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aqqleshiqqing-archive · 8 months

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omg ok i have a LOT thoughts rn it's about how red blue and jaide were like as kids back in pallet town... and many many more things later down the road

Pre-Champion Era (Gen 1)

So for starters - I'm confident to say that Red had definitely talked a lot more as a kid . I wanna base his character off of the Poke.mon Origins anime where he actively talks and fights with Blue.

Before Red and Blue began their rivalry, these three were best friends since they were all neighbors. They played, talked, and even had sleepovers together (I'm sure it was at Blue's house, and thanks to Daisy Oa.k being the one to look after them). Red and Blue knew they wanted to be Trainers, with Blue's aim to be the Champion (and to get famous along the way) and Red's aim to be the strongest trainer, but without much care for attention - and would even prefer not to be famous because of it.

Between Blue and Jaide, Blue is always the guy to impress and make himself appear cooler and Jaide was always the first to compliment anything and everything he does. Blue basically showers in her compliments for that, so that's why he's always seen interacting with her. With Red and Jaide, Red was always more calm and friendly, patient even - the only person who can get on his nerves really was Blue. Red always expressed his interest in the hidden potential in Poke.mon to which Jaide always listened to him ramble about. Jaide is very sweet to Red as well, always supporting him with affirmations and such. This prompted a small puppy crush on Red towards Jaide - however he kept that as a secret and didn't really know how to approach that.

But when Oak finally allowed Blue and Red to have their own 'mon, that's when their friendship became really competitive and it's hard to say they were really nice now - Oak also offered Jaide a starter 'mon but she denied it, as she thought she wasn't ready for it yet and preferred to just watch from the distance.

So now marks Red and Blue's competitive journey to be better than the other, which meant that they'd go travelling now - leaving Jaide alone back in Pallet Town.

Though, I like to imagine the boys tends to come back to visit Pallet Town if they were nearby/had the Fly move on their 'mon (also just to follow up the fact the player's mom would say "come visit mom again") and this gives them the chance to excitedly find Jaide again and gush about their victories. The boys come at their own time, not at the same time so it's probably a coincidence whenever they come across each other.

There was definitely one time where Red came back to Pallet Town to visit both his mom, and Jaide especially since he loved to hear her talk. But Blue beat him to it and he was busy boasting about his 'mons and Badges to which Jaide of course, praises him. This made Red really sad, so he thought to himself, he shouldn't get distracted with subjective feelings like this if he wants to be the best. So he continued to pursue alone and tried to block off his blossoming crush on her.

Red didn't come back to Pallet Town as much after that moment - but he was already reaching the Indigo League at that point. Eventually Blue was already champion. Jaide knew about Blue's victory through the television and could only cheer from there. Of course, Blue got the fame he wanted. everyone loved him, cheered for him, everyone had to know everything about this young boy.

Red finds out Blue is crowned the new Champion. Blue beat Red to it. Red usually did not care for leadership and only battled strong people JUST to make his 'mons stronger - but this one's personal this time, because it's BLUE. He wants to shut him down for being prideful and prove that he's BETTER than him.

And so he beat him.

The fame got to Red, but it was almost controversial-like because, how can you just switch champions in a week? That's rarity. everyone swarmed to Red, asking about him, wanting to interview him, everything. He didn't know how to talk to them, he was very uncomfortable. He didn't want attention, and this very much bothered him.

Oak was able to stop the people from interrogating Red, saying how "You shouldn't rush this special hour, let him be etc, etc". which shooed off the people. Oak assists Red, registering into being the newer recognized Kanto Champion like how the game does it. However, Red refused. He ran out of the league, not registering himself in.

Even as he ran out of the building, everyone he came across immediately blocked off his path, bombarding him with excitement and several questions and this did NOT bode well with the poor boy. No matter where he went, he was just swarmed with so many people. How can Blue like something to draining?

This is when he decides that if he's gonna be stronger, he doesn't want attention from anyone ever. That's when he flees to Mt. Silver. Though his mind had a lot of thoughts going on even if he wanted to be alone now. He mentally apologizes to Jaide, how he'll probably not see her again in awhile. Hs would've loved to hear her congratulate him, to hear how proud she is of him - but again. Don't let feelings get over your head. He tells himself.

Post-Champion Era (Gen 2)

Blue assumes the role as the newest Viridian Gym Leader and took this time to really ponder over his actions. He was quite disappointed to be just a Gym Leader, since he sees that being one is a lowly tier. This is also when Blue starts to talk to Jaide about Red as well, feeling bad for what happened to him and thought maybe his pride was very toxic. So he learned to tone down his attitude and still kept in touch with Jaide. Let's just say that Blue being separated with Red helped him get Jaide's sweet energy rubbed on him, and minimizing his hostility.

Skip to the actual GSC/HGSS game sequence of events, Jaide and *Ethan now moves to Johto, New Bark Town. Ethan NOW wanted to be a Trainer as well so he went on his own adventure too. Jaide is becoming interested in Pokemon Biology thanks to Blue having his pokemon for her to meet personally.

*Ethan is mostly MIA in the Gen 1 events but he's under Jaide's care most of the time, especially when Blue and Red are out of Pallet Town

Ethan's adventure is the same as the game - though leading up to the actual encounter with Red in Mt Silver, things get a little different.

Red, who's been in the mountain for possibly 2 years, hasn't really met much people aside from Nurse Joy whose PokeCenter was situated just below Mt. Silver, and the Center also doubling as his temporary home. (and since not much people came to the mountain, Nurse Joy appreciated having company)

Ethan is the only person who ever made it to Mt. Silver when Red was there, and they eventually had a battle. Ethan did not know who Red was, (Red did not want to introduce himself) or at least remembered what he looked like. But to Red - Ethan looked quite similar to someone he knew well. But again, he just pushed off those thoughts and accepted this interesting battle. Red lost fair and square to Ethan, and the winner simply smiled at him for a good battle. That smile was all too familiar with Red.

It reminded him of Jaide's. He must be related - that's her brother he was battling. how much time has passed now?

After Ethan left, Red gave himself some time to think about his friends. He's gotten himself holed up alone in the wilderness, not connecting with people he cared anymore, his mom included. Maybe he was getting too obsessed, and thought maybe he had to go back soon. Perhaps check how Blue and Jaide were doing.... but that didn't change his mind quickly, but at least it's a thought he's considering at some point.

He still continued to train alone after that battle, but to his surprise - he had another visitor.

It was Blue, perhaps a few days later since the encounter.

After careful introspection about himself, Blue confessed, and wanted to say sorry for how he acted back then, and told Red how he wanted him to come back to Pallet town and still wanted to be his friend. He even mentioned that Jaide is currently a practicing trainer now. Red, for a moment felt excited to hear that she was alright - until Blue says she's moved to Johto now.

Red was hardheaded, he wasn't just gonna listen to Blue with his apology. So he challenged him to a fight, to see if maybe the battle could change his mind.

Blue lost, and Red was happy - especially with how Blue respectfully took his lose, and congratulated Red. He did change from his old ways - so he decided to listen to Blue and go back to Kanto.

Post-Mt. Silver Events (Gen 4-6 or so)

Red and Blue are now best friends, with slight bit of friendly rivalry. It felt good to be back at home, Red told himself. They were not only friends, but they were now a somewhat popular duo for being the classic legendary young boys who conquered the league, more young Champions emerged after them and they were sometimes thought to be the trendsetter of this theme. Blue helped Red manage his personal social problems and would try to help him out when Red's lost. Within these few years, Red would grow to be a better Trainer, and even entering the Pokemon World Tournament held in Unova where he got recognized again.

Though even after all those years, he still hasn't heard much from Jaide. But Blue tells him that she's been doing well, and in fact is now working with a few professors since she's discovered to be a very excellent Pokemon catcher - he knows this of course, because he still kept in touch with Jaide through e-mailing each other. Red was slightly jealous that Blue could still maintain longtime and distance friendships like that. Perhaps he's hoping he could rekindle with her again?

Red has never gotten to say hi to her though digital communications even if Blue offered him to call her, he was rather shy to do so, but Jaide was eventually aware that he's back, and that she's hoping to meet him again.

The Reunion (Gen 7)

Red and Blue would later learn that they were invited to be the first people to host the Battle Tree in Alola, which they both happily accepted and traveled to. Meanwhile, Jaide was instructed by Oak to visit Alola to collect data on Pokemon who had Alolan regional forms. She was given a free booking to a Grand Hotel, where she'd stay for the time being. And Blue, being the extravagant one, would want to also get the most expensive hotel for his stay in Alola with Red. Although both parties didn't know they'd all go to Alola on the same day.

That is, until they actually met each other.

And that Red and Jaide would see each other again.

#AHEHEHEHEHHEE IM SO SOEIISIIEOSESES #I DECIDED TO GO THE EXTRA MILE AND WRITE THIS WITH PROPER PUNCTUATING AND SUCH AHEHDHYSHEHSURD #ive had this thought on my mind for awhile now... figured i have to archive it here......#~ rambling #♥️ appleshipping #blue.plat #gold.fam #and then the TRUE appleshipping romance begins in gen 7 WEEEEEEE #THIS IS THE PEAK CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS MOMENT #color pallet trio #~ loreposting

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gamermattsgf · 4 months

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Pulling on pigtails // beard Matt

Warnings: smut tehee / beard kink (is this even a thing?? lol) / cunnilingus / ‘good girl’ + ‘little girl’ / thigh kink / hair pulling / soft dom x sub fem reader / seated scissors / praise kink / spit kink / cream pie / hair pulling if you squint

Summary: you and Matt didn’t like each other at all when you were younger. In fact, you hated each other. Or so you thought. Y’know that one saying? That if a boy pulls on a girl’s pigtails it means he secretly likes her? Well… in Matt’s case that was certainly true, it just took him a little bit of growing up to realise.

Author’s notes: childhood enemies to lovers oooo, new trope time. This was a spur of the moment idea that literally popped up into my head during one of my classes. Reminder to pretend the reader is on the pill PLS. And just a quick warning that this one is going to be switching from in between diff time periods if anyone gets confused. Also beard Matt? R u kidding?? *orgasms*.

“Sometime ‘round eighth grade, remember our bodies were changing, you looked at me different…” - Ant Pile, Dominic Fike

•First grade•

You’re playing in the sandpit, just minding your own business by piling hoards of grit into the little bucket you have resting at your side. You intend to make a sandcastle, one of the best sandcastles you’ve ever made.

You stick your tongue out in concentration, your summer dress fit for the sunshine as it adorns your little body. Your sunhat is nestled on top of your head to shield you from the harsh rays that beam down from the sky whilst you busy away with playing by yourself. Packing in the sand tightly and then turning it with expert precision, your small chubby arms lift the mould carefully before you smile widely at the vision of the perfect sculpture placed before you. Well, as perfect as a sculpture of something can be to a 6 year old…

You have your back turned to your surroundings as you marvel at your creation. A mistake. Because, after you place the bucket back to the floor, someone else’s hand grabs a firm hold of one of your pigtails, yanking it backwards. You squeak as you fall onto your behind, covering the dress printed with sweet little strawberries in a myriad of sand before you twist your head at the sound of a childishly mean laugh.

‘Ouch? What was that for?’ Your voice wobbles, your glassy eyes looking at a young Matt who stands and crosses his arms in gleeful cruelty behind you, his dungarees still a little big for him and the slivers of a Spider-Man t-shirt peaking out from under the covers of his denim. He ignores you as he boyishly smirks, his dark blond hair straight and his mouth opening to bully you even further.

‘Ha! You loser. What ya doin’ building sandcastles?’ He jeers as he steps into the sandpit, his new pair of unlaced converse already scuffed up because of the amount of games of tag he’s played with his friends this morning. Suddenly, and to your utter dismay, he doesn’t give you enough time to retort back your upset before he is raising one of his legs and kicking it outwards. It barrels straight into your perfect sandcastle.

‘Building sandcastles is for babies. Babies like you!’ He ridicules as he stomps his foot into the sandcastle that you had just poured your entire heart and soul into creating not even moments ago.

Your fragile eyes well up with tears that drip from your waterline after Matt finishes crushing your craft. ‘That wasn’t very nice…’ you peep with an unmistakable frown on your face and your voice already raggedy with sobs. Matt’s beady blue eyes look at you once more, before he screws his face up and observes the way you cry, still in the position from when he had first snuck up to you and pulled on your hair teasingly.

‘Aww what’s wrong… you gonna cry?’ He feigns a pout as your nose begins to run.

Your little self feels so embarrassed that you’re crying in front of a boy, no less crying in front of Matt. He’s so mean to you. He picks on you all the time. You get no peace from him, you just wish he’d leave you alone, you liked being alone.

Pulling the stuffed animal you take everywhere you go from the floor, you hug it delicately into your chest as Matt jeers a chanting ‘Crybaby! Crybaby! Crybaby!’ Continuously whilst leaping around and pointing at you. You look to the ground shamefully, before you can’t take much more of his abuse. You don’t want to attract any more attention, not even from the parents that all flock together just yards away, huddled around the neighbourhood barbecue. And you certainly don’t want Matt causing you even more grief by calling you a snitch.

So instead, a simple whine is peeped from your throat as Matt steps back out of the sandbox, but not before playing with you once again by knocking off the little flowery bucket hat that had been fixed onto your head. You swipe it back up and dust it off angrily as he giggles and skitters off to go and play another game of hide and go seek with all of the other kids on the neighbourhood block. He turns back around once more to rudely stick his tongue out at you before leaving you all by yourself, now to wallow in your own sadness as you slump next to the destroyed sandcastle.

You just can’t help yourself as your nerve snaps, and as Matt runs away in his baggy dungarees, you squeal a high pitched and defiant ‘Maaaattt!!!’ To emphasises your anger, before huffing and petulantly crossing your arms, your head still kind of emanating a dull ache from where he had pulled your hair earlier.

Like you said, you just wished that annoying boy would leave you alone.

•Now•

‘Matt…’ you moan as he drops your thighs from the fleshy grip of his hands. You fall to your bed.

Within the soft lighting, his beard looks even darker and more prominent as he gazes at you with hungry eyes. Your heart beats down at your clit at wanting his tongue on you as soon as possible.

You and Matt are slightly older now.

At the roaring age of 20, you had bumped into him in your local grocery store after not seeing him for years. You see, you and him had gone to different high schools when you were younger, and sure, you had seen him around your neighbourhood a couple of times before, but it had never been enough to form a proper conversation with him.

Both of you had clearly been shocked at how much your appearances had changed as adults. You found it quite funny really, that the boy from your old neighbourhood block who used to crumple up balls of paper and chuck them at your head childishly, now had himself a beard.

Matt had been too stunned to speak.

Now being the mature young man that he was, he really didn’t expect to see an age old crush of his standing before him and looking just as pretty, if not prettier than she had when in her youth.

In the grocery store, he remembered smiling fondly at you as you both stood in the bread section, before reaching out one of his hands to jokingly tug on one of the pigtails. ‘Still wear around your pigtails huh?’ He had mumbled, a wave of nostalgia hitting the both of you as you looked at each other curiously. You blushed, embarrassed that the day you had decided to plait your hair into pigtails was the day that you would bump into what you considered to be your childhood bully. Typical.

Although, Matt saw you as something completely different at the time - unbeknownst to you.

You had shrugged and smiled sheepishly, replying with a ‘you’ve got a beard now…’ as you pointed towards the dark hair holding up his cheekbones sharply. Matt had softly chuckled and gently dropped his eyes to check you out. ‘Yeah I guess I do’.

As you chatted a little more, both of you decided to stick with each other for the rest of the duration of your grocery trips to catch up. Matt had even walked you out of the store and into the small parking lot. After he had put his groceries away into his car, shutting the trunk and locking it back up again, he felt the need to talk to you further and so shyly asked you out to dinner- which obviously you agreed to.

It was nice to see how much Matt had changed and really grown up, it was refreshing almost. However, that dinner date didn’t end at all like how you expected it would… because to end the evening, Matt had spent the entire night apologetically fucking his cock up into you on your couch, both of your faces sweaty and blushed, soaking in the obvious attraction you had felt towards one another. His hands had tightly intertwined with yours as he pinned them above your head and his mouth had been so close to yours the whole entire time. You remember him releasing whimpering pants against your mouth in between sloppy kisses whilst he mumbled ‘m’sorry… m’so sorry for how I treated you when we were kids…’.

But after you were finished, the endeavour didn’t end there, you didn’t cut off all contact with each other and go back to never speaking again. No. Instead, Matt had boldly asked for your updated number, since both of you now had phones, a luxury that 6 year old you two could have only dreamt of. And he texted you, again and again, and he also came over to fuck you… again and again. He was certainly a lot more straightforward with it now, that’s for sure.

Matt just couldn’t get enough of you, he was fucking obsessed with you, and he took full advantage over the fact that his 20 year old self now had the confidence to pursue you, the confidence that 8th grade Matt lacked.

And so that was that.

Now you are both here, Matt making a routine visit around to your apartment with hungry eyes and a hungry appetite.

The older boy kneels onto your bed, the mattress groaning and squeaking underneath his weight which gets you to shift in anticipated desire as he crawls right over to your awaiting body.

Slipping in between your legs, your hands splay behind you and keep you steady as his lips feather onto yours again, his tongue making easy work of snaking into your mouth and licking against your own. He kneels in between your spread legs, smoothing his hands down your rib cage and sliding them to your hips, before moaning ‘lie down angel’ into your lips, gently helping you by digging his thumbs into your tender flesh.

You fall back, your hair fanning out around you, but your head not quite reaching a pillow, so Matt smacks his lips, leaning over you so he can snatch one and slide it under your head for your comfort.

‘That better for my baby?’ He mumbles with his hands coming to rest under your arms, dangerously close to your swelled tits that had hardened upon his presence. You nod and he smirks, leaning his head down as he simultaneously moves his thumbs onto the pebbles of your nipples, yourself whimpering whilst he rubs them and kisses down into your mouth again.

Matt spent an awful lot of time during your horny fucks trying to make up for his past actions and mean comments by showering you with compliments and babying you as much as possible and it worked to flatter you into wetness every single fucking time.

‘Aren’t you just so pretty…’ he absentmindedly praises against your lips, now slipping the rest of his hands onto your tits to gently squeeze them, resulting in your rosy blush turning to an aroused red.

You swallow, bashful and nervous as he gets you to lean up so that he can slip your thin cotton top from off of your torso.

Throwing it to the floor, he sits back on his haunches to admire your bare tits, dewy and flushed whilst you look away in embarrassment.

‘Stop staring…’ you mumble shyly, but he only frowns, reaching his hand forward to grip your chin and turn it back to his face. ‘But why? They’re mine are they not? You’re my little girl… not anyone else’s… beautiful things should be looked at’ he starts, and once again, you feel the gush and drip of your arousal seeping through your underwear.

His voice dims to a whisper… ‘and beautiful things should be touched… shouldn’t they angel?’ He asks a rhetorical question before his hands find your tits again.

You falter, moaning a little when his mouth comes next, fully attaching itself to your right one so that his tongue can roll over your sensitivity, he hums and your back arches when you grip onto his floppy hair, his palms now caressing your waist. ‘Fuck…’ you quietly breathe into the air, nearly having to bite your lip and suppress a groan when Matt cheekily mumbles ‘is my little girl trying to use big girl words now?’ into you tits.

His tongue drips saliva all over them, and when he pulls away the freshly coated skin shines within the light, before he goes to suck on your left one.

Matt likes to spend extra time on every inch of your body, every inch of your skin, before he really gets what he wants, which is a taste of the delicate cherry nestled in between your honeyed thighs.

Leaning his chin on your breastbone, he watches the way you have your head thrown back in ecstasy like a lion, before he leans back up to roll both his sweater and his shirt up and over his head, soon discarding his own clothes. Then, he slips his thumbs into your pyjama shorts, taking them off and almost drooling at the sight of your baby pink panties, soft with a little bow at the stitch of them.

Some things never change. Your incessant love for the colour pink ever since you‘ve been a little kid being one of them.

This makes Matt’s cock throb, and he drips pre-come into his boxers at the sight of his little girl with her tits out, all hot and bothered just for him as he leers over her.

Suddenly, you pipe up in a gentle voice, being careful with your inquire which makes Matt’s heart melt and his cock even harder.

‘Can… can I have your special kisses now, please?’

Matt nods his head, stroking his hands down the backs of your thighs as he dreamily muses ‘of course you can angel… such a good girl for asking so nicely, aren’t you?’.

His praise naturally rolls off of his tongue like melted chocolate, and his hands make you ache. Finally, he leans down, before nudging his nose against your throbbing nerve, mumbling a starved ‘these panties are so pretty little girl… I think I’m going to keep them so that I can wrap them around my cock whilst I think of you when I touch myself’.

With that being said, you let out a strangled breath, your back yet again arching and your toes curling as his thumbs slip into the waistband of them to pull them off.

After they roll off, Matt shoves them into his back jean pocket, wasting no time in diving back down and spreading your thighs open for him whilst he caresses them. He squeezes them when you hiss at the feeling of his tongue licking into you, his head nestled right in between your thighs so that he can look up at your face over-protectively.

Matt’s facial hair is long enough for you to feel his bearded face harshly graze along each side of your thigh whilst his jaw works mercilessly. The rough hairs rub against your core when his nose nudges against your folds to get better access and you arch your back into the air at the sensation of it.

‘Matt- that feels so good… please-’ you beg, not being able to help yourself as you grab his hair and keep him there, squeezing your thighs around his head so that you can guiltily feel his facial hair better as he licks into you.

‘Yeah? Am I treating my little girl well hm? Am I taking care of her like I said I would?’ He teases, bringing his face up to look right into your eyes from between your legs, obviously happy with the noises he has managed to force out of you thus far.

You nod your head, humming aggressively before you buck your hips up, wanting him to continue for a little while longer… and so he does, except this time, something changes within the swirling motions of his tongue.

Instead of his usual strokes and licks, he slows his wet muscle down, making you realise within the suggestive motions that he is spelling out an ‘M’ on your clit. After the ‘M’ he slowly kisses it once, before spelling out an ‘A’. Your stomach drops and churns with desire at the possessive yet erotic nature of the action.

Soon after a continuation of kisses, two ‘T’s are spelt out, and finally an ‘S’…

Matt’s…

Your clit belongs to Matt, and he makes that very clear with the flick of his tongue and the look he gives you as he gazes up at you whilst spitting on it to get it wetter with his own saliva.

‘You’re fucking mine’ he throatily speaks with a deep hoarseness to his voice, and your stomach rises and falls with laboured breaths.

‘Yes… yes I’m all yours!’ You whine into the air, looking down at Matt just as lustfully as he looks up at you, your past hatred of each other all washing away as you find comfort within the tangle of your limbs.

Then Matt hums. ‘You’ve been such a good girl for me, letting me have you like that…’ he strokes your thighs yet again in adoration, resting his bearded chin on your pubic bone whilst lustily flitting his eyes up to you.

You smile at how similar yet different he looks to you now, both of you enthralled completely with each other. Past pains and experiences are wiped clean from the new slate you selected for your lives as soon as you had bumped into each other that one time in the grocery store.

•Fourth grade•

You’re on a field trip with your fourth grade class to your local aquarium.

You mind your own business, sticking out like a sore thumb as you trail behind everyone else, walking at the back by yourself. But you don’t feel lonely, you feel content at finally having peace. As the rest of your class chatters in groups happily, squealing and marvelling at all of the colourful fish, you prefer to admire them in quiet silence, walking right up to the glass and staring at their delicate fins before each time, seeing that the rest of the class has moved on and running to catch up with them.

You had just exited the underwater tunnel through the shark tank, looking at the floor to see their sleek grey bodies gliding underneath you before entering the jellyfish room. There are tanks upon tanks of different colourful jellies, some poisonous and some harmless, but all of them equally as beautiful with their trailing tendrils of stingers. You gasp quietly, your eyes sparkling as you run up to a massive tank full of a glowing purple and green species that float and dance about in the deep blue water aimlessly.

You press your hands up to the glass in childlike wonder, your nose almost touching the thick material whilst you scan over them and try to count how many are in the tank.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes watch your back, he too, by himself as his group of friends had left him to go and look at a tank full of long orange jellyfish. He hides behind a small tank in the centre of the room, shyly peaking around the corner at you and trying to think of a way he can poke at you.

He bites his nails and hums, wanting an excuse to walk up and tease you since he hasn’t already done so today. Ultimately, he decides to creep up behind you, smirking quickly at the creative idea that shoots through his mind whilst looking at your dad’s old baseball cap sitting on your head.

His quiet walk soon turns into a quick bursting sprint, allowing him to race up to you and pluck your hat from off of your head before you have the time to register who it even is. You yelp and spin around in fear, your hand slapped on top of your now bare head as you look at a proud Matt in horror and fear. Your heart rate quickens. You were so scared of him.

‘HEY! Give me that back!!’ You bravely demand, your attention now distracted from the jellyfish and fixating upon the wicked boy who smirks and holds it up above his head. You go to reach for it, but realise in dismay that you aren’t tall enough. Matt had annoyingly had a boyish growth spurt over the winter break and was now a couple of inches taller than you.

You feel sick in worry as your heart rattles against your ribcage.

‘Ha! Nice try’ he cackles, extending his hand up even further when you wobble onto your tiptoes to try and reach for it. To steady your balance, you have to grapple your hand onto one of Matt’s shoulders to stretch upwards and he secretly blushes, not too sure as to why your touches seems to give him conflicted feelings of affection. You whine when he only leans up onto his tiptoes too, again, pushing your hat up further from your reach.

‘Matt this isn’t funny’ you struggle, smacking your lips and extending out your body as far as you can, before he starts to wave about his arm to dodge your clawed hand. He only giggles deviously in return.

Once, just once, you’d wish for him to not pester you when you’re minding your own business, you were enjoying your little day trip out, and this just ruined it all.

‘Yes it is’ he retorts back. But before he can take his jest any further, your fourth grade teacher Mrs Banks notices your little ruckus and decides to intervene, much to your immediate relief.

‘Matthew Sturniolo!’ She calls and Matt suddenly goes rigid, the hairs on the back of his neck raising as he turns to look at her sheepishly whilst her short high heels clack towards you two. You relax, knowing that Matt is probably most likely going to be told off. And you’re right when she berates him and forces him to hand you back your hat and apologise.

For the rest of the school trip you stay glued to Mrs Bank’s side, fearful that trailing at the back will only make you more of a target for Matt’s vicious onslaught of teasing once again. But Matt stays put with the rest of his friends, only giving you periodic glances and death stares after being chastised by your teacher.

You went home that day feeling dejected and Matt went home feeling confused and frustrated. Because why is it, that he enjoyed teasing you so much. So much so to the extent where he didn’t think he could go a day without it?

•Now•

‘Do you think you’re ready for my cock now angel…?’ He questions, before answering the question himself when he leans upwards to unbuckle his belt, the metal jingling as he threads it through his belt loopholes and onto the floor.

Then his pants come next, leaving him almost as exposed as you, before he bends back down and digs his hands underneath your body, scooping you up effortlessly and cushioning you into his lap. His hands freely trail, groping and squeezing your thighs so hard that when he removes them, they leave little red marks and crescent moon nail imprints into your flesh.

You kiss frantically once again, desperate to engulf your scents over each other’s skin whilst you place your thumbs on either sides of his cheeks. His tongue is hot and sticky, your connection so messy that sometimes you accidentally get spit over the skin around your mouths. As you stroke your fingers over his jaw and cheekbones, you feel his bristly facial hair and clench your soaked thighs at its roughness, remembering the way it sharply rubbed against the insides of your spread legs just moments ago.

‘Please- please can I have your thigh…?’ You politely ask into his lips, your beg coming out breathless and whimpered. Matt sighs, ‘but baby… I wanna have your gut…’. You pull away and pout in sadness, and Matt’s heart sinks at the look on your face, again, the guilt of his past coming to haunt him. Just then, he thinks of an idea.

‘Why don’t we compromise then…’ your face lights up and you nod.

‘What do you want me to do…?’ You trail off and clench again when Matt pinches one of your thighs. Matt smirks, and then crunches his stomach so that he can lower his back onto your mattress, yourself still sitting on his lap. ‘Take these off angel…’ he mumbles, referring to his boxers that conceal his dripping cock. You obey him without question, the angel comment driving you to the edge as you hook your hands into his pants and slide them down. You get up from off of his lap momentarily to remove them from his haired thighs and toss them onto the floor before returning your full attention to the way his cock stands and almost visibly pulses.

‘What now?’ You breathe and watch Matt’s grin as his head props itself up onto your stack of pillows. ‘Back on my lap n’turn around… let me see that ass’ he instructs lightly, his voice soothing and encouraging as you squint your eyes and turn your back to him in confusion. Swinging one of your legs over to his other hip, you sit on his pelvic bones, the sight of his sticky red tip dripping from just below you.

‘Spit on it.’ He demands once again, this time in a more commanding tone. Again, you do exactly as he says and let a thick string of saliva pour from out of your mouth. It splatters right onto his head and he hisses as it slowly rolls its way down the left side of his thickness. ‘Good girl…’ he struggles, his voice forced through his gritted teeth.

‘Now put one of your legs in between mine and sit on my cock’, you obey him quickly, your core aching to feel his shaft forcing your walls apart as you hoist you left leg in between his so that you can now sit on top of him at an angle. Gravitating upwards, you grip onto him and push his tip in between your folds. Slowly sliding down you let out a gulping pant before fully sitting your ass back down over his bulging hipbone. Matt tips his head back and feathers his eyes shut before willing himself to slide the thigh nestled in between your two legs upwards.

He brings it up just far enough for you to grind your clit over it when you start to move.

‘There’s your thigh angel’.

He smirks whilst looking at your back, your ass so tantalisingly sat on him that he could burst at any moment. He feels the heat from your clit emanating towards his thigh readily and it makes his mouth water.

Your chest heaves as you look down at his haired thigh wedging open your legs, the hard muscle of it brushing against your clit ever so slightly. After a couple of moments of silence and heaving breaths, Matt decides to reach out his hands to smooth them against the curves of your hips, his palms splayed on the sides of your asscheeks. ‘Is my little girl gonna move then, hm?’ He hums tauntingly, before helping you a little by rocking you forward and flexing his thigh towards you so that you can grind it onto your clit.

Your breath hitches and one of your hands comes flying up to firmly grasp ahold of his bent kneecap, the other one gripping onto the bedsheets at your side.

He starts to move you gently, his cock slipping in and out of your cunt slickly whilst your weeping clit is continuously stimulated on his thigh. You bite your lip, tossing your head back and arching your spine into the rest of his thigh whilst he keeps his eyes trained on the way your ass shakes gently with every swivel of your bouncing hips.

‘Thaaaat’s it… that’s my good girl’ he coos up to you with his raspy voice, admiring you from the back whilst you get off to him in the scissored seating arrangement.

‘Matt… this feels so good- please don’t… don’t stop…’ you whine through a moan, twisting your neck back slightly so that you can watch the way Matt’s mouth opens through pants, his cheeks pink with bashfulness as he guides your hips with his veiny hands. He hits all of your sweet spots at once this way.

‘Don’t worry angel face… m’not stopping until I make you cum the amount of times I made you cry…’.

•Eighth grade•

Matt and you are 13 now. Both going into eighth grade. Matt had been away at a summer camp all break and within that expanse of time you had developed a bit, both inwardly and more importantly… outwardly.

When you both return to school he isn’t quite expecting the sudden change in your appearance and he wonders how someone could morph so much in such a small amount of time… Going into your teenage years is certainly a perilous time for both of you because for one, your bodies are changing and your hormones are only just starting to activate properly, and two, Matt is finally getting to understand that possibly… affectionate feelings of his turn into acts of bullying when he likes someone.

That someone being you.

Matt’s 13-year-old self stands there, with gangly, growing limbs as he quietly ogles at you from afar, feeling awkward and self conscious in his own teenage boy body. What are these fucking feelings? Why are they so confusing? And why can’t they just leave him alone?

He watches you walk down the corridor towards him, his heart nervously thumping in his chest. He thinks you’re going to just walk past him, until he sees that you’re walking straight for him instead. He freezes, and almost pisses himself in fear with his fingers twitching and his eyes widened.

Quick Matt, think of something mean to say to her before it’s too late.

‘Excuse me’ you say bravely, trying to force down your nerves in front of a Matt, who clearly came back from summer camp with a gorgeous tan, his also usually dark brown hair bleached slightly lighter thanks to the sun. You thought it had been odd when his blonde hair back in first grade had slowly started to darken until he had turned into a brunette, but now you were used to it.

‘What?’ Matt mumbles, a little spaced out.

You raise your eyebrows at him. ‘Um… you’re standing in front of my locker I think’ you say, scared as to why he could be standing in front of your locker. Matt tried his hardest to shove down any nerves in front of you before scoffing and stepping to the side. He rolls his eyes.

‘Oh great, more than a hundred lockers in school and I get stuck next to yours’. Ah, so that’s why he is standing here… his locker is right beside yours. Great. You wince. You anticipate a mean comment from him every time you interact with him, but it doesn’t get any easier taking it. Guess that summer camp spirit he would have been surrounded with didn’t change his tune as much as you had hoped it would have.

‘Believe me, I’m not happy about it either’ you spit back, and shove past his lean figure to get to your locker. You start to put in your combination.

Matt blows a huff of air from out of his lips, crossing his arms and fidgeting about awkwardly behind you.

‘Knowing- knowing my luck… I’ll probably get stuck in the same class as you too’ he stutters, inwardly scolding himself for literally losing the ability to summon his normally quick witted attitude. Instead he stumbles over his words like an idiot. You only shake your head and sigh, shoving a note pad into the metal compartment before slamming it shut and re-locking it. ‘Whatever Matt’ you scoff and strut away, leaving Matt almost gripping the wall and heaving a sigh of relief when you’re gone.

But then later that day, it really is just your luck. Because both you and Matt end up walking into the exact same math class together, the two of you collectively sighing, but for vastly different reasons.

•Now•

‘Fuck you always feel so good’ Matt whines deliriously. ‘You’re perfect… just perfect for me’. The air around the both of you is hot, your skin rough and sticky with sweat whilst the sound of the bed squeaking underneath your bounces harmonises with your moans. You feel like crying in ecstasy, you love it when Matt’s cock makes you feel so full, because it helps to sate your appetite and you look forward to him coming around everytime he texts that he’s going to drop by.

You are so fond of how mature he is, how old he looks. It makes you squeeze your thighs together. And now he grows his beard out just for you because you say you like it so much, until it gets a little too long and he has to shave it again. But whenever it’s at that perfect stage, he always spends multiple nights around at your apartment, just so that you can utilise it. Matt doesn’t mind, he fucking loves it. Anything to make you happy.

‘I’m… I’m your good girl’ you breathe back to him, his thigh now almost soaking with sticky precum and spit whilst you grind you clit onto him and ride his cock simultaneously. ‘You’re my good girl’ he responds back reassuringly, the possessiveness in his tone only making you squeeze around him more. He doesn’t bother to bite his hand to hide his whimpers of pleasure because he knows you deserve to hear them, deserve to see the way you make him feel after all of these long winded years of unsolved feelings and pain.

You swivel on him a little longer, your tits bouncing rhythmically before pressure knots your stomach tightly together. Your mouth hangs slack as your shoulders heave more than normal. ‘Baby… baby I think I- I’m gonna cum’ you utter a high pitched breath to him, and he nods, rubbing his thumbs over your ass cheeks comfortingly as he helps speed you up a little faster. It drives him fucking feral when you call him baby, because he’s so fucking selfish and possessive over you.

‘Go on angel… cum all over me like a good girl’ he states once again, which is enough for the tight tension within your gut to snap. Waves upon waves of euphoria rush all down your thighs, your high lasting for a good while. Within this time, Matt’s breath similarly hitches, and it’s not long before he’s creaming his load into you too, ropes of cum dripping down your walls and around his now extremely slimy member whilst he thrusts you into oblivion and exemplifies your orgasm.

After they are over, you messily collapse backwards, your chest heaving thickly as you laugh. Your sweaty skins lies flushed against Matt’s whilst you rest on top of him. He smiles gently at your little giggle before scooping his arms up to tuck them underneath your tits. Using his upper body strength, he gently slides you up his torso a little farther so that he can cuddle you into him closely. He kisses your head gently, before moving on to kiss the shell of your ear as well. In doing this, his cock is slowly removed from your spent hole, allowing you to both relax in tired exhaustion.

Matt closes his eyes whilst nuzzling his nose into your hair. You delicately place your hands onto his forearms that wrap tightly around your chest. You stare at the ceiling before mumbling ‘who would’ve thought…’ down to Matt, who simply grumbles in questioning from below you. ‘That the guy who I thought used to hate me ended up in my bed a couple of years later’. You snigger and Matt smacks his lips, opening one of his eyes to turn and peek at your side profile from below you.

‘I never hated you… not really…’.

Author’s notes p.2: I just love Dominic Fike bro, any excuse to put his songs in one of my stories. No because I actually love this plot line, aren’t they just cuties?? I hope u guys were okay with visualising the position I had them in bc I gotta tell you, I was squinting my eyes trying to write it so that it made sense lmaoo. @luvmila444 u are so so welcome for this, sorry for the wait bbg :(. Also the blogs that are in bold on my taglist- I’m so sorry but for some reason tumblr isn’t recognising your names so I don’t think I’ve been able to tag u properly :/. But anyways I hope u all enjoyed this, and as always, ask/request anything, I love answering shit hehe.

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quirklessidiot · 6 months

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title: Y/N and her boys [sneak peek] pairing : Upper classman/popular kid!Gojo Satoru x F!reader, Exchange student!Eren Jaeger x F!reader, MMA Fighter/Celebrity!Ryomen Sukuna x F!reader, Childhood Bestfriend!Aki Hayakawa x F!reader, Varsity football player!Itoshi Rin x F!reader (use of she/her pronouns) Genre: Alternate Universe-University setting, romance, fluff, angst (if you squint), slice of life, drama, all cliche romance genres unite! (Based on the Manhwa, Bunny and her Boys)

Summary: Y/N’s denied the existence of pretty boys and god forbid she’d ever end up dating one yet with one horrid break-up, she decides that relationships aren’t just meant for someone stupid like her but the problem is — five of them suddenly appear and god, why does it seem like they can’t get enough of her?

General warning for the story: mild sexual content, cliche tropes (help), mahito is his own warning, minor character death, mentions of depression, a lot of second-hand embarrassment from y/n's part (shes not a cool girl, SHE IS A BUBBLING MESS AND THATS OK <33), insecurities, bullying, and mentions of cheating Notes: english isn't my first language! (dont judge me) this multi-chaptered story will probably be 20-30 chapters (idk) in ao3. you can totally tell this story is rooted from self-indulgence LMFAO. Im not sure if i should cross post it but im leaning towards ao3 more either ways, can't wait to release this on friday!

also can u guess who she ends up with :P rb’s are appreciated yay FULL VERSION IS RIGHT HERE!

SNEAK PEAK

“Maybe…Maybe we should break up.”

There's another round of silence between you two, and you know that you can’t exactly take it back anymore since you had said it loud and clear, “Woah, woah, I told you I wasn’t with Misa.” his voice turns louder, and the background noises are good as gone as if he had left the noisy place, “Where are you? I’m coming to get you-”

“I said,” you try to control the stammering of your voice, trying to avoid the stares of the people who cast odd glances, “We’re done. I don’t want to see or hear from you again.” and before he could let another excuse out of his mouth, you end the call. It is only now that you notice how your legs have been quivering and your mouth has gone dry, seemingly like a pup who had just been born and trying to walk. You lose your footing and sit down on the dirty pavement.

No tears were shed at that very moment, probably because you were only stupefied, and it was written clearly on your face that this wouldn’t be something you’d recover anytime soon. Heck, you couldn’t even grasp the idea entirely that someone you’ve been friends with for years and, eventually, a lover would do that to you.

Was it as easy as a snap of a finger?

“Miss? Miss?” someone calls out, but it only bounces back to him like an echo in a cave. You remain still, eyes blinking rapidly while the rest of your face is slack. Everyone around you continued to move, but you remained there like a decorated statue.

“Miss? Christ, you’re about to be–” the husky voice also stops, and it’s only now that you look up to find a man. He seems stocky but, simultaneously, smaller, as if he didn’t want to come off as intimidating when he maintained eye-to-eye contact.

He is incongruous with everyone who walks by since he desperately tries to hide his features with a baseball cap and a dark face mark. The only thing you can see are strands of his bleached hair, his eyes that resemble the sunshine that peeked through the glasses of whiskey, and the swirls of ink becoming visible underneath his coat when he stretches out his arm.

If this were any other day, you’d run in the opposite direction because he looked like an unscrupulous loan shark, but your body remains in a state of unknown fatigue that you just wanted to stay still.

You watch as his face softens, the lines on his forehead somewhat disappearing when he watches the color bleed from your face. “...Alright…” he stops, squinting as he crouches to your level. His thick thighs encompass the rough expanse of his straight jeans, and you wondered if he had been an athlete or something. Aside from his built, his presence was rather invigorating, “oh…” he continues, “Sorry, you-uh…” The confidence he had to throw you off is gone like the evening dust as he motions his index finger up and down his face.

At that moment, you feel something wet running down your cheek. It seemed like the waterworks were late.

You didn’t want to be a pity party in front of anyone, and you’d expect there to be only bystanders, not ‘good samaritans’.

You sniffled, violently wiping the tears away as you felt your ribs were too tight when you took one long breath, “I’m fine…” you respond monotonously.

Who were you even fooling?

“Right…” you carefully watch him take out a handkerchief, “Fine, sitting on a dirty pavement near my car doesn’t make you look fine, Miss.” he prodded.

“Well, what do you care, anyways?” you tried to keep your voice from cracking, but the stranger showed no qualms of anxiety or fear, nor did he seem mad at your snappy attitude. The blue handkerchief is laid on his palm, waiting for you to take it, yet you exhibit no signs of accepting his kindness. Instead of forcing you through like the usual status quo, he returns it to his pockets.

The odd man.

“Well, for one, I don’t want to run your feet over since I’m parked over here,” he thumbs towards the black jeep that’s parked in front of you, “And my mom didn’t raise me to leave a girl sitting alone, crying her eyes out…”

“Well, did your mom tell you to mind your own business, as well?” your body remains heavy and distant from the stranger, not minding if it came off as rude, but you’ve always been wary of them, especially the ones who claimed to be nice. You wouldn’t be swayed even if you were in a vulnerable place.

He sucks in a deep breath, quite surprised that you had the energy to exchange a vehement response to him. Weren’t you just about to bawl your eyes out?

“Well, you honestly looked like you deserve some niceness after whatever happened.” he conceded, remaining suspiciously friendly, “Piece of advice, though, if it’s a guy, he’s not worth it.”

“I-what makes you think it’s a guy?” there it goes again, the unknown tightening of your throat and the way the gummy lids on your eyes would heat up as if a pipe of water was about to burst and flood the segways any moment.

“It’s always an asshole who doesn’t seem to know how to treat a woman right.” he lamely explains, and slowly but hesitantly, as if he was waiting for you to move away, he places one hand on top of your hand.

Unlike a while ago, you weren’t as hostile, but you were confused about why the stranger suddenly did this and didn’t seem to tilt away like you usually would, “So go home tonight, Miss. Cry it out and wake up tomorrow for yourself. You’ll be fine.”

You don’t even see his entire face, but the way he gently caresses your hair as if you were a long-time friend had your lips quivering, and without even realizing it, your torso bends forward. You bury your face in your arms, finding solace in your makeshift fetal position.

The stranger says nothing more; honestly, you didn’t even mind. His newfound presence is comforting.

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obsessive-valentine · 3 months

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Just suddenly thought of it, but I'm imagining your Yan!Fae wants to increase the love between them and their lover (the lover will probably be colder after the kidnapping) and he started thinking of a way, What would it be like for a lover who wants to read books but the books in the library are written in a language they cannot read (I think every race or country would have their own form of writing). I think he will take advantage of that to get closer, like teaching them the words and then praising them (he intentionally kisses their cheeks).

Yandere!Childhood-Friend-Fae x Kidnapped-GN!Reader

Fae 100% have their own language and many variations so it can be difficult for a human to grasp, love this idea. He just wants closeness and to recreate the love he had from reader in his childhood but went about it the wrong way lol -let him try win your favour again ❤️

You wanted to hate him but you knew the person he used to be was still in there, you grew up with those eyes and that smile and a part of you missed him.

But his voice is different and hes dauntingly tall, he’s colder even if it’s unintentionally he’s not as relaxed and innocent as he used to be. You can’t bring yourself to think of him like you used to, he’s now your kidnapper who slightly resembles your beloved childhood friend.

Stuck in the limbo of not hating but not liking his presence, a indifference badly masking your fear and mourning for your old life. He could tell you were troubled and expected it from such a fragile human, you always were so empathetic and emotional as a kid.

Before he could begin recounting those memories he snapped himself out of it. “Not getting any damn work done” he huffed to himself before standing up from his desk making the dark wood chair scrape against the floors and closing the ink pot for his pen before leaving the room.

He found you sitting comfortably in one of the various lounge rooms of the house, this one you’d taken to most. The sofas were plush and the room wasn’t to big, the carpet and fireplace made it somewhat homely. He lingered in the door way watching you with amusement as you sprawled out on the sofa dramatically, staring at the carved details on the ceiling.

He wondered what you were thinking, you hardly talked to him anymore and tried to slip away from his company any chance you’d get. “Hello love” he started with his knuckles grazing gently on the door like a quiet knock in an attempt to not spook you. Your head tilted awkwardly to look at him with an expecting face “what are you doing in here?” He continues while inviting himself in.

“Nothing, there’s nothing to do. I can’t go outside without you, no sane person to talk to nor books to read” you ranted turning away from him once again, he let the jab about his sanity slide “Ive got a whole library” he replied plainly. You sent him a nasty glare but he stood unmoving just now with a slight grin sneaking on his face.

The smile made it blantantly obvious he was messing with you, you huffed and went back to looking at the ceiling. “Yes I know you can’t read those books but what I’m suggesting is I teach you” you didn’t bother look at him this time instead answering with silent rejection, you rather not be stuck in a room with your captor for hours.

“Suit yourself” his hand gently ran over your hair “I’ll be downstairs if you change your mind” he mentioned rather softly before taking his hand back and leaving the room.

...

That offer was sounding really nice after another boring hour passed, every evening he’d take you for a walk around his gardens but that was hours away and it felt weird and lonely that he was bothering you much less than usual. You knew deep down that he was playing yet another game with your head, making you come to him but you stopped caring about your dignity when the silence became deafening.

Slowly you tiptoed down the lush carpeted stairs and peaked over the banister during a moment of doubt, ultimately you decide to walk to the door. You didn’t knock, you became to nervous, instead you stood and peered into the crack of the door. Before you could turn around “you okay out there love?”

You pushed the door open fully, the book he occupied himself with was already closed in his lap and he sat expectingly. “Come here” he demanded calmly, when you were close enough he gently pulled you down into his lap “change your mind?”

“I’ll go mad if I can’t read” you replied bluntly. You are glad he didn’t push further, instead he sat back comfortably dragging you with him “The books I read are more academic, probably bore you to death”

He reached over to another book laying on the side table “-this book is probably easier to read, a fantasy” there were no other books in the room, you realised that he’d picked that out for you and was waiting for you to come to him. He’d predicted this and it made heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, it was frustrating that he’s always right and knows it.

He pulled it in front of you and began teaching you letter by letter and word by word. The whole time not letting you off his lap, it had been maybe 2 hours of repeating sentences after him, but it went by fast. You were so focused and quite comfortable.

So focused you you wouldn’t question it when his hands began wandering down your sides, or tracing your thighs followed by hums of approval. And it would only get worse as days went on quicks kisses on your shoulders then your nape, cheek and eventually grabbing you cheeks to kiss you on the lips.

That night after a walk and dinner he took you to pick out your own book from the library, and instead of going to bed and read his own book as you drift to sleep you both slowly read the first chapter together at candle light. He even rummaged through his draws to find a delicate metal book mark once you both decide to get to sleep.

...

At some point you’d gotten the hang of reading, but he wouldn’t stop there. No, he enjoyed having you in his lap while he taught you what each word meant or correcting your speech. Instead, one morning he calls you into his study and pulls you into his lap.

“You’re getting much better at reading, you’re going to learn to write it now” he left no room argument and handed you the expensive looking dip pen. He liked this activity much more because he had yet another excuse to touch you, for most of it his hand gently hovered over yours, correcting any mistakes. He would lean close over your shoulder so he could read what you were writing but really he’s just pressing himself gains you as close as he can.

You signed up for more than you realised.

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quinnylouhughesx43 · 24 days

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Peter

based off of Taylor Swift’s song from The Tortured Poets Department

warning: a bit sad, longing for ex-lover, use of y/n

Ethan Edwards x fem!Reader

summary: Ethan and reader childhood friends —> lovers —> break up —> reader heartbreakingly waiting for his return.

author’s note: the photos are intended to tell the story them growing up. the last last picture are two quotes from the book “better than the movies” by Lynn Painter. (can be found on Amazon, books a million, barnes & noble, etc. links were too long to post)

Ethan and (y/n)’s older childhood friends always joked the two would fall in love one day. It was always a big laugh between the two of you because what business do 8 year olds have thinking about love?

In a blink of an eye you’re dancing at your end of the year eighth grade formal together, your heart has never reacted the way it was at that specific moment. Confused and a bit scared you kept your head staring at the floor while your hands were firmly placed on Ethan’s shoulders. His hands placed awkwardly on your waist. He cleared throat and paused both of your movements. “Hey (y/n)? Can I do something and you promise you not get mad if you don’t like it? We can just forget about it after if it’s weird.” His words were rushed and hands shaking. Your eyes connected with his, a slight nod yes to confirm you were okay with whatever it was he was asking for. As if the world moved in slow motion and no one else was in the school’s lobby, where the formal was happening but the two of you, Ethan ducked his head down just the few inches he needed to in order to give a quick kiss.

The first kiss for both of you.

Awkward, yet not weird for either of you. The beginning of what turned into a long beautiful journey. Until it wasn’t beautiful.

꧁꧂

“(Y/N) I am so tired of this repetitive argument. It happens over and over. I got accepted to Michigan and I got a scholarship for hockey. Their program is notorious for building up their athletes and getting them drafted. Drafted! You’ve known since we were kids that the NHL is what I wanted for myself.” Ethan tried to keep himself composed until he couldn’t. His desire, compassion, and dedication to chasing his dream often overshadowed his love and dedication to you. His childish mannerisms peaking through. “I just want to know where I fit into this plan? This future of yours.” You tried to keep your voice strong and unwavering but just like each time before the lump in your throat prevented you from even being able to breathe properly.

He sat down on the edge of your bed. Quiet minutes passed before he finally spoke again. “Maybe there isn’t an us in the future..” His words are so quiet you aren’t sure if you heard him correctly. “E?” You whimpered. Tears streaming one after the other. He didn’t look at you right away. Knowing if he did his resolve would shatter.

Taking a deep breath, starting over. Looking at you after a couple minutes had passed by and leaning over to wipe your cheeks dry. “I know this is going to be hard to hear. It’s killing me to even say it. It killed me to even think about it recently. I’m going to be gone for a long time for school. I won’t be returning home. My parents will be coming there over the holidays. It will be easier with training. I can’t ask you to sit here while you’re going to school yourself and be tied to me. Especially when we will never see each other. Neither of us have the money for traveling to and from. I’ve been so physically sick thinking about leaving you. We’ve only argued since I decided but honey this is what’s best for me and my dreams. I’m sorry I’m being so selfish but I can’t pass this up. If I stay here I take a chance at never having an opportunity at the NHL at least I know I’ll have an opportunity there.” Your tears stopped at some point. Sadness turned to numbness. Lost to the words he was saying.

“(Y/N/N). I can go and grow up while I’m gone. Get drafted. Or not. Then I’ll come find you if you’re still single. . We can live our dreams then. I just can’t ask you to sit here and be miserably alone.” Pressing a quick kiss to your forehead he left your house. That was the last thing he said to you in person. You didn’t see him again before he left. He tried but you declined. Not wanting to hurt anymore than you already were.

꧁꧂

You just watched Ethan’s NHL debut with the New Jersey Devil two weeks ago. Pride swelled in your heart for him but heartbreak also overtook you. He never came back for you. You’re both 24 now, he could’ve come back after college since he was drafted pre-degree but he never did. Since ‘goodbye for now’ turned into ‘goodbye’ you sat down at your desk and started writing him a letter. You were going to mail it to his mom’s house. She can mail it to him.

Dear Ethan,

I hoped you'd return with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you'd learned because love is never lost when perspective is earned and you said you would come and get me, but we were only 17. My shelf life on the fantasies has expired. Please forgive me, Ethan, I really tried to hold on to the days you were mine. But the young girl turned into a woman who sits by her window has turned out the light.

You said you were going to grow up and you were going to come find me. Promises that were oceans deep, but never to keep.

Sincerely,

(Y/N)

Little did you know he was back in town at his parents’ house and received the letter himself. He was there to see you. He was back for you now that he was settled and could care for you both properly. But he was too late. You had shut the door on him. You stopped supporting him quietly. Stopped following the scores of the games and watching. . Ethan played the rest of the season terribly, not having his number fan, supporter there. It didn’t matter if he knew or not that she was always cheering him on. It just solidified for him, he no longer had his rock. His reason for being. That he fucked up all those years ago. That he no longer had a reason for what he thought was his dream. His dream was really your dreams. He wanted the future you wanted with him and now he will never have it all because of his selfishness back at 17.

#ethan edwards #umich hockey #umich fic #umich imagine #y/n #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards x y/n #Ethan Edwards fic #Ethan Edwards blurb #hockey fic #hockey blurb #cay writes #cays masterlist #nhl #new writers on tumblr #new jersey devils #nj devils #nj devils fic #hockey

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444rockstargf · 7 months

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hii, i luv ur writing!!

could you pls do a fluffy charlie fic where the reader and charlie have been friends since middle school and the reader is a bimbo but she rlly likes him and he’s got no idea but ofc he rlly likes her too 🤭

they could maybe be at a party or he could be tutoring her? whatever you write will be amazing obviously!! 🤍

thanks!!

thank you for the request!!

"i've been liking you since i was small." | charlie walker

meet me in the pale moonlight. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25 @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon @lankysimp

bimbo!female!reader x charlie

word count: 1.1k

contents: fluff, childhood friends to lovers

charlie’s eyes scanned his worn-out walls, his gaze bouncing from one framed picture to the next. every corner of his room was adorned with dozens of photos of you and him, ranging from images of you and him in awkward stages to you looking your very best with him staring at you adoringly.

no matter how rough you looked, even when you had peaked with your box braces and glasses, charlie always treated you like you were the only girl in the world. he was always the one to give you his favourite flavour in a pack of candy, or to pick you up when you fell and nobody else cared. you were sure he was the one, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t feel the same way.

you checked yourself out in the mirror, doing the final touches on your hair and makeup. it was anything but minimalistic, but you knew that you looked good. just to charlie’s taste. you and him had been invited to a party on the other side of town. he’d asked you about it before he even considered showing up. and that’s how you both agreed on him picking you up at 7:00, making you four minutes late.

you wore a black tank top that was mainly there to highlight the hot pink bra you wore underneath. you had on a tiny jean skirt and held it together with a bedazzled rhinestone belt, giving you a trashy, classy appearance. you tied up the entire look with a few sprays of your perfume, walking into the scent cloud to avoid an abundance of the smell.

your ritual was interrupted by the shriek of the doorbell, followed by two quiet knocks on the door. charlie’s exact pattern. you mentally cursed yourself, frantically searching the room for your purse. you grabbed it in a hurry, slipping on your cutest pair of shoes before rushing to the door, opening it and trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.

you opened the door, immediately being greeted by charlie’s warm smile. ypu felt your knees getting weak. he wore his usual brown flannel, not doing anything extravagant with his hair but wearing a neater pair of jeans than usual. he tried. you saw that your several lectures on fashion were finally having a dent of impact on him.

you waved at him, a smile spreading across your glossed lips. you walked out of the house, locking the door behind you as you and him stood face-to-face on the porch. a dumb little grin rested on his face. “y-you look great tonight. are those new?” he gestured to your shoes. you nodded happily, seeing that he noticed the shoes that you’d spent hours picking out.

time went elastic as you and him stared blankly at each other, your gazes being unreadable but holding such obvious messages at the same time. you broke yourself out of the trance, taking him by his arm and starting to walk toward his car with him mindlessly trailing behind you. you let yourself into the passenger seat, resting with one leg on the seat as usual.

he hopped into the drivers seat, putting his keys into the ignition before zooming down the empty streets. it was completely silent for a moment, expect for the noise of the tires on the pavement. you reached a hand to the radio settings, putting it onto your favourite channel. a song both you and him recognized started playing. you increased the volume, creating a much warmer atmosphere for you both.

your eyes remained on the road, but you noticed whenever he stole quick glances at you, a million thoughts seeming to run through his head. the car ride went by in a blur. when the car came to a stop, you realized that you arrived at your destination. charlie had already come out of the car to open your door for you.

you shot him a little smile as you stepped out, making your way to the house. lights and music blared from the inside of the house, instantly changing the mood. he stood behind you on the porch as you knocked on the door, it creaking open as soon as you touched it. you and him cautiously let yourselves in, avoiding the mass of people dancing drunkenly in the middle of the room.

the house reeked of booze, smoke, and bad decisions. you subconsciously held charlie’s arm to yours, not wanting to get lost in the madness. glass bottles shattered on the floor, causing as eruption of noise from the commotion. your body trembled softly, but charlie could feel the motion.

over the years, he’d noticed that you weren’t a fan of chaos, and he’d learned how to read all the unnoticable things that even you missed. he put a hand on your shoulder. “how about we find somewhere quiet.” he took your hand, leading you up the stairs and into a dark, empty room with a mattress on the ground.

you sat down, propping your elbows on your knees as he opened a window to allow some dim moonlight into the room. he sat down beside you, allowing his eyes to study the soft details of your face. you met his stare, giving him a shy smile as your cheeks started to burn. the party raged downstairs, making you glad that you got out of there in time.

“thanks for getting me out of there, char.” you paused, giving him a gentle pat on the knee. “you’ve always got my back…” he didn’t respond. he simply listened to the soft sound of your voice and allowed it to take his mind to a comforting place. he slowly snaked his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

it had been years, but this was the closest to him that you’d ever gotten. he opened his mouth slightly, the words begging to be let out, but he stopped them. the flush in his cheeks gave away everything that he had to say, but you liked to torture him. he took a deep breath, trying to still his nerves. then he finally spoke.

“hey, it’s been years a-and i really just…” he started to stammer, tripping over his words as his entire body heated up. “i just really-” you cut him off with a big sloppy kiss on the lips, pulling away quickly before he had time to process. his eyes were wide as saucers, practically bulging out of his skull.

a stupid little smile tugged at his lips, his eyes filled with nothing but love for you. the words finally slipped out of him. “i… love you.” his quiet words held so much power that you couldn’t help but grin yourself. you threw yourself back onto the mattress, pulling him down on top of you as you slowly stroked his hair. “i know, charlie. me too.”

author's note: this was so cute and so much fun to write!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #charlie walker #charlie walker smut #charlie walker x reader #scream movie #scream #scream movies #scream 4 #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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risingoftime · 11 months

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can you do a riri fic where she says move your hand/ being aggressive during yk 🤭

𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 | 𝖗𝖎𝖗𝖎 𝖔 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

synopsis: Riri had just returned to her hometown after her time at Wakanda and MIT. After her school year of stress, she’s looking forward to finally spending the summer with her childhood best friend. Yet, the feelings she ran away from all return once she’s with her again.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: smut, friends to lovers, implied cheating, fingering, softdom!riri, overstimulation, strap use!, min plot, cursing, multiple positions, strap riding, mutual orgasm.

18+ | minors do not interact

➴ feel free to send me more thots

The knocking on my window jolted me awake. Quickly wiping away the drool from my lips, I saw Riri staring back at me. I almost pushed her over when I whipped open the car door. Enfolding her in my arms, I squeezed her body close to mine and spun around. The scent wavering off her skin made me more entranced with Riri—a sweet vanilla and saffron cologne she always wore, her signature. Her head rested on my shoulder, and we stood momentarily until I pulled away to get a better look at my best friend. Riri had never been the girly type growing up. She used to always wear her hair out in a heap of curls and wore clothes that accentuated her masculine features. Riri claimed it was “easier” to wear loose clothing when working in the garage. Today, she kept her hair braided in straight-back cornrows, allowing me to see her face, unlike before. That wasn’t the only change that I noticed about her. She had a restless look, bags under her eyes and an unreadable emotion that I couldn’t place.

“I’ve missed you so much!” I shook her as I said so. Riri had just rolled her eyes in response with the same goofy smile she had when we were kids. “Yeah, I could see that. I waited at the terminal for almost an hour, ringing off your phone as you drooled on yourself.” Sneaking a peak at the time, I saw 4:47 pm flash across my iPhone.

“I’m so sorry! How did you even find me?”

“I can’t miss this bright ass red car you built with my Dad. It’s a sight for sore eyes. Is that the Cuda you’ve always been talking about? I didn’t know you finished it.” Riri trailed her fingers on the car's tail and popped my trunk to begin putting her bags inside. The car has been my dream for as long as I can remember. It’s a 72 Plymouth Cuda that Mr. Williams and I restored to ride like new. I’ve spent my spare time outside university lecturers working in the shop. So this car was just a perk.

“Yeah, and if you’ve been listening to me during our calls, you’d know that already.”

I flicked Riri in the temple of her head, opened the passenger door for her to enter, and hopped in shortly after. Before starting the engine, I told her, “We have a lot to catch up on.”

Riri took her time before driving to my house, and I expected nothing less. From the looks of it, Riri needed those moments with her family to unwind. Either way, it gave me more time to prepare for her to sleep over. Since she’s been gone, I’ve moved into my parent's basement after they renovated the house. So not only did I have a bigger room, but I also had a living space and my bathroom away from my younger siblings, which meant more privacy when I had company. And I wanted Riri all to myself tonight without interruption, to talk, of course.

I don’t know when I developed feelings for Riri, but I assume they had always laid dormant, waiting patiently to be known. It arose during our first goodbye when Riri had to leave for MIT. My throat felt thick, like it was hard to swallow, and my chest hurt at the sight of her packed bags in front of her house. The feeling was foreign to me as I had never felt strongly about anyone in that way before. Not even for my past ex-boyfriends. I never truly cared who came and left as long as I had Riri by my side. So naturally, when she left for school, I was distraught. I tried to convince her to stay in our city and work for our Dad’s mechanic shop, but I knew in my heart that she was destined for more. Her mind was one of her best qualities. Since she was a child, it was unmistakable that Riri was a scientific protege. I couldn’t live with myself if I were the reason why she never went after her dreams and aspirations. Yet now, as she came back home for summer break, I was unsure how I would go another year without her near.

I waited patiently in my living room and assessed the space around me. I lit candles, and Riri’s favourite snacks, hidden from my curious siblings, were now perfectly arranged on my coffee table. Since childhood, we’ve been inseparable, literally. Both of our Dads had been best friends since college and decided to move their families to the same neighbourhood. Riri and I ended up doing everything together because of it. We went to the same school, played in the same soccer league, visited our Dads at their mechanic shop, and rode our bikes whenever the weather allowed. Sunday dinners would either be at hers or mine, and if we were lucky, we could convince our parents to let us order takeout. I can’t remember a time as a kid without Riri not being too far behind. She captivated all of my dearest memories. I felt the same—nerves and excitement from the airport. Riri would be here any minute now, and I couldn’t stop watching the clock. Our calls and texts had been less frequent this year as Riri’s workload and responsibilities were never-ending, making me even more impatient to see her finally.

Heavy footsteps descended the staircase, and I instantly knew who it was before I could see the face behind the wall. “Riri, I still don’t understand how you’re 5ft and walk as if you’re a grown man,” I laughed. Riri looked down at her feet-covered Nike socks once she entered the basement and shrugged nonchalantly before making a beeline toward the snacks on the table. Her eyes instantly lit up once she saw the arrangements of sweet and sour candy from our childhood.

“No way! I didn’t even know these were still sold in stores,” she squealed.

Riri hugged me before opening the snacks, beginning with the gummy worms. She sorted the candies by colour, leaving two piles for her and me. I never minded this because they all tasted similar to me, but not Riri; she’s always adamant about them tasting different. Reaching forward, I grabbed one from what I assumed was my pile, which Riri claimed to dislike.

“Cheers?” I turned to her on the couch, holding the worm in my hand to reach her halfway, and bumped mine against hers before biting off the gummy.

“I never understood why we always used to do that as kids. Looking back, we thought it was so cool, but it’s corny now that we’re older” Riri smiled in between bites and held a handful of the worms in her lap. Although she appeared to be different, deep down, Riri was still the person I called my best friend.

“Aren’t all traditions a bit corny?” I asked.

“I guess… But what did I miss while I was gone? You said we needed to catch up.”

Stretching out my legs in front of me, I reached forward to grab the wine bottle and poured myself a glass. “Yeah, we do. But first, you need to tell me why you’ve been MIA at MIT. It’s not like you not return my calls or texts. And now? You show up like everything is normal. Did you forget I know you like the back of my hand?” I raised my eyebrow at Riri, beckoning her to respond. She pursed her lips as if she was in deep thought about what to say. The silence stretched between us until she broke.

“I wish I could tell you, I do. Just know that I wasn’t purposefully ignoring you. Can we call it even? It’s not like you haven’t done the same in the past.”

“Speaking of, how’s Jayden?” The smirk on her face returned when she brought up my ex.

“First of all, Jayden and I are irrelevant; second of all, why do you keep changing the subject? Does this have something to do with Princess Shuri visiting your dorms?”

“How did you find out about that?” Riri exclaimed. Her body turned frigid, and her posture was upright and tense. She was unaware when others kept tabs on her, probably how she got involved with Wakandan royalty.

“You’re roommate MJ told me. I still have her number from when I visited you last time.” The bitter taste remained in my mouth from having to go as low as contacting Riri’s MIT friends to know why she had been airing my calls. After all, I’m her best friend. I should know about what’s going on in her life. But, instead, time and distance felt like it was driving us further apart. It felt like a knife had stabbed me in my chest.

“Look, I would’ve told you everything if I could. It’s just complicated,” Riri sighed.

“Yeah, I know you would. I was just worried about you. Next time, give me a heads up before you disappear like that again.”

“You were worried about me?” Her facial features perked up at the thought.

“Of course, I worry about you! You drove me to the point of tracking down your fucking roommate. That’s such a stupid question to ask me, Riri.” To my surprise, the girl had the nerve to laugh.

“It’s so hard for me to take you seriously when you talk like that. You’re cute when you’re upset.”

“I won’t be so cute when I shove my foot up your ass.” The smile on her face grew more prominent, and what was said next made my mouth drop in shock.

“Careful. I might be into that shit.”

I felt my heart race at the thought of what kinks Riri might have. She’s never been the most forthcoming about her sexual escapades. Riri hasn’t ever told me about her dating life. I just always assumed she didn’t have one. But her comment piqued my interest.

“Oh really, so what are you into? MJ?” I asked.

“MJ has a boyfriend, and what I like… I don’t think that she could handle that.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, “handle what? Riri, you’re 5ft.” Her legs were spread out before her, taking up more space as she got comfortable. It was playful banter, but I could feel my head spinning from our conversation's whirlwind and the implications of Riri’s sexual escapades. I wasn’t used to being on the other side of this. Usually, I would be the one spilling all of the juicy secrets. A part of me was bothered that she had another life that she had never alluded to. One that was kept between the sheets.

“You'd be surprised. I could make you forget about that sorry ass Jayden’s name.” Her cockiness always ticked me off, yet now I was outright embarrassed. I had been more than forthcoming with Riri about Jay’s weak ass stroke game, and now she was throwing it back in my face.

“It wasn’t like he was that memorable anyways,” I retorted. I ignored Riri’s suggestion, unsure if it was wise to venture and explore that side of our relationship. It wasn’t that I hadn’t noticed the tension or stolen glances that were exchanged between us. I was just scared to make the first move.

“And I doubt you could have me hooked on you just like that. For all I know, you’re a holy virgin.” I held a poker face to conceal my beating heart and the jittery nerves that kept my body on edge. Riri’s eyes raked over my body, and suddenly my clothing felt invisible.

“Give me five minutes. That’s all I need to get you begging for me.”

Picturing what Riri’s hands were capable of with me underneath her. I’ve watched her work in the shop, observing how her nimble fingers can reach all the tricky spots to complete a job. I couldn't help but now wonder what they were capable of. I bit my lip to distract myself from the oncoming images that shadowed my rational thoughts.

“Five minutes,” she repeated, “and I'll compensate for all the stress I caused.”

Riri could tell my mind was turning and debating what to say next. She closed the space between us. I looked down at our legs and how hers brushed against mine. With every move, Riri had made my body even more hyper-aware of what would happen. Her fingers trailed along my legs, hinting at her intentions. My breath hitched at the contact. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had sex or a good fuck. Jayden was a pretty boy but wasn’t good for anything else but to look at. He kept me company for the time being until what I wanted flew in. Now that it was in front of me, I was unsure if I had the confidence to take it.

“If we do this, Riri, I can’t forget it happened.”

“Neither can I, and I don’t want to.” Riri’s hand brushed against my cheek, and my breath hitched as her face approached nearer. I could smell the candy on her, the sugar remnants still on Riri’s lips. I craved to know what it would feel like to be the one who could lick it off. I felt the familiar wet spot between my legs from the mere thought of having Riri’s body against mine. Once her lips met mine, all my thoughts drifted away and were replaced by lustful impulses. It began soft and tentative, as if we were kids again, unsure of the other. Riri’s full lips were unbelievably soft as I lightly bit her bottom lip, encouraging her to open up further for my tongue to slip inside. The taste of sugar invigorated my senses, awakening every cell in my body and urging me to wrap my arms around Riri’s waist. I pressed myself towards her until our bodies were flushed against each other. I was practically on top of her at this point. I only paused between our heated makeout to bring my legs on either side of Riri to straddle her. I had been so distracted earlier that I hadn’t noticed the bulge between her legs. My mind began to reel at the realization of what it might be that I was feeling underneath me. Moving my hips in search of any friction that it could provide, I could feel myself begin to feel desperate, almost ready to beg for Riri to rub her fingers along my pussy.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” I said, sounding husky and breathless.

Riri nodded in response and picked me up to stand upright from the couch. I guided her along the corridor to my room, and she wasted no time throwing me onto the bed. My eyes were wide from the shock of her strength. I noted how her back flexed when she removed her sweater and the light happy trail that led down to the band of her boxers once she turned to face me. My eyes lingered on the outline of her strap. Riri’s gaze met mine, then smirked, clearly aware of where I was looking.

“Take off your clothes.”

Slowly, I lifted my shirt to reveal the pushup bra underneath. Stealing a glance at Riri, I could decipher the temptation and desire that lay dormant as she licked her lips. She looked as if she was ready to pounce at any second, making me want to move aggravatingly slowly. I tried to make her wait like she had done to me. Moving to the edge of the bed, I discarded the pants I wore onto the floor. I looked up at Riri for a sign of what may happen next. She stood between my legs and brought her hand to wrap around my neck, forcing my head back. I had completely submitted myself to her, trusting her fully. Riri applied pressure on either side of my neck, and when my mouth parted from the new sensation, she connected her lips to mine and slipped her tongue inside—breathing in each other’s air as her fingers circled the thin fabric that barely kept my lower lips covered. Riri’s fingertips rubbed my clit in an aggravatingly slow motion. I bucked my hips forward, urging her to increase her speed. At this moment, I didn’t want anything more than to be consumed by Riri’s presence.

“Open your legs wider,” Riri commanded.

I did as I was told, pushing my thighs further apart to permit more accessible access to my throbbing center. Riri dived deeper, teasing the entrance of my pussy, only allowing a fraction of her index and middle finger to thrust inside. The moan that escaped from me was sinful.

“Riri, please”

“Please, what?” she replied.

“Please stop playing with me” My voice came out a pitch higher and sounded whiny.

“Your wish is my command, Princess.”

Riri repositioned herself so that her bottom half was flush against mine while she moved her fingers further inside. She used her hips to guide her hand to apply pressure. I could feel myself get wetter the longer she continued. The sounds of my pussy filled the room, leaving no secret to what was happening in my bedroom. Riri left sloppy kisses on my collarbone to my neck until she reached my ear, only pausing to whisper, “Can I put it in?” I knew what she was referring to and nodded my head. I didn’t trust myself to be able to get the words out.

“Use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Frustration briefly overtook me, and I was reminded that I was telling my childhood best friend to fuck me. I suddenly felt shy as I said, “Yes, Riri, please put it in.”

“See, now, was that so hard to say?”

I didn’t answer her question and watched Riri instead as she removed her pants and briefs to reveal an opaque pink dildo attached to her strap. Not the colour that I was expecting, but the size surprised me. It could’ve at least been 7 inches bigger than Jayden, that’s for sure. Riri held the pink dick in her hand and slowly glided it along my pussy, taking extra time to rub the tip against my clit before lowering it inside and stretching me out. Riri went slow at first until her full length was inside. My legs had already begun to shake from the new sensation that I felt from the girth of the dildo.

“How does it feel, baby?” Riri began to grind her hips while thrusting in and out of my pussy. Her pace remained unhurried. She was enjoying watching my facial expressions with a sultry smile. When I didn’t respond immediately, Riri began increasing her tempo, and I couldn’t silence the escaping moan. “Fuck- so good,” I sighed. She kept pounding inside me until my broken cries turned into gasps. I slyly moved my hands down to her torso to slow her down. Instead, Riri grabbed my hands and pinned them down onto the mattress.

“C'mon, you can take it.” Riri’s lips hovered over mine, keeping eye contact throughout. I am completely and utterly lost in her trance. I’m convinced she wants to leave her mark, leave me so drunk off of her that I wouldn’t be able to think of glancing at another man. “Riri, I can’t; I’m going to cum” I whispered. I sigh into her kiss as Riri swirls her tongue around mine and wraps my legs around her waist to lock her closer. She released my hands to wrap her arms around me and flipped us over in the bed, so I was now on top of her.

“Ride it out, baby girl” Riri kept her hands around my waist to keep me in place. I took my time to adjust to the new position that she had put us in and bobbed my hips on the strap, loving how deep it could go and fill my hole. I began desperately grinding in search of more. It brought felicity that I had not known before, so intensely that I hadn’t noticed how loud I was getting with each movement. “Shhh, baby,” Riri growled. “Shit,” we didn’t have the house to ourselves. I bit my lip as a reminder to remain quiet while I felt the orgasm take over me and my fluids slipping down onto the harness she wore. My core began to contract, and my legs began to tremble as I whimpered in her ear. “I’m cumming, Riri.”

"Yeah?" Riri planted her feet on the mattress, balancing myself on top of her before she began thrusting upwards.

“I’m not done yet,” she said.

My pussy gripped around her as she kissed my G-spot with each thrust, pushing me to my next peak. "I can feel it on my clit" Her low voice was shaky, and it turned me on even more at the thought of her getting off from fucking me and using me like a toy. It sent a wave of urgency and need to make her cum. I was pinned against her and unable to free myself from her grip. “Keep bouncing on it, baby” Riri’s mouth was open agape, and she struggled to keep her eyes open as her small sighs of euphoria became moans. “Mmph.” Riri was unrelenting in chasing her high. My pussy got wetter from watching her face conform to a blissed-out state.

“I’m so close, don’t move” Her voice was staggered and pleading.

“Me too,” I replied.

The last thing I saw was Riri’s eyes rolling back until my orgasm overtook me. I didn’t care who would hear as we moaned in each other’s mouths, breathing in the same air. My head spun out from cumming so hard. Riri’s legs collapsed, making the bed squeak from the sudden movement. When I opened my eyes, Riri analyzed me with a peaceful expression.

“What? Why are you staring at me?” I asked.

“You’re so beautiful” She smiled the same smile that she had at the airport earlier. I gave her a side eye and tried to shake my body off her, but her firm hold on me remained.

“Aren’t you going to let me go?” I asked.

“Not after you gave me great sex like that. I’m ready to go for round two,” Riri stated.

“Round two?” I shrieked.

It was apparent that what had just occurred between us was longer than five minutes, but I couldn’t stop. Once I kissed Riri, I had already gained an insatiable appetite for her. I was left yearning for more and more. While lying there with Riri, I wondered what had I gotten myself into?

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unsaidthingsj2e · 1 year

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Promise i don't forget all of my fault in this

Summary : After Jude broke your heart, he can't help but regret how he did it. Loosing his best friend of 10 years is not something he knows how to cope with

a/n : here is part 2 to this fic, probably not what you were expecting but i like it this way better!

english is still not my first language so if any sentence doesn't make sense or if typos are hiding in there, i apologize!! (+ this is even barely proofread sorry)

title is a lyrics from Best by Gracie Abrams

To the eye of anyone else, his life looked like a dream.

With his career predicted to continue its raising towards a legendary peak, a beautiful girl he genuinely was in love with at his side and a promise of everything going his way in life, it seemed like the equation was solved.

The thing is, it was solved, he found x, he had x but he also threw x away, thinking it wasn't necessary to his well-being.

The problem is, x was his ex-lover, ex-best friend, ex-childhood friend. When he made the decision to leave her behind, he thought he did the right thing.

Breaking her heart was the hardest thing he ever had to do, but he knew she wouldn't have survived seeing him with a new girl while still being in his life. He knew if given the option, she would've stayed at his side, as a best friend, a friend, an acquaintance. So in his mind, breaking her heart, leaving her with a lost soulmate was the best decision, for her.

He had not anticipated how much it would hurt him as well.

He spent the first week feeling unbelievably lighter. Lying to her, going out with his girl behind her back and cheating were not things he had enjoyed doing. He knew he had no right to be sad or even to complain about anything, being the one doing the cheating and not being cheated on.

He was certain if younger Jude could, he would find a way to travel in time and hunt current Jude down until the end of his days. She used to be so much more than an ex-lover.

Ever since primary school, she had been the only constant thing in his life. He had other friendships that he grew out of, he had girlfriends that wouldn't last enough time for him to even get attached, and he now had fans that would forget about him in a few months. But she was always there, and that's what made him think she was the perfect match for him.

He already loved her and they got along better than any other friends, he knew her inside out and still admired her, he already went through hell and back by her side. It made sense that what he was feeling was romantic love. And perhaps it was at first, or maybe it never was, he could not pinpoint the moment he realized he made a mistake and confused platonic feelings for romantic ones.

It's the fact that she realized so much faster than him that scared him, and that made the process happen so much faster. She managed to watch the light fade from his eyes before he could put a name on what was happening in his head when he looked at her. She noticed the nature of the blank stares he would be stuck in and deep down, she knew.

Tonight marks the third week since he broke her heart, and his guilt laced with longing is eating him alive. Because today was the 22nd of the month, day on which, every month without a miss, they would meet up one way or another to watch movies and gossip and catch up on lost time due to their busy schedules.

It had become a tradition since they were kids, Jude had to conceal football and school and ended up being able to spend less time with her. A June 22nd, she had voiced her worries of him forgetting her in the whole process, so he promised at least every month, she would get a night of his full undivided attention.

It was never just movies, some 22nd's were spent on her house's roof, stargazing while sharing terrifying thoughts about growing up, about feelings taking a meaning, others were spent driving around your hometown, signing along to their shared playlist.

But it always was on the 22nd. Twelve 22nd's a year, twelve nights to ensure their hearts were still each others.

Tonight's 22nd was the first one in eight years they weren't in each other's presence or on a videocall. On this 22nd, Jude decided he had to face his feelings. He was done hiding them and pretending this didn't affect him, he lost someone who was dear to him no matter who was to blame.

Coming home from practice, where his performance were mediocre at best, and ended in his coach voicing his worries about his mood and its affect on his stats lately, Jude was worn off.

Turning his keys in the door lock, his eyes fell down on the red phone cabin keychain he reluctantly kept after she forced him to. He had playfully refused to do so at first, claiming this was too much of a tourist thing to even just buy, let alone display on his keys. But she had argued that this would be a fond way to remember every place they had traveled to.

Not realizing he had been staring at the keys lost in thoughts for a few minutes, not making any moves to enter, a soft voice got him out of this haze.

"Jude, is that you?" He heard his girlfriend ask from the other side of the door, voice uncertain and fear audible

"Yes, yes it's me darling. Sorry about that I kinda zoned out", Jude rushed to explain while opening the door, noting how scary hearing the quiet sound of keys fumbling into the lock would've been from her point of view.

He stepped into his house, immediately face to face with his lover, whom he engulfed into a bone crushing hug almost as quickly.

"Today's the 22nd" he mumbled into her hoodie "It sucked, 'm feeling like shit and I did bad at practice"

One thing he made sure to do with any partner of his, was to make sure they both felt safe enough to share any thought, not wanting to hold the weight of any information by themselves. Therefore, he had told her everything about his feeling about his ex best friend, how much he missed her and everything about their moments ; including the 22nd tradition.

"Yeah, i figured you would- not do bad at practice, feel like shit i meant" she answered while playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, simultaneously rubbing comforting circles into his back.

"I just- it's so frustrating. I'm the one who broke things off, I got the fucking good side of things and here I am whining about it.", squeezing her body harder, Jude tried another way to convey the emotions that invaded every cell of his body, feeling like words aren't enough. Before he could continue, she interrupted his rant.

"Jude, hun, we talked about this. You did break things off but it was needed, even she could tell things weren't the same anymore. But she was your best friend, shit like that hurts even if it was the best option at the time", this conversation was held almost every day, he was convinced his feelings were not justified because of the way he handled the situation.

"Yeah, I know, my feelings are valid and all this bullshit, doesn't mean it doesn't feel unfair" he moved from the embrace to take his shoes off, focusing on the task to avoid his lover's eyes "I mean, I miss her so much and it's so selfish considering she's probably in her head overthinking the authenticity of every moment we ever spent together, I'm literally a piece of shit". His shoe laces weren't cooperating, seemingly in sync with his conflicting emotions. With a groan, he gave up, throwing himself on the floor with his back on the door, his head resting on it, looking up the ceiling.

She gently crouched down next to him, rubbing his thigh in hopes to calm him down with the soothing movement. "I won't lie and say she's thriving right now, because let's face the truth, it definitely destroyed her-", at this statement, Jude banged his head on the door, "-but. But it was a shitty situation that needed to be dealt with in a shitty way. You missing her is not you being selfish, get that out of your pretty head."

Now on her knees beside him, she brought her other hand on his cheek, nudging him to make eye contact with her. Her gaze was full of empathy for his internal struggle, understanding his part, but also seeing hers. "Did you-" she stopped for a second when he finally looked back at her, eyes glossy, "Did you think about reaching out to talk to her? I'm aware you don't want to do it because you're scared she'd come back and end up hurting more. But. If not for you, do it for her? You haven't seen her since you broke things off, and she didn't even get the chance to talk, she probably is dying to find closure in a way"

"You're probably right, she deserves it. I'm just not even sure she'd want to meet up though. I wouldn't want to see someone who is as much of a dickhead as I am. Good motives or not, I did this badly." Jude did not lack self awareness concerning this situation. It's because he knows her so well that he knew the words he used would wound her deeply, although unintentionally.

Voice barely above a whisper, he shamefully admits, "Sometimes, I don't even want her to get closure. God that sounds so bad but. I don't want her to forget about me, about us. 10 years of friendship is a fucking long time, I don't want her to wipe this off her memory because I was an asshole"

Not even bothering to correct him, and uselessly try to convince him he isn't an asshole, she instead continued, "Please, talk to her, she probably doesn't want 10 years worth of memory to be tainted by this ugly night. And it's been due, for both of your sake." She felt helpless in front of her boyfriend's misery, and would do anything to help it be less intense and all consuming. "Don't let her spend her first 22nd in eight years all alone, thinking you hate her", slowly detangling his shoe lace and tying it back the right way, she moved to kiss his forehead. "Be patient and let her time to voice her thoughts, yeah?"

He stood up, and took his time to take the woman in front of him in, he felt incredibly lucky this exact second. Any other woman would be fuming with jealousy at the thought of their man going to see their ex-girlfriend that they've known for half their life. He hated to think that getting her had to come with losing his best friend. "Okay, yeah, okay i'm going then. I appreciate you so much for this, thank you for understanding."

a/n : you guys : "part 2 w reader living her best life n Jude wanting her back!!"

me : "how about no?" i actually wrote about 6 different start to this but it always felt off, knowing how brutally Jude left reader?

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham angst #footballer blurb #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham x you

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unholywriter · 1 year

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Perhaps some Percy make-up sex???

PART ONE

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III Fem x Reader

Warnings: Smut.

“Let me worship you.”

He’s gone a day without speaking to you, hiding away in his workshop and ignoring your attempts to try and talk it out. But truth be told, this wasn’t a big issues as a whole. He just doesn’t know how to handle the fact his childhood friend and childhood lover hooked up. Once. It was during his absence, during the time you thought he was dead. Maybe one issue was that your chastity was taken away, the one thing that he wanted to share breaking with you back then later on if you decided to marry and become a lady of Whitestone. But everything was now a huge jumble. He coming back, you reconnecting after the Briarwood’s were killed finally, and how he was in a new group that didn’t allow him to come home too often.

That love you two share though, never faded. And after Archibald and you had that one night stand - you regretted every time it crossed your mind. Hence why you wanted to come clean, and hence why he was now so upset. He knew you weren’t a virgin the times he was with you, but Archie?? A sigh left his lips as he tossed a gear to the side, and leaned back looking to the ceiling. His glasses that slid down his nose slid back up into place, and he closed his eyes fiddling with his tool in his hand.

He was dead to you. He knew you thought that he had met his end. So why was he so upset? And it was so petty, and so stupid to not talk it out with you. He scrunched his eyebrows in a tinge of annoyance at himself. He wasn’t even mad at you, or Archie. One more twirl around his fingers and he stopped sitting up straight, standing up and finally heading out of his workshop.

He knew he has a lot of apologizing to do, but, the fact he could even think to apologize for his wrong doing’s and acting like a child, was a healthy step to continue this relationship he cherished so dearly. For gods sake if you weren’t with him down in the Ziggurat - no one would have been able to save him from Orthax. From himself.

It was early morning, the sun didn’t peak the horizon though, so the darkness still crept into your two’s shared living chamber. You didn’t hear him come in because you were passed out on the bed, with still a mess of wet tears dampening your face. The sight made his heart-ache knowing those tears were because he made you feel the need to cry. Oh was he in for one hell of an EPIC apology now. Even though the amount of times he would apologize from now on, knowing you wept in any way because of him - especially him being an asshole out of pure spite? He’d never feel like he’d make it up too you, ever.

Slowly he made his way from the bottom of your bed to you, placing his soft lips on the bareness of what skin he could find. Gradually he pressed deeper until he noticed you began to stir, and yet still not wake. From your forearm, to you shoulder. Then your neck as he pushed some locks away. His hands glided from your hip to your silky soft skin at your side, deepening his suckling at your neck to test the waters.

That’s when you began to wake, a soft moan escaping your lips. A few blinks to clear your vision and you turned to see a very shy looking Percy pressing his lips too your skin with a halt at your shoulder. His eyes looked like puppy dogs orbs all glistened and full of love and apology. For a moment you forgot about the day, and yet it came back just as quick.

“Did you come to finally say sorry Percival?” Your furrowed your eyebrows, and you could swear more tears threatened your eyes. You don’t want to fight, or leave things unsaid. Or ignore a problem when one arises. You weren’t mad, just hurt that he chose to ignore you and not talk to you for the whole day.

“For being a complete utter shit? Yes. I want to apologize to you.” His eyebrows pulled together even further, but he moved to hover over you now. Taking his index finger, and gliding it under your eyes to wipe some tears away. “Give me the biggest thump on my head for making you ever shed any tears from here and now on.”

You reached for his hand now, taking his fingers too your lips. Closing your eyes you let a soft smile become displayed delicately. “It’s okay. I understand my love. I just don’t want you ever to ignore me or anything else that puts tension between us ever again okay?”

Peering back into his vibrant emerald, mesmerizing eyes tears fell from them as they overfilled, gliding down his cheek. “Never again.” He smiled, leaning in closer and pressing your foreheads together. “I’m sorry, so fucking sorry.”

“You’re forgiven my sweet Percival, but you know what would make it up to me?” Your gaze held strong, and he held it back just as firm. His smile tugged further, but he didn’t reply. So with that, you just continued. “You could make it up by-“

“Telling you how much I love you. Showing, how much I love you.” He leaned a little back so he can get a good glance of you as he spoke. From your eyes, too your nose. Too the little freckles that may or may not littler your face. Just the small, beautiful details he took in. And gods he thought you were the most gorgeous creature he’s ever set eyes on. And never, even after has he seen any other in the light he sees you in. “Let me worship you.” He whispered as he moved some more of your hair to the side of your face. “Let me make you feel like the most elegant being to walk this realm, to walk any plain of existence.”

“Only if you let me worship you back de Rolo.” A titter lift your mouth and a chuckle came from his. The bashfulness you felt as your cheeks heated up, it made your heartbeat quicken.

“That can be arranged.” And just like that as his grin widened, a crash of soft skin colliding with a kiss connecting you two lovers ignited. Rougher, heavily it became just as quick as it started. He pressed you further into the bed, and your hands found the locks of his hair, tugging with your fingers gently. A soft moan left his mouth giving you an opportunity of attack. Your tongue entangled with his, hips grinding against another.

Feeling him made you want him even more, and there was an unbearable annoyance below that wasn’t getting properly taken care off. His hands found the sides of your body, slowly feeling the silk of your nightgown. That wasn’t what he wanted, he wanted to feel you skin to skin. So with that, he began to help pull that nightgown off swiftly, your bodies pulling up so you moved to straddle his lap. Hands feverishly beginning to unbutton his dress shirt as the synchronization rhythm of both your hips rocked. Panting, soft mewls could be heard through the large chamber you share. You were only left in your underwear, minus a bra which gave Percy full access. He groaned against your skin as he suckled upon your highly sensitive buds. Clenching from the tension, your rhythm became ruthless. You wanted him to give you the proper attentiveness. His fingers, his tongue would definitely suffice. Oh how he knew it.

“On your knees for me darling.” A whisper slithered delicately in your ear. And without fail you did as you were told. His hand clung to your chin so your eyes met and didn’t leave a gaze. His other hand slipped inside your panties, feeling the slick mess you’ve already made. A furrow of his eyebrows, and a low moan left his throat. “So drenched, did I do that?”

Your hands went to the hem of his pants and you pulled him even closer to crash your lips to his. He didn’t bother to tell you with words that was a naughty move, it was his fingers that spoke to you. And you heard every word as his two fingers slid in and out so obnoxiously slow, you pulled back to nip at his neck, preparing for the agonizingly ruthless assault. A pace that gradually quickened began, his hand now tangling into your hair as he felt your vibrations of your moans at his neck. Your hands began to undo his pants giving you proper access to his pulsing cock begging for the same attention your pussy was now feeling. Springing it free, the heat met your hands as it wrapped around it sliding slowly down the shaft. In your ears, the soft moans Percy suppressed made you tip over the edge. You left his cock though for only a second to get the proper lubricant. Sucking your fingers you left saliva that pulled from your tongue until the spit string snapped to meet your fingers around his dick once more. Pumping, you worked the same pace. Teasing, following where he was chasing your high.

Now your lips crashed back again, tongues entangled in a desperate fight for fitful domination. Mutually getting each other off, and you felt the coil building up it’s tensions right before it snap. But, before you could get there he pulled away causing you to whimper.

“Percy...” You whined, looking back into his, lust filled hypnotizing eyes.

“Don’t worry my love.” And with a swift push you were back on your back and he on top of you, the biggest sinful smirk tugged across his face, “I’ll fuck you senseless in a second.”

“Heh, I’ll hold you to that.” You mirrored his expression ten fold and he dipped his lips into your neck while running his hand down your right thigh that left as soon as it came. “Maybe I’ll take back my forgiveness if you-“ You squeaked as he pushed inside you, slowly adjusting himself.

“Manners.” He darkly whispered playfully, a deep thrust soon following. An unsuppressed whine left your lips and he continued a rhythmic pace. Your arms moved from his hair, down from his shoulder to his back. Your lips dancing, your mewls being spewed bouncing around the room. The bed only adding too the unholiness being spout. That coil that built up began fighting, ready to snap any second with the ruthless buildup. Welding in your eyes, tears threatened. He was so very good - by gods was he so close too unloading inside you. But with the sheen of sweat, and the inevitable high he was gonna have you reach so close, he wanted nothing then to watch you unravel.

Unravel you did as he put your legs over his shoulder to deepen, and feel you clench around his cock begging in a way to milk him dry. But he held strong because this wasn’t the end for tonight. You came down slowly, he kissing you softly at your forehead, down your cheek too your jawline. He gathered himself, entangling his fingers in your hair. “You did so well darling, do you want me to make you cum again?” His voice was quietly sweet, like the most sweetest candies in the world labeled De Rolo of course. Because he was sure in fact one of a kind.

“Yes my love.” You replied back, your sweaty foreheads pressed against one another. A grin tugged across both your faces. Hearts veering to a normal pace. “But now let me take care of you.”

#percy de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #dnd #dnd shenanigans #dungeons and dungeons #percy de rolo smut #roll for initiative

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clxja16 · 1 year

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Since Day One

Part 4

Arthur Leclerc X Reader

Genre: childhood friends to lover

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.6K

Author’s Note: okay I am done, there’s not gonna be a part five regardless. I seriously don’t even know what I would do with this story if I would continue it. Also I don’t know if Charlotte gets endorsements in real life from being an f1 wag, but like I would think she does. I just put that in the story because it fit in that moment. Also this is so late because I wasn’t gonna do a part four but ay wth. Nevertheless enjoy guys.

Part one, Part two, Part three

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“Auntie Pa,” you called out, as you entered the Leclerc home. “I brought the fish for dinner.” Arthur, Charles, and Lorenzo were expected to return to Monaco by tonight for the summer break.

“I’m still in the kitchen dear,” you could hear auntie Pa, shout from across the home. “May you set the table dear?”

“Of course,” you answered, as you put the fish down, and picked up the stack of plates. “Who’s coming tonight?”

“Just us,” Auntie answered nonchalantly, “the boys, you and Charlotte.”

“Auntie I didn’t know it was a family dinner, I don’t wanna intrude…”

You could hear Auntie Pa sigh, “nonsense, you are family y/n, I don’t know how many times I have to remind you that you are family.”

You blushed at her words, “once more,” you said as you went about setting up the table for everyone while Auntie finished her cooking. You peaked over at the dish she was making, the boy’s favorite. They always had one request when they came home from traveling, Auntie Pa’s cooking.

“I heard,” Auntie started off, “you attended a couple races.” Auntie gave you an eye, as she watched your reaction to her words. Even when you were a little girl auntie always knew everything.

“I did,” you confirmed, “I wish I didn’t stop. I…” you paused trying to get her your thoughts, “I didn’t realize how I hurt all of you, I’m so sorry I never…”

Auntie raised her hands stopping you from continuing on, she had her eyes shut, and it appeared as if she was biting her tongue. “You need not apologize for protecting your sanity and safety.”

“But I should’ve talked to…”

Auntie raised her hands again, stopping you once more, as she stared straight into your soul. “You did what you had to do, we understand that.”

“Thank you,” you said. Auntie Pa always knew what to say to make it better.

“It’s not your fault, that sometimes, my sons can be idiotic at times,” Auntie threw up her hands in exaggeration.

You couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction, “what happened auntie, Charlotte never gave the details.”

Auntie Pa sighed further, shaking her head, as she stirred the pot. “My baby, Arthur, is so much like his father. So protective over you,” Auntie said, as she pointed at you. “Last season, you canceled your Monza trip,” you nodded your head at Auntie’s words, recalling that time. “Then you didn’t go to Russia…”

“Right,” you said to confirm the details. At that point in the season the amount of harassment was overwhelming that you didn’t want to leave your home.

“Then you didn’t go to Abu Dhabi with the family, as soon as we got home from Abu Dhabi, Arthur hit the roof. He told Charles, It was because of Charlotte that you didn’t come to Abu Dhabi.” Auntie explained to you.

“Why would he say that though, I never told that to him,” you asked as you remembered, making it a point that it wasn’t because of Charlotte that you stayed away.

Auntie Pa sighed, “Because at Abu Dhabi, Charlotte had said some things that were only meant for Charles.” You looked at Auntie confused, not fully understanding what she meant, “Charlotte is a darling, but she’s not you y/n. She’s not gonna have those childhood moments with Charles like you, and that’s unsettling for her. She was explaining to Charles that sometimes you make her insecure, your connection with Charles and the rest of the family. Arthur overhead and he assumed that Charlotte told you this, so you stayed away to make things easier for Charles without considering Arthur’s feelings.”

“I didn’t, I wouldn’t,” you started off, trying to explain your side quickly, “that wasn’t…”

“I know dear, don’t worry.” Auntie reassured, as she went back to explaining, “Arthur refused to talk to Charles for the entire off season, even during their trips to Maranello together. It wasn’t until we were having dinner together right before the boys left for Bahrain, and Charlotte asked you to come to the race, herself and you declined it. After you left that night Arthur finally spoke to Charles, and Arthur got one hell of a scolding from Lorenzo for acting the way, he did.”

You sighed, as you recalled that night, “I did wonder why it felt awkward that night. I’m so sorry Auntie, I didn’t mean to cause that…”

“Don’t even worry about it dear, it’s not your fault that my boys are idiotic at times,” Auntie shocked her head with a chuckle. Just then you could hear the front door open, signaling their arrival.

“Are you gonna come to Spa?” Charles asked you during dinner.

“Summer break just started and already you’re talking about the races,” you sighed, shaking your head.

“Come on, you’re gonna come to Spa right?” Arthur asked, as he turned in his seat to face you.

“I don’t know, I’m gonna have to think about it,” you answered, looking at Arthur. Your head swirling with thoughts of just how handsome he was, and you couldn’t believe he was yours. You realized you could get lost staring into his eyes. And Arthur thought the same about you, as he stared back. He thought of you, and he couldn’t believe he could call you his.

Lorenzo and Charles took note of how both yours and Arthur’s demeanor changed in that moment. Granted, Arthur always acted a little more carefully when you were around. Constantly trying to impress you, however both Lorenzo and Charles could tell this time was different. It wasn’t Arthur trying to impress you, it wasn’t Arthur trying to gain your favor. Arthur looked at you with pure love in his eyes, there wasn’t a yearning, a pining, a longing look. Just pure, unfiltered, raw love.

Lorenzo and Charles exchanged a look, they both knew you guys finally got it.

After the food was put away, the table cleared, the dishes washed, and the kitchen cleaned, did you guys sit in the living room together. As Arthur looked around the room to see everyone together, he thought of his childhood. Of the moments after a long day of karting when you guys would come back home, and then proceed to playing video racing games.

“Super Mario Kart?” Arthur asked the room, knowing you wouldn’t back down from a challenger.

“You’re going down Leclerc,” you answered, as you began to help Arthur set up the game.

“Excuse me, I’m winning this,” Charles responded back.

“Charlotte, are you gonna play with us?” You turned to ask Charlotte.

You watched her smile grow just a bit, “sure.”

The four of you found good seats around the living room as the game started. And when the first round ended, there was only one happy person, so obviously you guys had to play again. You don’t know how many rounds you ended up playing, but there was lots of shouting, lots of laughing, and lots of cheatin going on. Lorenzo and auntie Pa, laughed at how competitive you all got. It was truly an enjoyable time.

After a while it was just Arthur and Charles playing. You took a seat with Charlotte, watching the two boys play their game. Charlotte spoke first, in a low whisper, “how’s you and Arthur?”

You couldn’t help but blush slightly, “we’re good, it’s nice, taking things slowly.”

“I’m happy for you guys, took you both long enough to get it,” Charlotte said with a smirk.

“Yeah it did.”

It was about a week into the summer break, when Charles had invited you out to his yacht for the day. Although this wasn’t the first time, Charles invited you out to the yacht, you still were unsure how to dress. Charles said it was an all day thing, so you packed warm clothes for the evening, as well as more, because well a girl can never be too prepared.

When you arrived at the dock, Arthur and Charles were already waiting for you. “You boys didn’t need to wait for me, I would’ve called when I got here,” you said, as the three of you loaded onto the yacht.

“It’s fine, we’re still waiting for more people, so we weren’t planning on setting sail yet.” Charles said, as he carried your bag in.

“Who’s here already?”

“Just us, Lorenzo and mom, Charlotte should be here soon though,” Arthur answered your question.

After getting your things stored away, you followed Arthur out onto the deck where everyone else was. You all sat together for brunch before setting off for the day. It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to arrive, and you guys were off.

You watched Arthur play games with his brothers and a few of their friends. They all took turns shoving each other into the water. You were perfectly content sitting on the side with Charlotte and auntie Pa. That was until Arthur decided that you sitting on the side wasn’t good enough.

Arthur made quick work of pulling you up by your wrist, “no, no, no Arthur,” you protested as he dragged you to the edge. “Arthur don’ t,” you protested once more, while everyone else cheered Aruther on. Arthur bent down, wrapping his arms around your thighs, before throwing you over his shoulder, and jumping into the water.

When the two of you came up back to the surface, it was full of you splashing Arthur. While he had a huge grin on his face, “I’m sorry mon amour,” Arthur said. If you were paying closer attention you would’ve caught his mistake, but instead you got lost in his eyes and his smile. Arthur pulled you close in the water, pecking your lips as an apology. As more cheers erupted from the group.

“So you just weren’t planning on telling us?” Lorenzo asked Arthur, as you guys all sat together at dinner. Arthur held your hand, with interlaced fingers, under the table.

“I was going to tell you guys,” Arthur relented, “I was just taking it slow.” Arthur leaned back, now looking at you instead of his brothers.

“Slow? How much slower are you guys planning on taking this, it’s been 16 years,” Auntie Pa said, causing a ripple of laughter through the table.

“As slow as she wants,” Arthur said with a little drawl in his voice, as he stared at you. You felt the red creep up your cheeks and your smile widened at Arthur’s cheesiness. Arthur would really do anything for you, and you were the luckiest girl alive to be with him.

“Are you happy?” Charles’ voice cut across the table, “y/n, are you happy?” You tore your eyes away from Arthur to look at Charles. Charles sat across the table from you, Charlotte sitting next to him.

While you looked at Charles, you thought about what could’ve been. What would have happened if he said yes, years ago? Would you be in the Ferrari garage cheering his name, at every race? Would you be the F1 wag that everyone talked about? Would you have the endorsement deals that Charlotte has? Would you still be in love with Charles? Would you even still be in a relationship with Charles?

As you looked at Charles and Charles looked at you. Charlotte looked at Charles. She wondered why Charles had asked if you were happy. She wondered if Charles wanted you to be unhappy with Arthur. She wondered if Charles was secretly, quietly, jealous that you chose Arthur in the end. She wondered just how much did Charles regret saying no, those years ago.

When you were looking at Charles, Arthur was looking at you. Arthur wondered what was going through your mind. If you thought that Charles was the better choice. If you were thinking about getting stuck with the second-best Leclerc? Or maybe the third-best Leclerc. If you were thinking that you weren’t that happy with him.

“I am,” you answered, earnestly, honestly, and wholeheartedly. “I am very happy,” you said, now looking away from Charles and back at Arthur. Looking at the person you are truly in love with.

“Good,” Charles smiled at you and Arthur, then looked towards Charlotte. He picked up her hand, kissing the back of it, whispering a small ‘I love you.’

“I won’t be gone long, just a few days,” Arthur said, as he packed his bag, preparing for another trip to Maranello.

“I know, but you’ll call and text me right?” You asked, sitting on Arthur’s bed, watching him pack.

“Of course mon amour,” he said, smirking playfully at you.

“You know, I thought the point of summer break was to take a break.” You said sarcastically.

“It’s just some contract negotiations, and media duties,” Arthur smiled as he continued to pack.

“Why a few days then and not one?”

“Because I want to actually sign a contract my dear, sometimes negotiations takes days,” Arthur smirked as he pulled you up from the bed, closer to him.

“I will see you when you get back?”

“You’ll be the first,” Arthur smiled, placing a soft kiss upon your lips.

“I signed with Dams racing for next season,” Arthur spoke through the phone to you, and even though you couldn’t see his face, you could hear the smile.

“You deserve it,” you spoke into the phone for Arthur.

“Do I?” Arthur asked softly, you could hear the insecurity starting to creep in.

“Of course you do,” you answered quickly. When Arthur and Charles were still karting, Charles was set on pursuing racing as a career, while Arthur was a little more indecisive. So when money started to get tight, Arthur’s career was put on hold. And at the time, one or two years off didn’t seem so bad. It gave Arthur time to appreciate racing, especially since he couldn’t do it to the fullest. Then Arthur turned 21 and he was still in formula 3. When Charles turned 21, he already won Formula 3, and 2. Charles already made his formula 1 debut, he already scored points.

Arthur was already so far behind his brother that every time he made a step forward he wondered if it was because of his ability or because of his name. Every opportunity he got, he asked if he deserved it, or if it was a favor for his brother. Every moment in the spotlight, he wondered if they were there for him or his brother.

“Where are you right now?” You asked to change the focus of the conversation.

“I’m still at Maranello, waiting for Lorenzo right now,” Arthur sighed, you could tell he was still bothered, still insecure.

“Arthur, you worked hard, you deserve this,” you did your best to reassure him.

“Charles was already in formula 1 at my age,” Arthur sighed, you could hear him take a deep breath, “maybe I should stop while I’m ahead.”

“Arthur, Charles has…”

“Hold on,” Arthur cut you off before you could finish your thought, “Lorenzo is here.” Vaguely from the other side of the line you could hear Lorenzo's voice.

“Y/n,” Lorenzo’s voice came through the phone loud and clear, “guess who’s moving into formula 2…”

“I told her already,” you could hear Arthur’s voice, although faintly, through the phone, as he spoke to Lorenzo and not you.

“Oh,” Lorenzo said through the phone to you, “well he’s moving up making big boy steps.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the excitement in Lorenzo’s voice, “when’s the announcement?”

“Well if no rumors come out, maybe the end of the year, at the very least Abu Dhabi.”

“I’m so proud of him,” you spoke earnestly, “and of you too Lo.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Lorenzo said, you imagined him doing a little bow as he spoke, “here’s your boyfriend back.”

“I’ll call you back when we get to the hotel, I think I have some more media things to do,” Arthur informed, his voice sounding lighter than earlier.

“Alright,” you acknowledged, “I’m proud of you Arthur.”

“Thank you.”

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gisellaswrld · 3 months

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ᯓ★ masterlist est. 02/18/2024

LUKE HUGHES

blurb — after a breakup with a crummy boyfriend, you find yourself at the bars with your closest friends.

every night you’ll hold me and tell me i’m much more than my past; oh how i wish i could believe — after a phone call from your father, you end up losing yourself. yet luke is there to pick up the pieces, as he always is.

JACK HUGHES

i’m at a loss of words even looking at you; no pain could ever reach how it felt when you twisted the knife — traveling to michigan due to the loss of your father sucked. especially when a familiar face longed to speak to you.

forevermore i wish i didn’t remember how it went; yet with you, i forget every moment about it — you go to your childhood home at the request of your parents. while clearing out your things, you find yourself lost in the thoughts of your ruined home.

QUINN HUGHES

i’d go out of my way to receive your attention; wide eyed at the circumstances i’d do for you — after an argument with quinn, you find yourself at the bars with your less than protective friends. quinn becomes the savior, yet things still weren’t right.

BROCK BOESER

i look at you wondering where your mind is at; you’re the first choice in my heart always — being selected as a celebrity captain along side your brothers for the nhl all stars games was a situation you never thought of. leading up to the games, you made jack and quinn promise that brock would be the first pick. but after a small fight the morning of the games, you decide otherwise.

JAMIE DRYSDALE

you were okay before; you’ll be okay after — you had to learn how to adjust to your boyfriend’s trade

did we ever think this was the way to speak; new year’s day was at its peak — after a long confusing situationship with jamie, a no contact break leads to a new years confession.

the words we speak; though many unspoken; prove i love you dear — although we never said it to each other, i think we both knew.

ADAM FANTILLI

i never doubted your loyalty once; until you decided that being loyal meant hurting your lover — after many conversations with the fantilli family, you decided to make one last attempt to reach out to adam pt1 , pt2

CONNOR BEDARD

the white snow casts a bright film over the town; you shine the brightest in my eyes — during an off day, connor finally takes you to look at the christmas lights in chicago.

MAT BARZAL

you filled a hole in her heart; how she wishes you were there forever — after a long roadie, mat turns up at your apartment. he was shocked when he seen your young daughter awake, and they have a small heart to heart.

overwhelming how much i am grateful; you are her own — mat requests that you and your daughter attend the home game for your daughters 4th birthday. somehow, mat conjures up the best birthday present for your daughter.

MISC

hughes brothers — their texts with their lovers pt.1 , pt.2

#🪩 gisella speaks #ꕤ written by gisella

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smolwoo · 1 year

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a second chance

genre: fluff and a sprinkle of comedy heh

pairing: seungcheol x fem reader

word count: 2.4k (i went a bit overboard and i know this is more than the limit. i'm sorry :c)

content: childhood friends to strangers to lovers, flashback moments, office au

author's note: this is so late omg but this is for @rasparagus from your secret santa :3 hope you like it! i lowkey struggled to make this for so many weeks. i even changed the idea like a million times BUT is okay. we did it so is fines lmfaoo but yeah. merry christmas gurl! and happy new year as well to everyone!

~ ~ ~

you stared across the cubicle divider, glancing every now and then at your childhood best friend. he was hired not even 2 weeks ago and management was already treating him like a veteran employee. the workload was enormously stressful for you. you couldn't imagine what it would be like for someone as new as him.

and yet, you couldn't muster up the courage to go over there and help him.

you saw him fully focused on the task at hand. it was almost closing time at the office, but he was like a statue at his seat. papers spread across his station as little sticky notes were franatically placed on his cubicle wall. and if you looked closely enough, you could see the frustration in his face. eyebrows furrowed as he tapped his pen in annoyance.

if this were any other time, you would have been over there hours ago. if you were still kids, you would've been there in a heartbeat.

~ ~ ~

"so... why haven't you guys dated yet?" your coworker, seungkwan asked, eating his food as he slouched in his chair. dokyeom was behind him, who was eagerly trying to overhear the conversation.

"because we're not friends anymore."

"mhm sure. because strangers look at each other like that," dokyeom prodded, glancing at seungcheol sitting at his desk who quickly looked away and back at his papers.

"so why did you really not date yet?"

"because he's taken." your voice was stern and straightforward, yet you made sure none of them could notice how much you missed him.

it was a hard few months after he made it official with his relationship and it was even harder trying to adjust to losing him as a friend. you both naturally drifted apart when she came into the picture. partially because she didn't feel comfortable and partially because you knew you couldn't handle seeing it. and if sacrificing a friendship for the sake of your mental health was the better option. so be it.

even if it killed you on the inside.

"you haven't spoken to each other in years. things could have changed," seungkwan added, trying to find a rationale in this. you appreciated the sentiment, but it wasn't something you needed. he was being too hopeful.

"and what makes you say that?"

"because he said he was single," soonyoung peaked up from the other side of the cubicle divider. everyone turned to face him as he flashed an innocent smile.

"so sorry for eavesdropping. you know these website articles are only so interesting for a short period of time." he waved his hand, fluttering at nothing.

"that's so interesting considering you have a deadline in 2 days," dokyeom teased, taking seungkwan's food and throwing it at him.

"you missed."

dokyeom was about to get more food ammunition when seungkwan hit his hand away. he glared in response.

"so wait... how do you even know he's single?" you questioned, doubt settling in as the timing seemed a bit too good to be true.

"for someone that used to be the eye candy around this office, you know when you have competition."

dokyeom gagged at the word and seungkwan did the same. both reaching in for food ammo and throwing it at soonyoung. he stood there and accepted his fate.

"and this is what i get for my service?"

"thank you for your kind service," you teased, batting your eyelashes obnoxiously so he could see the sentiment. soonyoung rolled his eyes as he sat back down, groaning at the work that he had to do.

"well here's your chance. take it."

~ ~ ~

seungkwan's voice rang in your ears. easier said than done, you would've said to him. anything would have been easier than this.

yet it didn't register that you got up from your seat and started walking. it also didn't register that you had food in your hand to offer him. not until you had the courage to say something when he was now standing before you.

"hi."

his eyes widened when he saw you, dropping the papers he had in his hands. his mouth gaped open, but nothing was coming out. your heart was racing so fast you could have sworn he heard it too.

good thing his heart was pounding as loud as yours.

"hi," he croaked, clearing his throat quickly at the sudden realization of how he just somehow lost his voice to speak.

you couldn't believe you were doing this. maybe there was still time to back out and just leave. quitting the office seemed like a good option right now.

"do you want to sit?" he managed to say, his eyes were tired, yet something was hidden behind them. you couldn't muster enough words in the english language to think of a response so all you did was obliged to the request, sitting in the empty chair next to him. like it knew you belonged there.

"thanks."

you sat there, playing at the wrappers of the food that you brought for him. you didn't say anything other than how you pushed the food towards him. he understood the gesture and hesitantly helped himself to the snacks.

"so..."

"so..." he mimicked. it was taking him a lot longer to accept the fact that you were sitting there right in front of him. he never took into account how much you've grown since you last saw each other.

and yet, you still got him nervous. even after all these years. if only you knew what happened when you left.

"how are you?" he treaded lightly. strands of hair falling on your face as you looked down at the question. you wanted to shake him for asking something so stupid. you wanted to tell him that you left because you needed to. not because you wanted to.

"i'm fine, how are you?"

it was a dry response. even seungcheol could see that. he never truly understood why you left. maybe because you didn't want to disrespect his relationship at the time. maybe he was so caught up with himself... he neglected the one person who was there for him since the beginning.

~ ~ ~

"CHEOL I HAVE A BANDAID!!" you screamed at the top of your little lungs. you trudged against the snow, running as fast as you could towards him. he was at the bottom of the slide, gripping his leg at the scrapes that ensued.

you finally reached him, taking the bandaid and placing it on his knee.

"there!" you smiled as your cheeks were growing pink from the snow. he giggled at your response, turning his leg to show all the other scrapes he had. your eyes widened.

"i think we need more bandaids..."

"you're dumb," he smiled at you for trying.

you smiled back at him.

you really liked how he smiled.

~ ~ ~

"i'm okay," he replied, "the editing for the articles are killing me though."

he gestured to his screen and you silently leaned over to pull the monitor towards your direction.

"oh. i can help you if you want," you drifted and he perked up with a soft smile, admiring what he saw in you and what he didn't realized he missed all those years.

in other words, he missed you. deeply.

you grabbed the monitor and politely asked if you could see his work. he gladly gave you the room to figure out his problem as he casually munched on the snacks before him.

he couldn't help but look at you. your face was confused, yet determined. something about it was calming to him. that even with all the years that kept you apart, something in you managed to stay beside him.

~ ~ ~

seungcheol came running down the dorm hall, accidentally bumping into a few students along the way. he was overly excited to tell you the good news. not only did he ace one of his hardest finals, but he also got the girl he had the biggest crush on the moment they arrived at the university. all thanks to you.

he eagerly pushed the door open to your dorm, suprised that he saw your bed completely empty. no sheets, bed covers, and pillows. everything was missing. your roommate at the time looked up and gave him a weak smile.

"she left."

and that was it. his entire world collapsed before him. the sand was slipping thru his fingers. you left without saying goodbye. not even a quick notice sufficed the hole that was growing inside his chest.

"why?"

that was all he could say. your roommate stayed silent, even after seungcheol repeated the word over and over again. to the point where it didn't sound like a word anymore.

the confusion quickly slipped into frustration as his eyes burned with sadness moreso if anything. he was trying to build up the anger, but it melted into numbness. he left the room, questioning everything.

you two were a team. that was what everyone said about you both when you were growing up together. and yet, the term felt meaningless now.

~ ~ ~

it was almost midnight at the office and the more you looked at the computer screen, the more the words didn't look like words.

"i think we should stop," seungcheol began, glancing over at your tired face and sleepy eyes. you didn't even process the words coming out of his mouth until he turned off the monitor.

"but seungcheol, your deadline is—"

"it's fine. this is more than enough," his voice was so soft. the fatigue was getting to you because the chair looked like a great place to sleep tonight. if you gathered up enough papers, you could pile it into a pillow and just knock out right there. it was a great option, which is why you didn't move when seungcheol called for you.

"let's just sleep in the office. so we won't be late for tomorrow." you managed to say, which made him laugh.

"that's actually a great idea." he replied, organizing all the papers back to where they came from. he then offered his arm to you so you could find the energy to get up.

"are we actually sleeping here?"

seungcheol laughed and shook his head no. he was holding you up with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. it wasn't long until your head naturally fell into the crevace of his neck.

his heart was pounding in his chest. it felt like an echo coming into his ears. something about how you fit so perfectly there made his cheeks turn pink. he was so grateful you couldn't see him like this. actually, he was very grateful that no one could see him like this.

"y/n?"

"yeah?"

you both stood before the elevator now. the office was finally locked up and the lights were off. as if there were no memories or traces of what had happened just a few hours ago.

"i just wanted to say thank you."

and that's when you looked up at him. lifting your head slightly from the warmness of his shoulder. and that was the first time you truly looked at him.

he was tired as well, but was trying very hard not to show it. his hair wasn't as fluffy as it was when you were little, but he still maintained it enough to make himself look as handsome as ever. his eyes were soft and his cheeks were flushed.

"oh. you don't have to. it was just—"

"no for coming back."

his voice was steady, but grew increasingly nervous as he looked back at your voice with a sense of urgency. you didn't react. you just blinked at him.

"i left because i had to. not because i wanted to."

and that's when seungcheol finally understood.

"i didn't want to take up your time with your girlfriend. she was your priority. and seeing you two together... i couldn't do it."

the words were coming out of you like a waterfall and you were too tired to press on the brakes. you thought about this moment a million times. would it have been easier to confess how you felt before? would it make a difference if you said something sooner? anger tried to boil up inside you, but it was soon washed over with just sadness.

"you do realize that you have always been my priority right?"

and that's when you stopped talking. you finally saw what he had hidden behind his eyes.

hope.

it wasn't long until you were surrounded by him. arms holding you so close. his grip tightened the moment he heard you whimper. you couldn't help the tears that slowly formed and fell onto your cheeks.

it has been years since you were in a state like this. and for the first time in a long time, you saw what seungcheol saw. what he knew the moment he met you. something that you never wanted to admit to yourself that you felt.

love.

the elevator announced its arrival with a ding. seungcheol had to let you go as you turned away to wipe some of your tears.

you both entered the elevator as the machine began to move down. and you just looked at each other with some kind of fondness that broke into a laugh.

seungcheol wanted to take a picture. he hadn't seen you smile like that in a long time. to hopefully remember all the memories and to make up for all the lost time you were apart.

"are we... are we doing this?"

the elevator stopped at the lobby and as the doors opened, he slowly grabbed your hand. interlacing his fingers with yours. seungcheol glanced at you once more before stepping outside.

"absolutely."

~ ~ ~

#seventeen #seventeen writing #seungcheol fic #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol fluff #seventeen fic #secret santa #caratwritersclub #smolwoo

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he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle · 6 months

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2023 Year in Review

In celebration of the coming New Year, I decided to do a re-watch of every drama I gave 3 or more stars in 2023. Only 15 made the cut, which given the number of dramas I watched (I started well over 200, although I dropped at least a third of those) is not that many.

(My rating system is pretty simple: 1 ⭐ = terrible/don't recommend/waste of time, 2 ⭐⭐ = pretty good/enjoyable/would recommend to others but probably never re-watch, 3 ⭐⭐⭐ = good/likely to re-watch, 4 ⭐⭐⭐⭐ = practically perfect/would re-watch frequently. As you can see, it's more about what I personally enjoy than what's objectively great. So some objectively good shows aren't on this list, like La Pluie or Wedding Plan or Our Dating Sim or Doctor Cha or King the Land or Call it Love, because they got a lower score from me because I'm not that likely to ever re-watch them even though I'm glad I watched them and I'll happily recommend them to others. Of course, my ratings are subject to change over time too because I often surprise myself with what I re-watch. Some shows that I originally gave 2.5 stars have eeked out 3.5 stars over the following year or two just because they grew on me and I kept re-watching them.)

As such, my plan to ring in the New Year is to re-watch:

Lost/Human Disqualification - ⭐⭐⭐/⭐ - (IQIYI/Amazon Prime, kdrama, slice of life, healing journey, slight romance, a 42yo woman pushed to the breaking point by life crosses paths with a 27yo man who is mourning the loss of his friend, outstanding dialog, killer A+ acting, tw: infidelity, miscarriage, and suicide BUT DON'T LET THAT SCARE YOU AWAY)

Hit The Spot ⭐⭐⭐ (Viki, kdrama, romcom, 2 women begin hosting a sex advice podcast, funny, sex positive education, extraordinarily relatable, high heat, 8 30min eps)

The Glory ⭐⭐⭐/⭐ (Netflix, kdrama, 36yo woman patiently takes revenge on her childhood bullies, slight romance, incredible dialog, A+ acting, excellent pacing and powerful reveals, tw: the highschool bullies are evil little sociopaths who do some extremely horrific shit)

The Eighth Sense ⭐⭐⭐/⭐ (Viki, gay romance, kdrama, incoming freshman who is a rural-transplant to Seoul meets exiting senior and joins his surf club, gorgeous production, healing past trauma, A+ acting and insanely believable physical chemistry, good OST)

Love Tractor ⭐⭐⭐ (IQIYI, gay, short kbl, big city law student with musical ambitions hides from his responsibilities in the countryside and meets a younger himbo farmer with a heart of gold)

Sing My Crush ⭐⭐⭐/⭐ (IQIYI, kBL, a talented but heartbroken young man is about to give up on his musical dreams when he is adopted by an eager wannabe manager, best friends to lovers, cohabitation, pining, good plot and chemistry)

Moonlight Chicken ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (YouTube, Thai, gay romance + BL, one night stand between a struggling chicken diner owner and a recently promoted office worker turns into more, HS student and lonely deaf boy become the cutest couple to ever cute, A+ writing and acting, themes of: found family, making a home, love matters even when it doesn't end well, class inequality, queer generational divides, letting go of the past, a radically compassionate look at first love, last love, lost love, and unrequited love)

Bed Friend ⭐⭐⭐ (IQIYI, Thai, gay office romance, enemies to FWB to lovers, healing past trauma done right, ridiculously pretty leads, consent kings, high heat, A+ lead chemistry and acting, soft landing in the final 2 eps, tw: sexual assault)

My School President ⭐⭐⭐/⭐ (Viki, Thai, BL, high school boys singing their feelings [well!], wholesome, gentle, sweet and funny, A+ production values, peak low-heat BL with well-executed tropes)

Be My Favorite ⭐⭐⭐ (Youtube, Thai, BL, repressed and fearful boy travels back in time to his college days to woo his crush and falls in love with his supposed rival instead, themes: living each moment to the fullest so you won't have regrets, kindness as a catalyst for character growth and positive change, bravery in the face of uncertainty, telling people you love them can only be a good thing)

Laws of Attraction ⭐⭐⭐ (IQIYI, Thai, gay, mystery/romance lakorn, evil unhinged babygirl lawyer and the heroic idealistic taekwondo instructor who falls for him work together to solve the mystery of his niece's death, loveable granny, A+ lesbians, happy endings all around, great acting and lead chemistry)

Jack O'Frost ⭐⭐⭐ (Viki, Japan, gay, amnesiac young man and his co-habitating ex begin their relationship again, short 6 ep, A+ acting, excellent production values)

Hold my Hand at Twilight ⭐⭐⭐ (Viki, jdrama, twenty-something city mouse meets country mouse and they begin the journey towards making their dreams come true, cohabitation, warm-hearted, angsty 3rd act, A+ acting, excellent banter, post-credit epilogue)

Kiseki: Dear to Me ⭐⭐⭐ (Viki, Taiwan, gay, hardworking med student falls for the gang member he secretly treats, insane plot includes time skip and amnesia [2 tropes I usually hate, but actually done well in this case and not annoying], domesticity, cohabitation, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, short total runtime)

Fake It Till You Make It ⭐⭐⭐/⭐ (Viki, China, romance, 🔥 lead chemistry, snappy banter, disarmingly honest and vulnerable leads, this couple wants to eat each other for dinner AND dessert but constantly chooses not to because of other life priorities and fears, friends with killer UST to lovers who communicate shockingly well, all the characters feel like real people instead of caricatures)

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bruh-2004 · 6 months

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XDINARY HEROES AS "SUGAR DADDY"

→ JUNGSU

he would be a very boyfriend material sugar daddy, he would take care of you as if you were a couple;

very cute and respectful, he would always stop by your house to see you and ask if you needed anything, if you asked for personal space he would respect that and just say "if you need me you know you can call me";

jungsu would like to give you lots of gifts even if you didn't ask for anything, he would definitely take "sugar" literally;

he would also like to take you to see different places, not always expensive or anything like that, sometimes they would be places that he likes to go to and that he would like to share with you;

about affective and sexual relationships, yes you would, Jungsu would make a point of kissing and hugging you even in public places, making everyone around think they were an ordinary couple, the sex would be more fluff, but he would have more hardcore peaks.

→ GAON

gaon would have a bit of a jungsu vibe, he would be affectionate with you and take care of you too, but in front of others your relationship would just seem like a childhood friendship;

he would give you all the gifts you asked for, but he wouldn't be much of a giver unless you asked him to;

gaon would like to take you to places he likes to go too, like arcades and themed cafes, he would also like to see places you like to go to;

despite being simple and like a friend, he would also know how to be a real sugar daddy when necessary, so there would be times when he would offer you extra money and trips to expensive places, like the Maldives;

intimate and sexual relations would also happen, not as often, but when it happened he would embrace your request, so being hard or fluff would depend on your will.

→ JUNHAN

Junhan would be a more "standard" sugar daddy, he would be more serious and wouldn't be that affectionate with you, but deep down he cares about you and wants to make you happy;

he would give him whatever you asked for, it didn't matter the amount, he would just go there and buy it (like I said, a standard sugar daddy);

the tours would be more of your choice, so wherever you wanted to go he would take you;

despite being more serious you would have more cute moments together, you would love to see him play the guitar and knowing this he would offer you guitar lessons;

you wouldn't have sexual relations, the relationship between you would just be one of giving and receiving gifts (but who knows, that might change over time lol).

→ JOOYEON

a relationship of friends like gaon, jooyeon and you would have met at University and had a certain friendship, after they graduated he followed your difficulty in getting a job so he decided to be your sugar daddy;

jooyeon would be very affectionate with you, he would be like an obedient puppy, you would command and he would obey;

generally you chose the places you wanted to go or travel, but jooyeon would also help you choose on some occasions;

he would LOVE to give you surprise gifts, seriously, most of the things you got were his own and not your requests;

you would have an intimate relationship, with kisses and the like, but you would not (yet) have sexual relations.

→ GUN-IL

a relationship between a sugar daddy and a DADDY, of all the relationships with this man would be the deepest;

he would give you absolutely everything that was good and the best, if you asked him for something simple he would be outraged, so you would have to remember to never ask him for something cheap;

you would have cute and funny moments together, as if you were lovers (and honestly, I think you would reach that level in the near future);

gun-il would take you to important and fancy events, demanding that you be his companion, he wouldn't care about other people's opinions, he would just want to have you around;

as said in the first topic, you would have a very intimate relationship, so yes, he would love to kiss you and touch you, he would love to have you on his lap... I better not continue otherwise this will turn into a gun-il oneshot hahaha.

→ O.DE

he would be a mix of gun-il and junhan, he would be a little more serious and standard, but he would also be your daddy;

expensive gifts and trips to very expensive places, your favorite place would be Dubai;

o.de would also take you to important events and wouldn't mind the talk, but he would try to hide your true relationship so as not to make you uncomfortable;

you would have more moments of friendship, he would be a great listener and advisor, so you would know that you could lean on him when you were not well;

and also as I said at the beginning you would have intimate and sexual relationships, and be prepared, Seungmin would be more hardcore, he wouldn't have much patience for a more fluff relationship, he would really like slaps, hair pulling and making you squirt, literally .

#xdinary heroes fanfic #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh imagines #xdh smut #xdinary hard hours #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes imagines

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naesarangyunho · 2 years

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Drunken Confessions- Choi Yeonjun x male reader

[I don't own these images credits to the original owners]

MATURE CONTENT

Synopsis: Yeonjun gets woken by a call from his drunk best friend and when Yeonjun picks him up from the club and takes him home, Y/n confesses something that'll change their friendship forever.

Contains: best friends to lovers, childhood friend!Yeonjun, mentions of alcohol consumption, a heated make out session, hickies, grinding, love confessions

[Word Count: 4k]

The sharp ringing of a cellphone sliced through Yeonjun's dream (something about Odi chasing him) and he woke up, squinting through the darkness of his room, trying to pinpoint where the hell he'd left his phone this time.

He spotted the lit up screen on his desk and climbed reluctantly out from under his covers, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he crossed the room. He grabbed the phone and answered it with a yawn, still too half asleep to even bother checking who was calling.

"Hello?" he grumbled.

"Yeonjun-ah? Beomgyu said you don't -hic- love meee," He heard his best friend's slurred words through the phone.

"Y/n, are you drunk?" Yeonjun asked, suddenly very much awake and confused by his friend's words. Beomgyu said what?

"Noooo..." Y/n drawled out.

Yeonjun shook his head in disbelief, "Y/n, you're literally slurring all of your words and I can clearly hear the thumping of music in the background."

"Okay, but I only had a teeny bit to drink! Promiseee."

Yeonjun huffed, "Y/n, just be straight with me- how many drinks did you have? Tell me now or so help me, God-"

"Like half a bottle."

That could mean differently depending on the alcohol so Yeonjun had to clarify,

"Of?"

"Vodka..."

Those aren't exactly small bottles and Y/n also didn't have the best alcohol tolerance either.

"Aish- Tell me where you are, I'm coming to get you."

"No." His friend said firmly and he could almost see the foot stomp and pout.

Yeonjun's brows drew together, "What? Y/n, just tell me where you are."

"No. You don't love me. I don't -hic- want to see you."

Yeonjun felt both his temper and concern peak, "Y/n. I'm not asking again."

His friend could hear the sternness in his voice and knew to not mess around anymore.

"Fine."

Yeonjun felt his phone vibrate and took it away from his ear for a second to check.

Y/n had sent him a pin location. He was at a club called Duality ten minutes from Yeonjun's apartment.

He put the phone back to his ear, "I'm coming. Don't do anything stupid."

He hung up, threw some clothes on, grabbed his keys and practically ran out of his house to his car.

What the hell had Beomgyu said to Y/n?

***

Yeonjun pulled up outside of the nightclub and looked out of his window, trying to spot his friend in the dimly lit space in front of the establishment.

He spotted him only a few moments later, only a little ways away from where he was parked. Y/n was bent over double, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the pavement.

"Fantastic," Yeonjun muttered darkly.

What could Beomgyu possibly have said to make Y/n feel like he had to drown himself in alcohol? Yeonjun felt anger bubble up within him again. He was gonna kick Beomgyu's ass the next time he saw him.

He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of his car and walked as fast as possible over to where his best friend was standing up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He looked fucking horrible, to be frank. He was pale, sweating and his hair was a mess and stuck to his forehead.

"Y/n, are you okay?" He asked, putting an arm around his quivering shoulders, supporting him as he straightened up.

It took Yeonjun a moment to realise that his friend was crying.

"Beomgyu said you'll never love me, Hyung." Y/n turned his head to give Yeonjun the most heartbreaking look.

"Y/n-(y)ah, how could you think that? Of course, I love you; you're my best friend."

Yeonjun was already confused and even more so when a fresh torrent of tears poured from his friend's eyes at his words. He had absolutely no idea what was going on and all he could think to do was hug the younger man to him and bundle him into his car. He buckled him in and handed him a bottle of water he had retrieved from the glove box.

"Drink that please and don't vomit in my car," Yeonjun said before closing the door and walking around the car to get into the driver's side.

Y/n, who was still drunkenly sobbing, merely nodded in response.

Yeonjun was about to start the car but turned to look at his friend once more. He had downed the water and was now sadly staring into the darkness outside through the car window. He was still crying.

Yeonjun took his hand off of the ignition and instead pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialled Beomgyu's number. He glanced at Y/n again as he waited for Beomgyu to pick up; he had fallen asleep, his face pressed against the cool glass window.

"Hello?" Beomgyu answered, finally picking up.

"Gyu, what did you say to Y/n?" Yeonjun asked, trying his best to keep his tone neutral.

"What do you mean?" Beomgyu inquired as if he had no idea what was going on.

Yeonjun almost believed him until he heard shuffling on the other end of the line; Beomgyu had gotten up to pace.

"Beomgyu, stop messing around. I don't appreciate it."

He heard Beomgyu gulp and continued, "He called me, drunk off of his ass and sobbing saying that you told him that I don't love him. "

Yeonjun was trying so incredibly hard not to raise his voice but Beomgyu still hadn't responded.

"I don't like repeating myself, Beomgyu." He said through gritted teeth.

It was well-known in their friend circle that an angry Yeonjun was absolutely lethal so Beomgyu knew that it was time to stop acting stupid.

"Y/n came to me asking for advice, confessing that he has romantic feelings for you and I told him you don't feel the same and-"

Yeonjun's heart jumped and his anger finally boiled over, "And how the fuck would you know that, Beomgyu?!"

"I- I was just trying to be a good friend, Hyung, I swear!"

Yeonjun couldn't believe his ears.

His gaze shifted over to his best friend who had managed to sleep through that entire exchange. Y/n had romantic feelings toward him? Yeonjun wasn't sure what to believe but a part of him was really hoping that it was true. Yeonjun wasn't usually one to explicitly state his feelings and despite how badly he'd wanted to, he had never let Y/n know how he truly felt. He didn't want to risk losing a friend he'd had for most of his life.

"Yeah. Whatever." He spat, hanging up before Beomgyu even had a chance to respond.

Yeonjun frowned at Y/n's sleeping form, deep in thought for a moment. No matter either of their feelings, this was something that was to be discussed under better circumstances than the current ones. He took his gaze off of his friend and instead started the car, pulling into traffic, and made his way to Y/n's apartment building.

***

Not much later Yeonjun's car pulled up outside Y/n's apartment building.

He took the keys from the ignition, unbuckled himself, got out of the car and went to Y/n's side to help him. He opened the door and poked his sleeping friend, "Y/n."

"Aish, this kid," Yeonjun muttered with a sigh.

He poked him a little harder but he still got no reaction.

"Yah, wake up," Yeonjun said, flicking his friend's forehead.

His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Yeonjun with a frown as he sleepily rubbed the spot the elder had flicked, "Huh?"

Yeonjun waited for the doorman to open the door for them. The doorman gave Y/n one look and rushed to open the door for them. Yeonjun bowed his head briefly in thanks and helped Y/n to the elevator. Once they had boarded the empty elevator, Y/n clung to Yeonjun's body. More than necessary in Yeonjun's opinion but he chose not to say anything, letting Y/n rest his head on his shoulder and stroking his hair in the hopes of providing a little comfort.

Yeonjun watched as all Y/n's thoughts flooded back into his head and the way his lip quivered the slightest as he looked up at Yeonjun. His heart hurt seeing his friend this sad. He took a breath, wrapped his arms around Y/n's body and helped him out of the car after unbuckling his safety belt. Y/n still couldn't walk in a straight line so Yeonjun put Y/n's arm around his shoulder and then put his arm under Y/n's armpit. They then hobbled their way out of the parking lot and up to the front door of the building. Yeonjun thanked God that Y/n wasn't as heavy as the rest of his drunkard friends he'd had to help home before. Especially Soobin. That man was heavy and had absolutely no coordination when drunk.

It was only when Y/n started drunkenly mouthing at Yeonjun's neck that Yeonjun did speak up.

His eyes widened, "Y/n, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Y/n murmured, his koala-like grip on Yeonjun tightening.

Yeonjun's heart jumped and he tried to gently pry the other boy off of him, "Y/n, c'mon."

His efforts were in vain.

He began to panic a little more as Y/n continued placing sloppy kisses on his neck. Admittedly, Yeonjun was starting to enjoy the feeling of Y/n's mouth on his skin but he couldn't let this escalate further. Y/n was drunk and Yeonjun didn't want anything they'd regret to take place.

Yeonjun was frozen, unsure of how exactly to handle this situation but then the elevator chimed, signalling that they'd reached the correct floor and the doors opened to reveal an elderly couple who were staring right at them.

Yeonjun's cheeks flushed and he shoved Y/n off of him. The other boy let out a grunt, stumbled and nearly fell but Yeonjun grabbed his wrist and hauled him out of the elevator after himself. Yeonjun mentally cursed the couple and the faces they'd pulled at him and Y/n as he dragged his friend down the corridor. What were old people even doing awake at two o'clock in the morning?

Once they got to the right door, Yeonjun propped Y/n up against the wall and punched in the code he knew by heart now and the door opened with a beep.

When Yeonjun turned to get Y/n, the younger boy was falling forwards, bent double and Yeonjun panicked and grabbed him by the waist. In doing so one of his hands went dangerously close to Y/n's crotch, a few fingers brushing against it. Y/n let out a sound that made Yeonjun's face burn scarlet and he retracted his hand as fast as humanly possible. He grabbed Y/n by the shoulder instead and pulled him into the apartment and let the door slam shut behind them.

He helped Y/n to his room, gingerly placing an arm around his waist and gently put him on the bed once they entered the room.

"I'm coming back now," Yeonjun informed Y/n before leaving the room to go to the kitchen and fetch a glass of water.

Once in the ample kitchen, he couldn't help but replay the sound that had left Y/n's mouth in his mind, and his cheeks flushed. He shook his head at himself and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge instead before padding down the hallway back to Y/n's room.

When Yeonjun entered the room, he saw his best friend spread out on the sheets and pillows strewn across his unmade bed.

"Y/n?" Yeonjun called out, not sure if he was sleeping.

The younger's eyes were closed but his facial expression was anything but peaceful and Yeonjun could see the tears on his cheeks shine from the bedside lamp's light.

"Y/n?" Yeonjun repeated, louder this time.

Y/n's eyes shot open and he turned his head to look at the older man.

"Yes?" He responded; his voice hoarse from vomiting earlier.

"What's wrong? Let me know so I can help. I don't like seeing you like this."

Yeonjun set the water bottle down on the nightstand and joined Y/n on the bed, lying on his side next to him. Y/n looked at him for a moment before he groaned and flipped himself over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillows beneath him. Yeonjun was genuinely confused and frowned, placing a warm hand on Y/n's back.

Y/n turned his head to look at him, his eyebrows drawn together, and there were tears welling up in his eyes again.

Yeonjun didn't know how to deal with this situation. Y/n had been sobbing earlier, then acted... different...in the elevator and outside his apartment but now he was crying again and Yeonjun could see genuine pain in Y/n's eyes.

Was what Beomgyu said earlier true? Did Y/n truly have feelings for him?

Yeonjun was at a loss. Normally he would try to handle something like this maturely by discussing it but Y/n was in no condition for such things. He sighed in frustration and rubbed circles into Y/n's back, trying to comfort the younger.

"Why don't you love me, Hyung?" Y/n asked, looking at him with puppy eyes. Y/n rolled onto his side to face Yeonjun and reached a hand out to cup Yeonjun's cheek.

Yeonjun honestly wanted to lean into his touch but he instead gave Y/n a questioning look.

"You keep saying that, but I do love you."

Y/n shook his head sadly," Beomgyu was right, I guess. You'll never return my feelings."

Y/n's hand left Yeonjun's face to trail down his neck and rest in the space between his shoulder and neck.

"Why can't you just be mine?" Y/n said with a sad frown, more to himself than anyone else.

Yeonjun was still at a loss for words, his heart racing. He knew he should probably pull away or say something but the way that the other was looking at him stopped him from doing either.

"You're so beautiful, Yeonjunnie," Y/n murmured his gaze fixed on Yeonjun's face. .

Yeonjun would have shrugged the compliment off under normal circumstances but these were not exactly normal, were they?

Suddenly something in Y/n's gaze changed. Y/n's eyes flicked down to the elder's lips and back up and Yeonjun felt himself grow hot under Y/n's smouldering stare. He knew that now, more than ever, he had to look away and move away from Y/n but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Y/n's hand returned to Yeonjun's cheek, softly stroking the soft skin. His thumb traced Yeonjun's lips, catching on his bottom lip. Suddenly Yeonjun was burning up and any rational thoughts he'd had completely disappeared. All he could think about was kissing Y/n.

Y/n's thumb was still resting on his mouth and Yeonjun, against his own better judgment, pressed a kiss into it. Y/n locked eyes with him, his gaze fiery. Yeonjun wanted to feel Y/n's skin more than anything suddenly and moved the hand that had previously been resting on Y/n's back up the bottom of his t-shirt to rest on the skin of his friend's hip. Y/n hummed at the contact, shifting his hand to cup the back of Yeonjun's head, pushing his fingers into Yeonjun's dark hair, their faces now only mere centimetres from one another.

Time seemed to stop for a moment and Yeonjun could feel his and Y/n's breath mingling in the small space between their mouths. Then, before either of them had time to comprehend it, their lips were crushed together in a heated kiss. Y/n pulled Yeonjun's body flush to his by his hips, kissing him with a fervour.

He rolled his hips into Yeonjun's, craving friction.

Yeonjun could taste the alcohol on Y/n's lips and Y/n could taste sleep on Yeonjun's breath but at that moment neither of them cared. All either of them could concentrate on was the feel of each other's warm mouths. Y/n threw a leg over Yeonjun's in an attempt to get closer to him Yeonjun dug his nails into Y/n's hips. Yeonjun took the way Y/n gasped as an opportunity to slip his tongue into his open mouth. Y/n moaned as their tongues met, the sound music to Yeonjun's ears.

Yeonjun, seeking a more comfortable position, straddled Y/n's waist and pulled him into a sitting position so that Yeonjun was seated in Y/n's lap, strong thighs on either side of his. He tangled his fingers in Y/n's hair and Y/n's hands travelled up his back to his shoulder blades, his fingernails digging into the skin there upon feeling Yeonjun's weight press into his crotch. Yeonjun's warm mouth dragged down the column of Y/n's neck to his collarbones and sucked marks into the soft skin. Y/n, growing impatient, pulled the older man's mouth back to his and connected their lips in a rough kiss.

The kiss was hot and messy, teeth clashing and tongues meeting, but neither of them cared about anything in that moment; they were too focused on the growing heat between them, the downright chemistry they had and how good everything felt.

Y/n flipped their position, straddling Yeonjun instead and pulled his head back, panting, his lips wet and swollen.

He impatiently tugged Yeonjun's shirt off then his own. He paused for a moment, appreciating the beauty that was Yeonjun. Yeonjun did the same, drinking in his fill of Y/n's body.

Y/n leant down and nibbled at Yeonjun's pale neck, sucking bruises into the skin. He licked at Yeonjun's clavicles and kissed his way down Yeonjun's chest and stomach, delighted by the whimpers leaving Yeonjun's mouth and the way he had tangled his fingers his hair and was tugging at it.

He was proud that he could and had turned Yeonjun into a hot mess, panting and moaning beneath him; putty in his hands. Y/n pressed his ass down and into Yeonjun's crotch and the older man moaned something sinful and threw his head back. His face turned red, embarrassed by the sounds leaving his lips. Y/n smirked and rolled his hips again, coaxing another pretty sound from Yeonjun.

"Fuck, Y/n-" Yeonjun began but Y/n rolled his hips again and Yeonjun was cut off by his own moans.

He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to suppress the sounds that were building up in his throat.

"Y/n, please, you're not sober, I c-can't continue to," -Y/n rolled his hips- "take advantage of this situation-nnh." He finished, moaning again as Y/n continued to torment him.

"Y/n, please, if we c-continue this you and I'll regret it tomorrow." Yeonjun managed to finally get out.

Y/n frowned and slowed his movements a little but didn't stop, "What do you mean, Hyung?"

"I mean no matter how much we're both enjoying this, it still wouldn't have happened if you weren't drunk, Y/n." Yeonjun took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself as Y/n's movements stopped.

Y/n looked down at Yeonjun, "I am completely serious about the way I feel about you, Hyung."

Yeonjun's heart fluttered.

"As- As am I, but let's discuss this tomorrow and if you still feel the same without the help of alcohol, we can gladly continue this, I promise," Yeonjun murmured and reached up to cup the younger's face.

Y/n merely nodded and rolled off of Yeonjun, collapsing next to him.

Yeonjun looked at Y/n. His hair was messy, his face flushed, his breathing irregular and a glance down his body confirmed that Y/n was just as sexually frustrated as Yeonjun was now. His mouth was also, however, twisted into a scowl of disappointment.

Yeonjun felt bad.

"I guess I'll be leaving then." Yeonjun started to get up from Y/n's bed but Y/n grabbed his wrist, " No. Please don't leave me."

Yeonjun hesitated but the look on Y/n's face caused him to cave in.

"Okay." He murmured and crawled under the covers with Y/n.

The silence that followed was almost deafening, both men stuck in their heads.

Y/n was the first to break the silence.

"Can you hold me?" Came Y/n's quiet and tentative request.

"Of course." Yeonjun wrapped his arms around the younger boy's body and pulled him against his chest.

Y/n curled into Yeonjun and the older buried his face in Y/n's hair and, after a moment of hesitation, pressed a soft kiss into it.

The situation they were currently in was not exactly comfortable. Y/n had a headache forming, Yeonjun was feeling conflicted and they both had severe hard-ons that neither of them were going to address, never mind take care of.

After a while, Y/n spoke up again, "Sorry."

Yeonjun just nodded, "Let's get some sleep, okay?"

Y/n hummed and closed his eyes. Yeonjun did the same and after what felt like forever they drifted off to sleep.

***

Y/n woke up, a headache tearing its way through his brain. He rubbed at his eyes and frowned. What happened the night before? His memory was hazy. He knew that he had gotten drunk out of his mind after visiting Beomgyu's home. So drunk that he had had the craziest and most vivid dream involving his best friend and lots of kissing.

He turned to look at the spot beside him and reached his hand out to touch it. It was cold and empty.

Y/n heaved himself out of bed with a groan and stumbled, half asleep, to the ensuite bathroom. He stepped up to the sink, opened the tap and splashed his face with water. He pulled a face at the taste of his morning breath and made quick work of brushing his teeth.

A few minutes later he went to leave, much more awake now, but stopped when he finally caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror for the first time.

His eyes widened. Had last night truly been a dream?

He gasped; he was covered in purple-red marks. They started under his jaw and travelled down his neck and his collarbones.

His contemplation was cut short by a noise deeper into the apartment startling him. Was he not home alone? How had he even gotten home? A brief image of Yeonjun helping him into his car flashed through his mind.

He stepped into the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of Yeonjun's bare back as he stood in only his sweatpants and socks, making coffee. Yeonjun's back muscles rippled under his skin as he worked, completely oblivious to Y/n staring at him. Y/n spotted a mark on the side of the older boy's neck and the events of the previous night came flooding back to him.

He frowned and left his room to go find the source of the sounds he heard. He crept down the hall and to the kitchen. He heard the sound of a kettle boiling, mugs rattling and the clinking of teaspoons.

He remembered what Beomgyu had said, how drunk he'd gotten. He remembered how Yeonjun had picked him up and helped him home. His face heated up as he recalled how he'd kissed and teased his best friend and how good it had felt. How Yeonjun had kissed back.

He also remembered the conversation they'd had at the end. Yeonjun had been right, without the artificial courage given to him by all the vodka he had drunk, he probably would never have been able to confess let alone make a move on the older man. But that didn't change the fact that all he'd said had been true.

Y/n wasn't sure what to do.

Should he leave and act like nothing happened or should he man up and confront the situation head-on?

He plucked up as much courage as he could, took a deep breath and crept forward. He wrapped his arms around Yeonjun and placed his head on his shoulder.

Yeonjun's movements stilled and Y/n panicked but forced himself to ignore his instinct to flee.

Y/n brushed his lips against Yeonjun's cheek, "Morning, Hyung."

His heart hammered in his chest, so nervous that Yeonjun would push him away, but he relaxed upon seeing a small smile form on the older's face.

"Morning to you, too." Yeonjun chuckled and turned to face Y/n, dropping the teaspoon he had been holding on the counter.

Y/n maintained his grip on Yeonjun's hips and Yeonjun wrapped his arms loosely around Y/n's neck. Y/n blushed but couldn't help but smirk slightly as he saw all the marks he'd left on the older. The purple-red marks contrasted nicely with Yeonjun's pale skin.

They smiled softly at each other.

"I take it you remember last night," Yeonjun stated with a raised brow and Y/n nodded.

"Sorry about that." He chuckled nervously and Yeonjun shook his head, ruffling the younger's hair.

"Nah. I was perfectly okay with it. To be honest I'd been wanting to kiss you for the longest time now."

Y/n blushed at Yeonjun's words, "Me too. Sorry that I had to be drunk to do it."

Yeonjun smiled at him, "It's fine. Not an ideal confession but one nevertheless. "

Y/n nodded and looked at Yeonjun with warm cheeks, "I meant it. I really do like you, Hyung."

Yeonjun smiled brighter and pulled Y/n in for a soft kiss.

"Ditto."

Y/n smiled brightly and pulled Yeonjun in for a tight hug.

"You have no idea how happy this makes me, Yeonjun-ah," Y/n said into Yeonjun's neck.

Yeonjun hugged him just as tight and pressed a kiss into his hair, "Nah, I think I do."

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