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moonsgemini · 6 months

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you’re on your own kid

summary: rafe cameron has loved his best friend through every season, but through the seasons of their senior year things start to get complicated.

warning: she/her, smoking, alcohol, angst, fluff, kissing, cheating ???, drugs, mutual pining, (let me know if I missed any)

wc: 4.7k

an: HIII! I’m really excited for these taylor swift fics bc her songs give me so many ideas. This took a while for me to finish & idk if I like the ending or honestly if I like it at all. I promise seeking arrangements is next on my list to post <3 Hope you guys enjoy !!!

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I wait patiently

he’s gonna notice me

it’s okay we’re the best of friends

summer

Of course when he walks in the party instantly feels like an actual party. It hadn’t been much of a party to her especially not with him around. These things got boring fast if he wasn’t by her side making her laugh and talking about anything and everything. Not having to worry about sleazy guys coming up to her or putting something in her drink because he always by her side. Always looking out.

Everybody loves him anyways. The way he carried himself charmed everyone, made them always want to have his attention. Sunglasses perched on his nose, even though it’s eleven at night, that big smile on his face. He’s bobbing his head to the music and greeting everyone, she can tell he’s in a good mood tonight. It puts her in a good mood, her fingers itching to greet him already.

When he finally reaches where she’s standing with a few of her friends he smiles even wider at her. Greeting everyone but always just looking at her. Moving to push his glasses up onto his head. She couldn’t help the smile that tuged at her lips as he side hugs her friends knowing that’s not what she’s going to get.

And she’s right, once he gets to her it’s all outstretched arms and gentle rocking as he hugs her tightly. She’s been away at her grandparents house in florida for the last week of summer. They had missed each other. Face times and text messages just didn’t feel like enough.

“You’re finally back,” He said once they pulled away.

She rolled her eyes playfully a teasing smile on her lips, “Were you counting down the days Cameron?”

He shrugged, “Maybe, I know you were.” That grin never leaving his lips.

“Now come on,” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders beginning to lead her to the kitchen of whoever’s house this was, “I need a drink and you need to tell me about Florida.”

“I already told you everything every day Rafe. Just sat out by the pool or on the beach,” She motioned towards her body, “got some new clothes.”

He raised his eyebrows eyeing her body, “Some very tiny clothes,” His eyes took in her mini skirt and tank top all the exposed skin doing something to him, “Any guys out there?” He didn’t look at her as he asked. Instead he grabbed a beer out of the fridge, cracking it open with his back to her.

She scoffed, “Florida boys? No thanks.”

He turned around smirking, “So just North Carolina boys for you?”

There was a look in his eyes that she couldn’t quite read. Every now and then he’d give it to her and her mind would spiral on what he could be thinking. She always hoped it was the same thing she was, “Mhmm only North Carolina boys.”

I hear it in your voice

You're smoking with your boys

I touch my phone as if it's your face

I didn't choose this town

I dream of getting out

There's just one who could make me stay

fall

Everything had felt boring lately. After the summer and after the start of senior year she felt like the parties in outer banks were a waste of time. It was always the same people doing the same things. Kids too young to know what’s good for them and too young to care about the consequences of their actions. Not a care in the world knowing mommy or daddy would get you out of whatever stupid decision you made.

She’d spent most of her high school career pretending to like parties and drinking. Even tried coke once but it made her feel like her brain was rotting so never again. When in reality she’d rather be home smoking on her balcony reading a good book or hanging out with her close friends around a bonfire. It was exhausting always having to put up a front that she was this social party girl.

It took her a long time to come to the realization that she didn’t have to be what people thought of her. On figure eight it felt like everyone knew your business and everyone thought they knew you. They start seeing you at parties talking to Rafe Cameron and all of a sudden you’re some party girl with a drug problem. Once people found out Rafe quit doing coke and dealing she just became the party girl. Kook prince and kook princess always stuck to each others sides, of course she was going go gain a reputation.

Once she realized that people are going to talk regardless what she did so she stopped caring. Started staying home more. Rafe kind of hated it. Because she wasn’t there anymore. But he made it work with their busy senior schedules. Always saying he can make time for his best friend. That’s what she was. His best friend.

best friend.

Even saying it in her head made her cringe. If only he knew that she wanted something more so badly. At first she didn’t even see him that way, he truly was a great friend. He listened to all her rants about music, school, books. Rafe paid attention, he was soft with her. She didn’t understand why people always said bad things about him because he never showed those sides to her.

She sighed thinking about him, sitting on her balcony. The thought of him was brought on by everyone’s instagram stories of the party currently happening. She had opted for one of those smoke on the balcony with a good show or book nights.

As she scrolled through her phone more it began to vibrate. Rafe’s contact popping up on the top of the screen. A warm feeling spread through her stomach, maybe it was just because of the weed. She pressed the green button and brought the phone up to her ear. Admiring the little picture of him first, it was one she took right before she had left for florida. He was holding up their friends dog with a big smile on his face.

“Hello?”

“Heyyy,” A raspy voice said on the other line. Immediately she knew he had been smoking as well, probably with all the guys outside. He could even still be passing the joint around. He could also be smoking a cigarette outside after he’s gotten a buzz, it was his favorite thing to do after a few beers.

She put the laptop that was resting on her to the side, bringing her knees up to her chest. Leaning her head to the side on her knees she smiled softly, “Hi Rafe, you rang?”

He can hear her smile. Rafe knows her like the back of his hand.

“I did, what are you up to?” He knows exactly what she’s doing tonight even though she didn’t even tell him.

The wide grin on her lips dulling slightly, “Uh just looking at some schools in california, also watching new girl.”

“Still wanna leave this place huh?”

She let out a breathy laugh picking at the thread on her bench, “You know me too well.”

“Of course I do. I’m coming over,” She could hear him walking on gravel.

“My parents are asleep Rafe,” It was almost one in the morning and her parents had some golf charity event early in the morning.

He laughed amused, “Okay? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s supposed to mean you have to climb up to my room on the second floor or stay at that party,” Her tone was stern not wanting him to get her in trouble but also praying he’ll come and not wake them.

“Hey I gotta convince you to stay close to me after high school so you brought this on yourself,” He was walking to her house. She didn’t live too far from where this party was and he didn’t want to drive after smoking and drinking. At his words her hand tightened around her phone closing her eyes for a second imagining he was there saying that to her but in a different context.

Rafe didn’t have to do anything to convince her. He was the only one who kept her here. It was why she was still mulling over the idea of leaving the outer banks.

“You better at least be bringing a joint for us,” She sighed feeling giddy about him coming over. He always made her feel like a school girl with a big crush on the cutest boy in school.

“Already had one with your name on it babe,” He always threw that word around like it meant nothing. It meant everything to her.

They bid their goodbyes as Rafe was a few houses away. Less than ten minutes later she heard rustling under her. Rafe was climbing the tree by her room. He stepped onto the ledge before getting hoping down.

“Rafe,” She shushed him harshly hoping her dad didn’t hear. His heavy feet landing with a thud.

He looked at her with a smirk, “oops.” He shrugged not really caring if he was loud. Grabbing her legs that were laid out on the bench and sat down placing them on top. One hand on her shin and the other right above her knee.

He leaned his head back looking at her. That contagious grin on his face his eyes hooded and a bit red from his night out, “So ms. I wanna run away. What’s this thing you’re trying to escape,”

She sighed leaning back, “Dunno. I guess everything. I want to start somewhere new, it’s hard when people think they know everything about you.”

He let out a short laugh, “Yeah tell me about it. Maybe we should escape together, I think you’re the only person who doesn’t see a douche bag when they look at me.”

Her heart burst. If they were in a cartoon there’d be hearts swirling around her head and violins playing.

She shook her head smiling, “No one sees you as a douche bag,” She smirked, “anymore.”

“It doesn’t matter because the family company will be mine after college and people will see that I’m more than just a pretty face with a bad attitude,” He smirked.

“You are a pretty face with a bad attitude,” She agreed before holding her hand out, “Also you have something for me no?”

He patted her legs, “How could I ever think you forgot.”

They smoked and talked all night. She put on a movie on her laptop but it was more of background noise. At almost four in the morning she started to drift off to sleep and soon she was asleep on Rafe’s lap. She just felt so comfortable and warm with his hand rubbing circles on her shoulder.

He carried her to her bed and tucked her in because he knew she got cold easily. He sat next to her on the bed and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. A small smile on his face, these were the nights he cherished with her. When the world felt so quiet that it seemed like they were the only people existing. No interruptions from their friends or their parents.

Just him and his girl.

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that you never cared

winter

She pushed through the crowd of people while scanning the room for the 6’2 man she was meeting. It was the first party she had come to since summer and she was only there because he had begged her to come. It was a christmas sweater party so she had on a red sweater with kittens playing with presents. She had gotten it with Rafe a week ago at a vintage store, it was the whole reason he even brought up this party. Telling her it’d be the perfect place to wear it to.

Spotting her friend Emma she went up to her, “Hey have you seen Rafe? he hasn’t been answering me.”

“I swear I saw him going to the bathroom like a few minutes ago,” She pointed towards the hallway.

“Thanks,” She waved and walked towards the hall.

It was much quieter in this part of the house. She’d never been here before so she didn’t know where the bathroom was. There was a door on her right and left and one straight ahead. She decided to check them all. She opened the door on the left and it was just a closet with towels. The door on her right was the bathroom. She was confused because wasn’t he supposed to be there.

She turned towards the last door and saw some light coming from under. She had a gut feeling this wasn’t going to be good. Slowly she walked towards the door and opened it just like ripping a band aid off and

ouch.

Rafe on top of Taylor Thompson. His hand under her sweater and his lips on her. Taylor’s hands in his hair. At the sound of the door opening Rafe turned around and the girl under him sat up to look.

“Shit,” He muttered feeling his heart sink.

She stood there in complete shock for a second before speaking, “Sorry to interrupt.” She slammed the door closed. Holding back her tears until she was in her car alone. Her feet knowing where to take her as her mind was elsewhere. Why would he do that? The last few months had felt different to her. It felt like there was a possibility of something more.

It felt like he literally ripped her heart out and shoved out down Taylor Thompson’s throat. That blonde bi-

“Y/n! Wait!” Rafe called as he chased after her.

She ignored him not really wanting to see him until she got her emotions in order. Now it was clear he wanted nothing to do with her and never cared about her, at least not in the say way. She didn’t want him to see her cry over him, it felt pathetic. They were outside now she had finally reached her car. Clicking the buttons to unlock it furiously.

“Stop!” Rafe said as he jogged to push her car door closed before she opened it all the way.

“What!” She yelled turning around to him. A look of anger in her eyes.

He took a step back seeing how upset she actually was, “I-It’s not what it looks like.”

She rolled her eyes, “I don’t care Rafe.” Crossing her arms defensively.

He furrowed his brows, “Then why are you leaving?”

“Because I can.”

“Y/n-“

“Rafe! I don’t want to third wheel all night so go fuck Taylor Thompson like you want, I don’t give a shit.” She seethed, tears pricking at her eyes.

He shook his head, “I don’t want to fuck her.”

“Then why were you kissing her?”

“I thought you didn’t care,” Now he was getting mad for some reason.

“Fuck you Rafe.”

He laughed bitterly, “Tell me why it bothered you so much.”

She scoffed confused, “What?”

“Why did me kissing her bother you?”

“Because it didn’t bother you. You just didn’t care,”

“About what?” He took a step closer. He was trying to get her to say it. To say that she cared because she liked him.

He knows he fucked up but after her reaction he realized that he had convinced himself she didn’t care when she did. Then he may have taken a few shots and gone into the guest room to breathe and call her. But then Taylor Thompson came in right when the tequila was kicking in and things got blurry. She was on him and he didn’t stop it and she tugged him on the bed and he just couldn’t move or stop. He also couldn’t stop thinking about y/n as it was all happening, wishing it was her.

“About me,” She sighed looking down voice so small.

“I care about you.”

She looked up at him with a frown. She sighed frustrated being able to hold her tears anymore as a few slipped down her cheeks, “No you don’t. If you did you wouldn’t have kissed her.”

She turned around quickly opening her car door and getting in. Rafe got what he wanted, to hear her say it. But maybe he fucked up so bad he can’t fix it. He steps back as her car starts and watches her drive away.

She can barely see between her tears as she drives home. She felt dumb. She felt like he was using her to make his ego bigger. Why did he have to ruin it? The one person who kept her tied to where she is had betrayed her the most. She knew he didn’t owe her any loyalty but she couldn’t help the way she felt.

I picked the petals, he loves me not

Something different bloomed

Writing in my room

spring

Three and a half months.

It’d been three and a half months of Rafe and her not talking.

After she left the party she promised herself she would never speak to him again. He hurt her and she couldn’t believe she’d let it happen. Feeling dumb for feeling the way she does towards him. How could she have let herself fall for him so much?

He had called and texted her relentlessly at first. Even tried to go up to her in school but she’d quickly turn and walk away from him. After a month of trying to get her to talk to him he gave up. He fucked it up more than he thought. Rafe gave her the space she wanted but he’d always be there in the background if she needs him.

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t take him always looking at her with those eyes. Couldn’t take all the time she was spending alone. She thought she liked being alone and spending time alone but she also liked all the time she spent with him. He made her feel so care free and light. The anxiety that was constantly bubbling in her stomach would diminish around him because she didn’t have to pretend to be someone she’s not.

But enough was enough.

Ever since middle school she had kept a diary. A few stacks of books tucked away in the back of her closet hid her deepest feelings and every detail about her life. The current one she had been filling was almost full and the last quarter of the notebook was all Rafe. Well to be honest he was in all of them, and not in a weird way. He was just always there, they were always together.

But now that they didn’t spend time together her pages consisted of rants of her boring school days and writing different scenarios she had wished happened that night instead of what did. She had ranted about how he made her feel and how she felt seeing him on some other girl. A girl that wasn’t her. It should have been her.

After everything they had done together how could he not see her in the way she sees him? Maybe he did live up to his cold hearted reputation. Even though he had never done anything wrong before. She actually can’t remember the last time she saw him hook up with anyone. Not since the beginning of junior year and back then he was fully in his coke addiction. She remembers that night like it was yesterday.

They had become friends around that time the year before. Summer before sophomore year they met at midsummers when she caught him and his friends in the storage closet drinking from a bottle of vodka. Y/n told them she wouldn’t say anything if they let her have some. Rafe immediately liked her, she knew what she wanted and she got it.

Now it was a year later and he can feel her eyes on him as he kissed some rich touron. He was high out of his mind and he just wanted to make y/n jealous. But it didn’t work, the look he had caught from her as he trailed behind the redhead he just met was one more of disappointment. He felt his heart clench at the feeling. After that night he decided to get clean and stop the hard drugs because he hated that look.

She couldn’t take it anymore, keeping all of her feelings on sheets of paper. She needed to find him and yell at or just do something. He has confused her for years now and she was sick of it. Especially now that Rafe and her were closer than ever. All her pent of feelings seeped through as she sighed exasperatedly, putting her pen that had been furiously writing down. Slamming it on the desk as she harshly pushed herself up from her desk.

With anger she had stormed out of the house and driven to his. Her sneakers stomping on the ground as she marched towards him. Every one of their memories together flashing through her head.

She had spotted him on the dock and was b lining towards him. Rafe’s head turned as he heard her stomping towards him. His stomach flipped when his eyes landed on y/n, he had really missed seeing her around. Especially at his house. He propped his sunglasses up on his head and hopped back onto the dock. He had been getting the boat ready for a solo boat day to clear his head.

“Y/n?” He asked in disbelief.

“You!” She pointed at him and stopping once her finger was poking his chest, “Why are you the way you are!” Her finger jabbing into his chest with every word.

He watched as her chest rose and fell quickly. He had never really seen her mad before, something he always admired. But now seeing her with furrowed brows and steam practically coming out of her ears, he kind of liked it. Rafe knows he shouldn’t be thinking about how cute she looks and instead be getting on his knees begging for forgiveness.

He had really missed seeing her up close. Missed how dark her lashes were and how glossy her plump lips always were. He counted all her freckles to make sure she didn’t get any new ones while they were away from each other. Her hair was in a style he hadn’t seen on her before.

“Well hi to you too,” He smirked. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help use the charm he knew she loved.

She placed her palms on his chest and shoved him, barely making him move. Y/n began ranting, “For the last fucking four years you have been my best friend and you’ve been so confusing! Everything was fine at first but-but then you were always there for me whenever. And you always fucking listened to me. And you’re so funny. I started to feel different and then I saw you at that fucking party,” She glared at him, the image of him on that girl making her nauseous, “And then you changed. You don’t hook up with anyone and you don’t leave my side at parties,” she laughed sarcastically, “You even fucking call me babe sometimes. So I though oh maybe he feels different too then again I saw you on some fucking girl. And you chase after me so Rafe what the fuck do you want from me? Has this all just been bullshit to you? Am I just some fucking girl you get to flirt with to get your weird little fix until you find someone you actually want to be with?”

He rolled his eyes almost offended, “You know you’re not just some girl.”

She scoffed with wide eyes, “That’s all you took away from that. What else am I supposed to think? You make me feel special for years and I just wait and wait. Then when I think things are finally happening you go and kiss some girl.”

“Y/n-“

“Who fucking knows what would have happened if I hadn’t walked in.”

“Can I-“

“I know you would have fucked her and then came home to me to talk about your problems like I’m some wife in the 50s.”

“You-“

“You kill me Rafe.”

“Stop!” He practically shouted as he placed his hands on her shoulders. She closed her mouth and stared at him intensely.

“I was afraid you didn’t feel the same so I kept my feelings down. I’ve liked you since the moment I met you. But I was fucked up then so I didn’t act like it until I saw how much I hurt you. I changed for you and-and then I just got scared. You are someone so beyond me, you are like the nicest smartest most beautiful person. Why the fuck would you want me?” He laughed like it was obvious, “And we’re such good friends it was terrifying to think about how if I fucked it up I wouldn’t have you at all. No one’s ever actually tried to get to know me the way you have. And then I did fuck it up again,” he sighed scratching the back of his neck, “I shouldn’t have let her kiss me that night. I should have found you and told you what I’ve been feeling since I met you. That I love you so much it actually hurts. And it’s hurt me knowing I made you upset.”

“Rafe,” She sighed as her eyes softened. This was not going at all how she expected things to go.

“I get I fucked it up, so if you still never want to see me again that’s fine. But please give me a chance,” He was actually contemplating getting on his knees to beg.

“You’re such a big dumby. You’ve always had a chance. You mean so much to me. Rafe the only reason I haven’t applied to out of state schools is because I want to be with you. Even if it was just as friends,” She sighed feeling like a weight had been lifter off of her shoulders. A part of her still wanted to punch him.

He took a step closer lifting his hand and softly brushing his fingers across her cheek as he cupped her face, “Will you please go out with me? Because I am so in love with you.”

She leaned up towards him. Their noses now brushing, “I love you,”

He smiled as he pulled her towards him, their lips meeting. The kiss felt like every taylor swift love song playing at once. All the yearning felt worth it in that moments. Their lips moved against each other languidly, like they’ve always been doing this. Rafe’s hands moved to her waist, gripping in all the right places.

Y/n’s hand ran through his hair tugging when his hands reached lower giving her butt a squeeze.Rafe melted at her soft sighs and quiet moans as he trailed kisses down to her neck. Kissing behind her ear. He kissed her cheek as he faced her again. Her hazy eyes and swollen lips made his blood flow to a certain lower part of his body.

“Rafe, this doesn’t mean I’m not still kinda mad at you. You have a lot of making up to do,” She smiled innocently at him.

“Baby I’ll give you whatever you want. In fact, let’s go shopping now for our date tonight,” He kissed her one more time before moving to hold her hand dragging her towards his car.

She laughed as she trailed behind him knowing that one shopping trip wasn’t going to make it better. He owed her big time.

“It also doesn’t mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend because you haven’t asked me,” She smiled smugly at him as he opened the door to his truck for her.

“I guess I have my work cut out for me then,” He said leaning against the frame of door once she had sat down.

“you do.”

He leaned up and kissed her softly, “Anything for you baby.”

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mamirhodessxox · 9 days

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Request for Cody 💜

Cody is on the road a lot and a workaholic, to the point he neglects his wife in a way. He misses date nights, family dinners and a birthday party to the point reader files for divorce. Cody then tries to get his family back. ( 3 year old son Silas , 9 month old daughter Brielle )

Before You Leave Me

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Desc: Cody has seemed to be more focused in his work life than his own personal home life which leaves Y/N in a conflicted decision that he refuses to accept.

Contents: Angst, Fluff, Mentions of divorce, light false accusations of cheating , use of foul language, arguing, Happy endings :)

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Being married to Cody was not easy, especially if you were head over heels for the man, You thought that if he settled down, had children, etc, he would be less of a workaholic but boy were you wrong. He was on the road 24/7 You & the kids barely got to see him, You both were parents of 2, a 3 year old son named Silas & your new 9 month old daughter Brielle, He missed out on a lot within MONTHS.

Cody was a man who brought food on the table, he was man of the house but because of his absence it was leaving your song with many questions such as “Why didn’t daddy come to my birthday party?” Or “Why wasn’t daddy here for Christmas?” These were questions you had no idea how to answer to the poor kid other than “Daddy was busy” which was a bullshit answer, He should never be too busy to miss out on his sons 2nd birthday but once the 3rd birthday hit you were sick of it and his false promises. This made you order divorce papers before the birthday as a just incase moment if he didn’t show up to his sons party within a few weeks.

2 weeks prior to Silas’ 3rd birthday you two had argued over work and by the end of that shit show he promised with his entire soul he would be there for his sons 3rd birthday, but ultimately he couldn’t make it because of his schedule. This was becoming a regular habit almost every year, Cody missed out on your guys’ dates, holidays, birthday’s & anniversary..but this was the final straw.

It was the day of your son’s birthday and you waited in the backyard watching your toddler run around with his friends while other parents attempted asking you on where your husband was. You held Brielle in your arms checking your phone every few hours but got no updates from Cody.

And then night time struck. You set Brielle in her crib and pranced into your son’s room to tuck him in bed “Mommy?” You heard the 3 year old chirp out as he sat criss crossed in his bed with a moping expression “Yes sweetheart?” Silas frowned when you got to his level “Where’s daddy? He promised.” Your heart broke in half as your son asked where his father’s presence was, you shrugged and frowned before kissing the top of his head “Daddy got caught up in work sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he huffed and turned to his side once you finished tucking him in you had snuck into the bedroom that used to be shared with you & cody, you kneeled down to the height of your bedside table taking out the papers you had waiting for this very moment & began signing away what you possibly could on your side of the divorce & proceeded to walk downstairs with them and set them down on the kitchen counter next to the pen you had used consenting to the divorce.

around 2:30 in the morning you heard the door open & close in a quiet manner followed by a heavy sigh & luggage being set onto the ground which made you sit up from the couch, Cody looked over towards your direction and smiled lightly before taking notice at the irritated look on your face “You missed his party.” He heard you speak up and stop in his tracks before you stood up “Sweetheart there was problems with the bu-“ “You said that for our anniversary, his 2nd birthday, Christmas, Halloween, the excuse is getting outdated Cody.” He frowned and your words knowing you were right, “Well I’m here no-“ you shook your head while walking past your husband and booking it to the kitchen “I’m tired of this Cody. I love you & you know I do hut it kills me when our son is walking around with a hurt heart whenever he sees another child with a present father, he asks me almost 12 times a day where his daddy is or why didn’t you come to his birthday party. Hell he even requested to have a cake dedicated to yo-“ “Y/N I work like hell to put food on the table and keep a roof under your head!” You widened your eyes and glared “Quite honestly Cody I’d rather fucking starve to death if it meant my son & daughter’s father was present in their life! I’m sick of having all of the neighborhood moms gossiping about our marriage & I’m sick of you not being here for your kids & wife!.”

Cody frowned and tried approaching you but looked down at the counters for a split second and saw papers “What the hell is this?” You shrugged before rummaging through the fridge before pulling out a bottle of wine & pouring the red liquid into a glass “Divorce papers Cody. This marriage clearly isn’t working and I’d rather put it to an end now before it gets worse. You’re 4 steps away from having an affair with another woman with how far away you’ve been from your family so I’d rather prevent you betraying our marriage. I’m mainly doing it for the kid-“ “Y/N I would never cheat on you what the hell are you talking about?!”

You frowned setting down the glass & leaned against the counter behind you with crossed arms “You were nearly late when I gave birth to Brielle, You didn’t show up last Christmas or the Christmas before, You didn’t show up to your sons 3rd and 2nd birthday all for a fucking job that involves you getting punched everyday for a check. You forgot about our anniversary, I didn’t want to do this Cody but this marriage isn’t working, If I stayed any longer nothing would change, I have tried like hell to get you to be here for our family but your too focused on a paycheck then us.” You didn’t notice a tear roll down your face until it dropped onto your arm. Cody frowned & approached your carefully and shook his head “I’m not accepting those damn papers sweetheart, You know I won’t, I’m not leaving you or this fam-“ “You already have, You missed out on Brielle crawling for the first time, You missed out on your son joining the little leagues soccer team and getting a score, You even missed out on be finding out I was pregnant with Brielle Cody. How am I supposed to believe you when you haven’t been here to prove me anything?”

He shook his head and stepped closer towards you and tangled his fingers within your hair and wiped off your face with his free hand “Let me make it right sweetness, let me prove you wrong, I’ll do anything in my power to prevent this from happening, I’ll take time off, I’ll quit anything you want just say the word but goddamnit your not leaving me.” He crouched onto his knees in front of you and kissed your legs gently and gripped at the summer dress he gifted you that was hugging your body in the right ways, You’d never seen Cody beg on his knees before, especially for you to stay with him “Cody I want nothing from you, I don’t want child support from thi-“ “Y/N your not fucking divorcing me, I won’t allow it to happen & if you think for a millisecond in that beautiful goddamn brain of yours that I will then you are extremely mistaken.”

Your fingers ran through his hair as he stared up at you before kissing your stomach down your thigh to your leg before holding your hand and kissing the ring he placed on your dainty finger when you both were wedded. “Cody I can’t keep doing this anymore, You keep making false promises that I know I can no longer believe.” He frowned and gripped at your hips slightly while he shook his head non stop “Y/N I will never ever miss out on another holiday, anniversary, or birthday, it breaks me knowing you expect me to betray our marriage I will do anything in my power to prevent you from leaving me even if it means I quit my job baby.”

You frowned and thought about his words before hesitantly nodding your head which made his stand on his feet and holding your face in the palms of his hands “I promise I will never miss another important day ever again angel.” He mumbled before pulling her into a gentle kiss “I love you..” You muttered against his mouth before pulling away “I-I’m really sorry for pulling the whole divorce thing..” he shook his head and pulled you into a large hug “Don’t apologize sweetheart, I understand your frustrations & more than that but you also know by now that You’re not leaving me that easily” you smiled sadly against his shoulder and pull away while he gently grabbed ahold of your hand and placed a kiss on your wedding ring “Why don’t you go and get some rest alright? I’ll take control of everything tomorrow & I’ll empty out my schedule, go get some sleep alright?”

You held onto his hand and nodded hesitantly before pull away making your way upstairs to the bedroom you two would share, Cody stood in the kitchen & sighed running his hand down his jaw & glared over at the divorce papers before snatching them off of the counter & ripping them to shreds before dumping the pieces of paper in the trash before he went upstairs moments later.

The next morning you woke up to his side of the bed quite cold and empty which made you frown “Cody?” You tried calling out but you soon heard the giggles of Silas souring throughout downstairs which immediately pulled you into relief before climbing out of bed & making your way downstairs & seeing Cody serving a birthday breakfast to Silas which brought a warm smile on your face before approaching him “Morning sweetheart.” He hummed out before pushing a mug filled with coffee towards you which you took into your hands “Morning love” you walked past Silas who was eating the pancakes Cody made him & pressed a kiss into his head before doing the same with Brielle who was in a high chair.

You sat on the couch and looked over towards the kitchen once more & smiled to yourself as Cody kept to his word on being more present for you & the kids, You were immediately happy with the fact he fought for you to not go through with the divorce & ultimately proved his promises too you.

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demonicbaby666 · 3 months

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The Couch

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Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Supercorp

Genre: Fluff and eventual smut

Words: 4.3k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, Kara being an absolute cutie ig, fingering, oral sex, overstimulation (it's unintentional)

Summary: Just two friends casually sleeping together far too regularly on a worn-out couch. What could go wrong?

A/n: She’s not perfect, but it’s been a month and I desperately needed to get something out there! Promise to be more on my writing game. Also a big thank you to my wife @hotchscvm for being my beta reader and hyping me up <3

The first time was an accident. After too many potstickers (on Kara's part) and too many pages read from her spell book (on Lena's part), they'd ended up on the couch, dozing side by side. In retrospect, it was late, and while staying up to spend more time with each other sounded like a good idea, it probably would have been a better idea to host the impromptu feast at one of their apartments. But that is neither here nor there because the fact still remained: they'd always feel so at home with each other that falling asleep on concrete would probably come as easy as it would a plump mattress.

Sometime in the night, Lena had managed to topple over on her side, taking her best friend down with her, and either Kara was too exhausted to care or too sleepy to notice because the half-arsed excuse of a cuddle was taken in kind with one muscled arm slipping around a curved waist. Kara had never shied away from intimacy, especially with Lena, but as she groggily slung her arm around her best friend, happily snuggling into her fragrant neck, the beginnings of something very not platonic began tampering away in her chest. It all felt daunting, yet wonderfully and irrefutably natural.

Everything was all well and good for a while. They both slept better than they had in weeks. That was until a few hours later, when the sun had just started to peak over neighbouring spires, and the pair rose from their sleep to discover the true meaning of back pain. Of course, neither pointed out that if they had gone home rather than finished the duration of their uncomfortable slumber in each other's embrace, the agony would have been much more manageable. Still, once again, this was never mentioned. Instead, Lena took to teasing Kara about the drool drying at the corner of her mouth, and Kara's rebuttal was to mention the bird's nest atop Lena's head.

The second time was a week later when Kara returned from a nightly patrol to find Lena snoozing alone. The brunette had taken advantage of the couch's full length; her legs bent to accommodate the sparse leg room, and she had a cushion wedged under her head that had definitely seen better days. Other than that, Kara was reasonably convinced Lena seemed comfortable. Kara did try not to stare, but after minutes spent wandering about and trying to find something to do, and there definitely was bound to be something if she was actually looking as hard as she had convinced herself she was, Kara relented and returned to Lena.

She watched as the brunette's chest rhythmically rose and fell, how her mouth was slightly parted to allow tiny sighs to tumble out, and couldn't help but smile as her chest warmed at the sight of the way Lena had her arm flung over her forehead, hand flying over the side of the couch. It was a sign, Kara recognised, that meant Lena was, for once, having a rested sleep rather than the usual - broken and fragmentary. That was why she told herself she didn't wake her or risk it by flying her home. There was nothing selfish about it. In fact, she was being selfless by relishing the notion she was probably one of the very few people who got to see Lena that way - open and bare, not always on guard or the look for any sign of danger. Of course, Kara saw glimpses of it when they were together, but it was rare. So, getting to truly see Lena when she was so unguarded was remarkable in Kara's eyes.

It felt right when she walked over and knelt beside the roughspun fabric of the couch to get a closer look, like there was some injustice to picking out the details of such a pretty picture from afar that had been corrected. Now, if it had been anyone else, Kara would have worried her behaviour was bordering on creepy. Still, it was Lena, her Lena, and simply listening to that strong, steady heartbeat warmed Kara's chest. It quieted all the clattering and commotion of National City. The conversations, the arguments, the music, the car engines, everything fell silent to Lena's familiar heartbeat, and Kara would be damned to ever apologise for finding calm in that, so she continued to watch. That, she could admit, was selfish.

As much as sleep may dull one's senses, Lena was becoming keenly aware she wasn't alone. Usually, her first instinct would be to fight, but when she blinked her eyes open and was met with the human version of a golden retriever, she couldn't help but smile sleepily.

"Hi," Kara whispered, placing both knuckles under her chin and continuing to stare with childlike wonder sparkling in her eyes.

"Hi," Lena replied weakly. Only she found she was not weak from sleep or the dull ache in her cramped legs. She was weak from the way Kara was staring. It made her feel naked and exposed like she was on trial for the crime of being known and still loved. She saw it in those blue eyes - pure adoration and devotion, and it terrified her how Kara could look at her like that when she'd seen her at her worst, when she'd hurt Kara in unforgivable ways and carried the same genes as people who damn near wanted her dead.

She was weak for losing herself in the blue whirls of her best friend's eyes, the golden flecks that circled her pupils - yet another thing that made her seem unreal. Her fingers twitched as she mentally traced the little scar by Kara's left eyebrow, wanting desperately to reach out and feel the mark of a distant memory from Krypton. Lena thought better of it, knowing the intimacy of the act would mean stepping into dangerous territory. Instead, she shuffled to the side, cramming herself against the back of the couch and extending a silent invitation, one Kara understood immediately, and if her joyous smile was anything to go by, she was more than happy to accept.

Kara lay flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to think of how good it felt to have the warmth of Lena's body so close. After a few minutes in her log-like position, she cautiously raised an arm in question. The proximity between them was nil, so what was the damage in being a little closer? Her bravery was instantly rewarded with a weight falling on her chest and a slim finger tracing the raised fabric along her chest. And as many a time before, everything around her, except Lena, ceased to exist, and Kara found herself lulled by the steady thrum of a familiar heartbeat.

The third time, Kara told herself, it was completely and utterly necessary. Suppose she didn't comfort Lena when she felt like utter shit. It would quite literally be the end of the world. She was sure of it. Solely because of that, Kara hunted the brunette down, finding her in a dimly lit room, a set of fresh tears trickling slowly down her cheeks. A series of angry lines marked Lena's blanched cheeks rouge, the colour of heartbreaking remembrance. There was a distinct look in her eyes, resembling a wounded pup. Only Lena had never been helpless like one. She'd been alone the majority of her adult life, fighting. And she'd come out the other end stronger for it; that was undeniable, but what would always remain were the chronic wounds of her hardships.

Kara remained in the doorway, unsure her presence would be welcome. The more she saw, the heavier her chest felt. The details were the worst: the way Lena clasped her hands so tightly together, yet they still shook, the glossed-over sheen to her eyes, the way her jaw shook with each silent cry, and most of all, the raw hiccups that only Kara could pick up, wearing away at Lena's throat every time she tried to keep herself quiet.

Clearing her throat, Kara lightly padded over. The brunette's mind was so far away that by the time Kara was crouching down and delicately separating her woven hands, taking each within her own, she'd just about registered that she was no longer alone looking with puffy eyes. Kara tried to offer a sympathetic smile, but it was excruciatingly painful when the woman she adored radiated so much pain she felt within herself, too. She was helplessly searching her mind for something to say, anything that could encompass what Lena was feeling or take it all away, but she knew nothing in her vocabulary could.

Kara got to her feet, taking Lena with her. There was no complaint. Lena simply complied, no energy left in her to fight, no reason to fight someone wholly trusted. She let herself be taken from one room and led into another, her mind turned off and tuned only to how soft the hand guiding her forward felt - how it was already calming her racing pulse.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kara asked, sitting down on the far side of the couch, encouraging Lena to join her by keeping their hands clasped. Lena followed willingly, though she kept quiet, staring at the margin between the couch cushions, each frayed piece of string taking her interest individually.

Kara gave Lena a once over, this time honing into every detail as quickly as possible so Lena didn't feel uncomfortable. She noticed a handful of things: the shine to Lena's hair was no longer there, and her perfume was only vaguely present, but what Kara saw first was the darkened ring under Lena's swollen eyes, and that's when she gathered what had been happening.

"It's the nightmares again, isn't it?" Kara quietly asked, squeezing Lena's hand once, twice, and holding tight to show this was in no way an invasion of privacy but a rope for the brunette to take so Kara could help pull her out of the pit she'd fallen into. A tiny whimper confirmed her guess, and that's when Kara took action. She ignored Lena's creased brow when she untangled their hands, scootched closer, looped her arms around Lena's waist and hauled her onto her lap. It was a risky move, given that this was most definitely not the most platonic position. However, any fear and regret instantly faded when she heard a sigh and felt Lena's head nestle into her neck. She held her tight and let Lena take whatever she needed from the embrace. Gently, Kara used one hand to brush through chestnut hair, keeping one hand around a slim waist. Emboldened by Lena's willingness, Kara lowered her head, turned it to the side, and kissed her barely visible cheek.

"Can we stay here tonight?" Lena finally whispered, and Kara's whole body responded in kind, buzzing in anticipation.

"Of course," she replied into the silky softness of Lena's hair. She breathed in, knowing before the exact scents that would coax their way through her airways, only to erupt into a swarming storm in her stomach - herbal shampoo complemented by nodes of bittersweet honey tea, the kind you'd drink when trees began to lose their leaves and your body hadn't yet adjusted to the drop in temperature. "Whatever you need, Lee, I'll do it."

"You, Kara Zor-el, are my hero, not Supergirl, you," Lena pulled back to confess, her worn-out eyes glinting in low light as she stared intently, watching Kara's eyes gaze right back. They stayed staring for seconds, a minute; neither knew. They simply accepted that it didn't feel wrong, it didn't feel awkward, it felt safe and warm, like coming back home after a trainwreck of a day or seeing the sun finally peak from behind the rainclouds.

Finally, Lena ducked back down and allowed herself to let go, wetting Kara's neck with a fresh set of tears.

After that, it became a weekly occurrence, then bi-weekly, tri-weekly and well, then they didn't bother trying to count how many times a week they found excuses to fall asleep in each other's arms. The couch grew new additions that no one mentioned but thoroughly enjoyed: a luxuriously soft blanket folded neatly over the side, a kitschy cushion from Kara's apartment and new upholstery. Neither spoke of their shared nights, not even with each other. It became taboo, a dirty secret between two willing participants. They both knew that, for one reason or another, they were crossing boundaries, leading them into dangerous territory. However, not acknowledging it seemed enough to fend off the intrusive thoughts.

After a particularly long day at the tower, Kara and Lena found themselves in the same place they had always wound up in when everyone had left. Their limbs entangled, and their bodies so close Lena was essentially lying atop Kara, with her head comfortably nestled on the blonde's chest. Usually, the pair would find sleep quickly enough, but something was different that night. Sleep didn't come so easy, with the day's events weighing heavy.

"What are you thinking about," Kara asked, breaking the comfortable quietude.

Lena didn't have to think twice before answering, "How I never want to lose you."

There were a few bouts of silence. Kara let Lena's words sink in before speaking again, "What do you mean?"

"Every day, you go out and protect the people of this world, even if it means risking your own life." Lena mindlessly played with the collar of Kara's sweater, trying to casualise the severity of what she was saying. Kara could sense the tension brewing in Lena and began to draw soothing circles up and down her back.

"It's who I am, Lee. My powers mean I can help people; it's my duty to do so," Kara sighed, pressing her lips to Lena's head.

"I know. But I just worry I won't see you fly back through the tower doors, that I won't be able to do enough to help you, and I'll lose the only person that's ever seemed to," she paused, the l word anxiously sitting on her tongue. "That I'll lose the one person who has always stood by me. It's selfish, I know."

A tidal wave of emotions washed over Kara. She stayed motionless for at least a minute, processing all Lena had said, and failed to say.

"Lena, look at me," she ordered.

They were both helplessly reminding themselves that this is what friends do: they're allowed to cuddle, they're allowed to fall asleep together, and they're allowed to feel like they complete each other in a way no one else probably could. The pure definition of slumber parties is deep conversations where confessions are made, so of course, this is all normal and strictly platonic and nothing more. Except when their eyes met, the look they shot at one another was anything but friendly. It was desperate and demanding, taking all the oxygen out of the room and leaving them breathless. Kara could hear Lena's heartbeat, frantic, from anticipation, excitement, or fear, she didn't know.

"I will never leave you. I'm not going anywhere."

"You can't promise me that."

Kara cupped Lena's cheeks in her palms, gently holding her still, "You're right, I can't, but I can promise that I will always fight to come back home to the people I love– to come back to you." Her eyes flickered between Lena's eyes and lips. "I love you, Lena."

"You don't have to say that," Lena choked out.

"I meant it," she stated in a hushed voice, eyes firmly planted on soft lips. "Lena, come here."

"Kara," Lena pleaded in a weak whisper, battling the fuzzy feeling that was stirring beneath her fingertips. Lena could scarcely breathe, her throat constricting with each passing second because Kara was looking at her the same way she always did, and she was so very weak to stop herself from looking back and letting the air be stolen from her lungs. Kara pulled her closer until their lips were a hair's width away, and then she chose to wait. Her intentions were clear, but she knew it had to be Lena who would make the final move. And she did. Lena closed the minimal space between their lips, ignoring the rapid pace of her thudding heart. As expected, Kara's lips were perfect, acceptant to let Lena take the lead and demanding nothing in return.

Soon enough, both got lost in the delicacy of a slow makeup session. Kara made a great effort to reign in her zeal, only encouraging Lena with a slide of her hands down to a supple waist and aiding the brunette atop her when she heard no protest. The two found themselves upright, Lena's knees cocooning Kara's hips, their core pressed against one another enough to raise their body temperatures. With the slide of the super's tongue along a plump lip and the compliant opening of the brunette's mouth, their slow and tempered kiss tilted more towards eager and desperate. Kara had scarcely noticed her hands sliding down to grip Lena's ass. She wholly gave herself to instinct and desire, guiding Lena back and forth in a grinding motion.

"Kara," Lena moaned, throwing her head back and struggling to hold herself still when Kara instantly went to suckle at her neck. "Not here. Take me home."

The blonde didn't need to be told twice; she hauled herself up, taking Lena with her, and allowed the other woman's feet to briefly touch the ground before she picked her up bridal style and shot out the balcony doors. The city was bursting with life. Laughter echoed off every surface and bounced up into the night sky. The noise sought to pollute Kara's senses, yet the blonde didn't even have to try to fight off the background noise because all she was focused on was Lena's smile, and her residing bouts of childlike laughter. It was perfection - holding Lena close, feeling her body heat against the crisp evening wind.

All the withheld desire flooded their senses the moment they landed on Lena's balcony. Kara burst into the apartment, brain muddled with the ghostly feel of velvety lips all over her throat. She used her super speed to whisk them to the bedroom, gently placing Lena down and climbing atop her.

"Hi," Lena whispered, searching Kara's eyes for regret or hesitation.

"Hi." The super leaned down and pressed a small kiss to Lena's lips before pushing herself back up to hover and smile, ridding her best friend of any doubt.

"Can I?" Lena asked, her hands under Kara's sweater, bunching the material between her palms.

"Yes." But Kara didn't appear to have the patience for Lena's gentle touch as she yanked the offending garment over her head and ducked right back down to Lena's neck, lowering her lips to the birthmark that always looked so darn kissable and did just that.

They set their tasks to removing articles of clothing, revealing more and more of themselves to each other, taking turns to stare awestruck before returning to the matter at hand. Kara took her sweet time unclasping Lena's bra if only to charge to the impending reveal she'd been waiting years for.

"Beautiful," Kara whispered, eyes fixed on Lena. "You're perfect."

She didn't let the brunette get a word in, not that Lena stood a chance when lips had already surrounded her pert nipple and a tongue darted out to move in tight circles. Kara was ravenous. She moved from breast to breast at lightning speed, giving each the full treatment until Lena was mewling and cantering her hips. It was when she felt the slickness of need touch her stomach that Kara ventured south. With each methodical kiss, Kara shuffled lower and lower, finally arriving and comfortably settling herself between creamy thighs.

Contrary to Kara's expectations, Lena was not fighting to be in charge. She allowed Kara to play around and find what got the most promising reactions. However, it seemed to be less trial and error and more constantly hitting the nail on the head because after what must have only been half a minute, Lena was practically writhing, and Kara was all but lost in the rich, sharp tastes coating her tongue. She'd found her pace and her pattern, starting with slow, pointed licks to Lena's clit, occasionally running the stiff muscle down to drive into her sopping cunt before moving back up and taking the bundle of nerves into her mouth and lathering it with the flat of her tongue. Kara kept this up, falling in love with all the ways Lena would respond: her low-pitched moans, her bucking hips, the way her thighs would clamp around Kara’s head when she used the heel of her foot to urge the blonde closer. It was heaven, and Kara never wanted it to end.

She was vaguely aware Lena was reaching her peak, the hand in her hair tightening, fingers coiling locks of hair in a firm grip. It spurred her on. Kara only moved faster, messily lapping up every inch of Lena's pussy until the brunette sprung up from the bed and let out a cry. Kara was greedy, though; she slowed down, gently lapping up the mess left behind, only to devour Lena all over again. From the moment Kara heard the sounds Lena unleashed when she entered her with two fingers, she was a goner. All she knew was Lena's sweaty body, her accelerated heartbeat, the clamping around her fingers and the harmonious cries of pleasure. She kept going and going. Harder. Faster.

"Kara," Lena whimpered, her breathing heavily laboured and her heart pounding. She used her grip on Kara's hair to pry her away. "You've got to stop."

"Are you okay?" Kara reeled back to ask. She scanned Lena once over, fear evident in her eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

"No! No, of course not. You just made me cum four times in a row, darling. I think I may pass out if you keep going." Lena seemed dazed but happily so as she stared down lovingly at Kara. She used her remaining strength to guide the blonde back up and capture her lips in an appreciative kiss, moaning at the taste of herself on her best friend's tongue.

Lena bided her time. She waited to regain a steady heartbeat before she refocused her attention on the pressing matter that was the slick mess gathering on her thigh. Kara had - clearly - already begun working herself up. Whether or not the needy grinding was intentional, Lena didn't know, but she knew she wanted to be the one to give Kara her release, not have the blonde get off on her thigh. She guided Kara back and forth till she deemed her sufficiently distracted, and only then did she turn the tables, flipping the super on her back with surprising strength.

"My turn," Lena devilishly smirked.

She effortlessly slid three fingers into Kara and began thrusting in and out with reckless abandon. The blonde had no chance. Her head crashed back into soft pillows, her body burst to life, and her skin birthed a litany of pebbly goosebumps. It was like nothing she'd experienced before. Unlike previous times, this felt like it was finally for her. Kara didn't have to fake the appreciative sounds coming from her mouth. She didn't have to direct Lena on what to do. She was free to lie back and take all that was given. And Lena was more than happy to provide.

The brunette had her lips glued to Kara's neck, adamant about marking her impenetrable skin, and though she may have been failing miserably, there was no mistaking Kara's moans for anything but satisfaction. So she kept going. With her mission still in sight, Lena eased herself down on her elbow, alleviating some of the pressure from her hand and placed her thumb over Kara's clit. The position was awkward, but Lena did her best to trace figures of eight over and around Kara's sensitive bud - knowing she immensely enjoyed the action herself - and was rewarded instantly when she felt Kara's body tense up and shake.

"Lena," Kara moaned. Her hands were wound in the bedsheets, knuckles blanched from the force of her grip. She sounded so desperate, so fragile, that Lena had to bite her tongue to stop herself from moaning.

"I know," Lena replied, rising back on her palm to gaze at Kara's sheer beauty in this delirious state. She delicately brushed stray hairs off Kara's face, staring deep into her eyes, and ever so slightly smiled. "Let go, baby."

~~~

"You're staring," Lena sighed, turning over and using her palms to rub sleep from her eyes. She’d expected some sort of embarrassment to tint Kara's face. Instead, she was met with a cheeky smile and a raised eyebrow.

"I know," Kara said in a sure voice, her gaze unmoving, and suddenly, Lena felt like she was on fire all over again. The vivid events of the previous evening, still very fresh in her mind, were of no help.

"Oh." Her cheeks were burning, and there was no doubt with her pale skin Kara could see. So Lena did what she could; she hid her face in Kara's side. "If you maybe wanted to stop, I wouldn't be opposed."

She vaguely heard Kara's laugh, but she'd become one with the small between the blonde's side and her forearm that everything was muffled. That was rectified when she was swiftly slumped onto her back, and whisps of golden hair tickled her cheeks from above.

"I don't want to stop," Kara whispered. Innocence slowly vanished from the back-and-forth gaze, replaced with dark curiosity and dangerous intent. Soon, Lena found herself incapable of not glancing at Kara's pillowy lips that seemed to be inching closer. "Roa, I never want to stop staring at you."

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Hi, I loved your glory based enha fic so much! Please do a part 2 or sequel of it? I want to see why they bully and kiss the mc at same time. Maybe you can make it yandere since you mentioned that it was not?

Honestly I'm new to your blog but love your work so much!

I've gotten many requests like this, so I decided to make a mini series out of it, technically it's my first series to finish so lower ur expectations everyone lol. Thank you so much for reading and supporting my work, welcome & love u !! <3

dc list (all the ppl that requested a pt.2) - @ceeesxy-blog, @roses-and-blue-perennial-salvia, @/anons special thanks to @muminpopz, for giving me the idea to introduce a second character !!

to clarify - my last part was still yandere, that's why they wanted to kiss her, I think I wrote that in my last fic bc it wasn't really mentioned much.

note; I haven't planned the plot 100% so voting will probably be a big part of deciding what happens next, only the first ones to read (24hrs) get to vote but u can still leave your opinions in the comments <3

this is a bit long, I apologize in advance, I am determined to give this an ending now lol

wc; 4.4k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

featuring; yeonjun & soobin (txt)

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, severe bullying, the glory inspired, scars, mentions of forced kissing, mentions of drinking and smoking, trauma, swearing

pt.1

Enhypen - the glory (PT.2)

The irritating fluorescent lights flickering above made you scrunch your nose and turn on your side. Those damn hospital lights reminded you of those moments you'd spent there a couple of years ago, when your mom needed treatment for her illness. They felt eerie, almost like a weakening heartbeat flickering back at you while you stared at them.

Now here you were, back at the hospital again. Your dad had accidentally spotted the burns, poking out from under your shirt as you raised your arms above your head to put something on a shelf. Wishing you'd been more careful was useless now as you looked at the sleeping form of your dad slumped over the dreary hospital bed.

Your bullies had no idea you were in the hospital, but surely they'd be notified soon enough. There was no way your dad would let this thing go after seeing how badly they left you. He had dried tears on his hollow cheeks that made your heart twist painfully in guilt.

Although it wasn't your fault at all, you didn't want to be a burden to him. He already worked more than his body could handle, constantly stressed with the increasing workload his company gave him.

'' Miss, y/n? ''

You sat up straight at the sound of a nurse. She approached your bed with a sympathetic smile on her face, and you felt bad for her too. She looked young, too young - had you scarred her as well with your injuries? They weren't very nice to look at after all.

'' Yes? '' you whispered, eyes fleeting briefly to your dad sleeping to let the nurse know not to wake him up.

'' We've administered some soothing cream and medicine in case the pain gets too unbearable. If you wish, you may go home now. ''

You nodded. '' Thank you. ''

You reached out your hand and gently pat your dad. He grunted and slowly got up, stretching his sore neck as he slowly started waking up. He looked at you questioningly instead of asking what was wrong.

'' They said I could go home. ''

He sighed, maybe a bit louder than he had intended to because a look of regret flashed across his face, hurriedly he assured you, '' I wasn't worried about the bills, honey. ''

You knew he was but you didn't say anything. The promise of your warm, comfortable bed waiting at home was enough for you to stay quiet, even during the whole ride home.

Hearing the additional quiet sighs of your exhausted dad behind you when you hurried to your bedroom, made another pang of guilt hit you. But this time you ignored it too - another more important thought was filling up your mind now.

What would happen at school tomorrow?

You slipped under the heated covers and as a result of the long day, you fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

*******

You were one of the earliest students to arrive this time. Taking your designated spot at the back of the class, your head naturally fell into your arms as you yawned off the morning grogginess.

Before you left that morning, your dad had given you a smile and told you that, ' If those punks give you trouble again, call me '. But he had said so while balancing both his files and a cup of nearly spilled coffee, along with a laptop tucked under his arm. You'd seen him for maybe a few minutes before he disappeared off to work again.

You smiled a bit melancholically, knowing that if trouble did arise you wouldn't call him. Hopefully you wouldn't have a reason to do so anyway; maybe they'd be more gentle with you since they gave you such a harsh punishment last time.

The bell rang, startling you and making you raise your head. The class was pretty much full now. By instinct your eyes dart to where they always sat. Surprisingly, they were all in their seats but didn't seem to be paying you too much attention.

A few of them looked sleepy, slumped over their desks like you had been just a minute ago. The others had dark circles under their eyes and stared blankly towards the blackboard.

Rough night? They almost looked like they'd been out partying. You scoffed. It wouldn't shock you if they had; they sometimes smelled of smoke as they'd kiss you in the gym, so you wouldn't put it past them to drink during a school night too.

'' Good morning, class! '' the teacher's cheerful voice cut through the room.

The tired students responded back but in a much less bright tone.

'' We have a new student today. A transfer from Ansan. ''

The murmur from the usual chatty students stopped, and it became dead quiet. Just then the classroom door slid open and a tall, very good-looking guy crouched to get in.

'' This is Soobin, please introduce yourself. '' the teacher smiled.

'' Hi everyone, I'm Soobin. Nice to meet you. '' he said solemnly.

He sounded a bit shy and he didn't keep eye-contact with the students for long, eyes dashing anxiously from person to person while he clasped his hands together.

When his eyes landed on you, you smiled politely. Based on first impressions alone, it was clear as day to anyone that this guy didn't seem like a bully, so you wanted to be nice to him.

It's not easy being new, you knew that very well when you had to transfer during the second part of the first year. Back then, there weren't any people like you that would want to take care of the newcomer, like you wanted to take care of Soobin - and that's how you became their target. You couldn't let that happen to this guy.

'' You can take the seat next to y/n, that one in the back. '' you heard the teacher say.

You smiled again, that would certainly make things a bit easier as he would be sitting closer to you than your bullies. The part where you actually had to try to become friends was harder. You couldn't remember the last time you had a friend.

Soobin cautiously walked over to his seat, keeping his eyes down the whole time. He looked even taller up close, and he barely fit in his seat which made you snort quietly to yourself.

The teacher turned her back and started writing on the board as the murmur returned again. You fiddled nervously with your fingers before finally turning your head to him, determination shining in your eyes.

He must've seen you do so in his peripheral vision because he looked at you too, his bunny-like eyes growing twice its size.

'' Hi, I'm y/n. ''

'' Yeah, she...uh said so. '' he gestured to the teacher and then seemed to cringe at himself.

You let out a light laugh, maybe you were both equally awkward.

'' I guess she did. '' you gave him a genuine smile, one that reached your eyes. It had been a long time since you'd smiled in that way.

'' I'm Soobin. '' he seemed to relax when he saw your smile, a small one played on his own lips as he observed you timidly.

'' I know, she said that. '' you teased back.

He chuckled and you thought you saw him blush before he turned to pick up his notebooks from his backpack. You did the same, starting to copy the material from the board.

'' Hey, is it- okay if I eat lunch with you later? I know it's a weird thing to ask, but I don't really have anyone. '' he quickly rambled after you had been taking notes for some time.

'' I mean, you don't have to say yes if you already have someone you're eating with I just thought I'd ask. ''

A shy pout formed on his lips, seemingly indicating that he felt that he had embarrassed himself again. But you found it cute.

'' No, that sounds perfect. I don't really have any friends either. '' you admitted.

'' Oh. ''

'' It's okay. '' you laughed.

And then the two of you continued studying, while the sweet promise of having someone to finally eat lunch with was circling inside your mind.

*******

When the bell rang, you quickly packed up your things and waited for Soobin outside. You were slightly scared that if you were one of the last ones to leave, then your bullies would catch you red-handed and see your newfound friendship, prompting them to do something to the new student.

Soobin looked happy walking by your side, completely oblivious to all the stares and whispers that followed the two of you. He was even humming something, moving his head slightly all the way through the queue in the cafeteria to the walk to your table.

You chose one that was out of sight from the entrance, just in case they'd eat today. They often didn't - being from snobby rich families and all, they were grossed out by the cafeteria food and would usually drive home during lunch or go out to a restaurant together.

Someone must've told them about you and Soobin however, because you suddenly heard the table next to you gasp and gossip.

'' Why are they eating here today? ''

One of the girls glanced towards you, and when the others noticed, they all looked at you. Soobin looked confused, he stopped midway with his mouth open and his chopsticks carrying the food dropped it clumsily.

They giggled at him. But you couldn't even find humour in something like that when you had a bad feeling in your stomach. They were probably right when they looked at you as the answer to their question.

But why? Why would this make them angry? What would they do to Soobin now?

'' Hey, y/n. ''

You raised your head cautiously, dreading to see them. The fact that they seemed so out of it during the lesson shouldn't have made you feel so confident that it meant they'd avoid you all day.

Jake was the one who stood slightly in front of the group, the others gave threatening glares to students that looked like they wanted to intervene, making them hurriedly scurry away.

'' Yes? '' you couldn't hide the irritation in your voice.

'' What do you think you're doing? '' Jake cocked an eyebrow and then his attention was caught Soobin who was peacefully eating.

Your bullies seemed to assess him from head to toe which made the poor new student look very uncomfortable, causing him to squirm in his seat and clear his throat.

'' Eating lunch? '' you snarkily respond and then attempt to go back to eating while ignoring them.

You heard a scoff.

'' Did we say you could do that? '' Jay sneered, looking down at you.

Your cheeks started heating up and you turned your head as it started to show. The whole thing being done in front of Soobin made it feel ten times worse. Had you now lost a potential friend because they wanted to embarrass you like this on his first day?

You were about to respond but were interrupted by them all abruptly moving to squeeze in next to you and Soobin. The two of you exchanged confused looks.

'' We just wanted to join, can we not do that? '' Sunghoon winks to the flustered new student, who nods hesitantly.

But your lack of answer didn't satisfy them. Heeseung who sat closest to you, rested his hand on your exposed thigh as his eyes held a non-spoken warning in them.

'' Of course. '' you respond flatly, earning a satisfied grin from him.

It felt like you were holding your breath all throughout that excruciatingly long lunch. They'd never eaten with you before and it became clear quite quickly that the reason they did so today wasn't because of you - but, because of Soobin.

All throughout, their focus was on him and not you. It made you feel uneasy, like they had something up their sleeves. The new student was asked questions enthusiastically, which he answered happily as he slowly got out of his shell more and more. But you noticed the looks and the smirks they shared when he wasn't looking. Problem was that any time you'd try to warn Soobin, that hand would return back to your thigh. Heeseung didn't need to say anything, you knew not to test it. Still you hoped you'd have the chance to warn him later.

The reason why was because the way they treated Soobin on his first day made you get a horrible sense of deja-vu. In an instant you were transported back in time to your very own first day.

*******

You overheard girls talking in the halls while waiting for the teacher outside the classroom; about some guy they had hooked up with.

'' Are you fucking stupid? '' one of the girls sudden aggressive outburst made you perk your ears up without meaning to.

You didn't exactly have anything else to occupy your bored mind with while waiting anyway, so you eavesdropped a little.

'' Lee Heeseung? You hooked up with the Lee Heeseung? ''

Shifting your weight and turning over while pressed against the wall, you tried to get a good look at the poor girl who seemed to have gotten taken advantage of.

'' He's a known fuckboy and player. '' the angry one continued.

The girl you assumed was the topic of conversation shrugged, but she had a slight sad frown on her face.

'' I thought that...maybe I could change him. ''

The two others girls erupted into shrill laughter. You couldn't help but feel some sympathy for her despite her bad decisions. The teacher interrupted just as you were about to ask them about the guy, so you could avoid him.

'' Y/n? Are you ready? ''

You grimaced and nodded, giving one last look at the girl before following the teacher into the classroom.

Immediately a small pang of panic hit you. It wasn't empty like you'd expected, in fact - pretty much every single chair was filled with a student.

'' Good morning, class! '' the teacher's cheerful voice brought you back to reality.

You just had to introduce yourself and then the danger was over. You could spend the rest of the day glued to your desk, not talking to anyone and when lunchtime would hit, the convenience store across the school was your best bet.

'' We have a new student today. A transfer from Seongnam. ''

'' This is y/n, please introduce yourself. ''

You looked at the teacher, slight panic evident in your eyes. Clearing your throat you stepped forward a few steps.

'' Hi everyone, I'm y/n. Nice to meet you. ''

Your anxiety slowly started dissapating when a few students answered back politely and you released a breath you didn't know you'd been holding in.

'' You can take the seat next to Heeseung, that one in the back. '' you heard the teacher say, she was gesturing towards the back right of the classroom where a bunch of guys were huddled over one table, too busy talking to register what the teacher had said.

You obediently walked over there and tried not to make a scene when you put your things on the chair that was closest to the table they were all gathered around.

To your dismay, the owner of the popular table had noticed you in the corner of his eye. He quickly waved everyone away and then focused his attention on you.

It was very hard to ignore.

'' Hey, sweetheart. ''

No matter how hard you fought back to not show any reaction, your face scowled at the sound of his nickname, earning an abrupt laugh from one of the boys.

You were sure this meant bad news for you, a guy like that wouldn't want to be humiliated in front of his whole friend-group, so you quickly gave him a sheepish smile.

'' Yes? ''

Your innocent tone made his eyes narrow as more of the boys laughed. The longer you kept eye-contact, the more you felt him openly glare with something you couldn't quite explain glinting in his brown gaze.

Before he could embarrass himself in front of his friends further, he stood up so suddenly that the chair underneath made a loud screeching noise. To you surprise, everyone minded their business which was very different from your last school where everyone was nosy and the sound would've immediately made people whip their heads around in curiosity.

He dragged the chair as close as he could to next to yours, so close that the material was slightly pushing into your bare thigh.

Your eyebrows knit together as you watched him sit down. It was way too close for your comfort; you could even smell his cologne and the fact that it was so obvious it was an expensive one made you immediately annoyed.

He leaned in now, being just a few inches above your ear and most likely shielding you from his friends.

'' Do you know who I am? ''

Your loud scoff for answer seemed to enrage him even more. His much larger hand found your wrist and easily trapped it in a painful grip.

'' No, sorry. '' you hurriedly answer, feeling a lot less brave now, your wrist was already starting to hurt.

'' I'm Heeseung, remember that. ''

In your scared state, your head seemed to move on its own, rapidly nodding obediently. A victorious smirk appeared on his face before he finally retreated, dragging the chair behind him back to the group.

You dreaded the sound of the bell ringing. Predicting that he'd be standing right outside the classroom waiting for you with his friends. It was a long shot, but you tried taking the other door.

'' Hee? ''

You gasped, bumping into a taller male's chest. When you backed away and looked up, you cursed under your breath - it was one of his friends.

It seemed that they had thought of the possibility of you attempting to flee. The thought made your cheeks turn red.

Heeseung joined his friends who'd been guarding the door you tried to escape out of. Looking down at you very arrogantly, as if he could read your face and your thoughts, knowing you were flustered.

'' Did you try to run away? '' he snickered, putting his hands in his pockets and tilting his head at you.

It had the effect you were sure he wanted, you felt mocked and avoided his eyes.

'' Sorry. ''

He hummed before you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist again.

'' Let's go. ''

You went with them without protesting. Although you feared where they were taking you, you feared speaking and potentially getting on their nerves because of it, way more.

They were quiet the whole way, which seemed to never end. You passed by many classrooms, the cafeteria and walked down the loneliest and darkest corridor; yet they only spoke when the ones in front of the group seemed to come to a halt in front of a double door.

'' Open it. '' you heard one of the ones behind you say.

The tallest of the group, who was in front, unlocked it instantly and the lock fell to the floor in a loud thump. He pushed it open all the way, revealing a very large gymnast hall.

'' Why did you take me here? ''

It had become quite clear very fast that these people weren't someone you should mess with, and they were pretty high up on the school's hierarchy judging by the way no one interfered; instead pretending like they didn't see you pass by.

You made a quick guess that whenever they needed something, like the perfect place to do something bad to someone without others hearing - they were given it in one way or another. Maybe some poor student had been forced to get the keys from the teacher just to satisfy them.

'' Go sit over there. ''

Your head follow the voice. It was a pretty tall guy who was undeniably very handsome, from his silver hair and defined eyebrows to his deep voice, everything about him was pretty attractive.

It made you wonder what he wanted with you.

You didn't ponder on that thought long however, moving in a haste again to make sure they didn't get angry. Jumping up on the plinth he had pointed at, you watched nervously as they all approached the stairs leading up to a stage that your back was facing.

Without them needing to tell you to, you automatically turned around just in time for them to form a half-mood around you. Trying to read their faces was very difficult as they all looked at Heeseung who was sitting straight across from you, staring right back.

'' Why did you take me here? '' you try to ask again.

'' Well...I- we like you '' he answered simply, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

'' What? '' you say dumbfoundedly.

'' I was trying to hit on you earlier, I don't know if you noticed. '' Heeseung bit down hard on his lip to stop himself from smiling.

'' But being nice didn't really work on you, did it? ''

'' We realised that with you, we need to use more extreme methods. '' a new voice said, one of the ones that hadn't said a word to you yet, who had strawberry blond hair and a soft voice.

'' Wh-What do you mean by that? '' your eyebrows knit together as your eyes darted anxiously between the two closest to you, being prepared to run if you had to.

'' I'm Sunghoon. '' the silver haired-boy said, ignoring your question.

'' I'm Jake. '' said the guy next to him.

Your gaze naturally averted to him. He looked like an innocent puppy, you wondered why he was friends with people like Heeseung. But when your eyes locked, he winked at you and you got your answer, face quickly turning into a grimace of disgust.

'' I'm Ni-ki. '' the tallest one said.

'' I'm Sunoo. '' the gentle one said, catching you off-guard when he flashed a big friendly grin.

'' Jungwon. '' the one closest to you on the other side said grumpily, not even bothering to look at you while saying it.

His red hair that seemed to be fading, was a perfect match to his personality, the whole time he looked like he was in a sour mood.

'' I'm Jay. '' the one furthest from you said.

He looked like a pretty scary guy, dark hair that was cut in a way that framed his sharp features.

'' That's everyone. Don't forget their names, okay? '' Heeseung spoke up last, tilting his head while smiling slightly at you.

Your voice didn't seem to work, you felt frozen in your spot, like you were glued to the plinth underneath you.

'' Can you not speak? ''

You saw anger flash across his face which only made your panic worse, but you couldn't get a single word out despite it, only a string of stutters and incomprehensible words left your mouth.

'' Do you want me to help you? ''

Not even registering that he had gotten up from his seat, you were taken by surprise when his rough hands grabbed either side of your face as his lips devoured you.

You tried to scream or turn your head so he couldn't have access to your mouth, but it was to no avail. Eventually your hands fell limp. All you could do was pray that it would end quickly, while your whines of protest were muffled by his hungry lips.

When he pulled away, he had a cocky smile on his face.

'' Get used to this. '' were his last words you heard before they left, forever engrained in your mind.

And that was how it started. No matter how much it happened, which was pretty much every other day after school at this point - it still didn't get easier, your clothes always got stained with tears. Their voices didn't help calm you down when you'd see the obvious desire in their eyes. They were like a hungry pack of wolves, just waiting for their turn with the prey

*******

The school bell rang after about half an hour, instantly snapping you out of your daydream. Your bullies said their goodbyes and then left, with one last look at you. But you shrugged it off and immediately leaned over the table to talk to Soobin.

'' Don't trust them, please! They might be all nice and sound like they actually want to be your friend but they're horrible bullies and- '' you hesitated before pulling up your sleeve to reveal the marks they'd left on you. '' They did this to me! Trust me...they're not good people. ''

Soobin's eyed widened in horror and his hand slightly twitched, as if he was either holding back the urge to clench his fist in anger, or resisting the urge to reach out and gently touch your wounds.

'' I'm sorry. '' was all he said after some time of silence.

You smiled a bit apologetically, pulling down the sleeve again. He seemed sweet and you didn't want to cause him distress for no reason, it just felt a lot more impactful if you showed him to make him believe you.

'' It's okay, I'm sure you didn't know. They're quite charming at first, that's how they get you. ''

'' I'm a bit offended that you thought I fell for it though. '' Soobin snickered.

'' What? ''

'' You think I believed all that bullshit, right after they spoke to you very passive-aggressively and basically shot daggers my way? ''

'' Uh...well, yeah? ''

He laughed heartily and stood up, you following as he threw the trash off his tray away.

'' That actually makes me feel a bit better. '' you mumblingly confess.

The pair of you walked together to class and spent the next few lessons and breaks together as well, surprisingly unbothered by your bullies this time since you were with someone for the first time in a long time.

At the end of the day when the bell rang, Soobin asked to hang out. He said he wanted to introduce you to his older brother and said he had something to talk about. You reluctantly agreed, but were on guard the whole taxi ride to his house since he was still a stranger.

His house was pretty big, located close to where the richest families in the country lived. He however claimed he wasn't rich; that it was his step-father that was pretty well off, but they didn't have a good relationship so he didn't spoil him.

'' Who are you? ''

You stared at the older male leaning against his desk. His eyes narrowed as they bore into you. Then they shifted to his younger brother who immediately straightened up.

'' It's my new friend, y/n. ''

'' Okay? ''

'' Yeonjun, please be a bit nicer. She needs our help. '' Soobin begged.

A puzzled expression overtook your face as you tugged on his sleeve.

'' What do you mean? ''

'' I will help you take them down. '' he said, a smirk slowly creeping up on his lips. '' Every, single one of them. ''

#yandere kpop #kpop yandere #yandere enha #yandere enhypen #enha x reader #kpop imagines #enha the glory

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hearts4keene · 4 months

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why don't you bring your girlfriend? // robby keene

materlist!!

summary: robby keene had always been cobra kai's top fighter. when kyler decides to throw a party, kenny and the others all bombard robby on why he doesn't bring his girlfriend to the party.

pairings: you and robby!!

warnings: pet names (baby), you're literally such cutie, fem prns, probably cringe, takes place end season 3 (except it doesn't really make timeline sense but for the sake of the one-shot bear with me), hawk and devon being cobra kai, it didn't not come out the way i wanted to so i might make another robby one-shot idk 🤷‍♀️

w/c: 1100

robby had been punching the dummy for what felt like hours. his knuckles hurt and had blisters all over them. nothing cobra kai's top fighter couldn't deal with, however. next to the brunette was tory. she had just finished nis sparing with kyler when she sat down to take a drink.

seeing everyone grabbing water, robby followed. he twisted the cap off of a plastic water bottle, flicking it into a corner to never be found again. robby wasn't one to chat during practice. he found it disrupting and the last thing he would want to do is upset silver or kreese. truth be told, the boy was terrified of his senseis.

"party at mine tonight. be there by 7 or i'll open the kegs without you guys." robby didn't have to look up from staring at his bloody knuckles to know who's voice it was. kyler's voice annoyed robby to no end. robby listened to the people who said they'd be there. tory spoke up. "keene, you going?"

robby shook his head. "can't make it." kyler's face went from being full of pride to slightly offended. "why not? you too good for your friends now?" kyler rolled his eyes. robby cocked an eyebrow, standing up and walking over to the group. "sorry man i told my girlfriend i'd come over after practice." tory looked surprised.

kenny's eyes widened. "wait, robby, you have a girlfriend? since when?" this was news to everyone. even though robby and y/n had been dating since before he was on the run last year, the two never told anyone. partly because they were both very private people and partly because y/n was scared of samantha larusso. "uh about a year and a half now." robby looked around the room, realizing his mistake.

"why don't you bring your girlfriend?" tory interrogated. it was a pretty solid idea. robby just didn't know if y/n was all that of a party person. it couldn't hurt to ask he supposed. "i'll ask her. but no promises we'll show." and with that, robby left to head over to his girlfriends.

robby softly knocked on y/n's front door, knowing she was home alone and he didn't want to scare her. y/n quickly opened the door. her face lit up when she saw that it was robby. she threw her arms around his neck, giving him the biggest hug she could.

"hey, baby, i have a huge question to ask." robby started. the two had been laying in y/n's bed for quite some time now. it was around 6, an hour before the party started. y/n hummed in response. robby sat up, subconsciously scooting y/n up so she was still laying on his legs. robby took a deep breath. "kylershavingapartytonightandimayhaveaccidentallyletitslipthatwe'vebeendatingforayearandnowtheywantmetobringyousoyoucanmeetthem." (kylers having a party tonight and i kinda let it slip that we've been dating for a year and now they want me to bring you so you can meet them)

y/n was taken back by how quickly he attempted to get that out. "sure, seems fun." y/n patted robby's leg reassuringly. "wait really?" robby pushed his hair back, a sign of relief escaping his legs. "really. it's been a year and i think it's time for me to meet them." y/n sat up, shrugging. "you're actually the best." robby smiled, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

an hour later the two had arrived at kyler's house, already hearing the music blasting from a few houses down. there weren't many people there, just the cobras. tory described it as a "inner circle only" kind of thing. robby opened y/n's car door, offering his hand for her to grab. of course she couldn't pass on that offer. she took robby's hand. robby slammed the door shut with his free hand.

the two didn't know whether to knock or to just walk in. judging by how loud the music was, the two just walked in. the chatter stopped when the couple came into sight. "holy shit." kenny whispered to kyler, pointing at robby. "yo, keene, your girl was real?" kyler raised an eyebrow. y/n flipped him off. "this is y/n. y/n these guys are kyler, kenny, hawk, tory, devon, and....stingray?" robby pointed at each person, pausing at stingray.

y/n nodded towards everyone. her and robby went to go sit on the couch. "so, y/n, how did you and robby meet?" tory questioned, trying to help y/n ease into the group. (we love a polite queen) "oh.. uhh.. i think the first time we met he was working at larusso's car shop and i was picking up my car. right?" y/n held robby's hand a little tighter. she looked up at him for confirmation.

"pretty sure that's what happened." robby nodded. tory smiled at y/n. "c'mon, y/n. me, you, and devon can just talk while they do... whatever the fuck they're doing." tory had a weird tone in her voice when she said the last part. kyler had been trying to get stingray to chug a beer without spilling drop. "be back, baby." y/n kissed robby's cheek before taking tory's hand and running outside with her and devon.

devon took a breath of fresh air. "those people piss me off so much." devon laughed. tory nodded with her. the three girls sat in the grass, staring up at the stars. "you look good with robby. he's been a lot happier." tory reassured y/n. not like she needed the reassurance, but it was still nice to hear.

the girls talked about themselves, as well as cobra kai as a whole, for a good hour and a half before people started leaving the party. robby came outside, car keys in hand. "you ready?" he asked. y/n nodded, brushing the grass off her knees. she held her hands out for tory and devon to grab. she pulled them up within seconds. "it was so nice meeting you guys." y/n smiled at the two. the girls smiled back at her.

robby opened the car door for y/n, then closing it when she was fully in the car. he got into the driver's side, starting the car. "so, how'd you like them?" robby reached a hand over the gear stick to hold her hand. he rubbed his fingers over he knuckles. "it was good. they're sweet girls. especially tory." robby snickered.

y/n looker over at him confused. "it's nothing, baby. just never heard the words 'tory' and 'nice' in the same sentence."

#robby keene x reader #robby keene #cobra kai #miguel diaz #hawk moskowitz #samantha larusso #tory nichols #kyler park #kenny payne #stingray #karate kid #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #demetri alexopoulos #anthony larusso

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lixie-phoria · 1 year

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ੈ✩‧ 🎀🩰 ➛stray kids (hyung line) as taylor swift lyrics

pairing : skz!hyung line x gn reader | maknae line ver.

prompt : which taylor swift line fits the dynamic of your relationship with him

word count : 888 words

an : likes and reblogs are appreciated <3 (+ are you interested in something similar for the maknae line too? lmk!)

🎐| chan !!

"I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you"

chan was a dream; the nicest thing that had ever happened to you. he was a breath of fresh air from all your previous s/o's.

you met him for the first time at the campus café, right after the worst break up of your life. it was obvious you had been crying, so everyone gave you a wide berth. but not chan.

you'd previously only seen him a few times around the campus, so when he slid into your booth with a shy smile you were so confused you nearly forgot about the asshole who'd broken your heart. he gently nudged the coffee you'd ordered towards you, asking you what's wrong.

and maybe it was his adorable smile, or the little dimple that formed on his cheek, that pulled you in, and you found yourself ranting to him about stuff he probably couldn't care less about, but he was so attentive, looking at you with those warm brown eyes that slowly spread warmth all over your body.

that evening, as he walked you back to your dorm, you had never seen anyone look more beautiful. the setting sun cascaded its rays gently over his features. and that evening, you knew. you knew things would never be the same. you would never be able to look away from chan.

🎐 | lee know !!

"our secret moments in a crowded room"

lee know met you through chan, who seemed to know just about everyone in the kpop industry. you were a part of an up and coming rookie group, so new to his world, that he couldn't help but take a liking to you.

all his members told him how this wasn't like him. he kept to himself usually, only socializing when absolutely necessary. but there was just something about you.

unlike many people, he loved the thrill of your blooming relationship. it was so risky, considering your dating ban and the constant fear of a scandal. but he lived for every stolen glance during award shows, gentle shoulder brushes as you shared the same stage and the subtle flirting if you were MCs together.

he couldn't control the small smile that would light up his face whenever someone spoke about you. it amused him how the world thought they knew him, but they really had no idea.

he remembers every detail of your first meeting: the color of your hair, the dress you wore, the rings that adorned your fingers, your scent that intoxicated him. it was all so beautiful, and god he hopes it never ends.

🎐 | changbin !!

"never wanted love just a fancy car"

everybody knew changbin. buff exterior, fluffy interior. he was everybody's dream boy. yet he didn't seem to be looking for love.

besides being a gym rat, he was known for rejecting every confession that came his way. nicely, of course.

all changbin really wanted was to finish his degree, get a job and then maybe find himself a s/o. he didn't want anything to side track him from his studies.

then you waltzed into his life. you worked at one of the clubs he performed a gig at, and after he was done, you had shyly introduced yourself to him, offering to make him a drink. and it was like he was hooked.

changbin isn't sure how it happened. one second you wore pouring him a shot and the next second he was giggling like a school girl at the jokes you made. maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but one encounter turned into another until he was able to accept that little flutter in his heart every time he looked at you.

yes, he had promised himself that he was going to concentrate on his academic life, but he knew he couldn't let you go. life had given him the perfect opportunity, and he would be stupid to throw it away.

your eyes were full of stars, and changbin wanted to do nothing more than stare into them all his life.

🎐 | hyunjin !!

"and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars"

hyunjin was skeptical of love. he knew he was a hopeless romantic, he knew he fell too soon and too hard. he was so scared of having his heart broken. he never wanted to be someone's first love, always their last.

then he met you. you, who showed him colors he'd never seen with anyone before. you were like the final stroke of a painting, making his life absolutely complete. and gods, he had never felt this way before.

the uncontrollable beating of his heart every time your hand brushed his, the stuttering mess he became whenever you gave him a smile, and the roaring monster that sprung up in his chest every time someone else tried to make a move on you.

and then he nearly lost you. it was a simple argument, he couldn't even remember how it started, but when you didn't speak with him for an entire week, he knew. he knew that he couldn't do this without you, and he couldn't help but hope that you felt the same way.

when he showed up at your door step that night, drenched from the heavy rain and you threw yourself into his arms, not caring about getting soaked yourself, he felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off of him.

he didn't care what happened from then on. he would never lose you again. he was ready to fight anything to be yours.

©lixie-phoria, 2023

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moonlightdreamzz · 1 year

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kill bill

part one

you return back to korea one year after you and hyunjin broke up, only to find out he has replaced you. how could he replace you?

→ g: all of it. the pain, the sexy, the happiness. angstsmutfluff! <3

🎧 ➤ kill bill by sza

warning! you’re a heartbroken bitter ex girlfriend here, although for a valid reason. party environment! mentions of (w**d) and alcohol, language, and infidelity!

I'm so mature, I'm so mature

I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men

I don't want none, I just want you

If I can't have you, no one should

it felt so, so good to scream these lyrics from the pit of your stomach. you imagine anyone that could hear you and felix passionately singing alongside sza had many questions, the first being; who hurt you? but, as always neither of you care in this moment. the two of you have finally finished cleaning up the dorm in preparation for changbin’s surprise birthday party; the only thing left to do now was decorate and get ready.

you have no idea where the rest of the members are, but who are you to ask questions? knowing your friend, he didn’t trust them to get the job done in time. they could be so damn silly sometimes, taking forever to do the simplest tasks. it was adorable watching their sad attempts to hold all their jokes and playful tendencies within. they failed every time.

felix, who is clearly exhausted from your early morning grind can’t help but to back into the wall and slide down to the wooden floors. he takes a deep breath before blowing upwards, causing the hair covering his forehead to lift ever so slightly.

“someone’s tired.” you chuckle, deciding to lay on the couch over the cold wood. you are so tempted to beg felix for a quick nap, but you know he’s gonna ridicule you for it if you do—in a friendly way of course. he has been talking about this party and how perfect it has to be for what felt like forever. you know deep down his real reasoning for being so prompt was because of who’s birthday it is.

“how can I truly be tired though, y/n?” his aussie accent is thick as he confesses his shame to you, “you came all the way here, landed early as hell in the morning with jet lag, and here you are cleaning with me. i need to get up.” just like that, felix has risen again and stretches his arms out before moving to start taking the decorations out the box.

he was always too hard on himself. “lix,” you coo, walking towards him and placing your hand on his shoulder gently, “getting rest is vital. even if for thirty minutes, why don’t you relax for a little bit? at least close your eyes?”

you can tell he’s considering it by the way his eyes look straight ahead into nothingness, but just as quick as the thought comes, it goes. he inhales deeply before continuing to take things from the huge brown box.

“i promise I’ll rest after this is all over. i just…i don’t want anything to mess up on my end.”

so, they really were all the same huh? those words trigger what feels like a thousand memories into your mind— all of someone you know you will have to see tonight. you were certain he has spoken that exact sentence to you on multiple occasions when you expressed how worried you were about his physical and mental health. you still have no idea what you’re going to say when the two of you eventually bump into each-other at this party.

you’re fidgeting now, and felix’s heart feels as if it wants to jump out of him for the day, but not because he was in love with you or anything. no, felix was incredibly guilty. he knows you’re thinking about his bandmate. you were always so…dazed when he was on your mind.

all day there has been this weird silence in the air between you and felix, which was abnormal to say the least. before you moved back home, you were two peas in a pod. your conversations could last for hours if you let it. all of the boys, but especially felix told you that they loved how free they felt around you. they loved how normal they felt in your presence. you didn’t know why it was such a bad thing, but apparently it was a sin here to have some fun.

the minutes keep passing by and felix has yet to utter a word to you. have things really changed this drastically since you left? was he angry at you for leaving? did you not check up on him enough?

“felix i—

“hyunjin has a new girlfriend!” he spits out as if there was a pistol on his scalp. the balloon he was blowing up flies from the machine, squealing as it tries to find a place to land. if there was a metaphor to describe what those words just did to you, it was that. you felt like a lifeless balloon. the tension in the room is so thick you feel like your throat is about to start closing on you.

your clear vision is now red, so much so, that you were certain your tears would be the same color if you weren’t fighting for your life to hold them in your tear ducts. you hate that even after a year, exactly a year by the way, that he still has so much control over your emotions.

“who?” are the only words you can manage.

felix thought that confessing to you would make him feel better, but as he watches you clearly refraining yourself from having a mental breakdown, he feels a thousand times worse. maybe he should have listened to changbin and chris when they told him to just let you see it. no—he was right. if you were going to hate him, he would rather you be able to say he warned you instead of you finding out from seeing hyunjin waltz in here with his new woman.

“some girl. she’s not famous, and I have no idea where he met her. i’m sorry, y/n. i know you’ve been going to therapy and everything and I just—I never wanted to trigger you. it’s still not an excuse I just—

“lix,” you finally breathe after what felt like days, even though it had only been a minute or two. “i’m not angry with you. how could I be?”

“because i’m your friend.”

“you’re his friend too.” is all you can muster. you know a look of defeat was prominent on your features, but you can’t fake it right now. it wasn’t worth it. you’re trying to push it down, but the rage is burning in the pit of your stomach. you looked so sane to the naked eye. upset? sure. pissed? maybe? but you were way more than those two emotions. you were heartbroken and livid all over again; a woman scorned. all you can hear in your mind right now is the last thing hyunjin uttered to you.

i will never be able to replace you. i need you to breathe. i love you. i’m so sorry. i’m sorry I failed you when I promised I never would.

you heard it in your dreams and nightmares what felt like every night. his voice cracked so clearly on the phone that night. he usually tried to be tough for you, pretending as if nothing could get to him, but not this time. he was so hysterical.

you believed him. you didn’t want to, but he was sobbing. or maybe your ego was big as fuck, and the thought of hyunjin unable to move on from you fed into your fantasy of him suffering without you. you hated that you felt this way, but it doesn’t matter now. it was all a lie.

“y/n.” you hear felix trying to snap you back to reality.

there’s a million things you want to say. you want to see her. you want to ask felix if hyunjin is as happy as he was with you. but you figure you’d save those questions for when he had to see you tonight. if he moved on genuinely, fine. but he was going to have to say it to your face.

“I’m cool.” you smile as if you hadn’t heard the news. you begin ripping the plastic off the decorations you assumed went on the wall based on their shape. you can feel felix’s doe eyes burn holes into you, but you learned a long time ago how to ignore that.

“you sure?” he questions in disbelief.

“positive. i just needed a minute to digest it. I’m good.”

the song you and felix had been shouting the lyrics to has replayed, neither you or Felix knowing the lyrics sza was singing beautifully would foreshadow what was to come later tonight.

I did it all for love

I did all of this on no drugs

I did all of this sober

Don't you know I did it all for us?

fit pics; a necessity when going to any function, but especially when you want your ex to feel sick to their stomach.

yes, you are that girl that makes your friends take your pictures over and over again—hating them all. no, you are not ashamed. this was jisung’s fifth round of taking pics of you, and you are trying so hard to hold in your laughter at his frustration. he’s looking at you, and you know he hasn’t blinked or breathed—already knowing that you’re going to tell him you don’t like the twenty new pictures he’s placed in your camera roll.

“if you don’t like these, i don’t know what to tell you. you look mad good. stop acting like that.”

“you’re lucky I’m pleased.” you smirk, pushing him playfully, “this is the least you can do for the many years you’ve spent trolling my ass, or have you forgotten?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he smirks back. his eyes attempt prove his innocence, but they fail and he can’t help but to push you back to play it off.

the music can be heard from outside of the dorms, and you have no idea how they are pulling this off tonight, but you never ask questions; you simply follow suit. you didn’t intend on missing the surprise, but jisung called you frantically saying that he was going to be late and that he would owe you if you pulled up alongside him. truth be told, you pretended that you were fine with being late because you loved him oh-so much, but in reality you wanted to make an entrance.

you wanted hyunijn to pace back and forth as his new girl got ready—heart practically beating out of his chest at the thought of having to see you. you knew he would arrive in preparation to say surprise! to his bandmate, subtly searching for you everywhere. obviously, you aren’t there, but he won’t know whether you are just in the bathroom, late, or not coming at all.

the time will continue to pass—but still no sign of you. his girl is there, so he won’t express his interest about your whereabouts out loud, but he will text felix wondering where you are. she’s coming, is all felix is going to respond, already receiving the text from you that you were running late to ride with jisung, but not wanting to spill your beans to your ex, regardless of the fact that he was hyunjin’s friend too.

you know his anxiety is going up and down right now. he’s probably not paying ole’ girl any attention because hyunjin knows. he fucking knows that any second now you will walk into that dorm and he’ll have to recall his last words to you. he’ll also have to see how damn fine you look tonight from head to toe. he’ll think of every single late night he tried to replace your body, but couldn’t. you love changbin so much, but he was crazier than you when it came to his lovers. he will understand. you also know he’s probably ten shots in by now, so if he was upset with you, the alcohol had drowned it away.

“come on.” jisung instructs. you’re surprised he’s not snapping in your face like everyone else does when you daze out. it had rained earlier, so the weather is perfect—not cold, but not hot. you and hyunjin love this kind of weather. if the two of you were still together, you’d probably be outside whispering sweet nothings to each-other while smoking a blunt and embracing the relaxing breeze that blew through the city.

you follow your friend, taking his hand that was extended out to you. he knows you too well. your anxiety was beginning to build up from the pit of your stomach. it always makes you feel sick and dizzy and you want to turn around and run off, but you can’t. your feet have began to hurt too—your boots although fashionable, never being the move when you were going to be standing for a long time.

“these are some of the trainees that’ll be in the next group.” jisung spills as you approach the entrance. you can’t tell whether they want to be here or not, but you can’t lie, this is adorable.

they greet the both of you respectfully—you, only because you were with their hyung, and the two of you step in promptly. immediately the smell of marijuana clouds your senses, and you can’t help but let out a cough. the music was so loud that you know you will likely have a headache in the morning, but it was worth it. there are people everywhere and they’re all doing the same thing; smoking, taking shots, and trying to find their person for the night.

“look who it is, finally.” a drunk changbin stumbles your way, immediately embracing you and picking you up. he reeks of everything in this room, including women, but you expect nothing less from the man of the hour. he looks nice—a typical all black fit from him. he continues to slur things to you that you can’t understand, but you know it’s something along the lines of “i’m so happy to see you.” and “don’t think you’re running from these shots.”

jisung doesn’t understand what he’s saying either, and the two of you make eye contact before he pats changbin’s back to put you back down in the ground.

“happy birthday!” the two of you yell in unison. ah, you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. he was always so sweet to you, and in this moment as you and jisung congratulate him on another year of life, you heart is warm seeing the genuine smile on his face.

“thank you, love.” he slurs once more. “you know, you were always my favorite. my favorite girlfriend that is. smart, gorgeous, and actually fun.” the music seems as if it’s gotten even louder, but you hear him loud and clear.

now you’re the one smiling. “thank you. i got you a lot of gifts, but the rest of them I need you to open sober. here’s one you can have now.” you see jisung’s panic as you hand his bandmate a little bottle of hennessy. you know the second either you two walk away or changbin does, that he’s going to cuss you out for not telling him you brought a gift. “from me and jisung.” you add with a potent smirk on your face. you see him exhale beside you, and here you are again holding in your damn laugh.

“now y/n…you know you have to take a shot with me, right? thank…thank you.” all of a sudden there’s a hand on changbin’s shoulder, and she’s pulling him back towards where the bedrooms are. you make your false promises knowing he won’t even remember you’re here soon.

“you owe me two, han jisung.” you twirl to face him now.

“yeah, whatever. look, as always I’ll look out for you, but I can’t lie it’s time for me to put some shots in my body and find me something to lick on…for later.”

“ew! you’re like…fifteen.”

“i’m literally twenty-two?” he blinks repeatedly.

“whatever. i’m going to the bathroom.”

and you’re off. you see a couple of familiar faces on what should be a short journey to the restroom, but isn’t due to how crowded the this place is. your heart is racing, fearing that you’ll say excuse me to someone, and they’ll turn around just for it to be hyunjin. you planned this out so well in your head, just to be shaking in your boots now…literally. your feet hurt even more then they did ten minutes ago.

you finally make it to the restroom after what feels like forever. you’re afraid to even go in there, terrified about who you may see partaking in adults activities and not wanting to argue with someone who was hogging the room just because they hate parties. you hate those kind of people.

you knock—nothing. you knock again—nothing. you can barely stand now because you genuinely have to pee, and maybe there is someone in there, and they are responding— you just can’t hear them, but fuck it. you open the door quickly, closing it just as fast so a creep doesn’t try to slide in here with you. you’re about to run to the toilet when you notice someone very familiar sitting on the floor with his face buried in his hands. no fucking way. no way.

he looks up at you, his eyes irritated at first from being intruded on. he probably did say someone was in here. but the second he sees you, his eyes widen. it’s as if he’s seen a ghost.

“y/n…y/n?”

you haven’t heard him say your name in a year. you haven’t heard his voice. you don’t know how you’re still standing considering the fact that you’re having a stare down with the love of your life. you know your eyes are softening as you continue to make eye contact with him. he’s still so…beautiful. how was it possible that he has become even more attractive, even with his eyes slightly red. had he been crying?

snap out of it, y/n!

just as quick as all of the memories begin to run through your head, you turn the movie off, pulling down your shorts and panties. “move, hyunjin.” is all you say, quickly sitting down on the toilet and emptying your bladder. he scoots ever so slightly, eyes still burning holes into you even as you pee loudly and your eyes look straight forward now.

this isn’t happening right now, is it?

authors note: part two coming soon…🤝🏽 I wanted to make this one big story but I said … that’s going to take too long to finish hehe. i hope you guys liked this.

#hyunjin imagines #kpop black reader #kpop x black reader #hyunjin imagine #hyunjin angst #hyunjin smut #hyunjin fluff #stray kids #hyunjin #stray kids x black reader #kpop x poc #kpop x poc reader #skz hyunjin #skz imagines #skz smut #skz angst #skz scenarios #stray kids imagines

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no-phrogs-in-hats · 9 months

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Grape Juice Stains

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Warnings: brief implication of sex, hurt/comfort, angst, feelings of worthlessness, fluff

A/N: Completely self-indulgent. This is based on some recent events that happened to me, only I don't have a Larissa and I'm a cashier instead of a teacher--and it was with the Barbie movie, not a night on the town I'm okay I promise<3

In your opinion, it was a good morning–for a Monday. You woke up, ate breakfast, remembered to take your medication, and finally showered after days of struggling to even get out of bed. As you got ready for the day, you danced around the bathroom to ABBA with serotonin and confidence rushing through your veins.

With your makeup finished and hair done, you pulled on your new pair of pants and blouse, going downstairs to make your lunch. The quarters assigned to the Nevermore staff were small, but comfortable. You had spent many nights in this very kitchen with Principal Weems, letting dinner go cold as you ate a different meal.

You were ready ten minutes early–a rare feat since you had started working anywhere. With the spare time you had, you scrolled through social media–Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram. The last two made you sick to your stomach with anger.

It was your idea to go out to Jericho Friday or Saturday night with the other teachers. Finals were right around the corner and the students had been running circles around everyone. Despite your efforts, everyone turned you down. You weren’t too fazed by it. You and Larissa ended up going out to a new restaurant in Burlington and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. But looking at your social media feed made you burn with hatred and fury.

Anger was the only thing that you could feel–anger and hurt. What was wrong? Was it something personal? Did they not like your company? You knew that you were sort of a black sheep to your coworkers–people you considered your friends at times. You had always felt a little out of place, and perhaps your relationship with Larissa did alienate you a bit. But you were always told you were pleasant, fun to have around, a joy to know.

“Sorry, I’m gonna be out of town over the weekend.”

“Oh, I can’t. I’m so sorry! My parents are gonna be in town.”

“I’ve been absolutely exhausted all week! I’d like to recharge and catch up on grading. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay! Don’t worry about it!” you had said. Each, and every time.

You took a deep breath and exited out of Instagram, shaking it off. You wouldn’t let this ruin your day. Realizing the time, you grabbed your water bottle filled with juice and dashed out the door, ready to greet your students at 9am.

That was, until you were half-way to the castle and your bottle slipped out of your hand and the lid popped open on the pavement. Looking down, you weren’t surprised to see your new, pristine white pants stained pink with droplets of grape juice.

You had been worn thin for the past few weeks. From unruly students to coworkers who had no consideration for your feelings, this was the last straw. Despite the fact that students and staff alike were walking around, you finally broke down. Sobs raked through you, chest heaving and body shaking as you looked at your ruined pants and broken water bottle.

__________

“Where is she?”

“I heard someone say they saw her crying in the courtyard.”

“I hope she’s okay.”

“Obviously she’s not, she was crying.”

“Sometimes I cry for fun.”

“...what?”

A knock on the doorway brought the students from their conversation. Principal Weems stood there, confused. “Erm…where’s Ms. L/N?”

“That’s what we’re wondering,” a student answered. “Class started fifteen minutes ago and she’s not here.”

“Apparently she was seen crying in the courtyard.”

“Oh,” Larissa chirped. “Well, I’ll have Mr. Lang come in to substitute.”

__________

Larissa made the trek up to the staff quarters, knocking on your front door softly. With no response, she took out the key you made for her specially and unlocked the door.

“Darling?” she called out, setting her keys down on the kitchen counter and creeping through the house. After checking the living room upstairs she walked down the hallway and opened your bedroom door slowly. “Sweetheart?”

You simply hummed in response.

“What’s wrong?” she asked before kicking her heels off and climbing into bed behind you. “Talk to me, please.”

Tears pooled in your eyes again and your voice cracked. “No one likes me here, Larissa.”

Her heart broke. “Oh, sweet pea,” she cooed, holding you close against her front, “that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” you sniffled. “They went out without me. After telling me they couldn’t go out. And then posted about it on Instagram and Snapchat. And then I spilled grape juice on my white pants and they’re ruined! Larissa, I–I–”

You couldn’t get any more words out as Larissa turned you over, holding you to her chest and allowing you to cry into her neck. “It’ll be okay, darling. Everything’ll be okay.”

When you calmed down, you pulled away and smiled softly as she pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I want you to know that you belong here. When you didn’t show up for class today, your students were so worried. They love you. I love you. And every teacher who went out without you Friday night is, frankly, an asshole.”

“I know,” you mumbled. “It just…It just hurts, is all.”

“Do you want me to fire them?” Larissa joked.

You giggled. “No! No, it’s okay.”

“Oh good,” she sighed. “Because it would be hell trying to replace that many teachers.”

Around eleven, she managed to coax you out of bed after you had fallen asleep, making you lunch before taking you outside. In the small backyard, your stained pants sat on the cushioned chair that sat at a small table. A bucket of water was on the grass and you looked confused.

“When you fell asleep, I went into Jericho to the general store,” Larissa said. “I got some packs of grape Kool-Aid so we can dye your pants.”

“I love you.” You looked at her with all the love and warmth in the world. How you managed to get Larissa Weems, you didn’t know. But never in your life had you felt so loved, so cared for, so wanted.

Larissa smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. “I love you too, sweet pea.”

#i need to be held by #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #larissa weems x reader #wednesday #fanfic #gwendoline christie x reader #oneshot #self indulgent #fluff

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 1 year

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Bad Girlfriend - Josh Kiszka

A/N: HERE IT IS! The long awaited brat!tamer Josh fic. Not gonna lie, once I started writing this… I realized that Josh is most definitely a soft dom, if anything. I struggled with this truthfully. I wrote, deleted and wrote again so many times. I hope you all love it, though! I love and adore all of you so much. Thank you for your endless support <3 Lots more to come!

WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! light arguing, lots of language, brattiness, brat tamer!Josh, light sir!kink, slapping, hair pulling, choking, orgasm denial/edging/orgasm control, degrading, a little praise, bondage, oral (F receiving), fingering, unprotected sex.

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Everyone knew that behind closed doors, Josh was pretty easygoing. He constantly went with the flow of things… always playing with the hand he was dealt.

In most ways, you were like that, too.

Key words, ‘most ways.’

You and Josh were insanely flexible in the bedroom. Both of you loved to be submissive and dominant, depending on one another’s mood. You had explored many different kinks and such, most of which, you both loved.

Lately, however, you had admittedly spoiled Josh into being more so the submissive one. You had absolutely no issues with at first - in fact, you fucking loved it.

Until you started to miss his dominant side…

It aggravated you to no end that Josh wasn’t picking up your sly, playful little hints that you wanted him to take charge more. Your little moments of brattiness didn’t even seem to phase him.

You were completely lost on what to do.

Obviously, the best thing to do would be to just outright tell him what you wanted.

Where would be the fun in that, though?

There were little ideas floating around in the deepest crevices of your mind. Ideas that you scolded yourself for even pondering on for too long. Insisting to yourself that it would be ‘going too far.’

But what was really “too far,” for Josh? You’d never really seen him get mad… so, you didn’t really know.

Not really knowing, only fueled your curiosity and mild desperation to find out. Something about pushing his buttons just enough, until he finally cracks and puts you back in your rightful place, made your stomach turn with butterflies.

Sweet, devious, little butterflies.

“Baby?” Josh called from what you assumed was your bedroom.

You got up from the couch, making your way towards the sound of his voice. Just as you thought, he was tucked away in the closet, searching for something to wear to the studio.

“Yeah, babe? You called for me?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, smiling softly. “You wanna come with me to the studio today? It shouldn’t be a long session.”

You mulled it over for a moment, considering that the ‘it shouldn’t be a long session’ statement, was probably not true. Your idea and his idea of long, were entirely different. But in light of wanting to spend the extra time with your man, you agreed.

“Okay,” You returned his little smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Should I drive myself…?”

He scoffed at your playful insult to his previous words. “I swear we won’t be there long, mama.” Josh promised, pulling his shirt over his head. “Just finishing one song. Remember that cover we decided to add? Of ‘The Great Gig In The Sky’?”

Retreating to your own dresser in search of a different shirt to throw on, You mumbled a soft “mhm,” remembering the song they had decided to add last minute.

Once you were ready, you both jumped in Josh’s truck and tore off for the studio - late, as usual for him.

“For fucks sake,” Josh muttered, glancing at the clock on the radio. “Jake is gonna fucking bitch at me.”

You gave him an apologetic look, unsure of what to say to actually sooth him. He was right, Jake was definitely going to bitch at him for being so late.

Throughout the remainder of the car ride, you tried not to let your anxiety get to you, thanks to Josh’s excessive speeding.

It was honestly a little bit hot; the way he gripped his steering wheel, the littlest bit of sweat forming over his nose. He was usually always running late, however today he seemed more antsy than ever to get to the studio.

Looking him over, trying to only subtly look over at him every so often… your mind started throwing filthy scenarios at you, rapid fire. Within a minute, you were getting hotter and needier than ever.

‘This is it. This is my chance to piss him off.’ There was that little voice again, sounding so like you, but nothing like you all at once.

It was a terrible idea to piss him off in his work place, but the situation couldn’t have played out any better. Josh was already frazzled. Jake was sure to add to it and who knew, maybe you’d be presented with a moment to throw your bratty two-sense in when it wasn’t asked for.

When you finally arrived, Josh practically slammed into the side of the building as he whipped the Jeep into an open parking spot.

“Jesus Christ, Josh!” You practically shouted, scolding him for his pretty reckless driving.

“Just come on, baby!” He was already out of the car and slamming the door.

You scrambled out, turning around as you closed the passenger door to see he was already sprinting through the front doors.

His name rolled off your tongue in a tired huff.

“Geez, Joshua…”

After having to sprint to catch up with him -barely, might you add- The two of you stumbled over each other through the door of the guys’ recording room.

“Josh, you’re 45 fucking minutes late.” Jake huffed, already showing a sour mood. His eyes followed his twin with a not so subtle glare.

“You’ve only been here 10 minutes, Jake. Shut up.” Sam piped up. Kiszka number three with a foul mood.

“Geez, can you let a man get through the fucking door before you-“

“Alright! Alright.” Danny’s firm voice cut in between all three of them, effectively shutting them up. “Let’s just get this song done and then we can all have the rest of the day to do… whatever.” As he finished, he looked up from his drum kit and flashed you his warm smile. “Also, hi Y/N.”

You offered a warm smile right back. “Hi, Danny.”

Josh scoffed, glancing between Jake and Sam in annoyance. “At least one of you bastards has enough sense to greet the woman in the room, before you start hurling bitchy comments around.”

Jake and Sam both gave you sheepish looks and gentle apologies. Of course, they already knew they’d be forgiven. You saw them all the time and didn’t care for the formalities that Josh was insisting upon. You just chalked that up to his snappy and anxious mood.

They didn’t waste anymore time jumping into the song and It couldn’t have been more than a minute in, before Jake was halting the whole song.

“Okay- stop, stop, stop!” Jake shouted. Everyone came to a grinding and agonizing, halt.

Sam was the first to look to Jake in annoyance from behind the keys. “Jake, what-“

“Something is off. It’s flat as fuck.” Jake cut his brother off, explaining why he stopped them. “Just… make sure your chords and notes are right while I check my tuning. Please.”

“My piano is always tuned, Jacob.” Sam commented smartly, splaying his hands out over a number of keys obnoxiously. “And I know my chords and shit are right, thank you very much.”

The cringe that took over Josh and Danny’s faces had you biting back a laugh. Jake paused his own movements, looking up at his little brother with an incredulous look.

“Can you… i don’t know…” Jake shrugged cooly. “Fix your fucking mouth!?”

Your eyes flicked between the two of them rapidly as you tried to bite back the stream of giggles that was still threatening to bubble out of you. Tensions were high, sure, but that didn’t make their squabbles any less entertaining - especially since you weren’t part of it.

“For the love of god, just fix your shit and let’s keep going.” Josh spoke up through gritted teeth, fixing both his brothers with a very ill tempered glare.

Sam and Jake both reluctantly touched up the tuning of instruments and checked over chords.

Once they were ready, they picked back up at the very beginning of the song.

Surprisingly, they made it a lot farther, not coming to another stop until Josh’s voice cracked on a high note and Sam waved his hand in the air to stop everyone. Again.

Danny just sighed, but Jake’s face turned red with frustration - as did Josh’s.

“Josh, come on, bro-“

“I’m fucking trying, Sam! We’ve recorded every single day this week! My voice is tired as shit and this song is very vocally demanding!” Josh defended his end. “In case you didn’t know that.”

This is it. Do it.

That little voice in your head made itself very known for the second time, egging you on.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you pushed past the nerves and let your mouth take off with the brattiest thing your brain could muster. “You say that like you don’t sing every night on tour.”

Danny’s jaw was the first to drop, followed by Sam’s snicker that had Josh’s jaw visibly locking up in anger.

Josh’s eyes practically burned through you, melting you with their silent warning to shut up.

“She… she has a point, Joshua.” Sam finally cleared his throat to say.

“We don’t even perform for 7 nights in a row!” Josh raised, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Be fucking serious, Samuel.”

“Okay, enough! Can we just start over?” It was Jake’s turn to plead.

Sam started it off on the keys again, and you admired how amazing he was at it. You didn’t get to sit and listen to them without the harsh sounds of screams surrounding you, so this was a breath of fresh air.

They breezed through the song flawlessly, the energy in the room lightening up just a bit.

That was, until Josh had very obviously forgotten one of the high notes. He stumbled around, trying to find his pitch again and instead groaned straight into his microphone.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” Josh threw his head back in pure annoyance, hands splaying out over his face.

Every part of his body that you could see, looked tense and shiny with sweat.

“Josh, you said you went over this song at home….” Jake sighed, rubbing his hand over his own face.

“I did!” Josh snapped, leaving out how little he’d actually gone over it.

You took that as your chance to rat him out a little, against your better judgement.

“I don’t think going through it once in the shower is really ‘going over it’, baby.”

“Oh, shit-” Danny covered his mouth with his drumsticks, fighting to hold it together.

Danny, ever the observant one, shot you a cheeky look. He knew what you were doing. Based on Sam’s pink cheeks, he’d obviously caught on, too. Either that, or the tensions rapidly rising back up in the room were making him nervous.

“I swear to god…” Josh gave you a verbal warning instead of just a look, letting you know he was reaching his limit with your shit - exactly what you wanted.

Thoughtlessly, another witty, but poorly timed remark flew out of you.

“Do you want me to pull up the lyrics for you, Josh?”

Jake, Danny and Sam all busted out into untamable laughter. Between the heaviness in the room, Josh’s stunned face and the comment itself -considering there were not really “lyrics” to speak of in the song they were desperately trying to record- none of them stood a chance in holding it in any longer.

You and Josh stared each other down, the sounds of his brothers’ laughter fading out into background noise. The smirk on your face was full of pride and satisfaction, your eyes twinkling with the mischief that you were hoping he would finally catch on to.

His eyes narrowed until they were practically closed, looking threatening and darker than you’d ever seen. His whole expression seemed just out of character enough, that it was just the slightest bit unsettling.

Sam’s voice snapped both of you out of your lust and anger driven trances.

“Josh?!”

“What?” Josh whipped his head away from you and towards his younger brother.

“Okay, cool your damn jets…” Sam threw his hands up and waited for Josh’s face to soften - barely. “One more go? If we get it, great. If not, we go home.” He glanced around, waiting for the nods of approval from each of them. “Clearly none of us have good spirits today.”

“Alright, yeah.” Josh switched his microphone back on and sucked in a shaky deep breath. “One more time.”

Sam took the song up on the keys for the last time, the rest of the boys falling in perfectly.

Every so often throughout the song, one of them would look around nervously. sitting right on the edge of their seat, like something was bound to go wrong at any second.

But, they made it through the song flawlessly and you weren’t sure about them, but you chalked it up to ‘third times the charm.’ And maybe a little bit of anger-driven determination.

Josh’s frustration might have also played a part in the strong vocals… but who was to say for sure.

The song came to an end and the room was electric, full of new energy and life. Almost as though no smart comments had ever been made, or sour moods were ever felt between the five of you.

“Fucking FINALLY!” Sam stood up from his bench, clapping his hands together in uncontrollable excitement.

And Jake wasn’t far behind his little brother, sharing the same enthusiasm. “That’s what the hell I needed from you, Josh. That was it!”

“I think that was the one.”

Danny sat his drum sticks down and released the breath that one might have sworn he’d held the entire song. “It was too perfect to even dare try one more time.”

“Josh?” Jake looked to his twin, awaiting a final comment of approval.

“Well, I don’t know…” Josh shrugged, sarcasm laced in his tone. “What does my little critic have to say first?” He turned to you with a fiery glare.

‘Well… his mood was sure not changing,’ you thought to yourself.

“Oh, that time was perfect.” The smile on your face hopefully only came across as smug to Josh. “I think you guys should use that recording, for sure.”

Josh snickered at how you went from sly comments, to being sickeningly sweet within the time it took them to run the last recording.

“Great! So we’re good here, yeah?” Josh rushed the question out, picking up his things from the floor beside him before any of them had even answered.

“Yeah, I think we’re-“

“Perfect! Baby, let’s go.” Josh breezed through the room, cutting Danny off as he exited.

You glanced around to the boys, huffing a laugh at their half stunned, half amused faces.

“Yeah… Good luck with him.” Sam gestured towards the door Josh just disappeared through.

“Don’t wish her luck, she pissed him off on purpose!” Jake cut in with a snicker, subtly taking his twin’s side. “What possessed you to piss him off on purpose, I don’t want to know. Regardless, you’re crazy.” He turned his attention directly towards you, smiling knowingly as he joked around.

“BABE!”

Your head snapped towards the door the second Josh’s voice boomed down the hallway.

“Best not keep your man waiting.” Danny smirked, nodding his head in the direction of the door.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes at them. “See you guys later, I love you, ya fools.”

Their collective goodbyes and ‘I love yous’ were the last things you heard as you closed the door to the recording room.

By the time you made it back to Josh’s truck, he was already in there, buckled in and ready to speed back home.

You couldn’t help it… the smirk that started tugging at one corner of your mouth. Josh was staring daggers at you through the window of his truck, only making you feel even more accomplished.

Opening the door, it was deathly silent inside; very unlike either of you. There was no talking, no music, just the sound of the truck itself running.

You got in and buckled up, jumping in your seat a little when Josh roughly put his truck in reverse.

“Would you mind telling me what the fuck that was about back there?” Josh finally asked, speeding out of the parking lot. He hissed the words out like some angered snake.

His eyes never left the road, his jaw clenched so tightly you could see his muscles pulsating.

You decided to unwisely play innocent. “What do you mean? What was what?”

“I swear to god…” Josh slammed his palm against the steering wheel. “You have the next 10 fucking seconds to fess up, or so help me, I’ll force it out of you.”

An overly excited giggle bubbled out of you before you could even stop it and you quickly tried to cover it by clearing your throat.

Josh looked over at you with the most floored and annoyed expression you’d ever seen. “You’re seriously gonna laugh right now?!”

“Fuck! Maybe that’s what I want you to do, Joshua!”

To Josh’s ears, the desperation in your voice sounded much more like you’d developed your own little attitude.

“Do what?!” Josh practically yelled, pleading for you to give him some sort of hint, not even realizing you’d given him -what you thought- was more than enough. “What do you want me to do so fucking badly, mama??”

“Oh, I don’t know… maybe-“ You gestured around dramatically on your momentary pause for emphasis. “Put me in my goddamn place?!”

Josh froze, still as a statue in his seat. A dumbfounded expression flashed over his features so quickly, anyone other than his twin or you would have completely missed it.

Little did you know, he was putting the rest of the pieces together. His mind flashed with all the times you’d thrown him seemingly random and uncalled for attitude, or sly comments that he had always just brushed off. Weeks worth of memories piled up in his head within seconds.

Josh’s silence had started to worry you and you were silently pleading for him to say something - Which you were immediately regretful of wishing, when his eerily calm and collected voice cut through your ears.

“You’re shitting me… Right?” Josh looked over at you, and you wondered when exactly his eyes had darkened to the almost black color that they were. “i’d just like to know…” he began in genuine curiosity. “Where in your pretty little brain did you come to the conclusion that all that was a good idea? Instead of just straight up telling me that this was what you wanted?”

You were stumbling around in your mind, trying to come up with a better answer than just ‘I don’t know’ or, ‘I was scared.’ You didn’t find one.

“I mean… I don’t… I don’t know.”

“I’m just trying to understand, is all.” shrugging cooly as he pulled into your driveway, Josh put the truck in park just as aggressively as he’d put it in reverse just a few minutes before. “Because now, I have to punish you for weeks worth of shitty behavior… and I don’t think you thought that far ahead, did you, mama?”

A shiver ran up your spine, visibly shaking your whole body. “I didn’t- I didn’t think I’d get this far… no.” You admitted shakily.

Josh let out a low, barely audible hum.

“Go inside and upstairs. I want you completely naked and sitting on the edge of our bed, hands in your lap.” Josh commanded, looking over at you with a stone cold expression. “I’ll be there when I’m good and ready. I need to figure out how the fuck i’m gonna turn my little brat, back into my good girl.”

Your hand scrambled for the door handle with an embarrassing level of urgency and excitement. You all but slammed the door of Josh’s truck, sprinting to the front door and inside, as if some sort of demon was chasing you after shutting off a light.

Between the heat cursing through your body and Josh’s orders, once you made it upstairs, you were ripping your clothes off piece by piece. Even once you were completely naked, you were still blazing with need; heat pouring off your body like a wood stove on the coldest Winter night.

You sat down, placing your shaky hands in your lap and to your surprise, you heard the door open and shut just a few moments later.

Josh wasn’t going to come and tend to you in any way just yet, though. You sat there rather impatiently, listening to him shuffle around downstairs, doing God only knew what.

After a few long and agonizing minutes, you finally heard his footsteps growing louder as he made his way up the steps and down the hallway towards your bedroom.

When he appeared in the doorway, your breath hitched in your throat. He had obviously discarded his shirt somewhere downstairs, his belt was undone and hung loosely in the belt loops of his pants. The only light in the room was that of your bedside lamp and a small oil defuser, casting a beautiful, warm glow over Josh’s skin.

“Aren’t you just a sight.” Josh hummed in approval of the sight of you, bathed in the same warm glow.

“I’m surprised you actually did what I told you to, though.”

He sat the two bottles of water in his hands down on the dresser and laid his forearm across the top, leaning some of his weight into it.

“Now, before we dive into absolutely anything,” Josh started, his tone no longer dominant, but serious. “We’re gonna settle on the color system.”

“We have a safeword, Josh.” You pointed out softly.

“Yes, mama, I realize that.” Josh offered a nod of understanding. “But I don’t want to ever, EVER have to use that. So, color system.”

“Okay.” You agreed and waited for him to continue.

“Green, yellow and red. Green means you’re good and want to keep going. Yellow means slow down, maybe stop for a moment to check in, too, if it’s called for.”

You just nodded along every so often as Josh spoke, listening to him intently.

“-And red. If you say ‘red’, everything stops and we’re not going to continue on.” Josh raised an eyebrow in question. “Does this work for you, mama?”

“Yes, that’s perfect, Josh.” Your answer was just above a whisper. “Do whatever you want to me. Please.”

Josh gracefully pushed away from the dresser he had still been leaning against. “Good.”

Your eyes followed Josh as he made his way closer to you, until he was towering above you. He reached up and firmly took your chin between his thumb and index fingers.

“Look at me.” He used his grip to tilt your head back and waited for your eyes to lock with his.

“My sweet girl... Did your need to be fucked like a whore finally make you cave and become such a brat? Hmm?”

Your eyes fluttered closed, a soft whimper floating out of you. “Yes.”

“Pity.” Josh clicked his tongue, squinting his eyes at you. “I wanted to make this pretty pussy cry all over my face tonight, but now I don’t know if you deserve that.”

“You’ll cave.“ You stared up at him, giving him the same challenging look that he was giving you. “You always do.”

“You’re in for a rude awakening if you think that’s how tonight is gonna go.”

Josh growled, releasing you from his grip. “I don’t want to hear another fucking word from you for the rest of the night.”

Josh grabbed the buckle of his belt and yanked it out of the loops swiftly. “You ran your mouth more than enough at the studio earlier. Don’t speak unless I tell you to.”

Josh fiddled with the belt in his hands, taunting you with it as he leaned back over you. “Let me have your hands.”

You lifted your hands up and slipped them through the loops he had created. He took the belt and secured it around your wrists, tugging it to make sure it was tight enough for his liking, and your’s too.

He stepped back to admire you - naked and mostly helpless in front of him. It was his first time seeing you like that in a long time and he had missed it. A lot.

“Color?” Josh asked as he fought to break out of his own little trance, eyes growing even darker the longer he looked at you.

Your answer was confident, despite you shifting around in your spot under his intense stare. “Green.”

“Stand up, little dove.” Josh ordered lowly, tugging you up by the arm. His voice was far too sweet for the things he was planning in his head.

Once you were steady on your feet, Josh took your previous position on the bed and he started to guide you down across his lap.

“Tomorrow, when you come back to the studio with me…” Josh started in a low tone, smoothing his hand over the swell of your ass. “You’re gonna remember why you should keep that fucking mouth shut.”

Smack. The sound of it echoed through the room, the force of it sending you slipping off of Josh’s thighs just a little. He readjusted his arm over the middle of your back, holding you even tighter.

You choked on the gasp your lungs attempted to suck in. “Jesus fucking christ-“

Josh slapped his palm across your ass again. “And didn’t I say not to talk?”

“Fu- yes! Yes. You said to only talk when you- tell me I can.” You struggled to get the words out.

The mix of pleasure and pain was absolutely dizzying. You could feel the wetness pooling at your entrance, slick and warm every time Josh’s hand came down against your ass.

“So you heard what I said and still didn’t obey.” Josh tsked, bringing his hand down for the third time. “So damn hard headed.”

Josh’s hand soothed over your red, blazing skin for a moment, teasing around until he couldn’t help himself any longer. He slipped his fingers down to your entrance, groaning when he felt just how wet you were.

“Oh, little dove…” Josh sighed. “You’re so fucking wet. Do you just love this that much?” He was taunting you.

You nodded, lip still tucked between your teeth.

“Dirty little thing.” He caught you perfectly off guard with another blow to your opposite cheek, making you cry out loudly.

After two more, his fingers traveled back to your heat and teased around mindlessly, tormenting you.

You wanted to open your mouth and beg him, but he took your little whimpers as begging enough.

“Aw. You want my fingers, don’t you, mama?” There was that condescending tone again. “Answer me.”

“Yes sir.” You sounded and looked purely pathetic, trying to press yourself harder against his fingers.

A groan rumbled through Josh’s chest, clearly liking what you chose to call him. For a split second, he had to fight with himself to hold onto his composure and not start giving it all to you right then.

“That’s just too bad, isn’t it?” Josh circled the tip of his finger around you, but didn’t push it in even the slightest bit.

Your breathing quickened, much to Josh’s amusement. The light tracing of his finger was enough to make you scream out of pure impatience.

After a few more swirls of the tip of his finger and listening to you whine and whimper, he hauled you up off his lap as he stood, pushing you back on the bed before you even regained your footing.

“Put your hands up to the headboard.” Josh commanded, pointing to the intricately swirled metal.

Often times, you would voice your distaste for that god forsaken metal headboard. Josh was always the one insisting on keeping it, telling you over and over that he loved the way it sounded hitting against the wall when you two fucked.

Momentarily thankful you hadn’t given it up yet, you lifted your hands up to the headboard and your stomach twisted in anticipation and need. You couldn’t put your finger on a time when you had needed him quite so badly. The thought of him having his way with you, punishing you however he saw fit… it was almost heart stopping.

Josh finally joined you in the bed, straddling your hips with his legs on either side of you. The woodsy notes of his cologne hit your nose like a bone crushing punch, intoxicating you by the warmth of it - faint notes of vanilla making it smell the slightest bit sweet. His fingers hooked into the belt binding your wrists together and he undid the buckle, creating one last loop to secure it to the headboard.

With one hand supporting his wait next to your head, his other trailed slowly down the inner part of your wrist, all the way down arm, to your shoulder and then finally rested just shy of your breast.

“How’s this, hm?” Josh’s voice still held the dominant edge, but you knew he was checking in. “Use your words.”

“Do something, please.” Your hips bucked up subtly in search of any sort of friction against your pulsing clit. “I need something. Anything.”

“Anything?” Josh cocked an eyebrow, slowly shuffling back down towards the foot of the bed. He mumbled the word out one more time. “Anything.”

You watched him slip over to his dresser, yanking open the second drawer and pulling out two of his silk scarves that he sometimes would take to shows.

He let them dangle from his fingers as he made his way back to the foot of the bed, where he dropped them down and proceeded to smack at the inside of your ankle.

You knew exactly what he wanted and you exhaled loudly, sliding your foot right up next to the bedpost. He tied the scarf around you ankle and then to the post, repeating the same process with your other.

Your eyes closed as various emotions surged through you. Josh’s stare was steadily making you feel so seen, resulting in the slightest twinge of shyness to bubble up and mix in with the unbearable need and lust pumping through you.

Josh couldn’t look away, either. Stuck on how your body looked, glowing with the lightest layer of sweat. The way your chest rose and fell quickly - swearing to himself that he could see your heart pounding against your ribcage from the outside. It was at that moment that he realized how hard he was seeing you like that.

“So, here’s what’s gonna happen...” Josh finally spoke after what felt like forever, making you jolt in your spot; his voice like electricity shooting through you. “I’m giving you permission to talk now, because You’re gonna tell me exactly what you want.”

You stared at him a little confused as he climbed back up between your legs. “What?”

“I want you to tell me whatever it is that you want. Right now.” Josh repeated, a little firmer and clearer. “And make it sound pretty.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a punishment?” You scoffed, watching him as he dipped down and placed kisses along the inner part of your thigh.

He looked up at you with a wicked smile from between your legs. “Oh, but it is.” The smile was gone just as quick as it appeared. “Now what did I tell you to do?”

“Tell you what I want.” The words fluttered out through a high pitched sigh. You tugged at your legs against their restraints when Josh started getting closer to your aching core.

“Tell me.” Josh demanded, biting harshly at the conjunction of your inner thigh.

“I want your mouth on me, Josh.” You begged. “Please. I want you to make me cum and-“

Josh’s hand cracked against your outer thigh. “Who? Try again.”

“Sir.” You corrected yourself. “Need you to make me cum, sir. Please.”

Without wasting anymore time, Josh’s mouth connected with your heat, licking from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuck yes.” Whining, you pushed your hips off the bed as much as your restraints would allow.

In the back of your mind, you were still confused as to how exactly it was a punishment… Josh was giving you exactly what you wanted.

“Such a sweet little slut.” Josh groaned against you, teasing his tongue over your clit with light, little flicks. “You better tell me when you’re close.”

“Yes, sir.” Your head started spinning thanks to the degrading names he was sprinkling in. “Fuck, holy shit. You’re so good. So, so good.”

Josh’s tongue circled your clit, sucking it into his mouth to drag you closer and closer, groaning at the way he could feel it throb in his mouth every so often.

As you grew louder, he added a finger in, curling it right into that spot that had you jerking your legs in attempts to close them around his head. The two scarves served as a silky and secure reminder that you weren’t going anywhere, any time soon.

“Poor thing already wants to close her legs,” Josh said lowly, huffing a deep and airy giggle. “Does it feel too good? Huh, little dove?”

His thumb had replaced his mouth in light of wanting to talk you straight to your first orgasm.

And it was working.

“Fuck yes, it feels so good.” You whined, arching and writhing lightly against the mattress. “Keep going, please, keep going.”

“Keep going? Why?” Josh tilted his head back, watching you with a cocky expression - identical to one you had seen him sport on stage. “Are you getting close already, mama?”

Your walls clenched around him and no sooner than Josh felt the squeeze around his fingers, he was slowing down his movements drastically.

At that moment, it hit you like a ton of bricks. “No.” You shook your head frantically. “No, no, no.”

“”No”? No, what?” Josh questioned, languidly pushing his fingers in, only to pull them all the way out.

“You said-“ A whine from the sudden loss of Josh’s fingers briefly cut off your words. “You said to tell you what I want!”

“Yes, I did say that, didn’t I?” Moving over your body, Josh nudged your chin with the back of his hand.

You opened your mouth and he pushed his soaked fingers in, practically melting over the way you immediately moaned around them.

The words you’d been dreading left his mouth through still smirking lips. “I never said I’d let you cum, though… Did I?”

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth. Through an irritated and whiny huff of air, you begrudgingly answered him. “No, you didn’t.”

“Such a good girl for kind of listening to me earlier. I’ll have to reward you for that… eventually.” Your normal, bubbly, Josh peaked out for less than a split second when he giggled at his own words.

“Eventually.” Your eyes rolled back, but not in pleasure - much to your body’s internal and external pleading for relief.

“I want you to ask me for what you want again.” Pressing kisses to your sternum and down your belly, he gradually worked his way back down your body - leaving a few hickeys as he went. “You’re gonna learn how to tell me properly what it is that you want, rather than trying to get me worked up enough to treat you like the fuckin’ brat you are.”

“I need you to make me cum around your fingers.” You told him, clenching around nothing at even just the thought of it. “I want you to… to make me look at you when I cum…”

Hardly even following your own words, you dropped eye contact with him and felt a rush of warmth spread over your cheeks. That’s why you needed him to make you. Eye contact with Josh was a struggle in just casual, softer moments… This was filthy and obscene. There was no way you could bring yourself to hold his fiery gaze on your own.

“That’s it, tell me.” A kiss was pressed just above your clit, and another, then Josh’s lips finally pressed against the swollen bundle of nerves. “Say it all again.”

Josh’s tongue started teasing over you again, taunting at little areas around your clit that he knew made you toe the line of insanity.

“Fuck, I can’t-“ Gasping, your hips tried to tear away from Josh’s teasing mouth. “-Not while you’re… you’re teasing me like that.”

“Stop.” Josh growled, slinking his arm over your lower belly to hold you still. “Take it and do what I told you.”

“Yes, sir.” The two little words climbed out of you through a small cry of desperation. “Will you make me cum, please? Please, I need it so badly.”

Josh glanced up at you through hooded eyes, swiping the tip of his tongue just underneath your clit, causing a squeal to erupt from you. He loved how the littlest actions proved much more intense, when you were bound in such a helpless position.

“Yeah? Right there?” Josh babied the same spot again, watching almost the same reaction unfold. “I bet this little spot would make you cum so fast and hard, wouldn’t it?”

You were dying to free your hands and tangle them in Josh’s hair, unsure if you wanted to pull him closer or push him far, far away.

“Yeah,” you whined, high pitched and out of breath. Your brain was rapidly turning into mush, losing track of any coherent thoughts.

A soft and low “aww,” floated out of Josh, just barely audible and clearly lacking any real sympathy towards you.

His fingers slipped back down to your entrance, joining in with the pleasurable torture of his tongue. The arm he’d draped over your belly slid down lower, holding you more firmly across your hips.

The smirk that took over his lips was sinister. Hidden between your legs, you couldn’t see it - but could feel it. More than likely the cocky product of how your legs had started to shake and tug at their bindings more steadily, while he stayed attentive to that spot just at the bottom of your clit.

“Fuck!” You cried out into the thick, sex filled air of your bedroom.

The coil in your stomach started to tighten rapidly, each flick of Josh’s tongue making your body jolt and shake.

“Josh-“ His name came out strangled and broken. “Josh, i’m gonna cum, please….don’t stop!”

His fingers curled up inside you and mercilessly pressed into that spot only his fingers were long enough to reach. The patterns of his tongue slowed, only to speed up again and drag you back to the edge again. He kept your there, just under the peak of your orgasm . Every so often, he let you dangle over the edge for a few long seconds and then let you fall back down again.

“You’re fucking e-evil, Joshua,” You hissed from the deepest parts of you, quickly followed by a string of desperate pleas. “Please, please, please. Josh, please.”

You almost sobbed at the loss of his fingers and mouth, huffing out another incoherent plea as he got up from the bed. He couldn’t stand it any longer.

Just as sweaty and somewhat disheveled as you, Josh undid the button of his pants and pushed them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. He looked painfully hard and red. The quick little glisten of precum coating his tip, didn’t go unnoticed to your lust-blown eyes.

“Fuck me.” It came out in a whisper, but Josh still heard it.

“What?” His eyebrows raised, but you weren’t sure if it was from your question or his hand lazily stroking over himself.

“Fuck me.” You repeated, louder. “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”

Josh smiled brightly, as if you had spoken the most beautiful words he’d ever heard in his entire life.

“Listen to you,” Josh practically groaned. “Telling me what you want like a good girl. Finally.”

“I’ve told you what I wanted for the last fucking hour!” You pointed out sharply, bound hands clasping together in frustration.

“Mhm, you have…” Josh’s hands tugged at one of the scarves around your ankle, undoing it. “But that time I didn’t have to tell you to do it. You just did it.”

“I hate you.” You definitely didn’t and he knew that good and well.

“Hey.” His finger was pointed directly at you, accompanied by a stern look. “Don’t get fucking bratty again.”

You were aching to feel him inside you, his mouth on yours, your hands on him. Anything. “Obviously there’s a little bit left that you need to fuck out of me, but you’re just taking your sweet time.”

A humorless laugh bubbled out of him as he pulled the knot out of the other scarf. “Do we need to start this whole process over again? You don’t sound like you’ve very learned much.”

“No, sir. We don’t.” You parted your legs wider than the bedposts had allowed for, taunting Josh with you dripping core.

Like some sort of feral animal, he pounced on top of you and you knew you were in for it, when his hand clasped roughly around your throat.

“Don’t even try to tempt your way into getting what you want from me.” Josh said, low and hushed into your ear.

“Give it to me and I won’t have to.”

Josh’s grip around your throat slid up to your jaw, using just a little bit of his weight to press you firmly into the pillow. He held you there all while his other hand lined himself up with your entrance. A strangled cry of pleasure tore its way up your throat the second he slammed into you, filling you all the way up with one sharp thrust.

“Is this what you wanted?” Josh delivered another sharp thrust into you. “My cock filling you up… fucking you like the fucking brat you are?”

All you could do was nod. Your eyes were rolled back into your head, mouth gaping in a river-like flow of cut off moans.

“Will you ever learn, mama?” Josh continued on through gritted teeth. His hand tangled up into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. Finally, his lips were ghosting over yours. “This beautiful mouth is gonna get you in many more worlds of trouble, I fear.”

Your lips met in a sloppy kiss, tongues and teeth clashing together in attempts to get closer than humanly possible somehow. Josh’s hands held onto each of your wrists for leverage as he relentlessly pounded into you, groaning into your when your legs hooked around his back.

Everything about him was intoxicating. His cologne was faded, but still faintly present - mixed in with his pheromones. His lips just barely tasted like alcohol; likely the remnants of a shot he’d taken while downstairs earlier.

His hands left your wrists, sliding down your body until one was rested against your side, the other stopping at your chest to play with one of your nipples.

Much to your dismay, he broke away from the frenzied kiss.

“Tell me how much you love being fucked like a sweet little slut, mama.” Josh demanded, somehow sounding sweet and dominant all at once. He was good at that.

“I love it,” you managed to squeak out, arching your body into Josh’s. “Ha- harder, please!”

“You want it harder, yeah?” Josh’s voice strained as he switched positions. His arms hooked around your thighs, pushing your legs back until you swore they touched your shoulders and picked up his pace to something likely to bruise you in a delicious way.

“Oh fuck, yes!” For a split second you forgot your hands were still bound, yanking them in attempts to claw at Josh’s shoulders. The clanking of metal on metal was your haunting reminder that you couldn’t. “Josh please, I need it-“

“Need what, mama?” His fingers, soft yet skilled, reached around to your swollen bud. He swirled his fingers around it in tight and quick circles. “Is this what you need?”

A moan erupted from your lungs, your back arching away from the bed. You forced an animalistic moan out of Josh as you squeezed tightly around him.

“No. Don’t cum until I say so.” Josh said, desperately trying to catch up with you.

That coil was burning inside you, though - threatening to snap at any given moment, completely out of your control.

“I can’t- I can’t hold it, Josh!” Your eyes burned, a stray tear or two threatening to spill over the corner. “PLEASE!”

He cooed at you, letting go of one of your legs to swipe the stray tears away. “You wanna cum that badly, mama?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, letting your head fall back as a few more tears fell.

“Come on, then.” Josh finally caved. “Give it to me, nice and sweet right on my cock, mama.”

His fingers pressed more firmly against your clit, sending you flying over the edge and into the raging waters of your orgasm.

He tumbled into his own peak just seconds after you, his curses and groans mixing with yours in a lustful harmony of sounds.

Muscles all over your body tensed and released rapidly, arms and legs trembling weakly. Your high sucked every last bit of energy you had left.

Eventually, you started to come down. Josh was barely holding himself up above you, but forced himself to stay up until you were back to some form of coherency.

“Are you still with me, baby?” Josh’s voice cut through your ears, accompanied by the comforting sound of his giggle.

A tired smile took over your lips as you draped out. “Kinda…”

Josh immediately worked at undoing the belt around your wrists, taking them in his hands once they were free to massage over them gently.

“How does a bath sound, baby? Or some water?” Josh asked sweetly.

He would always be your sweet, caring man. You knew that for sure.

“Water, please, baby.” You stretched out, face twisting from your sore muscles. “I wanna lay here for a bit.”

“Did a little number on you, yeah?” Josh snickered, grabbing the water off the top of the dresser.

“Hush.” You rolled your eyes at him and took the water, snatching it playfully.

He flashed the quickest little wink in your direction, slipping towards the bathroom. “I hope that’s what I just taught you how to do.”

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A new addiction - Part 2

Jensen Ackles x F/reader (Y/N)

Warning: 18+, nothing too graphic but still, age difference, Open relationship

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Let's make it very clear I don't want to denigrate, break up or talk bad about Danneel, their relationship or family. I love them and wish both all the happiness.

This story is pure fiction. Have fun!

-> A new addiction masterlist <-

Story: Recap.

Jensen and Danneel are going through a difficult time in their relationship. After being together for so long and married for 14 years the excitement and sexual tension is gone.

After going to marriage counseling Danneel had the idea of trying a semi-open relationship, each choosing 3 persons they are allowed to experiment with.

And guess who is on Jensen's list…

Morning After

The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Y/N stirred, her eyelids heavy with sleep. As she blinked away the remnants of dreams, memories of the previous night flooded back. She glanced beside her to find Jensen, still asleep, his features softened by the morning light.

Their clothes lay scattered across the floor, a silent testament to the passion shared just hours before. Y/N couldn't help but smile, tracing the contours of Jensen's face with her eyes. The events of the night replayed in her mind like scenes from a movie. They had been drawn together by an undeniable chemistry. Building up for weeks, months on end.

Their conversations flowed effortlessly, laughter always filling the air. Leaving each other longing for more without being able to say it. But now, in the quiet of the morning, a different kind of intimacy enveloped them. Y/N reached out to gently brush a lock of hair from his forehead, marvelling at the vulnerability that sleep brought. She felt a surge of affection for this man lying beside her, a feeling she couldn't quite put into words.

As Jensen began to stir, his eyes fluttering open, her heart skipped a beat. He smiled sleepily, his gaze meeting hers with warmth and tenderness. In that moment, everything felt right. They lingered in bed just a little longer before they finally rose to greet the day, facing the reality. Y/N knew that the memories of this night would stay with her forever, a reminder of the magic found in unexpected moments of connection.

Troubled with guilt she took a quick shower after Jensen had already freshened up. Seeing how he was already dressed, waiting for her to say goodbye. Y/N walked out of the shower with a towel covering her body. Jensen's eyes carried the same guilt like her.

“How are you feeling?” She asked. “I'm not sure… I enjoyed it, but…” He didn't finish his sentence. “I know, I feel the same.” He didn't understand why she would feel guilt. “Why would you?” - “I think as a woman, you need to have a code. Like don't sleep with a married man.” Jensen took a deep breath.

“Well, we have an open relationship… so guess that makes up for it… right?” Y/N didn't answer that “Jay… if you don't want this, if you regret it, if it makes you feel bad. Tell Danneel.” Y/N took a seat next to him in the bed. “You tell her you need monogamy, find a way to spice things up between the two of you. If that is what you need.” His green eyes looked in hers before saying “I don't know what I need. We tried so many things.” He sighs before continuing.” I thought I would feel terrible after, but I don't. I don't regret it, that is the problem.”

He took her hands in his “I want more nights like this. But you said you don't want that afraid of falling in love and I understand, you want stability relationship, but I can't give you any of that. Neither do I want to give this up.” “I just don't want to be a plan B or booty call or something Jay.” He nodded. “Can you promise me this… If you do ever change your mind, or you need a booty call.” They laughed softly “Call me please.” She kissed his lips in response. “Promise”

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Jensen's footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as he approached the door to the living room. Danneel was sitting on the couch, a book in her hands, her expression one of quiet contentment. She looked up as Jensen entered, a smile lighting up her face. "Hey, you're home early," she said, her voice warm with affection.

Jensen felt a lump form in his throat as he met her gaze, unable to bear the innocence in her eyes. How could he face her knowing what he had done hours ago. He forced himself to smile, to feign normalcy, but the guilt threatened to consume him from within. Unnecessary since they had the deal but still, feeling guilty.

As the evening wore on, Jensen found himself drowning between regret and wanting more of Y/N. He longed to tell Danneel what happened. But scared she would have some stories to tell herself. By the end of the night, while the kids were in bed he found the courage to ask her. “So eh, did you… find someone?” He asked eyes still on the tv screen. “I did. Didn't meet up yet. You?” His heart stopped for a second.

“Yeah, she eh, she agreed. Does he live close?” Danneel pauses the screen. “I thought you didn't want to know.” - ”You're right. I'm sorry.” He kissed his wife's head before leaving for the kitchen. Breaking the awkwardness between them.

Jensen lays in bed, the weight of his actions pressing down on him like a lead blanket. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but one face kept surfacing amidst the turmoil – Y/N's. Her image lingered in his thoughts, her laughter echoing in his ears like a haunting melody. As he stared up at the ceiling, Jensen couldn't shake the memory of their night together. The intimacy they shared, the passion that had ignited between them.

It was a stark contrast to the love he had for Danneel, yet in that moment, it had felt so right. Weeks went on. Jensen focused on being a dad before leaving again on press tours. He knew he would see Y/N again. Part of him wanted to see her, part of him felt bad leaving his kids again. Danneel noticed the strange behaviour in her husband but didn't think much of it.

Press tour

Jensen's heart pounded as he stepped onto the stage for the press tour, his mind still haunted by memories of Y/N. He had tried to push thoughts of her aside, to focus on his career and his marriage, but her presence lingered like a ghost in the back of his mind. As he settled into his seat, Jensen forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

But when Y/N walked onto the stage, his breath caught in his throat. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, her smile lighting up the room in a way that made his heart ache. For a moment, their eyes met, there was no anger in Y/N's eyes, no resentment or bitterness. Instead, there was a flicker of something else – kindness, caring, understanding maybe even lust? No, he had to misinterpret it.

As they began their interviews, Jensen found himself drawn to Y/N's presence, her easy laughter and quick wit a stark contrast to the tension that hung between them. They fell into a rhythm, exchanging banter and anecdotes as if no time had passed at all. But beneath the surface, there was an unspoken tension, a silent acknowledgment of the secrets they both carried. And as the press tour continued, Jensen couldn't shake the feeling that their paths were destined to cross once more.

In the quiet moments between interviews, when they were alone backstage, Jensen found himself drawn to Y/N's side. They talked of trivial things – movies, music, anything to fill the silence that hung between them – but underneath it all, there was an undeniable connection that neither could ignore.

“Are you doing the red-carpet thing tomorrow?” He asked her. “Yes, actually.” -” How about… would you like to accompany me?” That question stunned Y/N. “Danneel not going?” -”No, she's staying with the kids.” “Sure, why not.” She answered, Jensen felt his heart jump.

Jensen and Y/N stepped onto the red carpet, the flash of cameras illuminating the night sky like bursts of fireworks. As they posed for the photographers, their bodies almost touching but never quite meeting. Jensen couldn't help but feel the heat of Y/N's presence like a physical force. Her nearness sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a fire deep within him that he struggled to contain.

Their fingers brushed as they walked, sending electric shocks racing through his veins. He longed to reach out and touch her, to pull her close and lose himself in the warmth of her embrace. But he knew he couldn't, not here, not now, with the world watching their every move.

Until...

“Jensen hold her please!”

“Y/N can you turn closer to Jensen!”

“Jensen, Y/N over here! Closer. Please”

“Give him a kiss on his cheek!”

They were asking for it. The temptation was too strong to resist. Jensen found himself turning to Y/N, his heart pounding in his chest while his hand wrapped around her waist. Her hand on his shoulders while the other brushed over his. And as they reached the end of the red carpet he could feel his hand slip even a little lower.

Touching the curve of her behind, kneading soft. He looked into her eyes. Seeing how they had darkened softly bit her lip. Jensen pulled her in, his lips to her ear. "Would you like to get out of here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Y/N's lips curved into a smile, a knowing glint in her eyes. "I'd like that," she replied, her voice low and husky.

And with that, they slipped away from the chaos of the red carpet, disappearing into a back room of the theatre, their lips melted together desperately needing to free the passion that had been building between them for so long. And as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment, Jensen knew that no matter what the future held, he would always crave the touch of Y/N's skin against his own. “I missed you.” He said under his breath while he unzipped Y/N's dress before turning her back around and placing her on a table.

Legs spread while he lowered his pants. He kissed her hard and fast. The slow burning passion they had on their first night had spread into an open fire. His fingers dipped down to her core. Feeling how wet she was made him moan. “I don't think I'm able to go slow today sweetheart.” She bit his lip. “Then don't… take fast and hard.”

The table hit the wall with every thrust. Deep breathing became moans and prayers. They way Y/N begged him to fuck her could get him over the edge. Just by hearing her sweet voice. His thrust became uneven. She pushed him away so she could kneel in front of him. Taking him in her mouth.

“Fuck Y/N…” Jensen's head fell back. Holding her close, guiding her with his large hand. “Good girl. That's it…” He breathed, repeating when he hit the back of her throat. After their quick adventure they dressed back up and got back to the party.

Hearing Karl yell. “There you are! They want one with the cast, come on!”

The paparazzi needed on last shot before they could enjoy the party. Jensen stood slightly behind Y/N, his hand wrapped again around her waist. Pressing her close to his body. While whispering in her ear. “I'm not done with you yet.” Kneading her while she looked back at him, smiling mischievous.

–

Danneel sat at home, her heart heavy as she watched the footage of Jensen and Y/N on TV. The red carpet event played out before her eyes, each frame a painful reminder of the distance that had grown between her and her husband. She saw the way Jensen looked at Y/N, the longing in his eyes impossible to ignore.

She had known something was wrong, she had felt the distance between them growing with each passing day, knowing there was something on her husband's mind. But seeing it play out so publicly was a wound that cut straight to the core. She knew it was her idea to experiment but seeing how Jensen looked at Y/N reminded her of how he used to look at her.

And as the footage continued, Danneel couldn't help but wonder where it had all gone wrong. Had she been blind to the signs, too wrapped up in her own life to see the cracks forming in their relationship? Or had Jensen's heart already begun to stray long before she realized?

Maybe not even he fully realized. And did she just give him a push in the direction of a younger woman? Allowing him to feed the love he felt for another?

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I really feel inspired writing this story. Might make a few more parts, let's see how their relationship evolves.

Please, let me know what you think! Feel free to like, share or comment. Make sure you check out my masterlist.

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