talked about this.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair, aggravated. “One day I’ll explain it to you and you’ll understand. One day, I promise you.”

You’re dissatisfied with his answer. You feel strung along, nothing more to him than a meaningless girl he can have at his beck and call whenever he wants, yet you still find yourself afraid to act on the argument you had previously mapped out in the back of your mind.

“And besides, I don’t need to say goodbye,” he adds, hoping to soften the mood. “Why would I when I’ll always return to you?”

“It’s just,” you pause for a moment, making an effort to hold back the tears swelling in your eyes, but alas, you ultimately fail. “I’ve been trying so hard to wait for you to be honest with me, for you to be as transparent as I’ve been, or for you to stop leaving. It hurts so fucking badly, Hee.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” Heeseung pats your head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I hate making you cry.”

“Then don’t give me a reason to.”

Your tears continue to unabashedly gleam down the sides of your cheeks and Heeseung wordlessly begins to wipe them away with his thumb.

“Anything you want to talk about? Anything interesting that happened today before you got here?” you ask a slew of questions, seeking a new line of conversation.

He ponders for a handful of seconds. “I visited home for a bit.”

You weren’t expecting that. You thought he’d ramble over something random or minuscule to mindlessly entertain you both, but maybe his mind couldn’t detach itself from the whole emotional state the two of you were left in.

“How’d that go?”

“My parents practically disowned me when I came back earlier this morning.” He lets out a low laugh, leaning into the swamp of your pillows. “They’re still mad at me for running away or whatever. They also can’t seem to let go of my decision to take a gap year and even said that I’m not welcome back at home anymore, not that I wanted to go back anyways.”

You frown. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He immediately looks ready to retract his statement at the unconvinced expression on your face. “I mean, it’s not the most ideal situation, but they’ve made their decision and I’ve made mine. I won’t ever forgive them. It’s simple, really.”

“Don’t say that. They probably were coming from a place of concern. Didn’t you mention one time that you used to have a good relationship with your parents?”

“They can go to hell for all I care.”

“But…” You contemplate pushing the topic, but do so anyway. “Don’t you want them to be proud of you?”

“I don’t need their approval. At least you’re proud of me, aren’t you?”

You nod silently.

Heeseung’s eyes light up at this. “Then that’s all I need.”

Silence falls.

“I’m leaving again tomorrow,” Heeseung says after a bit of hesitation. “Wanna come with?”

Your head snaps in his direction. “You’re leaving already?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “What of it?”

A frown inevitably crosses your face. “Why can’t you stay longer?”

“Honestly, it’d be hard for me to. You’re the only reason I decided to come back in the first place,” he replies with a charming smile.

You hate it when he smiles.

It was always distracting and his teeth were blinding white like angel wings. It felt like a trap, some sort of deception.

You observe the way Heeseung’s line of sight shifts to your bedroom window, where he originally entered from. When the both of you started dating all those months ago, Heeseung would wait for you by the front door, more often than not with your parents uncomfortably present, and would take you out on a date.

Though ever since Heeseung started disappearing every now and then, your parents didn’t quite view him as the best influence. They saw how empty of a shell you quickly became whenever he’d leave for unknown amounts of time and tried to guide you with their own perspectives, but you refused to listen.

That’s how Heeseung became familiar with climbing two stories to your bedroom window, and the two of you have yet to be caught.

“Come on, Y/n.” He gets off your bed while lending his hand out to you. “Run away with me.”

You take his hand and pull yourself up, telling him in a faint voice, “Okay.”

Because you loved Lee Heeseung like the world was ending, and that would never change.

The two of you end up stargazing.

It's past midnight as his car pulls into the parking lot of a small park you had never been to before. It was almost a two hour drive from your house, the area unrecognizable to you entirely.

Once you get out of the car, Heeseung leads you towards a small hill beyond the playground structure and picnic tables.

“The view’s amazing,” you comment. The gradient of the sky and silhouette of the cities fill your line of vision. “Do you come here often?”

“I’ve only been here once,” he admits. “But I thought you might like it. It’s really quiet and secluded, don’t you think? My mind feels at peace here, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.”

“Like the rest of the world doesn’t exist,” you repeat to yourself, following Heeseung to the top of the hill. “I like that.”

He hums in response. “Knew you would.”

You talk to Heeseung for hours upon hours, conversing about everything and anything, but at the same time, nothing at all.

At some point, he takes out a pen stashed from inside his jacket pocket and begins drawing on your arm down to the back of your hand. It was a common quirk of his you remembered from your first few weeks of dating. He would visit your class some days just to talk and doodle simple objects or abstract lines on your skin.

“When did you first realize you had a crush on me?” Heeseung asks curiously, concentrating on the art he was now forming by your knuckles.

“It was back in middle school.” The corners of your mouth tug upward at the memory. You look up at the sky, watching the faint light peek from the clouds, early morning approaching. There was something so cathartic about all the beautiful lines of colors stringing from above you. “We were in the same class and you handed me your colored pencils when I forgot mine at home. You were kind and sweet and comfortable to be around. It was hard not to like you. Everybody did. When I heard you were skipping a grade, I was so sad because that meant we’d never have classes together again.”

“So, what I got from that was you liked me because I was perfect?”

“In the beginning, I did.” You don’t deny it. “But as we started dating, I just wanted to love you for you. Not Lee Heeseung or anything, just you.”

“That's good,” he mumbles more to himself than to you. “Perfect Heeseung sucks.”

“What do you mean? Is being perfect really all that bad?” you joke lightheartedly.

“To me it is.”

“Why?”

“I hated my life here… when I was perfect,” Heeseung says, clicking his pen and tucking it away as he finishes his drawing. He changes his sitting position on the grass of the hill, bringing his knees to his chest.

Heeseung hates his life in the present too, but he couldn’t tell you that.

You look at him quizzically. “What was wrong with your life before?”

“Nothing in particular.”

“Nothing?”

There's a silence that fills the air.

“Technically, I had everything that a guy could ever want,” Heeseung breathes out, looking ahead as he could see the sun beginning to rise. “And somehow, that has and will never be enough.”

You included.

『 THE TIME OF FALL 』

Heeseung was comparable to perfume, something that daintily lingers to then fade after a day’s wear.

The moment he had taken you home when the sunrise turned to sunset, you barely heard from him for another two months.

It was already your last year of high school, and people were starting to grow worried about you. It was like all the life and energy you once had was drained to nothing, leaving you in the hollow shell of your body. Your friend often expressed her constant concerns for your state but you brushed them all off, ignoring her comments that it looked like you never got sleep or hadn’t been eating properly.

You constantly felt on edge.

And god, if someone had even mentioned Heeseung's name in front of you…

You wondered if it was worth it to love Heeseung so badly that it’d affect you like this. It wasn’t. You knew that deep down.

Watching him leave always hurt, but in all honesty, you were hurting yourself more by choosing to still love him. To still care.

But if you chose to stop loving him for his true self, then who would?

Who else would be able to understand that he was misunderstood? That he was handed everything in life he didn’t ask for and was miserably searching for a place he could find happiness in.

You had told yourself to support him, even if it was painful to acknowledge that the place he was seeking was far away from you. Though now you were beginning to think it’d be better to let him go, cut the string tethering him to his hometown of misguidance and discontentment.

Within the two months of fall, he had contacted you twice. You remember being so shocked when you saw his name and picture flash on your phone screen, in disbelief that he actually called.

However, both those phone calls ended in arguments.

It was a tiring pattern. A vicious cycle.

The two of you were like parents who would always argue about essentially the same thing, or argue just to argue.

You used to fantasize about being with Heeseung, and now, you fantasize about your life if he was a stranger. You just wanted to think about what was best for your life and not his for once.

When he actually managed to visit you one night, he stopped to find you at your bedroom window first before leading you to the passenger seat of his car.

In a similar fashion to the phone calls you shared with him, civil conversation doesn’t last long before a dispute breaks out. The car never even moved.

“You can’t just keep disappearing whenever you want like it doesn’t matter,” you repeat yourself, like you always do with your feelings regarding Heeseung. “You don’t realize how much you’re damaging yourself and the people around you.”

Heeseung’s facial expression doesn’t change. “Then come with me.”

“Do you have any sense of awareness for someone other than yourself?” You continue to stare at him with disbelief. “I have a life, you know? So many things I want to do, so many dreams I want to fulfill. I can’t just drop that all to be with you.”

Heeseung's jaw clenches out of anger. “Do you not love me enough? Trust me enough? Is that it?”

“I should be asking you that when you’re the one keeping secrets and leaving me in the dust.” You match his aggravated tone. “What's the point of having a boyfriend that can only play the part five times a year. If it’s so hard for you to stay, then don’t come back at all!”

“Oh, stop being dramatic.” He rolls his eyes.

You feel all your bottled and unspoken emotions building into an outburst. You were fuming, and you craved a chance to finally talk back against everything you’ve dealt with, no matter how much you tried to make excuses for his behavior.

You didn’t care if you had to lie. You didn’t care if you had to pretend that you never saw where he was coming from in order to hit him where it hurts. You just wanted to put an end to things.

You wanted to let go.

“Don’t you want to do something besides running away for once? You’re so smart and talented yet you’re throwing that all away for nothing—”

“Shut up, Y/n!”

“No, because you’re so fucking careless!” you cry out.

“So what?” he yells with a booming volume to his scratchy voice. “Since when did you get to fucking dictate my life, huh? Gosh, you sound just like my parents. fucking hell.”

“You’re so ungrateful. Of course you’d say that I’m trying to dictate your life after you just did that exact thing. You can’t keep living like this forever, Heeseung,” you bite back in response. “And stop trying to project your anger onto your family! I can put two and two together, you know? There’s no way you’ve been able to sustain yourself all this time unless your parents were still giving you access to your credit cards. Can’t you see that you’re pushing away the people who simply care and want to help you? Even when you push them away?”

He doesn’t deny your accusations over the whole credit card ordeal, further confirming it in your mind.

“I don’t want anyone’s help! Everyone always wants something from me, even you. I used to convince myself that I could do it, but I’m tired of being put in this box that everyone’s constantly forcing me into. It’s so exhausting.”

“I’ve never forced anything out of you! No one did.”

“That's a lie.” Heeseung snaps.

You mockingly tilt your head. “So what if it is? Everything was handed to you because you were born a prodigy and look where you are now.”

You loathe your shitty attitude, aware that you’re just saying what you know will provoke him, but your anger prevails.

“And what makes you any better? Talking about your dreams, the kind of life you want to live.” His voice is low and sharp like a knife, which makes his words leave a bigger wound. “None of that matters when you’re not fucking good at anything. The only reason I started dating you in the first place was because you wanted me and people were expecting me to get a girlfriend.”

There was nothing that could’ve prepared you to hear those words. You knew when you originally confessed to him that he couldn’t have possibly liked you as much as you did him, but the blatant truth stung.

“Sorry, that was too harsh.”

A bitter laugh escapes your throat. “You think?”

There’s an uncomfortably long pause.

“You should go.” He gulps, unlocking the car for you to leave. You listen, slowly opening the door on your side and stepping out.

You almost close it shut but hesitate.

“Heeseung?” you weakly call out his name.

He turns to look at you. “What?”

“Did you ever truly love me?” You sniffle, unable to meet his eyes.

You regret the question before you ask it, fearing that you’d be better off not knowing the answer.

“To be honest, Y/n,” he starts, giving you an apologetic smile. “I’m not even sure if I’m capable of understanding what love is.”

Heeseung officially breaks up with you the next day.

He doesn’t have the courage to say it to your face, so he writes you a farewell note and slips it into the crack of your front door. It’s written on the fancy notepad paper he carried around in his bag at all times; you can recognize the dark blue ink of the pen he used to draw on the back of your hand with.

And even though you were preparing yourself for the day when one of you would finally be able to let go, it doesn’t make any bit of the process easier.

You cry silently that day, alone and with the autumn leaves crumbling to the ground, just like your broken heart.

『 THE TIME OF WINTER, AGAIN 』

Heeseung didn’t come back to town until the month of February.

He spent a lot of time replaying the last conversation he shared with you. It echoed like your voice was a recording that looped through a cave of his thoughts.

Life was so empty. He had truly let go of everything he once had, and you were the last thing he let slip away.

He continued on with his normal routine for countless weeks, though he found it becoming increasingly more difficult with you weighing on his mind. It took some time and lots of contemplation, but he had finally considered getting his life together.

He had hope. He had hope that maybe there really was a way to live the life he wanted without the irrational and collateral damage. He started building the excitement of not only making himself good enough for the you he had broken but also himself.

For once, he finally worked his way up instead of expecting the world to work around him.

There was so much he now wanted to do. He wanted to explore his interests and passions, figure out what he loves versus what he just happens to be good at. He had gotten a job while he was out of town as a waiter to gain experience and earn some money of his own instead of leeching onto his worried parents.

Speaking of that, his relationship with his parents was far from where it used to be, but they were slowly repairing it little by little. There were some long phone calls of constant crying and arguing before they truly solved the myriad of issues brewing between them.

He thought about repairing his relationship with you as well by asking for your forgiveness, to explain from the beginning and maybe beg for a second chance.

It was then he realized that he could never will himself into actually doing that. You deserved more than a belated apology, you deserve more than anything he himself could offer in compensation to your pain.

It wasn’t fair to lead you on. It wasn’t fair to keep you around because he used your sympathy to his benefit, or because he knew all those times that you wouldn’t abandon him even when he did it to you. Over and over again.

You probably hated him. He wouldn’t blame you for it.

He parks his car on the road outside your house, mentally preparing himself to see you again. It was the first place he wanted to visit upon his return.

“Don’t be a coward,” he exhales, still gripping the sides of his steering wheel. “Just say what you want to say and know your boundaries.”

When he exits his car and walks through your front yard, he almost feels sick to his stomach with nerves. Before he can hesitate, he whispers another few words of encouragement to himself and rings the doorbell.

Your mother opens the door.

“Hello, Mrs. Y/l/n,” Heeseung awkwardly greets her. He had only met your mother a handful of times, and that would be in similar moments to this one where his shoes would brush against the doormat as he’d normally wait for you to come downstairs. That was before he resorted to sneaking through your bedroom window in the middle of the night. “May I come in to see Y/n?”

She gives him an empty look. “How long have you been back?”

Heeseung gulps, fully aware that he didn’t have the best reputation in your parent’s eyes. “Since this morning.”

“So you haven’t heard the news, have you?” she asks, keeping calm as she clarifies the situation.

“What news?” Heeseung asks worriedly, eyebrows stitched together in confusion.

“While you were gone, Y/n got into a car accident with one of her friends.”

Heeseung's world shatters.

“What?”

“They were both extremely drunk and her friend ran a red light while driving at full speed.”

“Is she okay? Is she in the hospital? Which one? I’ll go there right now—”

“She died on impact,” your mother interrupts him, losing all her patience as she was faced with the boy that broke her daughter’s heart to pieces. “Her funeral was last month, so please, I’d appreciate it if you’d leave.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, mrs. l/y/n,” he stutters, bowing respectfully.

“Thank you.” She halfheartedly accepts his condolences, going to close the door with one final nod.

“Wait,” he exclaims last minute, his hand instinctively coming up to signal her to stop. “Can you tell me where… where I can visit her grave? Please, I just want to talk to her one last time, even if it has to be in this way.”

Your mother inhales a sharp breath at his vulnerable and desperate plea, telling him to wait for a moment so she can hand him a note of the location.

“Hey, Y/n.”

Heeseung sits down in front of your grave.

Everything about this feels so surreal. He wants to imagine that this is all a dream — or rather nightmare — that can be resolved with one good nap and the hope that you’re still out there somewhere in the world instead of being buried six feet under.

He takes his time gathering his thoughts, “I don't really know what to say. I came to your house today expecting to get some sort of closure, or for you to kick me out by slamming the door on my face. Either would’ve been understandable.”

Heeseung curls himself into a ball, the same way he did that time he took you to the park to go stargazing, chin resting atop his knees.

“I didn’t know you drank alcohol. Was it because of me? Shit, never mind, let’s not go down that road or else it will haunt me at night,” he quickly begins to ramble. “But anyways, I never got to give you the explanation I said I would one day. That's something I wanted to talk to you about, since I figured I at least owed you that one. I should come back tomorrow and tell you the full story,” he says, giving himself a reason to come and see you again. Plus, the sudden news had drained him of any energy to form the coherent thoughts he intended on expressing to you. “Like I promised.”

He kept so many secrets and fed you with so many lies. He wishes he could redo it all, or better yet, he wishes the two of you had never met from the start. Your life could’ve been so much better if he weren’t in it.

“I missed you a lot after we broke up, which is ironic considering I had no right to be, not after everything I said and did to you. I couldn’t help it though; I miss seeing you happy. I remember thinking about how nice and pretty you seemed on our first date, but it was around our second or third that I saw how truly beautiful you were. That was when you started to become more comfortable around me. Your eyes were glimmering like city lights and your lips tasted like coconut lip gloss. I don’t think I’ve ever had that much fun with someone in my life; it was kind of scary.” Heeseung laughs but it’s bittersweet. “You gave your heart to me so easily and without hesitation. You really shouldn’t have. I didn’t earn it. It was so shitty of me that I couldn’t appreciate the time we spent together. We were in a relationship for how long? Eight or nine months? It feels like it flashed by in seconds.”

He can visualize your face as if he saw it yesterday, and now he wonders if it’s an image he’ll never be able to forget.

“I’m so sorry.” He breaks out into a sob, his hands coming up to cover the entirety of his face. “What about all your plans?” he softly continues, grief-stricken. “You were supposed to graduate high school, find your dreams, meet someone who would… who would treat you right. You had a future ahead of you.”

Heeseung knew how much he cared about you underneath all the bullshit he covered it with. Sure, his feelings for you weren’t quite the same as your feelings for him, but there was a sense of solace he found in you.

Every time he vanished into his little getaways, you were the last person he saw when he left and the first he saw when he returned.

You were the anchor that grounded him to reality.

Guilt consumes him in this very moment. It was as if this was the world’s punishment to make him realize the consequences of his actions.

Was this what you feared? The endless nightmare of waiting for someone to come back, not knowing the day they’d stop returning.

Maybe if he had listened to you, maybe if he had stayed…

Maybe if he had reciprocated the love you had given him, you would still be here.

“I can’t just lose you.” Tears cloud Heeseung's vision as he removes his hands from his damp cheeks to clutch at the dead grass. He could sense all his strength and composure breaking down bit by bit when he screeched out quiet strains of pain. “Why did I have to lie to you? Why did I have to hurt you? Why did I have to always be the one that fucks up our relationship?”

His body feels like it’s on fire, and his heart burns to ash.

“Why did this have to happen? You didn’t deserve to die.”

Just when he had finally felt that his life was put together, he was too late to even witness you living yours one last time.

Heeseung's shaky hands find their way to his bag, grabbing the delicate object sticking out from the side pocket. He had put the straightforward gift together right before he visited your house, and now that you’re gone, the memory behind it breaks him even more.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n,” he whispers, setting a single rose on your gravestone. Wrapped around the stem was a bow of pretty purple ribbon. “I want to be the one who confesses to you like this, even if I still don’t know what it means to love the way you loved me.”

Lee Heeseung never knew how to cherish anything in his life, but he wished he had tried with you.

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So, the winner of my poll was pastel goth Jen and tarantula hybrid Kevin. So, her is chapter one.

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Arachnid love

It was dark, the only light came from red light bulbs placed every five feet. This was the hall of circus freaks at Zombozo's traveling circus. In the hall a girl walked alone looking at the various circus freaks, this is Jen Tennyson. "This is way better than that silly show," she said coming to the end of the hall.

At the end of the hall, there was a heavy metal door with a sign that said 'do not enter'. Jen simply ignored the sign and entered the room. There was a single red light on the wall and it wasn't that bright. That didn't matter to Jen though, she always enjoyed a scary, distressed atmosphere.

Jen looked around in the darkness and made out a figure sitting on the floor. "Hello," Jen said gaining the person's attention. The person rose from the floor and Jen took notice of their lower half. The person's lower half was much larger than the average human's and different in shape. Jen squinted into the darkness and took notice of the extra sets of legs and projectile hairs.

Jen watched as the person turned their head, and her mouth fell a gap. Eight bright glowing red eyes stared back at her and fangs glistened in the dark. "Whoa," Jen whispered feeling her face heat up.

"Why aren't you running away?" The person asked they sounded male an around Jen's age. Jen smiled, "I don't see a reason to run." Jen said walking closer to the boy.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP

Jen jolted awake from her dream and shut off her alarm clock. Jen let her arm fall and sighed, she didn't want to get up. It was a Monday, no one wants to get up on a Monday. "Jen, Gwen is here, hurry and get ready before your Grandpa gets here!" Jen's mom suddenly called from the other side of the door. Hearing her mom say that Jen was suddenly wide awake, out of bed, and excited for the day.

Jen hadn't gone on a summer road trip with her Grandpa and cousin in five years, not since the summer her Grandpa Max got the Omnitrix. Jen smiled at the memory of that summer, and then her face began to heat up. "This is gonna be great," Jen said getting dressed.

Jen put on a sleeveless mock neck shirt with a pastel green cardigan that left her shoulders and collarbone exposed. A Black and pastel green plaid, pleated Skirt with lace hem, A leather belt with chains hanging from it, fishnet tights, black thigh-high stockings, and platform boots. Jen then put on a leather choker with a heart lock, a lilac moon necklace, and lilac heart spider web earnings.

Jen quickly did her makeup, simple lilac eye shadow, black eyeliner in the shape of bat wings, and shiny lipgloss. "Ok, one more thing," Jen said and pulled her shoulder-length hair into a half ponytail. Jen smiled and admired the pastel pink streaks in her hair.

"Ok, last-minute essentials," Jen said and grabbed her phone charger, phone, extra hair ties, and any other essentials she had to have on her. "Sully, grab my purse will ya," Jen said and her pet spider moved from his dog bed to grab Jen her requested item. Sully grabbed Jen's pastel pink, skull-shaped cross-body purse and carried it over to her. Sully, nuzzled into Jen's leg to get her attention, which Jen gave him. Jen smiled, "Thanks Sully," Jen said, and the chihuahua-sized spider made a faint hissing sound.

"Jen, your Grandpa is almost here." Jen's mom called through her door. "Ok, I'm almost ready," Jen called and put her purse on then pat her leg. "Time to go, Sully," Jen said and the spider climbed her and latched onto her back like a backpack. Jen smiled then grabbed her suitcases and left her room for her summer trip.

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"Hey, Gwen," Jen said seeing her preppy, perfectionist cousin in the living room. "Jen, are you- AHHHHHHH!!!" Jen's dad let out a shrill scream and ran down the hall followed by a slamming door. "I feel like he should be used to this," Jen said looking down the hall with a concerned smile.

Jen was twelve when she brought Sully home and claimed he was her pet and best friend. Her parents were both shocked and scared, her dad even had to be taken to the hospital due to a heart attack. However, that didn't stop Jen from making Sully comfortable and at home. Yes, Sandra and Carl were against this at first but then Sandra noticed how happy Sully made her daughter. Jen had never made friends easily, mostly because they thought she was strange. Jen was a pastel goth, she enjoyed scary movies, skulls, and spiders, her taste in music was different from most kids her age, etc, and other kids found it strange. Sandra had hoped things would change as Jen got older, but it never did.

So, after Sandra saw how happy Jen was, she made Sully feel welcome and treated him like a regular house pet. Carl was a different story, he tried non-stop to get rid of Sully, but Sandra was always quick to stop him. Eventually, after so much time Carl gave up, but that didn't mean he accepted Sully.

"Jen, Honey, your father will never be used to it," Sandra said entering the living room from the kitchen. Sandra walked over to her daughter and scratched Sully on the head, then noticed her niece backed up against the wall. "You still scared Gwen?" Sandra asked, smiling at Gwen, who nodded her head. "I will most likely always be scared," Gwen said and Jen and Sandra laughed.

The laughter was followed by a knock on the door and Jen rushed to answer it. "Grandpa!" Jen hugged her Grandpa tightly and the man happily returned it. Max broke his hug with Jen and took notice of Gwen standing against a wall. "You and Sully go put your stuff in the RV and get settled in," Max said and entered the house. Jen quickly grabbed her suitcases and headed to her Grandpa's home on wheels, his old beat-up RV. Jen smiled and entered the bucket of bolts and stopped at the door, nothing had changed. The RV looked as if it had been frozen in time, everything was the same.

Jen took her suitcase and headed to the back of the RV. Jen made quick work of putting her clothes away in the closet followed by her makeup and jewelry box. Jen then stored her suitcase under the bottom bunk and walked to sit in the passenger seat. Jen moved Sully to sit in her lap and began thinking about the fun-filled summer ahead.

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Several hours later the three Tennysons sat at a familiar camping spot. "Girls, help me set up camp." Max said and Jen was the first to her feet, "What should I do?" she asked. Max handed Jen two tents, "Here, set these up, then go and gather firewood." Max said and Jen nodded.

Jen stepped away from the RV and dumped the contents of both bags out. With the tents and poles on the ground, Jen started setting them up. "Here, let me give you a hand." Jen turned her attention to Gwen. Gwen's hand was covered in a pink energy Jen learned to be mana. Within a few short seconds, Gwen had both tents set up and secured. "You're welcome," Gwen said and strutted into the RV. Jen rolled her eyes and went to get firewood with Sully on her heels. Jen smiled and knelt, Sully climbed onto her back and latched on.

"I still haven't figured out why she thinks she is better than me," Jen said and Sully made a hissing sound. "Yes, we do have a better relationship than when we were ten, but she is still...Gwen." Jen said picking up a few dead branches. "And before you recommend it, no I am not doing that," Jen said and Sully made another hissing sound. Jen giggled and kept walking to find more firewood.

Jen stepped through a cluster of trees and bushes when she found plenty of dead branches. Jen began to gather the sticks while humming Death by Melanie Martinez. Jen gathered the last few sticks and turned to leave but quickly jumped back narrowly dodging the sharp spider leg. Jen landed with her back against a tree and Sully jumped in front of her ready to protect.

"Where did you come from?" Jen asked, the car-sized western black widow spider hissed and lunged at Jen. Lucky for Jen her parents made her do gymnastics as a kid, and those skills came in handy. Jen jumped up and cartwheeled across the spider's back letting it run into a tree. Jen stood up and started at the spider, Jen's pupils began to bubble and spread out covering every part of her eyes. Jen's shadow then stretched out and three shopping cart-sized black widow spiders crawled out.

Jen threw her hand and the black widow's attacked. Sully jumped in and Jen quickly re-gathered the firewood and walked back to camp not wanting to keep her Grandpa and cousin waiting.

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Max was in the kitchen cooking mill worm, grasshopper, and squid stew for dinner, wondering why Jen hadn't returned yet. "What happened, why is your power activated?" Max heard Gwen ask and he quickly walked outside.

Jen was dropping a pile of sticks by the fire pit and Max saw her obsidian black eyes. "Jen, what happened?" Max asked, Jen simply smiled, "I got attacked by a shadow spider, but I got it taken care of." Jen said. There was a sudden hissing and Jen's shadow expanded and her three spiders crawled inside. Jen's eyes returned to normal and she sat at the nearby picnic table. "Everything's fine," Jen said with a bright smile.

Max could only nod and head back inside to finish dinner. While Max did that Gwen joined Jen at the picnic table and noticed Jen pulled a book from somewhere. Gwen looked at the cover, of "The Monk by Matthew Gregory Lewis. How do you read stuff like that?" Gwen asked, Jen pulled her eyes from her book, they now held a cold, dark aura. Gwen shivered, and then was suddenly drowning in Jen's gaze, "It gives a sense of realism, a sense of what the world is really like for some people." Jen said then quickly snapped her book closed startling Gwen.

"You wanna read it?" Jen asked, she held the book out to Gwen with a bright smile. "Umm...no thanks," Gwen said and Jen shrugged and then re-opened the book. Gwen stared at Jen a moment longer before pulling out her spellbook, something she obtained when she was ten and began reading over the various spells.

"Oh, hey Sully." Gwen pulled her eyes from her book and saw Sully on the table staring at her. "AHH!!" Gwen fell out of her seat and groaned as she hit the ground. Jen broke into laughter and fell onto the ground herself.

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A little while after dinner the family sat around a campfire rotating marshmallows. Max was telling Jen and Gwen about his most recent plumber mission.

"So, I used Heatblast and melted the ice, saving everyone." Gwen and Jen smiled and applauded their Grandpa before settling into a nice silence. "Sounds like you've had some fun with that watch," Jen said feeding a burnt marshmallow to Sully, then making one for herself. Max smiled, "I have, and I'm supposed to be retired." Max said with a chuckle, Jen and Gwen joined in but it was quickly silenced.

Max's old radio announced an attack at the local camping grounds. "Anybody else getting Deja vu?" Gwen asked, Jen and Max both nodded. "We better go give those people a hand," Max said and dialed into the Omnitrix, then pressed the core. There was a bright flash and Max was transformed into an alien neither Jen nor Gwen had seen before. "Girlllsss, say hellllo to Biiig chiiillll." Max said in an airy voice and flew into the air, "Tryy to keeep uup." he said then flew away. Jen and Gwen both stared in awe then shared a look and smiled at each other.

Gwen's eyes glowed a bright pink and a bright flash blinded Jen. When Jen opened her eyes she saw Gwen in her hero alter-ego Lucky Girl. Gwen was dressed in a sleeveless black leather, one-piece suit with a purple belt, and purple knee-high boots. The belt had a cat face buckle and weird stones around it. Gwen also sported a black and purple cat masquerade mask and black gloves. Jen hummed and nodded, "Not bad cousin." she said then smirked.

Jen's eyes blacked over and shadow tendrils reached up and wrapped around Jen's body. The shadows twisted and wrapped around Jen tightly then sank into her body revealing her alter-ego Arachnid. Jen was dressed in black tactical pants, coral-colored combat boots, and a black Niko mantle cloak with a pastel green spider web pattern and it gave her a mid-drift revealing part of a spider web tattoo on Jen's hip. Jen had pastel green fingerless gloves and a mask. The mask was a spider mouth mask, it was black with coral stripes, a spider mouth with sharp fangs.

Jen stood up and Sully crawled to her side. Sully grew to the size of a hippo and Jen hopped onto his back. Sully headed for the camping grounds and Gwen followed.

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When Jen and Gwen got to the camping ground they saw it was under attack by spiders. "Hey, those are the same as the spider that attacked me earlier," Jen said jumping off Sully's back. "Nice outfits girls." Max approached now as a classic alien Jen and Gwen both knew. "Nice to see Four-arms again," Gwen said and Max smiled then the spiders hissed at them.

The spiders charged but they were only looking at Jen. "Guess you're the main target here," Gwen said standing beside Jen, "I don't have a problem with that," Jen said jumping over the spiders. Sully caught one of the spiders and while they went head-to-head, the others came after Jen. Gwen used her mana and grabbed one of the spiders and Max tackled another. Jen was left with a single spider and summoned a Redback spider the size of the RV. Jen snapped her fingers and the slider showed down on the other, a quick and easy victory.

Jen then shrunk her spider and rode around to help any civilians still nearby. Most just ran screaming, the only ones who stuck around were kids who were in awe at what they were seeing.

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After several long hours of repairing damage Max, Jen, and Gwen stumbled into the Rv exhausted. All three de-transformed and collapsed on their beds. Sully now back to his normal size climbed onto Jen's back and slept peacefully. "Just like that summer five years ago," Max said turning to look at his granddaughters. Gwen was already asleep but Jen was smiling. "Yeah, but I think I'm the target this time." Jen chuckled tiredly.

Max nodded then fell asleep himself. Jen followed her Grandpa's lead and drifted into a peaceful slumber unaware she was being watched. There was a tiny spider in the corner of the RV and it quickly scurried away to its mistress. This was gonna be a long summer for the Tennyson family.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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request for ceoverse! pls make where the wifey visits him at work ((wherein the employees still dont know how she looks like)) and his secretary kinda looks down at her like “who r u, do u even have an appointment lol” ... i want angry ceo!harry and shook employees PLEASE +++ hes all soft w her in front of them and they are all like HUH 🤨

TEMP OPENING (mini blurb)

Reminder: Harry is not nice! He’s an asshole to everyone but his wife and baby.

Y/N was a bit frazzled. She was suppose to drop off important documents, that her husband had forgotten at home, to Harry’s office an hour and a half ago.

Ivy decided that it’d be best to throw a temper tantrum because she didn’t want to stop playing with her toy kitchen set.

After a half hour of wriggly, angry toddler chaos - Ivy was strapped into her car seat with a furious expression.

Especially because YN didn’t let her bring a toy along because of her behavior. It was her attempting to kick the back of the leather seat until YN firmly asked her to stop.

When she wouldn’t, YN pulled out her last resort card. She didn’t use it much because she didn’t want it to lose luster.

“Did I need to tell Daddy how you’re treating mummy?” YN looks in the rearview mirror at her red-faced daughter.

Ivy looked comical. She’d refused to let her mother comb her wild curls or change her white shirt that was covered in berry stains.

“No!” She shrieks but stops kicking and huffs as she looks out the window to the passing scenery.

The temper of her father, YN swears.

She manages to scurry through the building without many glances. A few people know who she is but not any of the lower level employees.

They don’t recognize Ivy either because she is rarely in the building and if she happens to be they keep her on the secluded top floor where his office is.

YN is rushing, feeing awful about not getting the papers to him sooner. She doesn’t look much better than her baby.

Hair is a messy bun atop her head, a ripped up vintage shirt, and grey biker shorts that have similar berry stains to her daughters.

She is basically dragging her toddler along as she isn’t very willing to use her feet at this very moment. Stopping and staring at everything then grumbling when her mum pulls her away.

Finally she arrives at the office that houses his secretary before the massive doors that lead into his office.

When she pushes through, there are two men sitting on the sofa with briefcases in their laps - obviously waiting for a meeting.

The women behind the desk isn’t the usual grey haired grandmother-like women that she and Ivy love.

Harry’s normal secretary was on a week vacation and there was a younger, raven-haired girl sitting in her usual position.

She looks YN up and down with judgemental eyes before she smirks and says, “Mr. Styles isn’t hiring for the cleaning crew right now.”

It takes moment of confusion to realize that the girl is implying that how she looks - unprofessional and a hot mess means she’s less than.

Even though any job is a good job.

YN is about to comment on how rude the comment is but Ivy bolts to the side of the office to view a large very much alive plant.

She reaches up to curiously pick at the leaves in her child-like wonder but ends up pulling the whole thing over, soil spilling all over the plush white carpeting.

It startled Ivy into tears, rushing back to her mum and begging to be picked up. YN can feel the men and the secretary’s eyes on them.

“Mummy, it’s scary,” Her daughter whines, sniffling and burying her face into her mum’s neck. Hiding.

“You’re okay, it’s fine,” YN soothes, rubbing her back comfortingly.

“It’s really not okay because now I have to clean that up. Maybe you should get that little brat under control.”

It’s perfect timing when Harry’s door opens and he hears the girl call his daughter a brat.

His perfect little baby.

All eyes go to Harry, he demands attention anywhere he goes but this is his territory. He’s fucking furious.

“Hayley, why are you talking to your boss that way?” Harry asks in a calm, taunting tone. He casually rests against the doorframe.

Hayley looks at him confused, “What do you mean? I was just telling this women that her daughter is out of control.”

“First off, that women is your boss just as much as me. Seeing as she has 50% ownership of the company,” He replies cooly, pursing his lips in irritation.

“Second off, I’m not going to tolerate you insulting our daughter. She’s a fuckin’ baby, she’s going to do things kids do,” Harry motions to the plant lying lifelessly on the ground.

YN shoots his a look, no cursing in front of Ivy, and he automatically sends her an apologetic look. Their daughter has popped up and is dimpling at her father.

“Daddy! Missed you!” Ivy chirps happily.

The two men are wide-eyes and quiet, they look at each other once - communicating silently.

“Anything else I need to address, pet?” Harry asks his wife, accepting Ivy when she makes grabby hands at her father.

Harry smiles down at his child, “Hi Vee. Y’missed Daddy? I missed you, my little lovie.”

YN usually would let it alone and not be catty - truly.

Insult her all they want but they do not talk about their daughter like that.

“She said that they’re not hiring janitorial staff. I guess my appearance gave off that kind of signal,” YN smirks, even though the rock on her finger should have given it away.

“Hmm, isn’t that interesting?” Harry hums, mocking that he’s thinking hard.

It’s amazing how he can still be intimidating with a little clone of himself in his arms - who’s currently wrapping her fingers in his cross necklace.

“Wha-what?” The confused, nervous girl answers as she realizes the pit she dug herself into.

“It’s interesting because we may not have a janitorial position available but we have a new opening for a temp secretary,” Harry smiles widely with no empathy for the girl.

Then he’s turning to the other men, “D’you two have anything t’say? I’m always willin’ to open your positions too.”

They shake their heads in unison and don’t open their mouths at all. They actually look at their feet.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Hayley spits at him, standing up and throwing her purse over her shoulder.

“You better hurry. The unemployment office closes at two,” Her husband tells the girl before ignoring her mutters to kiss his daughter’s cheek.

YN steps over, murmuring “She has been a brat all day but she’s our brat.”

“Eh, her mummy is a brat half the time too,” Harry replies, lowly so the men can’t hear.

He can’t help but reach his hand around and squeeze quickly at her bum.

“H,” YN squeaks, smacking him playfully, “Here’s those papers. I’m sorry I’m so late.”

“Never be sorry, s’okay. These guys have been sitting there for the last two hours waitin’ on them to start the meeting. They’re fine.”

YN flushes, avoiding the men’s gazes, and hands them to her husband, “You really are an awful boss.”

“I know, s’fun,” Harry smiles, pressing a kiss to her lips before kissing Ivy’s nose to hear her giggle.

After meeting, the men will discuss - one: how hot his wife is and two: how Harry was whipped for her and his baby.

Enjoy 😊

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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✨Intimidating✨

Pairing: Alpha! Issei Matsukawa X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Satori Tendou x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff!

Request: can i request matsukawa and tendou w an omega that’s afraid to ask them to scent something for them? 🖤

Summary: Alpha's are scary creatures. Going up to them is scary, and honestly, you were never sure you would ever be able to look one in the eye. Unfortunately, your omega was dead set on one particular alpha-- one who seemed so much more intimidating than any other alpha you had seen before.

Author’s Note: Nonnie you really said-- let me pick custard's husbands.

Requests: Closed!

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Issei Matsukawa

➵ Matsukawa Issei; a strong, tall and proud third year alpha. Part of the starting line-up of Seijoh's volleyball team.

➵Unfortunately, he was also the object of your inner omega's (And begrudgingly your own) affections.

➵ It wasn't like you weren't friendly with him, but he was just so much bigger than you!

➵And honestly, you were just...scared?

➵ He'd never done anything to make you fear him, as he was just a giant teddy bear of a man, but you just couldn't really explain it.

➵ In actuality, you were scare of most of the third year boys-- despite being a third year yourself.

➵ They were just so tall and buff! You couldn't help it!

➵ This didn't help with the fact that there was some obvious chemistry between you and Matsukawa.

➵ Even the teacher could see it

➵ However, you just...couldn't find the courage to ask him to scent something for you to begin the courting process.

➵ You understood that volleyball practice took up a lot of time so him giving you a gift was out of the question.

➵ Meaning it was up to you.

___

You had been trying for days to work up the courage to talk to Matsukawa.

It hadn't been easy, a number of things stopping you-- the number one factor being your own nerves. You would be talking with him, having an incredible time before your omega would remind you that you need to ask and you would malfunction.

Honestly, it was almost a problem at this point. He was always super understanding when you excused yourself but you felt terrible about it.

You just wanted to get it done and over with! You wanted him to hold you in his arms already! To love and cherish him, make sure he's okay after practice.

But your goddamn nerves just wouldn't let you!

Groaning, your tensed your shoulders at the clang that came when your forehead smacked on the cool metal of the lockers. In your hand was a crumpled shirt, one you had been trying to ask Matsukawa to scent for the past however long.

"It's not even that hard?!" You groaned, smacking your hand against the same locker. "It's four words, for heaven's sake. Just 'please scent this Matsukawa', not that bloody difficult!"

You huffed, still cringing at the sound of the metal echo in the empty hallway-- well, the presumably empty hallway.

"About as difficult as saying 'Please be my omega'."

You chirped in surprise, whipping around to face the tall alpha. He was smiling down softly at you, one brow raised as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and duffle hanging by his side. "Matsukawa-san, I- uh,"

He held up a hand, getting up and walking over to you. He gently pried the shirt from your grip before rubbing it against his scent gland, wrapping his unoccupied hand around your waist and leading you out the front.

"Matsu-"

"Issei, I'm your alpha now, aren't I?" He smirked, nuzzling your temple with a laugh as your cheeks erupted in red. "Come on, pretty thing, let's go get you some food."

Satori Tendo

➵ Now Satori is...a lot.

➵ He's energetic and eccentric.

➵ And just... a lot.

➵ Not in a bad way, of course, but (Sorry, this is custard's personal HC) he needed someone to balance him out.

➵ Someone to take refuge in. To hold him close when he has anxiety attacks (Another personal HC of Custard's is that Tendo has severe anxiety and I will take this with me till the day I die).

➵ He needed the shy and small omega that was you.

➵ At this point, if wasn't a matter of if it was when you two would become official as you both balanced each other out perfectly.

➵ Your mellow attitude calmed his other-worldly one.

➵ His brash and straight-forward nature made up for your shy and easily-overwhelmed one.

➵Honestly, ya'll cute.

➵Satori likes you a lot, you like him a lot, unfortunately, the only issue?

➵ Satori cannot, for the life of him, do anything (another Personal Custard HC) that requires nimble fingers.

➵ (The personal HC is that he was super clumsy with his hands and fingers until his adulthood when he learned to channel it into chocolate.)

➵ So things like beading necklaces or bracelets was kind of out of the question for him.

➵ Meaning if was left to you.

___

"You can do it. You can do it. You can- I can't do it-" You groaned, turning away from the entrance to the gym, wringing your sweater between your sweaty hands.

You knew Satori was in there.

You knew when it came to you, he wouldn't bat an eye at stepping out for...hell the rest of practice.

You knew that this was practically a formality, as he already treated you like his omega. Feeding you, scenting you, caring for you around your heats and helping you prep before giving you space.

He was honestly perfect for you. Just as you were for him.

Growling to yourself you faced the gym doors once more, breathing in and out slowly. You could do this! This was Satori. He promised to always hold you and value your feelings.

You could do this.

Stepping forward, you stumbled back as the door poked open-- happy ruby eyes gleaming as they saw you. You snorted, covering your mouth with a hand. Satori took this as a good sign, waggling his fingers in a greeting as his eyes scrunched meaning he was smiling.

You waved back, smiling as well. When his eyes turned into small squints, analyzing your figure you became self conscious, shuffling slightly. The alpha picked up on this, soon slipping out of the gym completely, closing the door behind him. He sauntered over to you, towering over you as he held his hands behind his back.

"Hey little omega, how are you? Come to visit the lil' ol guess monster?" He teased, a twinkle of something in his eyes.

You nodded, not trusting your words before thrusting the article at the confused alpha. He caught it, barely, holding it for a second before it clicked, the smile returning to his face.

"Damn. And here I was, thinking I finally got the upper hand on you." He chuckled, quickly disappearing into the gym before reappearing once more, this time with a woken necklace. He bashfully handed it to you along with the, newly scented, sweater.

"Guess you'll always be a mystery to me, huh Paradise?" He laughed, holding to his chest like he always promised too.

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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4 weeks - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, needy Bakugou, 18+, sub!bakugou, dom!f!reader, oral, use of viagra, NOT SPELL CHECKED (sorry >w<)

Summary: Bakugou done fucked up and now he has to pay the price..sorta

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: just for the sake of the story, your quirk is “Command.” As long as you come into physical contact with your opponent, even for a second, you can command them to do your bidding until you say “rebel.”

“WHAAAATTTTT??????!!!!!!”

You could’ve sworn the whole house, scratch that, the whole world shook as Bakugou screamed at you.

Bakugou had fucked up. During a little heated session, things got a little too rough. As Bakugou was railing you from the back, he tugged at your hair. However, along with your soft locks, he pulled on your thin necklace chain that was gifted to you by your precious 5 year old son. The chain broke and Bakugou didn’t even tell you. He opted to have you both finish before he even mentioned the broken gift.

And now it was the next day and Katsuo, your son, had noticed the missing necklace. It did hurt him a bit especially considering he did so much to earn money and go with grandma to buy the necklace but he assured you it was okay. You sent him off to his room to play as you walked to the kitchen to scold and punish your husband. As you complained to him, he conversed with you as his back was facing you and only turned when he heard your punishment for him.

“You heard me. 4 weeks. No sex, no touching, no hugs or kisses, no nothing. No. Physical. Contact.” You said with a stern and nonchalant face. Your arms were crossed as you faced your husband who looked at you with an open mouth and open palms.

“Wha- but- WHY???” He whined.

“Katsuki come on! You broke my very expensive necklace!” You said, gesturing to your now bare neck.

“Who cares if it was expensive, I could buy you another one! We’re pros Y/N, we could buy a unicorn if we wanted!” Bakugou argued as he was still trying to get out of his punishment. You only crossed your arms and pressed your fingers into your forehead.

“That’s not the point! It’s the fact that even though it was so expensive, our 5 year old son still bought it! And so because you broke it, this is your punishment.” You explained. Bakugou groaned as he threw his head back and huffed towards the ceiling when an idea came to his mind.

“You know..” he began as he walked towards you, “I broke that necklace, on accident, because I was so focused on pleasuring my queen. Anndddd I could make it up to you in the exact same way~” He attempted to wrap his arms around your waist but you spun around and stepped behind him resulting in him stumbling forward. He turned towards you and growled.

“Really Katsuki? You’re gonna snarl at me? Look, you know the rules, so follow them. Now I’m going with Katsuo to get him a new toy to cheer him up, you just...heh, sit in your room and think about what you’ve done.” You teased. You grabbed your purse and had Katsuo get ready. Once he was done you told him to get into the car and you walked to Katsuki to say bye. You smirked as you looked at him and pressed your hands against his chest. You slowly went in for a kiss and Bakugou looked at you in shock before he smirked and leaned in too. But just as your lips were about to touch, you pulled away and walked to the door. As you opened it you turned to him and spoke.

“No kisses. Remember?” You grinned at him. He snarled and picked up a pillow off the couch and threw it towards you but you shut the door before it could reach you. This was gonna be a long 4 weeks for Katsuki.

—

Katsuki awoken to his gorgeous wife....sleeping on the other side of the bed far..far away from him. No touching meant no sleepy time cuddles either. It had already been like this for a week. He looked a little closer at her sleeping figure and smiled at her peaceful state. He scooted closer and he tucked his head into your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist. Or more like he tried to. The second his arm made contact with your body for cuddles, you woke up and smacked his hand away.

“Ah! Y/N!! This isn’t fair!” He whined. He looked at his arm and saw a little red shade forming as he pouted at you. You turned towards your doting husband and just gave him a stern look.

“Who broke my necklace?” Bakugou sighed and flopped onto the bed on his back as he faced the ceiling.

“Me.”

“And now who has to pay the price?”

“Me.” He pouted again. You chuckled as you got up and stretched.

“Stop pouting Suki. You’re not Katsuo.” You giggled but he only looked at you with the same pout.

“He’s my carbon copy, we’re basically the same person.” You smiled at your humorous husband and he smiled seeing the grin that bestowed your face. You kneeled on the bed and leaned into him. You placed your hands on his chest as you got close to his face.

“You’ll survive, Love.” You said and then gave him a loving kiss. His eyes went wide at the surprise contact but he quickly smiled into the kiss and returned it as he shut his eyes to enjoy it. You intensified the kiss but when Katsuki went to pull you in closer by your neck, you quickly backed away. He looked at you in shock before whining again.

“Okay, first of all, I thought you said no touching.” He growled as he clenched his fist.

“I said you couldn’t touch. Never said anything about me,” you said with a cocky grin. Bakugou’s face went red at your devious actions.

“Okay well what the fuck? You can’t just kiss me like that and stop after I already went a whole week without touching you. Come back here,” he said as he tried to grab onto your wrist but you backed up and walked to your bedroom door.

“Get ready for the day love, this is just the beginning.”

—

Mitsuki and Masaru had just arrived. Katsuki was sitting on the couch trying to distract himself with the TV while you were in the kitchen making a smoothie when door bell rang. You opened the door greeting your in-laws with love and expectance.

“Hi Mom! Dad! Come in! Katsuo is almost done packing his bags,” you happily said as you stepped to the side to allow your mother and father in law to enter.

“Umm, what? Why is my son packing his bags?” Katsuki asked as he stood from the couch.

“Y/N didn’t tell you? We called a few nights ago asking to bring Katsuo on a trip. She said yes and told us she’d tell you about it later,” Masaru explained. Katsuki jerked his head towards Y/N in disbelief as she placed her hand on the side of cheek and spoke.

“Oops! I guess I forgot,” you said with sarcasm dripping in your voice. Mitsuki and Masaru believed you but when they turned to face their son again your mischievous grin returned as you also faced Katsuki. He was silently fuming as he watched you go from angel to devil in a second.

“Ah well, who cares. Point is, we’re here to pick up my grandson!” Mitsuki said as she took a seat on the couch. You all made small talk but Katsuki continued to stand as he processed just how conniving his wife was.

“Mama! I’m all set!” Katsuo said as he came down the stairs with his little suitcase and teddy bear in hand.

“Hi baby! Grandma and Grandpa are already here,” you said and Katsuo excitedly ran to his grandparents.

“Grandma! Grandpa!” Katsuo said as he jumped into their arms.

“Ohh, hello my little firecracker!” Mitsuki said, greeting her grandson. “Ready for a vacation in Rio?”

“Mhm!” Katsuo quickly replied but Katsuki just stuttered in shock before he spoke again.

“Woah- wait? Rio? You’re taking him to Brazil? That’s across the globe, how long are you guys gonna be gone?” Katsuki asked with concern. Not for his son, he completely trusted his parents with his child and he knew they would have fun. He was worried for himself. Taking care of Katsuo was a distraction for Katsuki. Watching his son kept his mind off of wrecking Y/N. If his son was away for too long, he didn’t know how long he would survive his punishment.

“We’ll be gone for about 3 weeks. Don’t worry, we’ll be back before you know it.” Masaru said.

“Wha- huh? 3 WEEKS?! .....Y/N you little satan,” he whispered the last part. He turned to face you and saw a Cheshire grin on your face. His face turned red and you swore you could see steam leave Katsuki’s ears but you continued as if everything was normal.

“Alright well, we’ll be going now!” Mitsuki said as she stood alongside her husband. Katsuo said his partings with his parents and they said their “I love you’s” before their son walked out the door with his grandparents. Katsuo was about to have the time of his life while Katsuki was left to suffer.

Y/N was seated on the couch as Katsuki was still seething. She held a grin on her face as Katsuki slowly turned to look at her.

“You got some explaining to do, princess,” he said adding poison to the loving nickname. You only smiled some more as you stood and walked to your husband. He towered over you but right now, you were above him because you held all the power now. You got in his face as you spoke words that would set him off.

“Whatchu’ gonna do now without your little distraction running around, daddy?” You softly but sinisterly and seductively said as you chuckled and purposely bumped into his shoulder as you walked away.

—

Bakugou has slowly been losing his mind. He was on the last day of the second week and it’s been killing him. When he sat down he would spazz a little and his fingers would be having a little seizure. His eye would twitch at night as he kept his back to you to restrain himself. The soft quiet moans you would release in your sleep every now and then would send Bakugou into the bathroom in the middle of the night to relieve himself. Just the sight of you was daring Bakugou to pounce.

You weren’t making it any easier for him either. First you send his son AKA his distraction from his hot wife away, then you tease him constantly, you also allow yourself to touch him but refuse to let him cop a feel on you, and now, you walk around after work in his t-shirt and a pair of cute panties. Your plump ass on display and the sight of your plush thighs drove him wild.

You were sipping tea in the kitchen when your frantic husband came in. You took notice of him and greeted him with a smile before it quickly dropped at the sight of him. He looked awful. Bags under his eyes, a twitching eye, a crooked line for a smile, disheveled hair, and his posture was horrendous. He took a seat next to you saying nothing as he just tapped his foot against the floor.

“Umm...baby? Are you okay-“

“NO! I’m not! I’m not okay, not at all!” He snapped as he looked at you with wide eyes. You stared back at him with the same eyes as you slowly took another sip before continuing.

“What’s the problem, love?” You asked as if you didn’t know.

“What’s the problem?” He began with a whisper. “What’s the problem?! Oh, like you don’t know you TEASE!” Bakugou stood from his seat as he clapped his hands to dramatically to explain.

“HOR-NY!” He said as he brought his hands together for each sound. “I am insanely horny, you shitty woman! I can’t get myself off, I don’t have my son around to keep me busy, work is just annoying now, and my fine ass wife won’t let me touch her!”

You laughed a little as he explained and Katsuki had his jaw dropped at your rude behavior.

“You’re laughing? Oh you think this is funny? Oh okay,” he said and walked away.

“WHEN THIS BULLSHIT IS OVER, YOU’RE SUCKING MY DICK Y/N!” He slammed the door to your shared bedroom but he screamed loud enough for you to hear all the way from the kitchen. “ON SOFT!”

—

The end of the third week. It was almost too much for Katsuki. Katsuo would be back in another week but it would be pointless because the punishment would be over by then. I mean yeah, he’d get to have his son back again (yayy familyyy) but when Katsuo would be back, Katsuki would be completely indulging himself in Y/N. How the fuck were they supposed to keep quiet?

Whatever though. Katsuki had no time to think of the future. He was living in the now, and so he had to come up with a plan to get Y/N to break. In the beginning of the 4th week, Katsuki spent time and time again tweaking his plans and coming up with new tactics until he realized....his damn wife was just as stubborn and hard headed as he was. Nothing was gonna break her. And so we’ve been led to this.

“BABBYYYYYYYYYY”

“...”

“PRINCESSSSSSSS”

“...”

“Y/N BAKUGOU!”

Bakugou resorted to being a puppy that basically had separation anxiety. He would yell and shout and whine at every chance he had. He would do whatever if it meant getting you to break. He missed you. The last time you made physical contact with him was during that kiss and man did it send Katsuki into a frenzy.

Considering Katsuki’s quirk contained nitroglycerin, a chemical commonly found in viagra, it was safe to say it was very easy for you to rile him up. And as he thought about that, it hit him like a train. If he can’t go to you, then he’ll make you come to him. He’ll set you up and he knows exactly how to do it.

Bakugou left the bedroom and ran down the stairs to find you in the living room. You were cozied up with yourself under a blanket that covered your booty shorts that you wore. You were entranced by the story of a book as you allowed the TV to play at a low volume for background noise and Bakugou’s heart swelled at such a domesticated moment. “Hi baby.”

You looked up to your husband and rolled your eyes with a smile as you looked at him. You wondered what trick he had up his sleeve this time around. “Hey. You need something?” You asked.

“Mm mm,” he shook his head with a soft smile, how cute. “Just was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me. Get some snacks, sit in bed, and just enjoy some time together.”

You smile grew wider at the thought of a little date night in your shared bedroom and you were quick to agree to his offer. “I’ll get the snacks,”

“No don’t worry about. I’ll get it. I already have everything set up. Picked a movie and everything. All you have to do is just be there with me.” You awed at your husband’s kind gestures as you went up to peck his cheek.

“Thanks Suki!” You happily said as you walked away. Bakugou watched your form disappear into the master bedroom before he quickly ran through all the cabinets and fridge. He frantically looked for viagra but when he couldn’t find any he whipped out his phone. He called a number that he knew was going to be able to help him.

“Listen Dunce Face. Don’t ask any questions, just do as I say if you want to fucking live. I know you have female viagra on you and if you don’t, get your ass to the store right now and pick some up for me. Bring it to me ASAP!” He quickly said and hung up before giving Kaminari any time to reply. Bakugou slowly prepared snacks to eat and in 5 minutes a knock was heard on the door. He ran to it and opened the wooden piece to find a huffing electric blonde.

“I....I....I got it!” Kaminari tiredly breathed out as he held a bag over his head to show the items he brought. Bakugou snatched it out of his hand before giving a quick ‘thanks!’ To show his appreciation and slammed the door.

Katsuki took the pills out of its containers and crushed 2 into a powder. He mixed it in with your bottle of water and finally brought the snacks and drinks up to you. He walked in to find you waiting on the bed for him and you smiled at the sight of him. He placed the bags of junk on the bed as he quickly joined you until he realized something was off.

“Umm...Y/N?” You smiled as you knew what he was going to ask and considering you guys were gonna have a little movie date, you gave in.

“Fine.” You happily said as you gave in and Bakugou was quick to pull you into his arms and become the big spoon. He finally got to hold you after so many weeks but this was not his main goal. No he wanted much more. This was only a stepping stone to his victory.

The movie began and Bakugou had you cuddled in his arms. You were enjoying the warmth of your husband as your eyes were drawn to the screen and you couldn’t help but smile at these sweet intimate moments like this. Yeah. You’ve missed him over the past few weeks but a punishment is a punishment. So you decided to savor this time with him before going back to cutting off physical contact once more.

Time had passed and Bakugou watched as you picked at the snacks and swallow down sips of the contaminated water. He smirked every time you downed a gulp and now the best part was coming up. See, Bakugou chose everything so that he knew exactly how everything would turn out. With that being said, he chose a movie that he knew would help the viagra in your system to get you going.

The erotic scene played and Bakugou watched as you rubbed your thighs together for friction. You bit your lip from time to time to hold back a needy groan and you began feeling heat all over you. And it wasn’t coming from Katsuki. Seeing you in this state, Bakugou slowly went to place a hand on your bare thigh. You didn’t push him away and Bakugou grinned at the fact that you were breaking. He soothed and rubbed at your thigh as he would squeeze it every now and then as well. The whole time you were asking yourself why the explicit scene was so detailed and so long.

Out of nowhere, you felt Bakugou’s hand travel up your leg and to your core but just for a second. The teasing touch had you silently gasp and you craved for more. You turned to Bakugou to see he was leaning against the headboard and he would release a grunt every so often which didn’t help relieve your growing heat. He didn’t seem bothered by anything or affected at all as he watched the movie continue.

Enough was enough, you picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Bakugou turned to look at you with a raised brow but openly smirked once he saw you straddle his lap. You shamelessly began to grind yourself against his core as you both released sighs and moans at the friction. His hands went straight to your hips as he spoke.

“What’s wrong princess? What happened to my punishment?” He teasingly asked.

“Shut up,” was all that you said before you quickly dove in for a hungry kiss that Bakugou happily returned. It was all teeth and tongue as you both pressed against each other, grinding against one another’s clothed centers. Moans were released into the kiss as you began to undress yourself. You both pulled away for a second to remove your tops but quickly went back in for the kiss. You removed your shorts as Bakugou remained in his sweats. You were left in nothing but panties before Katsuki decided to rip those off.

“Katsuki...nobody said anything about you being able to touch me again,” you clarified with sharp eyes. Bakugou’s eyes went wide. He thought this was the end of the punishment. He thought you gave in.

“What do you-“

Before he could finish, you placed your hand on his shoulder and activated your quirk.

“Sleep.”

And just like that, Bakugou was out like a light. While he was unconscious, you took the opportunity to tie his wrists to the headboard using one of his dress ties. You removed his sweats and briefs as you allowed his member to stand tall. You stared at the red, angry tip that was drenched in pre-cum. You smirked as you sat yourself on his waist as your hand went to stroke his member the slightest bit. He moaned in his sleep and you giggled as you spoke again.

“Rebel.”

Bakugou slowly woke up, but once he fully came to, he was completely submerged in pleasure. His eyes were blessed with the view of your naked body, with a beautiful face that adorned a smirk. And he understood why you held the malicious smile. He groaned as he felt your pace at his dick speed up. You leaned down to his ear as Katsuki held heavy breaths with a flushed and red face.

“No touching, remember Suki?” You whispered as you then licked the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

“F-fuck! Fuck, Y/N please. Please just do something...Ahh~” You trailed your thumb up to his tip as you focused on it. The feeling sent Bakugou into heaven.

“Awww, you thought you could tell me what to do? If you didn’t notice, tonight, I’m in charge.” You said with a grin and devious eyes. Bakugou groaned even more as he waited for you to do..anything! “I’ll tell you what though, Suki. You have been pretty decent for the past few weeks so I’ll give you a little something. And maybe if you’re a good boy for me, I’ll let you have the main course.”

Bakugou watched as you stopped your hand movements and scooted back. You were face to face with his dick as you jerked him off some more. You held his member in your hand as you made eye contact with him. You licked the base of his cock all the way to the tip causing Bakugou to sigh and moan. You kissed the tip before taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around.

“Oh s-shit! Baby! Fuck-“

You went down on him one time and moaned around his cock, allowing the vibrations to have full affect on your trembling husband. You pulled off him with a pop as you smiled up at him.

“Oh I’m sorry. You wanted me to suck your dick on soft, right?...Mm, well it’s not my fault you can’t control your hard on.” You teased to which Bakugou growled at you. “Again with the snarling? That’s not what good boys do Suki. Good boys do what they’re told so they get to cum inside a pretty pussy~”

Bakugou perked up at the temptation. Cumming inside you. Breeding you. Pumping you full until you give him another brat. The thought of you walking around beautifully swollen with his kid drove him mad and desperate.

“Let me cum inside you Princess.” He asked with a soft but stern tone.

“Ah ah, you don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re not the one giving orders tonight, Katsuki. So listen up. I’ll go down on you for about 5 minutes. If you don’t come in those 5 minutes, I’ll let you cum inside. However, if you do, I’ll be leaving you here with a cock ring for the next few hours while I go and pleasure myself somewhere else. Understand?” You watched as he attempted to fight against his restraints.

“No.” He refused to give in. He turned his head down, avoiding your gaze and you sighed in return.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself,” you said and slid off him. You were about to walk away before Bakugou called out for you.

“No wait!” You turned to him and gave a little curl with your lip. “Tch....please.” He said while blushing and staring off.

“Please what suki?” You said, acting dumb. Bakugou really didn’t wanna beg but he’s so close to getting what he’s been craving all month. Screw his damn pride. He was gonna get laid and he was gonna get it tonight!

“Please! ....Fuck me, touch me, suck my dick, let me cum inside you, do something to me! Please Y/N,” he begged. His member still stood erect and you smiled as you walked towards him.

“That’s my good boy,” you said as you caressed his jaw and gave him a quick and passionate kiss before moving down to suck him off. You kissed his tip multiple times before taking him in. He gasped and sighed at the contact and feeling of your warm cavern but he’ll be damned if he came undone in less than 5 minutes. He needed to cum inside your sweet little cunt and he was gonna do whatever it took to do so.

You bobbed your head at a steady pace causing Bakugou to plead for more. You swallowed his pre-cum, which left him gasping. Your hand went to fondle his balls as he fought against his restraints. He wanted to use his hands to take control but he couldn’t, not with them being tied up.

“P-please baby. Faster! Please!” He begged. And who were you to deny your good boy. You sped up your movements and moaned with his cock seated in your throat. “Ohh god! Yess!”

His legs shook as he was close to cumming. He looked at the time and saw he only had 1 minute left. Just 1 minute. Hold it in and he gets to cum inside you. However, he didn’t know you had a little trick up your sleeve.

When you walked away before, you grabbed a mini vibrator. Seeing he only had 1 minute left, you turned it on and placed it at the base of his cock while you sucked him off and moaned some more.

“F-fuck baby! S’too much! Stop- stop! ...ohh fuck I’m-I’m gonna cum!” Bakugou screamed with his head thrown back. He jerked his hips up as he attempted to fuck your mouth but you squeezed and scratched at his bare thighs to get him to stop. And finally, with your permission..

“You can cum now, good boy,”

He filled your mouth as he screamed in pleasure. His legs shook in pure ecstasy as he filled your mouth with his sweet-salty release. You pulled off him with a stuffed mouth and watched as his chest puffed up and fell down. He sighed before he looked at you with rosy cheeks. You smirked at him, opening your mouth to show him his work before swallowing it all. The erotic scene caused him to bite his lips and throw his head back as he puffed some more.

He can’t believe he was at his limit and all because of a blowjob. His dick grew soft but rose once more as vibrations came in contact with his shaft again. He flinched at the sudden feeling and looked at the cause of it and saw you holding the vibrator against him. “Baby? W-what? W-hy?”

“Aww Suki. Don’t you remember? It’s time to give you what you’ve wanted all month,” you smirked at him. His eyes went wide. How could he forget? He wanted to cum inside you so badly, but he didn’t know if he had any left. He didn’t know if he would be able to take it after his extreme climax.

“W-wait! Wait Y/N. I-..I need a break for a second. I can’t-“

“Excuse me?” You cut him off. “So you’re the only one that gets pleasure out of all this? I don’t think so.”

“No baby, that’s not what I meant. I just- it’s just...s’too much!” He cried out as he watched you hover over his erection. You lined his dick up with your entrance and smirked some more.

“You can handle it. I know you can. You’ll be my good boy and pleasure me too, right?” You sweetly said. Bakugou didn’t know what it was. He was never the submissive one but you calling him a ‘good boy’ did something to him. It made him want to completely submit to you and do whatever you pleased. You slammed down completely on his cock as you both cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck!” Bakugou screamed. You began a fast pace bouncing up and down on him. Your hands found placement on his bare chest as he threw his head back and made an abundant amount of noise. “Oh baby! Baby- slow down! F-fuck too much!”

“Mm..c’mon Suki..I thought you wanted this. Fuck- I thought you wanted..to be my good boy,” you teased while moaning. You held a devious grin as you rode him and he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. Poor baby was so overstimulated.

Bakugou released sobs of pleasure but he enjoyed it all nonetheless. “S-shit! Oh my godd Katsuki! S-So big!”

“Ahh! Fuck! Y-Y/N..baby please! Let me touch you! Please!” Bakugou seethed out. He had his feet planted on the bed as he attempted to thrust up into you. You, growing a soft spot for the man below you, gave in.

“Heh...be a good boy and please me Suki.” You released his wrists from their ties as you never stopped your motions and his hands were quick to find home around your waist.

Bakugou was quick to take control and bounce you up and down on his shaft, controlling the pace. Now it was your turn to scream and cry in pleasure as Bakugou slammed you down on his cock while ramming up into you at the same time. He was going to be a good boy and please you.

“F-fucking shit! You like that? Huh?” He gave your ass a quick and hard smack before continuing. “You like the way my dick feels inside your sweet pussy?”

The pleasure was too much for you. You could barely form words as he catered to your body. His thrusts were beginning to bring you to your end as you felt the familiar tight feeling grow stronger in your stomach. You pussy clenched around his shaft as he released a gruff moan at the squeeze.

“Shit..you gonna cum baby? Gonna cum on my dick? ...fuck yess~ let me fill you up princess,” he said as his thrust grew sloppy. He was close to his end as well and you nodded in approval to his desire.

“Ka-Katsuki! I’m gonna cum..fuck baby I’m cumming!” Bakugou sped up the slightest bit to help you reach your climax until you finally came. You both released cried of euphoria as you both met your orgasms and met each other for a hungry kiss. At the same time, Bakugou stopped his thrusts as he shot his load in you, and a mix of your releases seeped out of your cunt. Your kiss was sloppy as your tongues fought for dominance. Bakugou let his hands travel to your ass where they helped you grind on his dick a little more and smacked it once again.

You both had moaned into the kiss until oxygen became necessary. You separated from each other with small pecks before finally stopping. Bakugou remained inside you as you settled into his chest. He had his arms wrap around you as you both spent time catching your breaths. Once you both finally settled, you bathed in the comforting feeling of the after sex glow and cuddled in a comforting silence. Bakugou had kissed the crown of your head before he spoke up and broke the quiet.

“So much for a punishment,” he teased. You looked at him with slanted eyes as a way of telling your husband to shut up but he only chuckled at you. He lifted your chin and brought your lips to meet his once more for a loving kiss before separating to tell you sweet words.

“I love you, princess.” He said with his husky voice.

“I love you too, Suki.” You sent your hand to intertwine with his and he gladly accepted. He was right though. So much for a punishment. Oh well, you’ll get him next time he fucks up.

A/N: EW THE ENDING WAS SO BAD!!!! WTFFFFF! Whatever. I hope you enjoyed it bear Cubs! I’m sorry I’ve been in my lil slump but I feel myself getting better and I’ll be back soon!💗🧸 And now...to start on the ninth chapter of my series. Yayyyyy😓

A/N: I think my favorite part is when Katsuki yells “Suck my dick!...on soft!” Cuz I be walking around and saying that to mfs who test me. If you disrespect me, SUCK MY DICK..ON SOFT! 🤣 am I a female? YES! But you will suck my soft non-existent dick if you decide to act like a prick for no apparent reason. Thank you!😂

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