#and that sucked too bc we started out on a few dates but it didn't work out bc she was too hung up on her ex to move on

[sluttywoozi]

What Should We Become?

Title from Turbulence by Ateez

For: @sluttywonwoo my bestie and birthday queen

Rating: M (18+) | WC: 9.0k | Pairing: Yeosang x f!reader x San

You and San have been dating for years, you're well aware of his penchant for doing anything for anyone he loves. You just didn't know that extended to asking you to fuck his best friend, not that you mind.

Tags: est. relationship, boyfriend!san, bestfriend!yeosang, threesome, fluff, smut

Notes: boyfriend!san, you live together, pov lowkey all over the place bc i wanted to know what everyone was thinking soz

Warnings: so many feelings i did NOT plan for, food/alc mention, mention of past toxic relationship (yeo's), jealous san, mentions of san being possessive but specifically not in a gross way, nipple play, biting, oral (f and m rec.), fingering, squirting, they both have big dicks, protected piv, unprotected piv, spitroasting (hate that term so sorry), san cums inside, bc not discussed but they’re safe, open ending

Reader Notes: a bit more specific than usual bc this is for the bestie, ‘girlfriend’ used many times, she/her pronouns used, has breasts and a vagina, mention of marks showing on her skin, WAP

You fumble with the wrapping on the popcorn, cursing under your breath and trying to tear the plastic as Temi weaves in and out of your feet. San’s hand hovers just out of reach, ready and waiting to do it for you, but you pretend not to see it. He loves doing things for you and you love that about him, both because it means he’s considerate and also because it means you have to do less things, but sometimes you want to do them on your own. You know popcorn isn’t exactly the most impactful opportunity to make a stand, but it’s all about baby steps. 

The bag is finally turning in the microwave when his fingers catch at your shirt and he starts tugging you into his orbit. He’s big, broad, but still lean enough that you think you could lift him, probably, not that you’ve ever tried. You’re musing about how many piggyback rides he’s given you and how little you’ve given him when he asks the question. 

“Baby, how would you feel about sleeping with Yeosang?” He sounds nervous, his voice full of trepidation and the fabric of your top clenched in his hand. 

“Like a sleepover? That’s fine with me, I can take the couch if you guys want to share the bed, I know you like your snuggle time. Just know I'm taking Temi with me,” you respond mildly, unsure as to why he’s so on edge. 

You can see the pain enter his eyes when he realizes he’ll need to explain further. 

“No, I mean, like- Ugh! This is so hard!” He sucks in a deep breath before expelling it along with the words, “I want you to have sex with Yeosang!”

“Ohhhh. Yeah, alright,” you shrug, like he asked if you’d eat Italian for dinner, not have sex with another man. A man who isn’t your boyfriend. A man who happens to be your boyfriend’s best friend. A man who happens to be your friend. A man you happen to find incredibly attractive. 

“You agreed to that way too easily,” San pouts, pulling you closer with his arms wrapped around your waist. His fingers dig in possessively, as if to remind you who you really want, who you really love. Like you could ever forget. 

You met San and Yeosang at the same time and spent some time with both of them as friends before San confessed his feelings for you. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about Yeosang at all in those few weeks, about Yeosang and San, and just how their dynamic would translate to sex. 

But no matter how curious you were, and how prim and polished and perfect Yeosang is (and how much you want to wreck that perfection), San will always be the only man for you. 

How could you be with anyone else when San is the only one who knows you? When he not only gives you his pickles but orders an extra side of them, just for you. When he started wearing socks to bed because you hate other peoples’ feet touching yours. When he always makes sure you have your favorite lunch to eat with your favorite show, and always buys those star pimple patches you like, and brought home a soaking wet, shivering, brown ball of fur that you promptly wrapped up in a fresh-from-the-dryer towel and named Temi. 

San can read all of your moods, knows when you need extra attention or when you need solitude, knows when you want him all over you and when you can’t stand to be touched, knows how to calm you down and how to ramp you up, knows everything there is to know about you. 

He even knows the less cute parts, the ones you try to keep hidden away from everyone else. The jealousy, the insecurity, the fear of inadequacy, he knows it all. 

And he loves you. He loves you so much it shines out of every pore, so much it fills in every crack in your facade, so much he makes you glow with it. There’s no ‘but’, no ‘despite’, he loves every single thing about you because they’re about you. 

The best part is, you’re not even special. 

Sure, you’re special to him, but you’re not the only one he loves like this. He loves all of his friends with such intensity, knows them all better than he knows himself, would do anything for them. Even ask his girlfriend to have sex with them, apparently. 

Making the decision to ask must have been beyond difficult for him. San is made up of a myriad of lovely qualities, but one of the less lovely ones is his possessiveness. It never crosses the bridge into toxicity, never scares you, but he does get a certain look on his face when his friends get too touchy with you. Or when a guy asks to buy you a drink at the bar after he goes to the bathroom. Or when your ex texts you or your male study buddy invites you out for dinner or, or, or. 

But… you like it, if you’re being honest. You like when his eyes get heavy and warm on you and his grip gets tight and his body gets even bigger, somehow. Maybe you shouldn’t enjoy his posturing, but you just can’t help it when you consider what often follows. 

(San blowing your back out.)

(That’s what follows.)

The discussion of details comes later, when your popcorn has cooled enough to eat and San has gotten over his petty jealousy at the thought of you being touched by someone else. He’d gotten petulant about it after like he hadn’t considered that part of the equation, but he seems to have grown accustomed to it. There will be rules, of course, such as, “He can’t cum inside of you. That’s just for me.”

And, “No marks, either.”

“And he has to wear a condom.”

“And-”

“San, we don’t even know if Yeo wants to fuck me yet. Why don’t we get that squared away before we lay out all of the boundaries, okay?” 

“Of course he wants to fuck you,” San almost sounds offended at the idea that he wouldn’t, “But, yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” he concedes. 

“What brought this on, anyway? Is this… something you’re into?” You ask, not expecting a yes but also not expecting the answer you get. 

“No, definitely not. You know I’m not a good sharer. It’s just that Yeo kind of wants to get back into dating but he’s a bit… unsteady after his last experience. I want him to have a good one before he puts himself out there again, for a confidence boost. And I know I can trust him with you, and you with him.” 

It’s… well, shockingly isn’t the right word, because San is kind to a fault, sometimes, but it’s an unexpectedly altruistic reason, and you’re all the more glad you agreed. You would have been fine with it if he just wanted to watch another man fuck you because you think that’s hot, but to know that he really just wants to take care of his best friend makes you even more sure of your decision. 

It helps that Yeosang looks like a prince and acts like one, too. You’ve wondered what he’s like in bed, if he’s the same or if he’s less refined, less quiet, less polite. He’s so strong, you wonder if he’ll throw you around or hold you down, or if he’ll handle you gently and hold your hand. You wouldn’t mind either, if you’re being honest. 

The weight of San’s suspicious gaze tears you from your thoughts. You send him an innocent smile and lean in, batting your eyelashes and puckering up for a kiss. He obliges, of course, deepening it before you can even think to pull away, his tongue gliding over your bottom lip and working its way inside. You love how he kisses you, so thoroughly, so passionately, like there’s nothing in the world he’d rather be doing than you. 

By the time he pulls away, you’re breathless and brainless, all thoughts of anyone but San wiped from your mind. 

San decides to invite Yeosang over when you’re at one of your The Gals nights to pop the question. He literally feels like he’s about to propose as he paces the apartment, doing some last minute tidying and nervously smoothing his shirt every three minutes. It’s not like Yeosang’s never come over before - he’s nearly a regular fixture at this point. You and San had even considered giving him a key. 

This is different though, he’s about to ask his best friend if he wants to have sex with his girlfriend. He still can’t believe he even thought of the idea, let alone pitched it to you, but here he is, rehearsing different ways of broaching the topic as he anxiously awaits Yeosang’s arrival. 

He can’t be too direct or he’ll scare Yeosang away - he can be a bit skittish sometimes - but he also can’t dance around it too much or Yeo won’t figure out what he’s talking about. The guy is smart as hell but kind of slow on the uptake on occasion, a trait San is beyond fond of, though it makes it difficult to be subtle about things like this. 

‘Things like this,’ as if he’s ever done anything of this nature before, he thinks with a wry laugh and shakes his head. Sharing you was never even a concept in his mind until Yeosang had confided in him that he was scared to get back out there after his ex. He’d brainstormed a few ways to help but kept going back to how much you’d helped him through sex when you first got together. He’d been completely inexperienced and insanely nervous until you started guiding him, and everything flowed from there. He wished you could help Yeosang the same way, and then realized the only thing stopping you from doing just that was him. It would have been selfish not to at least ask if you’d be interested, and though he was a little surprised (and annoyed) that you agreed with no hesitation, he still believes this is the right thing to do. 

So when two timid knocks sound on the door, San’s nerves settle to a low simmer and he’s able to greet his best friend as normally as possible. 

The normalcy only lasts for so long, his anxiety ticking back up the longer he makes awkward small talk with Yeosang. He knows Yeo can sense that something is off but he also knows he'll never say anything about it, will just sit here and watch TV and talk about nothing until San is ready to tell him. It’s a wonderful quality of Yeosang’s, the fact that he can read him so well and knows not to dig, but today San wishes he would. He’s not sure he can find it in himself to ask Yeosang if he’d like to fuck you, and a good lead in might be the only way he can bring it up. 

Hours pass and San’s shoulders start to ache with tension. He still hasn’t said anything about the actual reason he invited Yeosang over today, and he’s starting to feel like he could vibrate out of his skin. He really didn’t think it would be this hard, definitely thought it would be more difficult to ask you rather than Yeosang, but here he is. It’s nearing bedtime and you’ll likely return home soon, and then what's San supposed to do? Ask Yeosang if he wants to have sex with you while you’re right here?

Wait. 

Wait, that might be a good idea. You hadn’t discussed when exactly this would happen but from your texts tonight, San already knows you’re turned on, and Yeosang is here, so…

So... he stalls until your key starts turning in the lock and Temi starts screeching in reaction, knowing exactly what that sound means. He’s sure Yeosang noticed his change in demeanor but he doesn’t bother explaining, knowing that Yeo is going to be very confused for however long it takes to go through everything.

He doesn’t want to just spring his plan on you so he leaps up and jogs over from the couch to greet you at the door, shouting, “One sec!” at the living room before pulling you into the farthest corner of the kitchen. You follow with a huff, yelling, “Hi Yeosang!” and turning to San only when Yeo responds, "Hiii." 

“Babe, hear me out,” San begs with his hands on your shoulders as he watches the confusion spread on your face. 

“You haven’t said anything to hear out yet,” you remind him, arching a brow at him in expectation. “You just dragged me in here and you didn’t even let me say hi to Yeosang.” 

“You did say hi to Yeosang, just now-,”

“That doesn’t count and you know it.” 

“Okay, maybe you’re right, but I have to tell you something!”

“Okay, so tell me! I’m not tipsy anymore and I either want to shower or fuck so-,”

“That’s good because I want to ask Yeo right now if he wants to fuck you tonight. What are your thoughts?” 

He hadn’t planned on sounding so frustrated when he told you but when the words start to spill out, he lets them. It doesn’t help that you’re really hot when you’re annoyed and he’s a bit upset that he’ll have to let Yeo have you first if everything goes well. 

“Um.”

The third voice startles him, makes his fingers clench your shoulders a bit too hard and at the breath hissed through your teeth, he lets go. He pets at the sore spots, whispering, “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” until you grab his hands and tell him, “Sannie, it’s okay. Let’s focus on Yeo.” 

He turns cautiously, unsure of what he’ll find as he shifts his attention to the statue that was his best friend. Yeosang stands perfectly still, his eyes alarmed and his mouth half open. San can’t tell if he’s scared or grossed out or offended or all three, and this suddenly feels like the worst idea he’s ever had. Not just the telling him part but the whole thing. Regret settles heavily in his stomach, mortification closing up his throat as he tries to find the right words to say. He’s about to start with the most teary apology of his life when Yeosang starts to speak. 

“Um, I do want to- I would. Like that. I would like to do that,” Yeosang says firmly, if a bit clumsily. He nods emphatically as he speaks, seriously, like this is an honor that’s been bestowed upon him, and San supposes it is. You haven’t fucked many people other than San and San has fucked nobody other than you, so to let someone into that aspect of your relationship is a sign of just how much you both trust Yeosang and each other. 

“Oh,” You and San exhale in unison, “Well, that makes things easier,” San continues. 

Shifting to lean back against the counter, San crosses his arms and looks directly into Yeosang’s eyes, “We have some rules.” You roll yours, pulling San’s arms away from his chest enough to slide between them and rest your back against him to break the rising tension. 

“I like rules,” Yeosang assures you both excitedly, looking more relaxed now that he knows there are restrictions. 

“One: you’re wearing a condom. I got a few different sizes, just in case. Two: you’re not cumming inside of her, even with the condom. Three: no marking-,”

“But you can bite!” You interject helpfully, making San nod and repeat, “Yes, biting is okay, just don’t leave any marks.” 

Yeosang smiles primly, nodding along as well. The look in his eye tells San he’s going over the rules in his head and he has to push down the wave of fondness in order to maintain his stern facade. As well as he knows Yeo would never do anything to hurt you, San still feels like he needs to protect you in a situation like this, and the rules make him feel better about entrusting you to someone else. (San also knows you’re a fully grown person and can make your own decisions, but you’re his girlfriend too and he loves you, deal with it.)

“And if at any point any of us wants to stop, all we have to do is say so,” San declares, making sure you and Yeosang understand that the situation is under your full control. He’s planning on just being a spectator, but if you’re up for it after Yeosang…

You and Yeo agree, exchanging nervous smiles and glancing toward the bedroom. It’s clear you’re both becoming antsy, but San has one last thing to say. 

“Okay, I just want us to remember that we’re all friends here. Well, babe, we’re more than that, obviously, and Yeo, you know you’re my man, but what I’m trying to say is that there’s no reason to be nervous because it’s all love here, right?”

“Right,” you parrot with a squeeze to his forearm as Yeosang smiles and twists his fingers together. He’s clearly still nervous but you seem perfectly at ease and San is reminded once again why this is a good idea. You’re just what Yeo needs to find his confidence again and San hopes that tonight is the first step to him finding his own you, too. 

Things are awkward once you all reach the bedroom. Temi is asleep on the bed so you have to take her to her favorite blanket in the living room. She stays asleep, the sweet little log she is, but you leave out a plate of food just in case she wakes up. It strikes you that you haven’t really gotten to prepare at all and though you’re used to just going at it with San, you need some time to get ready for Yeosang. You feel a bit disheveled after Gals’ Night so you continue straight into the bathroom to strip your dirty clothes and start the shower. 

Peeking your head out from behind the door, you tell the boys, “Just gimme five! Why don’t you get the condoms out, babe?” 

San does so, presenting Yeosang with a grocery bag of four boxes, sizes small to extra-large. He really did cover all of his bases (there were two possibilities that, as his best friend and also someone who’s seen him in wet swim trunks, San knew he could ignore). Yeo avoids his eyes and dips a hand into the bag, grabbing the extra-large box and clumsily pawing at the packaging. He finally rips it open, a roll of 36 condoms spilling out onto the bed, much to his obvious consternation. 

“There weren’t smaller boxes?” Yeosang asks, eyeing the multicolored packages splayed on the sheets. 

“Better safe than sorry,” San responds with a shrug, sweeping all but one condom back into the box before tossing the bag into the closet. 

Yeosang can’t help but agree, stepping back to sit carefully on the bed next to the condom, his hands folded neatly in his lap and his gaze anywhere but on San. He can hear the shower, hear the muted smack of water on tile, knows you’re naked in there. Can almost imagine the drops rolling their way down your body, slipping over the curves that he definitely has not been very well aware of since he met you. 

This feels insane, this whole situation, but Yeosang would rather die than leave right now. It’s not like he’s been lying in wait to steal you from San, but he did have a little bit of a crush on you that he never told him about. He’d known that San had fallen for you practically at first sight, and he could never put himself above his best friend like that. That said, this opportunity is one he’s planning on taking full advantage of. He’s still not sure why San wants him to have sex with you but he’s scared to ask, scared to jeopardize this arrangement and leave here without ever knowing you like this. 

Unfortunately, it’s something he needs to know before he can go any further. 

“San, why do you want to let me do this? You’re not the best at sharing,” Yeosang asks quietly, as if the lower his volume the less likely it is that San will change his mind. 

“Well,” San sighs, looking around the room to avoid his eyes, though Yeosang suspects that’s more for him than anything. “Your last relationship was shitty. She wasn’t nice to you and she was always ragging on you or telling you you weren’t good enough. You mentioned a few weeks ago you were thinking of joining some dating apps, so I wanted to figure out how to boost your confidence when it comes to stuff like this. But all I could think was that I wished you had someone like Y/N to help you through it like I did. And it occurred to me that you do, if I let you.”

The room is silent besides the low rush of the shower and Yeosang’s brain is anything but. Any other guy would just take him to a bar and play wingman, but here San is, offering to let him fuck his girlfriend if it means he’ll get some of his self-esteem back. He’s not sure it’s something he could bear to do, and he’s shocked San is willing to even try with how territorial he can get. Yeosang knows he can trust him though, and that he can trust you. So when San looks at him head on, his expression open and honest, there’s nothing else for Yeosang to do but thank him. 

“You’re a really good friend, San. The best.” 

You get a bit distracted in the shower and it takes much longer than five minutes, but you can’t say you regret it. You feel so refreshed, so dewy, and you know you smell good as fuck so now is the prime time to reenter the absurd circumstances you’ve created with your boyfriend. You’re a little nervous now, the small amount of time you’d been out of the dynamic leaving you feeling off-kilter and unsure. You know San is waiting for you out there though, Yeosang too, and that’s enough to give you the courage you need to push open the door. Steam escapes around you, framing you in what you hope is a flattering haze, and both boys’ eyes snap to you immediately. You freeze in place, your eyes wide and your fingers gripping tightly at the towel wrapped around your body as they take you in. San’s already half hard, likely a Pavlovian response to what happens whenever you’re at least semi-naked in his vicinity (you getting bent over or pushed up against the closest surface). Yeosang’s body is turned away from you so you can’t tell if he’s similarly affected but the expression on his face is that of someone who’s just seen an angel, which bolsters your confidence enough to let the towel slip down a bit further. 

You can feel San’s eyes on you as you tease Yeosang, know he’s smiling a smile far too sweet for this context, and you just can’t resist the urge to turn and look at him. 

You were right, his face is lit up with a grin that could rival the sun, but his eyes are steamy, heavy, possessive. You can tell he’s trying his best to step back and let you and Yeo get to know each other like this, can tell how hard it is for him to even share you at this level of undress, and you vow to yourself that every day this week, you’ll be swallowing his dick. He deserves it, to be taken care of and pampered and spoiled, and you know there’s no one better for the job than you. 

Stepping further into the room, you move to San first, pressing a kiss to his lips and attempting to move on. It gets out of hand quickly, his fingers digging into your hips and pulling the towel tight across your ass. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, nibbling on the tip and letting his own glide against yours before shifting one hand to your stomach and physically pushing you away. You break apart at the last possible second, your head angled forward even as your body is forced to move backward, wanting to kiss him for as long as you can. 

Yeosang waits patiently on the bed, standing when San pushes you in his direction and letting you fix the towel before taking your hands in his. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks, wanting to check in at every step and also desperately wishing he could read your mind, if only to know what you think of him. 

“Good! I’m good. A little nervous. How are you feeling?” 

“I’m nervous too,” he whispers, like he doesn’t want San to hear after you’d agreed there was no reason to be, “But excited.”

“Me too,” you smile indulgently at him, wondering why you suddenly have the conversation skills of an incel when you’re just talking to Yeosang. 

Obviously, you know why. But you wish it wasn’t so, wish you didn’t feel so stilted, wish you could summon that easy rapport you always share with him. He seems to sense this, pursing his lips in that small smile you love before offering, “Maybe if I take my shirt off?”

“Oh. Oh, um, yeah, I think that could help. Maybe,” you breathe, forcing yourself not to blink as his fingers pull the fabric higher and higher, revealing rows of pale abs two by two. You think you count eight before you hear a throat clear behind you and turn to find San shirtless as well. Cooing at his rising jealousy, you blow him a kiss and rotate back to Yeosang, only to find a smirk on his face and his hands on his belt. 

When did he get all confident? You wonder, realizing that the switch happened at the same time San made his green eyes known, and suddenly, his change in demeanor makes perfect sense. San and Yeosang get into a little rivalry every now and then, just some friendly competition, and it seems this is going to be one of those times. Does that make you the prize? You’re not sure but it definitely feels like you’re the winner here, getting to experience Yeosang while knowing that San will be waiting for you when it’s all over. You try to remember you’re doing this for Yeo, not for yourself, but it’s difficult when you’ve got two of the hottest men you’ve ever seen wanting you. 

“Go ahead then,” You challenge Yeosang, just because you’re curious what he’ll do, and he reacts exactly as you expected. He blanches, one hand moving to run through his hair and the other reaching up to cover what he can of his chest, which isn’t much. It’s cute, adorable, really, the way he dropped the cockiness as soon as he was forced to commit. 

You can tell he’s going to need some guidance from here, frozen as he is, so you gently take the hand hiding his pecs and pull him down to sit with you on the bed.  San drops into the chair in the corner of the room but stays silent, letting you and Yeosang work it out. You’re grateful for it, for him, for his quiet strength steadying the both of you. 

“Why don’t we just start with a kiss and go from there? Do you want to kiss me, Yeosang?” You whisper, shuffling closer to him while keeping your grip on your towel. 

“Yes. I do, please,” he answers immediately, scooting over a few inches with his knees pressed tightly together. 

Leaning in slowly, you brush your lips over his. You can feel his cupid’s bow, feel his breath, feel the minute trembling of his bottom lip as he waits for you to kiss him properly. You will, of course you will, but first you want to make him just a little bit crazy. You let your mouth graze his, sink your teeth ever so slightly into that bottom lip, giving the teeniest tiniest sucks every so often. Yeosang shivers against you, his body taut like a bowstring, his fingers gripping his knees so tightly his knuckles go white. He’s trying so hard to restrain himself that you decide to give him more, slipping your tongue into his mouth to glide against his and sighing into him when he tentatively nudges back. 

He tastes like coke and popcorn, the flawless combination of sweet and salty tasting even better on his tongue, making you suck at it in pulses and making Yeosang let out a quiet moan. The sound sends zaps of electricity through you, one of your hands leaving your towel to cup his face and kiss him harder. He’s addictive, his sweet little noises and his sharp jawline, and you force yourself to pull back before you can get too carried away. You can’t just kiss him all night, you’re- Well… No! You cannot just kiss him all night! 

Even if you want to. 

He tries to follow but you still him with your free hand on his chest while you virtually gasp for air, your mind racing as you try to figure out where to go from here. You’re feeling a bit scrambled, slightly out of sorts, so you seek out the person who always knows where you are even when you don’t. 

San’s already looking at you, his eyes soft even as his hands grip the armrests, and he raises a brow when you lock eyes. Instantly, he knows your predicament and helps you out of it. 

“Babe, being on the bed might be more comfy, hm?” He sounds slightly amused and you narrow your eyes at him in a playful glare as you and Yeosang get situated on the duvet. You’re glad his teasing is directed at you though, you have a feeling it wouldn’t be well received by Yeosang at this particular point in time. 

You wish you’d put underwear on under the towel - you’re not quite ready to be buck ass naked in front of your boyfriend’s best friend - but you hadn’t brought any into the bathroom and it didn’t feel right in the moment to go to the dresser, so here you are. One layer from said state, and a flimsy layer at that. However, you were born to persevere, laying down and tugging at the towel until it lays flat over you. Yeosang was busy taking off his pants, thankfully, and when you’re both finished fussing, you take each other in. 

Your eyes rove over him as he sits on his knees, his gray boxer briefs stretched tight over his thighs and his posture immaculate. You can see the outline of his cock, see it straining against the fabric, a couple spots of pre-cum darkened fabric dotted at the head. You can also see the XL condom next to him, and thank God you’re laying down because your knees just went weak at the thought of even seeing his dick. Let alone touching it. Let alone having it inside of you. You want all of those things, but there’s a nagging thought in the back of your brain that reminds you, Yeosang isn’t San.  

Yeosang isn’t San and he isn’t yours either, so you tell yourself not to get too comfortable with him tonight. You can get a little comfortable though, enough to reach for his hand and pull him closer, enough to ask him, “Do you want me to take this off?”

“God yes,” he answers nearly before you even finished talking, his words more like a sigh as he straddles your legs and drops to hover above you. Your fingers play with the edge of the towel, less so to tease him and more so to give yourself more time before he sees you naked. You’re not shy about your body but you feel shy with him for some reason, so you push it down slowly, baring your breasts to him inch by inch. 

He sucks in a sharp gasp through his teeth as you reveal yourself. His eyes go heavy-lidded and hot on you and he doesn’t look away, his gaze laser-focused and his hands clenched into fists next to your head. He stares, saying and doing nothing long enough that you start to squirm under his attention. 

“You can touch her,” San reminds him. He says it loudly enough that Yeosang turns to level a look at him, making San mime zipping his mouth shut and locking it with a key. He even tosses the key at Yeosang, who catches and offers it to you. 

“Why thank you, been looking for this thing for ages,” you beam, sliding the imaginary key under the part of the towel still covering you, much to San’s obvious displeasure. 

The little moment between the three of you breaks up the tension, allowing Yeosang to feel comfortable enough to shift his weight onto one hand and bring the other up to cover your breast. He keeps it light, squeezes just enough to feel the weight of you in his palm, but he’s already thinking about getting his mouth on you, getting his teeth on you. His thumb brushes over your nipple and you shiver, your flesh rippling under his hand in the most entrancing way. 

He didn’t expect to like teasing you but he does, likes moving to the other side just when you’re starting to settle down, likes grazing his nails over your sensitive skin and making you shiver, likes pulling and rolling and twisting your nipples until you’re moaning and arching into his touch. It isn’t long before his hands aren’t enough, and he’s barely able to ask if he can use his mouth before you’re whining, “Yes, yes, yes!” and sinking your fingers into his hair. 

You taste so good, so fresh and clean after your shower, Yeosang can’t get enough. He sucks, nibbles, licks his way from side to side, never settling on one spot for too long. His teeth don’t ever sink in enough to leave a lasting bruise; he wishes he could mark you but rules are rules, and Yeosang loves rules, so this isn’t one he’ll break. He’s content enough to cover every square inch of your chest in kisses, trailing them down your stomach and over your hip bones. 

“Can I eat you out? Please?” Yeosang nearly begs, hoping you and San will say yes but unsure as this hadn’t been covered in the pre-sex negotiations. 

You’re already nodding, but it must occur to you to ask San too as your eyes find his. He giggles at the look on your face, your lips pouted and trembling and your eyebrows screwed up as you silently plead with San. 

“Yes, okay, fine!” San exclaims, throwing his hands up as if he can no longer stand to look at your puppy dog eyes. 

But Yeosang doesn’t want to overstep any bounds, won’t risk this friendship just for some oral (even if he really wants to go down on you, like A Lot), so he says, “San, if you’re not comfortable with it, I won’t.”

“No, it’s just,” he sighs, “It’s really nice and I’m scared you’ll like it too much.”

He likes oral, but he's never liked it too much.

It’s a little nerve wracking to watch you push the rest of the towel away, fully baring yourself to him. He’s sure you’re the more nervous one here, but this still feels like an important moment in your friendship and Yeosang can’t help but lean down and kiss you, just a simple, gentle kiss in thanks. For your vulnerability, for your candor, for your careful way of handling him. He’s just thankful to you. 

He’s even more thankful when he shoulders your thighs apart and licks into you for the first time. You taste… exquisite? Divine? Like all of the heavens concentrated into one being? Now he gets why San was so worried, because he’s already addicted. You’re wet, so fucking wet, that all he needs to do is glide his tongue through your folds to smear it all over. He likes it messy, contrary to his reserved nature, so he lets himself lose a bit of technique to get as much of you in, on, and around his mouth as he can. 

“She likes when you go inside,” San offers, but Yeosang wants to find his own way, so he grunts in acknowledgement and continues to devour you as he pleases. You’d both said this is for him, he can afford to be a bit selfish. 

You don’t seem to mind, if the way you’re writhing and whining says anything. To Yeosang, it says everything, though he’ll need to hold your hips down if he wants to keep going. Eventually, he does decide to slide his tongue inside you, just because you were starting to sound like you might cry, and when he does it’s mind blowing. The taste of you is so much more rich here and there’s so much of your slick seeping out that he can just drink you right down. It’s glorious, you’re glorious, and he’s desperate to make you cum. 

He fucks you with his tongue, pushes it in and out of your entrance and shifts a thumb down from your hip to rub circles over your clit. He experiments until he finds the pressure and motion you like and from there, it’s easy. Easy to let his groans vibrate into you, to reach up and put one of your hands back in his hair, to let you guide him. Easy to slip one, then two fingers in alongside his tongue. Easy to curl them up, hook them inside, spread you open and get right at your g-spot. 

“Can you squirt?” He slurs, his heart in his throat and his voice reflecting it. He almost doesn’t sound like himself, his voice so deep it rumbles in his chest and his words flowing together. His fingers are still pistoning in and out of you so you can’t answer, but San does, thankfully. 

“Yeah, she can. If you just-,”

“Perfect.”

Yeosang doubles his efforts, sinks another finger inside and moves his tongue up to your clit, pushing at it in pulses as he wraps his lips around it and sucks. He gets a bit rougher and faster with his fingers, fucking you like he means it, and your whines get higher and higher and higher until you’re keening, bucking up against the arm laid over your hips. It won’t be long now, he knows, until you’re flooding him with your wetness and (hopefully) crying your way through an orgasm. 

They don’t always happen together, but he wants to make them happen together for you, so he makes sure to focus on your clit even as he fingerfucks you into oblivion. You like it, he thinks, love it maybe, and soon enough, your pussy is clamping down on his fingers and holding them inside, so insanely tight that he thinks he’ll die when he gets his dick inside of you. You cry out, broken and pleasure-soaked, when you cum. Your clit beats like a tiny little heart and your walls undulate around his fingers as slick gushes out of you in spurts. It’s perfect, you’re perfect, and he’s already mourning the fact that he’ll never get to do this again. 

Once his neck and chest are covered in you, he finishes helping you through your orgasm and lets up. He would push for another but he doesn’t want to be greedy, so he gently places your legs back down on the bed and shakily sits up. You’re still panting, your lashes wet and your mouth open, and fuck if you aren’t the prettiest thing Yeosang has ever seen. The haze in your eyes clears up, your gaze finds his, and it’s two seconds of silence before you’re both giggling your hearts out. There’s something funny about making one of your best friends squirt, and it’s even funnier when it’s your best friend’s girlfriend too. 

“Have fun?” San’s voice breaks up your laughter, his jealousy evident though his restraint is too. Yeosang imagines this must be incredibly difficult for him, and once again he’s struck with the desire to thank you both. Who else can say they have friends like this? Friends who let him into their bed, who share themselves with him, who take care of him. Yeosang is so lucky, so insanely lucky, to have you two. 

“I love you guys,” Yeosang sighs, and it seems San can’t hold onto his annoyance in the face of his affection because his frown becomes a grin that dimples his cheeks and brightens his eyes. You’re looking similarly fond, your smile sweet and your hands gentle when they pull him to you so you can place a kiss on his cheek. 

“Love you too, Yeo,” You and San repeat in unison, on the same page in this as in almost everything. 

Yeosang doesn’t know what will happen after tonight but he’s secure in the knowledge that this won’t do anything but bring the three of you closer. He thinks. 

He doesn’t have long to linger on the thoughts, your hands coming to rest on his stomach and your nails dragging down to catch at his boxers. He’s ridiculously hard, doesn’t need any of the preparation you’re offering, might even cum if you touch him, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get your hands on him tonight. He nods when you ask if you can take his boxers off, tries to quiet the racing of his heart as you slowly pull them down. His dick bounces up and against his stomach, smearing precum on his abs before it bobs down heavily. He’s big, he knows, and the three fingers he’d given you should be enough, but he’s considering offering a fourth when he takes notice of the look in your eyes. 

You look like you’re not scared at all, like this is a walk in the park or a day at the beach, and it’s so fucking sexy that Yeosang just knows he can’t let you touch him too much or he’ll blow. You can touch him a little though, he decides, taking your hand when you hesitate and bringing it to rest on his cock. Your hand is smaller than his, warmer and softer too, and it feels miles better than his own. You definitely know what you’re doing, starting to stroke him and running your thumb up and down the frenulum and over the head, a combination that already has Yeosang seeing stars. He wishes he could let you keep going but he’ll cum if he doesn’t stop you, is even a bit nervous that he’ll cum the second he slides inside of you, but that’s a risk he’s dying to take. 

His hand covers yours, squeezing down hard at the base to stave off the orgasm, as he whispers, “Stop, stop, stop, I’ll cum.”

You smile proudly, wiggling your hand out from under his to grab the condom at his side and hold it out. For some reason, opening the wrapper and rolling it on feels momentous, like this is the point of no return. Which is ridiculous because you’ve already done all sorts of things friends don’t do, and because he knows he could stop anytime he wants. The problem is that he doesn’t want to stop, doesn’t ever want to stop, but as he folds your legs up and glides the covered head of his cock over your clit, he decides that’s a problem for future Yeosang. 

Present Yeosang is preoccupied, mesmerized by how his dick covers the whole of your pussy. He could stare for days, months, years, but you wriggle beneath him in impatience so he lines himself up and starts to slowly push in. Your cunt sucks him in, your walls contracting over and over until he bottoms out with a strangled moan. 

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” He can hear San say somewhere in the background, but his head is swimming at the pressure of you around him and he can’t summon the words to respond. You are perfect, though, your cunt is perfect, and welcoming, and wet as all fuck, and he wishes he could make a home here inside of you but he knows he can’t, so he pulls back and pumps into you again. He starts slow, doesn’t go as rough as he usually likes to but you get impatient fast, wrapping your arms around his neck whispering, “Harder, harder, please,” until he decides to give you what you want. 

He pounds into you, slamming in and out and groaning as he feels your pussy get tighter and tighter around him. He thinks you might already be close, knows that as soon as you cum, he will too and this will all be over, so he breathlessly asks, “Will you ride me? I wanna see you,” pulling out and clumsily switching places with you when your eyes grow bright and you happily sigh, “Yes!”

His view as you climb on top of him is immaculate, your body all stretched out over his and your tits sitting perfectly. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, watching the bashful grin rise on your face and catching San’s nod in his peripheral vision. He’s also got his lips pursed and his knees bouncing, and Yeosang feels a little bad that he’s taking such advantage of the situation. San gets you all the time though, practically whenever he wants, so Yeosang feels he’s allowed to be a bit selfish just this once. 

He holds his dick up as you lower yourself onto him, swallowing him again in your blinding heat and making his head spin. You resume the quick pace, slamming yourself down on him over and over, and all Yeosang can do is lay there and take it. Well, he could grab your hips and fuck up into you but he’s enjoying being fucked too much to change anything about this. He’s always been the one doing the work in sex and it’s so unbelievably wonderful to just let you take him. 

You like it too, might even love it, he thinks. You’re making the sweetest sounds, your moans and whimpers and sighs intoxicating to him. You feel so much tighter around him like this, too, and he feels like he’s even deeper than he was before, your ass smacking against his balls with every thrust. He’s getting close, he’s getting so fucking close, and he knows he can’t cum inside you but he doesn’t want to cum in the condom either, but you hadn’t discussed where he could cum if not in the condom, and suddenly Yeosang is right there on the edge with no idea what to do.

“San, I’m gonna cum. What do I-,”

“In my mouth, Yeo. Cum in my mouth,” you interject, climbing off of him and stopping his orgasm in its tracks. He grips the base of his cock and peels off the condom as San takes you by the ankles, flips you onto your stomach, and drags you to lay horizontally on the bed. 

“Want me now or want me to wait, baby?” San asks you, one hand on your back and one on his dick. 

“Now, Sannie, I want you now,” you respond, your voice shot and your eyes teary as you turn to watch him line himself up and slide home. You whine his name and the sound soothes him, settles the simmering jealousy in his stomach and replaces it with heat, which only grows as he feels you adjust to him. He must be a bit bigger than Yeosang and that calms him a little bit more, even though he knows it shouldn’t. 

Poor Yeosang still hasn’t cum so San beckons him forward, ignoring how weird it feels to be interacting with his best friend while he’s fucking his girlfriend. Yeosang shuffles closer to you on unsteady feet, his eyes dark as he watches his dick disappear in your mouth. You’re so fucking good at sucking dick he’s almost jealous it’s not him in your throat right now, but he knows he’s got the better end of the deal, getting to fuck you raw and cum inside you. Getting to fall asleep next to you every night and wake up with you every morning. Getting to go grocery shopping with you and brush his teeth next to you and take you on dates. Getting to love you. Nothing could be better than his life with you, and thinking about it has him on the verge of tears and on the edge of cumming. 

He normally lasts longer but he’s had to watch you get pleasured for an hour while having nothing to do with it, he thinks he can cut himself a little slack. It would be kind of beautiful and poetic if you could all cum together, so he slips one hand between your thighs and strums your clit in the way that makes you go fucking crazy, and fucking crazy you go. Your cunt seizes up around him, your back arching further and your thighs shaking. You’d be shouting if you didn’t have Yeosang’s dick in your mouth and though he misses your noises, he’s happy that Yeosang is having such a good time. 

It’s obvious he’s close again, his eyes screwed shut and his breathing labored, and thank fuck he is because San is cumming, fuck, he’s cumming, and you are too. Your pussy clenches around him in pulses, milking his cock and sucking his cum in deeper and deeper until he has nothing left to give. His head swims and through the haze, he can hear Yeosang swearing and groaning, hear your name leaving his lips, and San would be lying if he said it didn’t make him cum just a little bit harder. 

When your cunt has squeezed the last of his cum out of his dick, San drapes himself over your back, pressing kisses across your shoulders and snaking his arms around your stomach. He always feels so cuddly after sex and he knows the comfort is good for you too, so he stays as he is even as Yeosang pulls out and drops to his knees to press a kiss to your lips. That’s something San always does after you suck him off and he’s happy it seems to be an instinct for his best friend as well. 

San wants to let you and Yeosang have your time so he peels himself off your back and stands, lumbering over to the bathroom to get a warm, damp washcloth to clean you up. You may want a shower later and he knows you’ll want to brush your teeth, but this will do for now. 

When he re-enters the bedroom, Yeosang is laying on his back with you snuggled up against his shoulder. You’re talking quietly with each other, giggling like friends do at a sleepover, and San feels his heart grow five times bigger. He squeezes Yeosang’s free shoulder before he climbs onto the bed and settles in next to you. His hand touches Yeosang’s side when he wraps his arm around you but neither flinch away. They've just been closer to each other than they ever have and ever will be again, a little touching is nothing to them now. 

“So… Did it work?” San asks, propping himself up on an elbow and resting his cheek on your arm so he can look at Yeosang. 

“Did what work?” Yeosang responds with confusion, having not even a clue what San is talking about. 

“We did this so you could work on your confidence, remember? So you can start dating again?” 

“Oh, yeah, for sure, for sure,” Yeosang agrees absentmindedly, his eyes locked on the ceiling. 

“Good, we just want you to be happy,” you whisper drowsily. 

Yeosang doesn’t have the heart to tell either of you that he’s happier now than he’s ever been. And that he’s not sure he really needs to start dating again after all. 

"Babe, do you think you could go sleep on the couch? You know I like my snuggle time, and Temi's already there," San whispers in the dark. Yeosang jerks awake, and, affronted, scream-whispers, "I will go home right now if you make her sleep on the couch, you animal."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" San jerks against you, trying to defend himself from Yeosang's swatting arm. All that does is jostle the three of you closer and somewhere, somehow, in the midst of it all, you fall into blissful, sore slumber.

AN: thank you for being born bestie ily more than life itself! i hope this is everything we dreamed of and more 💖 and thank you @petrichor-mingi for beta reading!!!

#ateez smut #san smut #yeosang smut #yeosang x reader #yeosang au #yeosang imagines #san x reader #san scenarios #san imagines #choi san ff #choi san imagines #choi san smut #choi san x y/n #choi san scenarios #choi san fic #choi san fanfic #choi san x you #yeosang fic #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez san #✨emily writes✨ #yeosang x y/n #yeosang x you

[mypoisonedvine]

OMG OMG TWO OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS TOGETHER I CANT BREATHE!!! can i please req a dark eddie x shy innocent girlfriend reader who always keeps to herself and doesn’t talk to anyone (except eddie ofc) bc she has a stutter and has been bullied by jason but she doesn’t tell eddie because she’s afraid of what he’ll do but at lunch when she’s with him and his friends talking jason makes fun of her even making her cry and eddie just loses it! I LOVE YOU!!! srry for rambling😭😍🥰

WE'RE ALSO VERY EXCITED THAT WE'RE TOGETHER and we also can't breathe cause we keep laughing at stupid tiktoks lmaooo

just a heads up, I know you said dark eddie in the fic but it wasn't giving dark to me so I wrote it more traditional, I hope you don't mind. I was gonna have bex do this one but we realized it's a lot like their fic mighty protector so I decided to try my hand at it instead!

warnings: bullying, fluff, jason sucks

When you first transferred here, everyone just thought you were silent; that was what you wanted, actually, but it never lasted long enough. It was only a couple of weeks before you had to say something in front of them, and the longer you waited to speak, the more anxious you were to finally break the silence-- and anxiety was what made your stammer show up in the first place.

In those weeks of silence, Eddie had found a way to fall for you without getting to talk to you at all. Amazingly, even after you humiliated yourself in front of the entire English class and became the laughingstock of Hawkins High, he still asked you out; you rejected him the first time, actually, convinced it was a joke. Then, when you figured out it wasn't a joke, you rejected him again because you were too nervous to say yes.

Technically, you never said yes to that first date... he showed up at your house, with flowers and a blanket and a packed picnic basket, and you joined him on your own front lawn. And yes, he made you stammer-- and blush, and laugh. From that day on, you had a permanent seat at the Hellfire table at lunch, with Eddie's arm draped over your shoulders.

Of course, not every day could be perfection. There was still Jason.

"Hey, freaks," Jason greeted you all as he walked by, looking incredibly proud of that incredibly low-hanging fruit.

"Keep moving, shitstain," Dustin called back with a roll of his eyes.

"That's rich coming from you, freshman-- did you just get out of diapers or what?" Jason retorted.

For some reason, that really pissed you off, probably because you could remember being new here too. You knew you shouldn't say anything-- you hardly ever did, knowing what would happen if you opened your mouth-- but for once you wanted to speak up for something you cared about. Or, someone. You put all your concentration into the words on your tongue, clenching your fists and praying to any god that would listen to just. not. stutter.

"B-b-back off!" you blurted out. The whole table, and Jason's crew of jocks, went silent. Then, they started laughing.

Your face heated up and your eyes watered as you looked down. "Nice one, d-d-d-d-dork!" Jason imitated with a loud cackle. Dustin and Mike looked guilty, like it was somehow their fault; Eddie started to get up out of his seat at the table, but you squeezed his shoulder.

"D-don't," you whispered to Eddie. "He's j-j-just trying t-to get you in t-trouble. L...Lll--"

You were gonna say 'leave him alone', but 'L's were the hardest. You didn't stammer on this, specifically, but you got... stuck. And you hated it most of all, it made you feel like a complete lllllloser.

"Oh, look-- I bet she's whispering sweet nothings in his ear," Jason noticed you talking to your boyfriend, putting on a mocking impression with a high-pitched voice as he continued: "D-d-d-do me, Munson!"

A hand on his shoulder wasn't nearly enough to stop Eddie after that; he all but leapt out of his seat and pounced on Jason, taking him to the ground.

He got a few hits in, but it was only a few seconds before Jason's douche army was all over him; honestly, they would've probably really hurt him if there hadn't been teachers nearby to break it up.

The other thing about teachers being nearby, though, is that they saw Eddie technically 'start it.' Of course, they'd never give detention to a basketball star like Carver, and they were always looking for excuses to bust the stoner-slash-super-senior.

You tried to sweeten the deal, though, as repayment for him getting himself detention to defend your honor: you wrote him a note that you paid another delinquent to smuggle in to him.

Hey Ed,

I know I should say this to you in person, but I wanted it to be perfect, no stutters.

I love you.

~

Your heart was already racing as you waited for him to be released from detention; when you saw him burst through the front doors and come bounding towards you, you stood up from where you'd been sitting on the steps outside.

"My-- my poor b-boyfriend," you cooed as he wrapped you in a bear hug and kissed the top of your head.

"Didn't miss me too much while I was incarcerated, did you?" he smirked.

"D-d-desperately," you replied. "D-did you... get my note?"

He smiled. "Yeah."

You pouted a little, getting nervous. "D-do you have... anything to... say t-to it? I m-mean, what I said..."

"I won't respond to what you said until you say it," he insisted.

"Eddie!" you whined.

"C'mon, princess, loud and proud," he demanded.

"B-but I wanted it to be p-p-perfect!" you complained, your heart racing as you just knew you would mess it up if you tried to say it right to his face like this. Shutting your eyes, you took a deep breath; praying didn't work last time, so you just said it a thousand times in your head like you wanted it to come out: I love you Eddie, I love you Eddie, I love you-- "I llllllove you, Eddie."

You cringed as you heard your impediment come through, but then you softened when you felt Eddie's lips press to yours. Smiling into it, you wrapped your arms around his neck and embraced him. "Sounded perfect to me, princess," he whispered. "I love you, too."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #bex and jd's sleepover

[moodywyrm]

i think a lot about being the first to please abby. like we start dating but decide to not have sex for a little bit, bc we both really like each other and i’ve heard it’s good to let the relationship settle a bit before sex so it doesn’t blind you. maybe a month or two in (god idk if i could wait that long), we finally get busy in bed.

abby being the top she is (i think she’s a switch fr but i know that woman just lovesssss to please), insists on making me finish first with her fingers alternating between massaging my clit and pumping in and out of me. after i finish, we’re making out and i trail my hands down to her pussy and ask if i can touch her. she kinda smiles.

“you don’t have to touch me, baby, don’t worry about me. i’m used to just taking care of people.” i would fr just furrow my brow and slide my hand across her hip.

“i really wanna make you feel good, abs. y’so pretty.”

and so she nods. after plenty of touching and teasing and pulling whines out of her, i’d end up suckling at her clit, two fingers massaging her g-spot, making her cum all over my face (i hc abby as an occasional squirter, and she would in this moment). she’d drag me up to her face and kiss me, hard. hands grabbing, tongue laving. and then she’d start to cry. big, heaving sobs.

“abby, honey? what’s wrong, angel?”

she’d bury her face in my neck and cry while i stroked her hair and naked back, nails scratching gently to soothe her. a few minutes would pass, i’d just hold her in my arms and press kisses to her hairline, waiting until she was ready to talk to me.

her pretty blue eyes would meet mine. “i…i’ve been with a man and plenty of women before…”

i’d nod, stroking the tears from her cheeks.

“not one single person has ever gone down on me. no one has ever even tried to make me feel good. all the women, especially, just wanted me to top them. which i don’t mind, i usually prefer it, but…they just wanted to use me.”

i’d bump her nose with mine and kiss her forehead.

“but you…it’s different with you. i feel so fucking safe with you. i don’t want to scare you by saying the L word too soon, but…”

“i love you.” i would immediately say to her.

tears would prick at her eyes again, her grip around my waist tightening.

“fuck, i love you so much.”

tldr: abby anderson deserves her pussy pleased and her body kissed and her titties sucked and i am the mf one

baby I love you so much oh my GOD. I am also the mf one. two mouths two titties. we can share.

I have so many thoughts about this. because we all watched the boat scene. some of us more than once (me, sorry, her titties look so good and suckable). Owen didn't even fucking try to please her. So I'm gonna extrapolate because I Don't Like Him. He never really focused on pleasing her when they were together. Got himself off and that was it. So Abby, already, was under the assumption that her pleasure was never gonna be the focal point of any sexual interaction. And when she starts having sex with women, it doesn't get much better. All the girls she hooks up with are bottoms who want to be taken care of, which like, no shame! But she kind of got pushed into the position of a stone top, which, again fair to anyone who wants to be stone top but she didn't really want to. So by the time she gets with you, she's kind of scared that it will be the same but she also loves you so fucking much, she wants to please you.

So the night you two sleep together for the first time, two months in, she's ready and eager to please. Fingers you open, eats you out so fucking good it makes you black out for second, and she sees how tired you are so she assumes it's over. And a part of her is a little bit heartbroken because she hoped it would be different. She's about to pull away to deliver aftercare when you grab her hands and pull her back to you, flipping positions so she's laying back on the bed.

She's laughing like "What? What's up baby?" and you're like??? what??? your turn baby??? and she just Pauses.

Sits you both up, looks you in the eyes and she looks so sincere when she speaks. "Baby, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, I'm okay just pleasing you" and you're like :(

"Abigail, I want to please you. If you let me, of course, but just know I really want to. God, I really fucking want to." And you're pressing a kiss to her lips, looking for her approval. When she nods, you're fucking ecstatic, easing her back onto the bed and kissing down her body, stripping her sports bra off and sucking at her nipples, humming at the soft moans she's letting out. You're trailing lower and lower, kissing down her tummy and her happy trail, until your face is level with her covered pussy.

"Can I take these off?" You ask, leaving soft kisses on her soft inner thighs, fingers thumbing at the band of her boxers. She nods, giving you a lil "mhm", her breath hitching when you pull them down, exposing her pretty cunt to the room.

And she's fucking gorgeous. Glistening in the low light, coated in slick and so needy, her swollen, blushing clit peaking out from her folds when you spread her open with your thumbs, her hole clenching and gushing out more wet. Abby's face is flushed red, not used to having someone down there. The feeling of your hands on her is so different from her own touch, but so good. You can see her twitching, throbbing and clenching without having been touched yet, and you can't believe she thought you would just leave her like this.

You lean in, licking from her achey hole to her clit, sucking it into your mouth and practically making out with her cunt. You're moaning into her, because god she tastes so fucking good, you don't think you'll ever get enough. And the sounds she's making? Heavenly. She's whimpering, panting and whining out your name, hands clawing at the sheets beneath her.

"F-fuck baby, thank you, mmm so fucking good baby" And she's whining, writhing under you, hands clawing at the sheets beneath her. What she doesn't know is it gets so much better. Because yeah, she's experimented with fingering herself before, but she could never get it quite right. She never really knew if she'd like it, until you push two fingers into her, slow and steady, curling and readjusting until you hear Abby yelp, her hips bucking into you. You rub against that gushy, sensitive patch inside of her, smiling against her clit when she starts whining so much more, her voice breathy and needy and so fucking pretty.

"Shit, shit, baby, sweetheart, so fucking good, please, please, 'm gonna cum, fuck" And you go even harder, sloppily making out with her clit, the noises from between her legs making her so warm and red and lightheaded, the pressure building and building until she snaps. She yells, thighs twitching and clenching against your head, squirting against you. Her pussy throbs and leaks around your fingers, your tongue lapping up every drop you can get.

You ease her down from her orgasm, leaving one final, sweet kiss on her clit before moving back up to her and kissing her bottom lip, yelping when her hands pull you into her. She sits you both up, kissing you hard, and you get so caught up in the kiss that it takes a second to register that there are tears on her face.

"Shit, Abigail, baby, what's wrong?" You pull away, cupping her face in your hands and wiping away the tears as they come. She's sniffling, giving you a sad little smile and kissing the heel of your hand.

She grabs one of your hands, kissing the knuckles and holding it in both of hers, "It's just... you're the first person who's ever, I don't know, cared? About my pleasure, I mean. Everyone else just kinda got off and then left. You took care of me"

You frown, kissing the hands wrapped around yours and then pressing a kiss to the bridge of her nose. "I'm so sorry baby, that's not fair to you, not if that wasn't the agreement. I want to make you feel good, for as long as you let me. I will always, always, want to take care of you."

"Thank you baby, I just... you make me feel so safe. And happy. And I don't know if it's too soon to say it because I don't want to scare you away, but ..."

"Abigail, I love you." And you pull her back into you, kissing her so gently that the tears start again. You trail your hands up her back, toying with the hair at the base of her neck, making her shiver at the sweetness of your touch. Her own hands are on your back, massaging your hips, trailing all over your body.

"I" smooch "love" sniffle "you" smooch "sweetheart," and she's planting little kisses all over your face, making you giggle as you say it back, the two of you going back and forth with little "I love you"s, feeling so warm and fuzzy and content and loved.

I need her so bad you don't understand she is my wife my baby my shnookiepoo

#apocalypticbadass #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader smut

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can you do one where harry started dating y/n to get closer to her best friend bc harry has like a hugeeeee crush on her so he decided to date y/n to get closer to her but then he fell in love with y/n and y/n find out the real reason about why harry dates her and all that angsty stuff ( you can end it however you like!) Thank you so much ❤️🥺

She knew tradition wasn't so traditional anymore, but maybe Y/n should've known her relationship had been doomed from the start when she was the one to ask harry out. He said yes, which sent her over the moon with happiness, but once the novelty of being with him faded and the reality of the relationship set in, she realized dating him wasn't what she had envisioned in her head.

She planned dates, she sent the good morning and good night texts, she kissed his cheek and reached for his hand. Harry wasn't a bad boyfriend, but he was just kind of...average, and she didn't like settling for average when she knew she deserved better.

And one night when they were out with all their friends, it hit her.

All the things Y/n had been wanting from Harry, all the little touches and smiles she wanted to share with him, he was doing with her best friend. The moment she realized that, she felt sick, hurt beyond belief, used. how could she have been so stupid?

But as the saying goes, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," so when she and harry were finally alone, she broke up with him. No explanation, no warning, she just told him plainly, "I think we should see other people."

And Harry didn't even seem hurt, just surprised (probably because he was only with her to get close to her best friend). So then they were done, they went back inside and hung out with their friends, and it wasn't until she was alone in her bedroom that she finally let her wall crumble.

It was pathetic, but Y/n was miserable, torn up over a sham of a relationship. Perhaps she was mourning the loss of friendship too, knowing that she wouldn't be able to go back to the way things were after knowing what she did. Y/n finally had what she wanted, only for it to be a complete disaster.

But after a few weeks, she began to pick up the pieces. She started going out with her friend group again once she felt strong enough and comfortable enough to be around Harry, knowing that she wouldn't have been able to handle one of her best friends openly flirting with her other best friend. So she waited, and waited, until she was finally ready, or as ready as she'd ever be.

Her best friend was the first one to pull her aside at the bar, concern wrinkling her brows. "Where the hell have you been? It's so unlike you to not answer my calls! And the Harry thing? How could you not tell me that you broke up with—"

"He's into you," she blurted, effectively cutting off her friend.

Shock was evident on her face as she asked, "What?"

"We were together, but he was all over you, and I didn't want to fight a losing battle, so I just ended it."

Her friend pulled her in for a hug. She was the only one who knew about Y/n's feelings for Harry before they started seeing each other, and had even worked with her on how to ask him out.

"You know I would never go out with him, right? I wouldn't do that to you, Y/n, I swear."

"I know," Y/n said, squeezing her best friend just as tight. "It just sucks, you know? No one ever choses me, not even Harry. I had to ask him out, but he said yes, and yet he still—he still didn't want me."

She didn't mean to start crying, she really was fine. but perhaps not. Rejection was a tough pill to swallow for anyone, but as someone who no one ever really saw as more than a friend or a sister or whatever, it was awful.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," he friend said, pulling Y/n further from their friends so she wasn't having a meltdown in front of them. "Harry's a dickhead for not seeing how amazing you are."

"Yeah but it's not just harry, is it? this has been my whole life. something must be wrong with—"

"Hey, is everything okay?"

Harry was the last person Y/n wanted to see right now, especially when she was crying over him with the person he was into. Sniffling, she tried to dry her tears as best as she could. "I'm fine, H."

"Listen, I know we broke up, but we're still friends, so you can come to me if—"

"You know what? I know that we were friends, but I don't know if we can be right now. I—I don't think you realize how much I liked—how much I still like you, so I just—I can't."

Y/n's friend gave her a thumbs up as she walked out of the bar. She wasn't expecting to unload on Harry like that, but she did feel a lot better after the fact.

She was outside for about two minutes when the bar doors opened up and Harry was alone with her. "Y/n, I just—I don't understand. You were the one who broke up with me out of nowhere."

She didn't understand why he was still playing games with her. They weren't together anymore, he wasn't into her, so why was he acting confused?

"You're into my best friend, Harry! You hardly gave me the time of day when we were dating, but when we're out with friends, you're practically infatuated with Y/f/n!" she said, more frustrated with him than ever. The look on his face told her everything she needed to know too. He didn't even try to deny it. "Look, I, um, I know we weren't together for very long, but I've liked you for a really long time, which you obviously didn't know, but, um, a bit of advice? If you don't like someone, don't lead them on. Tell everyone I wasn't feeling well and went home, will you?"

Harry's face was unreadable, but Y/n just wanted to go home and be alone again. She couldn't stand there while he looked at her pityingly, unable to come up with any kind of explanation or excuse.

So she left. She walked home, the brisk air clearing her head. The bar wasn't far from her apartment, but it wasn't exactly close, either. But it ended up being just what Y/n needed to calm herself down. When she got home, she pulled out her laptop and started researching.

She was going away on a little self-care vacation to forget about Harry, all she had to figure out was where.

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Harry looked at his phone, staring at Y/n's Instagram page like a stalker. She'd been gone nearly a month now, and he had no idea when she was coming back.

He never thought he would make his closest friend cry, but seeing her eyes so full of tears made him feel like the biggest asshole on the planet.

He'd only ever seen her as a friend, and had had a crush on her best friend for a while. Y/n was always so quiet and closed off at times about her feelings, so he was surprised when she asked him out, and perhaps it was for the wrong reasons, but he said yes because he didn't want to hurt her feelings.

Things were fine, they weren't great, but they were fine. He still had a crush on Y/n's friend, and it was wrong of him, but his feelings couldn't change over night, and he would find himself gravitating towards her and not Y/n at times.

It was safe to say that everything was just one big mess. Y/n liked Harry, but Harry liked her best friend. he didn't know who Y/n's friend liked, but it obviously wasn't Harry. When he came back into the bar, she went off on him about fucking with her best friend and how she would never be into him when Y/n so clearly was.

In all honesty, harry never realized Y/n liked him that way until she’d asked him out, but while she was gone, he was able to look back and see signs. she had been there for him for years—at parties, family functions, midnight study sessions, midnight stress sessions—anytime harry needed someone, Y/n was there.

How did he not know?

And now that she was gone, Harry felt Y/n's absence. It didn't help that she wasn't answering his texts or phone calls, didn't acknowledge the few times he commented on her Instagram posts, and apparently had given her best friend specific instructions to not give him updates. He had no idea what she was up to, he couldn't talk to her, and it was torture.

Her posts on her Instagram page made his heart skip a beat. she'd never posted like that before, and he was happy that she was confident and comfortable in her own skin, but he hated the fact that he was noticing her now and not beforehand. Harry always thought Y/n was beautiful, but it was like now he was being punched in the face by her beauty.

So now she was out finding herself, thriving because he wasn't there, and he was miserable, but he supposed it was only fair.

Harry was scrolling way past Y/n's vacation to when they were at university together. Her page was littered with posts of them at pubs and coffee shops and at sporting events. Her head on his shoulder, his arm around her, smiles wide and dimples showing. They really were two peas in a pod, and he never—

She was calling him. Y/n was actually calling him. Harry scrambled to hit the answer button and not accidentally like one of her posts from four years ago.

"Y/n. Hey," he said, feeling breathless all of a sudden.

"Hi, H. how have you been?" she asked, like they hadn't spoken in weeks.

Her voice was like music to his ears. He didn't realize a person could miss a voice, but he did. He absolutely did. "I'm—I'm good. Are you—Are you still on vacation?"

"No, I got back a couple hours ago," she said, which made Harry's heart skip a beat. What the hell was happening to him? "Y/f/n wants to go out tonight as a kind of welcome back. Are you free?"

"Uh, yeah—yes. Of course. What time?"

He figured he would've been the last person Y/n would want to see, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He missed her a lot, and he wanted to tell her that. He wanted to tell her a lot of things.

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Y/n was nervous as she entered the bar. She hadn't been back in weeks, and now she was coming back a new woman.

Vacation was exactly what she needed. On the plane ride, she realized that she was the type of person to give and give and give. To everyone but herself. And now that she was alone on vacation, she only had herself to give to. and she did.

She slept in, she bought clothes she didn't need, she drank cocktails with little umbrellas in them. She even went to a spa, something she'd never ever done before.

It was amazing, everything Y/n needed and more. She obviously thought about Harry, but she made it a point not to think about him so much, which was hard when he kept calling and texting her, but she managed.

But now that she was back, she felt ready to see him again, for real this time. Y/n knew that those feelings she had for him weren't going to go away anytime soon, but enough time went by where she could go back to suppressing her feelings. Harry had been her friend for years, she couldn't just let that fall down the drain.

He was actually the first person she saw upon entering the bar, and she briefly saw a smile curve onto his face before someone slammed into her with a hug.

"You're here!"

Y/n couldn't have been happier to see her best friend again. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too. You should've taken me with you, you dick, but I understand why you didn't," she said jokingly. "Come. Everyone's so happy to see you again."

So Y/n went over to her and her friends' normal booth, smiling when everyone greeted her. She'd always been the quiet type, but she gained a newfound confidence while on vacation, and she let it carry her through the night. Where she would've spoken softly to Harry, Y/f/n, and the rest of the group individually, she was practically the center of attention, talking about all her adventures, making jokes with everyone, and having the best time.

"I'm gonna get another drink. Does anyone want one?" she asked.

When she received a resounding no, she went over to the bar by herself. As she waited for a drink, someone came up to her. A very cute someone.

"Hello," she said, smiling faintly. She'd been bold all night, but now she felt all shy again.

"Hi. How are you?"

She was cautious as she spoke to him, but she stayed by the bar anyway, thinking that maybe she needed to expand her horizons a little more now that she was home.

He was nice and offered to buy her drink, and actually asked her questions about herself. He didn't really give her butterflies, but she didn't mind. It was just nice to be noticed.

That was how she felt on vacation too. Boys came up to her while on tours of the city, at bars and clubs, it was all kind of new to her, and a little overwhelming. She didn’t do much with them, just flirted and asked that they take her picture from time to time. She tried to kiss one of them to see if she could move on, but it just didn't feel right, so she kept her fun to innocent flirting, and the occasional flirty social media post, knowing a certain someone might see it. A little desperate, and maybe even pathetic, but hey, Y/n looked good, she felt good, and she decided that everyone needed to know.

And having been so wrapped up in her conversation, she didn't even realize Harry was next to her until he tapped her gently on the shoulder.

"I just wanted to check on you," he said. "You've been gone for a while."

"Well, here I am," Y/n said, feeling a little awkward now that she saw Harry sizing up the guy on her other side. "I'll be back in a little, okay?"

"Is this your brother?" the guy asked. "It's nice to meet you. I'm—"

"I'm not her brother. I'm actually her b—"

"He's a friend. One of the friends I came with tonight, so I should probably get back," she said quickly before Harry said something they'd both regret.

Grabbing him by the wrist, she pulled him along until they were outside. Y/n shivered a little, wrapping her arms around herself as the cold seeped into her bones. She'd become so used to sunny weather, she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be outside at night back home.

"What were you—Thank you—What were you doing, Harry? that was none of your business," she said. She was frowning at Harry, even when he draped his jacket around her shoulders. It was warm and smelled like him, but she tried to ignore that so she could stay annoyed.

"You don't know who that guy was, Y/n. He could've been a creep, and you would've fallen right into his trap if I hadn't been there," he reasoned, or tried to reason. But Harry had never been protective of Y/n like that before. She would give him her drink while she went to the bathroom, and she trusted him to take her home and get her safely into bed when she had a little too much to drink, but she was pretty sure he was about to say he was her boyfriend, and that was definitely not something Harry had ever done before.

"What were you going to tell him? When he asked if you were my brother?"

Perhaps she was only setting herself up for failure by getting her hopes up, by even entertaining this conversation, but she was curious. She wanted to know what changed.

"I—I don't know. I just—I just knew that I didn't like that we've hardly spoken in weeks, and that even though you're here now, you've hardly given me the time of day. and I know that's rich coming from me and you probably think I'm a dick, but I've been miserable since we last spoke a few weeks ago, and I guess I just wanted you to know."

Harry's cheeks were red, but Y/n wasn't sure if it was from his confession or the cold.

She was speechless now, utterly unsure of what to say. On the one hand, it was along the lines of what she'd been waiting to hear, only it came at a time where she was debating whether she should move on from Harry. This all could be some pride thing where he didn't want to date her, but didn't want anyone dating her, either, and that she wouldn't stand for. On the other hand, though, he could just be a stupid boy who was slow to recognize feelings.

"You shouldn't be. I thought you didn't like me that way," she finally said, looking down at her feet. They were hurting from being in heels, and all y/n wanted was to take them off and go to bed. "I put myself out there and asked you out, but it would've been much less painful if you let me down then instead of letting me think I had a chance. And now here you are acting like a jealous boyfriend when I know that isn't the case because—"

"I want to try again!"

That made her look up at him. His eyes were wide, like he was surprised he'd said that.

"Huh?"

"I took our friendship for granted. I took you for granted, and I'm sorry," Harry said, taking a chance by stepping closer to her. "I—I did have a crush on Y/f/n, but when you were gone, I didn't know what to do with myself. I realized that I thought she was cute and nice, but you—not talking to you drove me insane.

"How I handled things wasn't right. I should've been honest about my feelings," Harry said, nervously fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "And I know it might not seem like it, but I'm trying to be honest about them now. I like you. I want to be with you. I want to be better for you because you deserve better, but if you—if you don't like me that way anymore, that's fine I'll understand. I saw on Instagram that you were hanging out with other guys, and that's fine. I'll even be your wingman for that bloke back there at the bar, but I thought you deserved the truth."

Y/n looked at him closely. She'd always had a hard time reading Harry, but right now his heart was on his sleeve. Now she just had to decide whether she wanted to wear her heart like that too.

"I...don't. i'm sorry, Harry. You're just a little too late."

Harry's face fell completely, the little ember of hope he had winking out. "Oh. I understand. Thank you for being honest."

After an awkward silence, he muttered a farewell and began to walk off. When he was a few paces away, Y/n couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Harry!"

He turned around immediately. She was sure he thought she was just giving his jacket back as she slipped it from her shoulders, but when he was close enough, she spoke again.

"I was kidding."

"You—You what?"

"I was kidding," she said again, a small smile appearing on her face. "I just needed a little revenge. Give you a taste of your own medicine, if you will."

Y/n wanted to launch herself at Harry the moment he said he was miserable while she was gone, but she couldn't cave that easily. She needed him to know how badly he'd hurt her, and she needed to see for herself that he meant everything he said. Maybe it was a little mean, but she had to know.

"So you—you're saying that—that you would like to..."

Nodding, she said, "Yes. You're an ass, Harry Styles, but I still like you. I'd like to give us another chance too."

Harry shook his head as he came closer, clearly exasperated by her little test. "You're a little shit, you know that?"

"Hey! I'd be nice to me, if I were you. You don't know what—Ah!"

Y/n couldn't even form her next word as Harry picked her up and spun her around. Her arms instinctively went around his neck as she held on tight, her cheeks hurting as she smiled against his chest.

Both of them were giggling and smiling like idiots when he finally set her down, though they stayed just as close as before, so much so that Y/n had to tilt her head up to look at him properly.

"Thank you for giving me another chance," he said, all business now.

"Thank you for apologizing," she replied. "And I know this is all very important, but I would really like to kiss you now."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

There were moments where Y/n thought that her feelings were merely a silly crush on a boy she'd known for years. She was comfortable around Harry, and he was really the only boy in her life at times, so of course she would develop feelings.

But kissing him now shattered those thoughts. This was no silly crush. This was the real deal, if the electricity zapping from her head to her toes was anything to go by. And she could tell Harry felt it too. He hugged her closer to his chest and leaned down even more to deepen the kiss, pushing her mouth open with his own to explore more of her.

It just felt right. Y/n didn't have much to go off of, but she was pretty sure a kiss didn't get any more perfect than this one.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," Harry said, his forehead heavy against hers.

"There's a new italian place downtown I've been dying to try," Y/n said, the corner of her mouth tipping up into a smile. She was sure some people would insist that Harry didn't have to make anything up, but she was still his friend, and she would milk this for as long as she could (within reason, of course).

And Harry knew that too. He saw her smile and recognized the mischief in it. "You're gonna enjoy me grovelling, aren't you?"

Leaning forward, she gave him a quick peck on the lips, still smiling. "Definitely."

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okay SO basically, i was kinda half-asleep and half dreaming, yk??? like the thoughts just Come to u. it was like that

( /// TW TRANSPHOBIC LILY BECAUSE SHE SUCKS . ALSO SOME INTERNALIZED TRANSPHOBIA BC RICKY'S GOIN THRU IT // )

(i'd put it under a read more but. it's an ask)

so basically ricky was trans and had already told gina and a few of the wildcats, and just like in s2 canon he stays with lily for a while and. yk how ricky is abt to go w lily when he finds his harness and realizes she stole it and tried to ruin the show?

yeah, well.

when he does, she gets way way more defensive than in canon, and rebutts with a "well, you didn't tell me you're a girl so we can call it even."

ricky's heart drops. soul shatters. he feels hot and cold at once. he can only respond with a feeble, "what?" that's weak even to his own ears.

"i mean, come on, richie... what's even your real name?" her eyes light up. "rachel? rose? r—"

"stop." he whispers, and she rolls her eyes. "how did you—"

"i found out weeks ago." she tells him with a flippant wave of the hand, and he waits, but she doesn't elaborate. "i mean, how long are you planning to keep up this... delusion? you know it can't last forever, richie, or whoever you really are. do the wildcats even know?"

"yes." he says, trying to bring up anything of defiance even though his heart is seizing and catching. "and they—they support me no matter—"

"do they really see you like that, richie?" she's suddenly sympathetic, and he knows she means it like a balm, but it feels like acid. "i mean, they're obviously just doing it to humour you."

"you don't know that." it can't be true.

"nobody sane would endorse people like you."

i have to go. i have to go. i have to go. ihavetogoihavetogo i have to go i have t o go i h av e to leaveleaveleaveleaveleave—

and then it cuts to ricky and gina, during one of those nights where ricky sneaks into gina's room, and they're cuddled up together in her bed. and she's saying something, giggling, but he's barely there. his binder feels too tight and he's probably had it on too long but he doesn't care. every time someone sees him, they'll assume he's cis, and he can use that against lily's words that still feel like poison, even months later.

"hey, ricky? ricky?" gina waves a hand in front of his face and he startles. she blinks in surprise. "oh. didn't mean to scare you."

"wasn't scared." he replies in a voice a few octaves high. (you didn't tell me you were a girl.) he makes his voice a little lower. "sorry, zoned out there for a second, gi. fire away." he tries for a smile.

gina sits up, frowning, concern over every inch of her features. "ricky? are you okay?"

what's even your real name?

"it's nothing." he says. his chest is too tight. how long has he had his binder? how long is he going to keep pretending? fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—

"ricky, i can tell something's bothering you." she grabs one of his hands and rubs circles into the knuckle. "i want to help."

her clock ticks. ticks. ticks.

he sighs and gina, after a second, lays back down where she was.

"you know how i was... with lily? i wasn't dating her," he adds quickly, noticing the crease between her brows. "but like, at the beginning of camp, i was going to go skiing with her, remember?"

"yeah." gina says, visibly unsure of where this is going.

"yeah... well... i found my harness. my beast harness." gina's eyes go wide and he can see her basically plotting murder right here and there. "and when i confronted her about it, she—she started... saying some things?" his voice wobbles dangerously and gina turns more to look at him, eyes openly worried.

"what things?" she says, with a dangerous edge to her voice.

he tries to calm his breathing. it's not working. he's feeling that tight feeling again. usually it goes away when he's with gina, or just with the wildcats, but ever since lily said those things, they've been working less and less.

"she said you guys were just... were just...."

"just what? ricky?"

"just humouring... me." he tries to take in a breath but it comes out as a sob. gina straightens, alarmed. "humouring that i'm—i'm a boy."

"oh, ricky." gina sits up and he does too, and she wraps her arms around him and he cries and cries and cries. "i'm going to kill that bitch—"

"because i'm not, am i?!"

"no, ricky, you are. lily's a deceitful prick who manipulated you." gina lets go to look him in the eyes. "you are richard bowen. you're a boy and always will be—so long as you identify as one, of course." gina hurries to add (and he remembers glimpsing her on a trans-positive subreddit the other day under the question, how do i support my trans boyfriend????? she'd closed it when he came over, but he saw it, and his heart sang.) "and i promise none of us are 'humouring' you. okay?"

that's all i remember JASHJSHJHJSJHASHJSJ

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT WHY WERE YOU EVEN PANICKING ABOUT IT BEING A LONG ASK FUCK LILY BTW BUT OHHHHHHH RINA RINA RINA ILY RINA GINA IS THE ALLY OF ALL TIME I LOVE HER I LOVE TRANS!RICKY HE DESERVES THE WORLD OH MY GOD

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ok I just really need to rant and I really don't have anyone to talk to rn and i'm just feeling really bleeeeeeh you know?

I have a group of new york friends (I live in cali) who I spend a lot of time with, we play games together, watch movies and all that stuff. we're even planning a group trip soon and I really want to meet them. We've known each other for years and we've done lots of secret santas and everything. There's one person (who i'll call S). We were close, we had a lot in common and we got along great. We shared struggles together and could talk easily with each other. He had revealed he had a crush on me. (this is in 2020 during covid) I'm a very touch heavy person and one of my love languages. Him living in new york would be really hard. but he's a nice guy and I have a lot of fun with him so I agreed to a 'date' so we had a valentines date over video call and discord. and while I like him, I just don't think I felt the same and again, I really did NOT want to do a long distance relationship. so I turned him down and things were okay for awhile. Then a couple weeks past and I had mentioned that I went on a date with someone (i did NOT enjoy the date btw) but it set him off and he needed some space. which I totally get and understand!!

so back to now I don't really remember what mended our friendship but we were close again and have been for a few years now. I consider him my best friend. out of everyone in our group I felt like I could be real with him with my depression and anxiety. not that I can't with the group but I just felt he always understood me the best, considering he deals with it too. For the last two years we've gotten closer, we'd send stuff to each other, we did buddy reads, like typical?? best friend things. But recently I have felt a little? smothered by him, constantly asking me if my anxiety was acting up or whatever and it's like i'm glad you care but like if I needed help I would go to you, you don't have to ask me everyday you know? and then I was getting worried that he was relying on ME to much. which of course, i'm glad to help but it felt so overwhelming sometimes because I can't help all that much besides give advice, and try to comfort him. and the point is that I wanted him to be able to reach out to other people but it felt like he was dumping it all on me and I was starting to not be able to help bc it felt like I was just repeating myself over and over again you know?

anyway I needed to ask him if he was having feelings for me again because I could start to tell. he had told me no and then I asked if he was lying and then he told me no. but then he didn't talk to me for a few days and in my head i'm like. ok so you lied to me. but a few days later he was back to normal and i'm like...so we're just?? gonna ignore that? okkkkkkk.

and then in chat I mentioned that I had given my number to a cute guy at the boba shop. (I wrote my name and number on a napkin, gave it to him and then ran away bc i'm a big baby). this had set him off because that is that last time I heard from him. the guy never even texted me back (which of course made me feel bad since i'm really insecure about my appearance right now). the thing that I hate the most is that he ghosted me. Our other mutual friend had to tell me that he's taking a break from our discord server. and it sucks. and then it brings me back to all the times we shared and it's like??? did you only do those things because you like me??? like I know you genuinely care about me but it's only because you like me. Like you can't??? respect the fact that I just don't like him like that and i'm trying to put myself out there? something I haven't done in THREE YEARS. I've been single since 2019 and for the first year or so I was happy bc I really needed to take a step back and focus on myself. and now i'm soooooo fucking lonely but it's hard to meet people. I don't have a license, I don't leave the house that often bc my friends all moved away my father is always out either with friends or at work (my parents are divorced and I see my mom rarely). and it's like the one time I put myself out there I get punished for it. and like I know he's going through a hard time I get that, he's been pretty bad lately but. does he even know how much he's hurt me by doing this too? like I get he needs space and like I get time heals all wounds blah blah but it's been a month and I have not heard from him since. He'll still join the discord but as long as i'm not there. and I avoid it too if he's already there. and it's just?? this week has been up and down and i've been feeling icky and god I just??? wish I could talk to him because he'd know what to say? How to cheer me up? and like I'd talk to my best best friend but she's dealing with so much right now that I hate putting more on her plate. She tells me I should hang out with our other friend Z but me and Z had not really a falling out but we didn't talk to each other for a long period of time after a friend situation but her and my best best friend still get together. but it's just??? awkward for me. I would like to be Z's friend again but it really feels like I don't know how to socialize anymore. I know I really need to expand my bubble but idk man.

and even if S gets over it and goes back to normal I don't know if we can??? have the same closeness as before because I can't keep doing this. like it's so unfair to me for you to come into my life ghost me. come back and ghost me again after we got REALLY close. like?? I don't wanna give you all of my heart if you're gonna give it back just because I don't feel romantically towards you?? I wouldn't mind being friends again of course but I'd keep him within a ten foot pole. I can't be emotional or real with him anymore. Just strictly whenever everyone else is in the discord playing games or watching movies.

honestly I've essentially lost a best friend.

this got...really long but I really don't have an outlet right now and yeah. sometimes I

#kaia rants #td;lr boys kinda suck LMAOOOOOO

[angelshellohi]

Hey! I haven’t really interacted with anyone on tumblr but thought I’d give it a go seeing as your requests are open :)

I would like love love a Jonathan x Reader fic pretty much of complete fluff where he and (afab reader? That’s just me but i really don’t mind what pronouns are used!) reader really love laying together, listening to songs, looking through photos he’s taken blah blah blah, basically just a really cute fluffy Fic heheh :)

No pressure about time!! Excited to see what you do if it happens but honestly no pressure :D

I love this request!!! It's so cute!!!

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x fem!reader

warnings/note: Fluff, reader calling Jonathan Jonny even tho he hates it, Reader and jonny being little sillies, y/n is used, reader gets mad at jonny for smoking bc she told him to stop, nancy and jonathan have been friends and weren't ever dating, food, marijuana mentioned/used, reader being a hypocrite and smoking, cussing, n that's it!!!

A/n: this is my first fic so it might suck. pls dont bully me :( and I might've gotten a little too carried away.. sorry lol

started: 05/07/23

finished: 05/21/23

Sorry it took so long and it's so short I was busy 😭

You were sitting on your bed, about to start on your homework when you heard a knock on the door. Your mom was out in the living room so she would probably get the door. A minute or two had passed and you were doing your math homework. "Y/N!!! your friend Jonathan is here!" your mom yelled. "COMING!!!" you yelled back. you ran down the stairs to see your little Jonny. "hi!" you said as you met Jonathan and your mom at the front door. "hi." Jonathan said back. Jonny was always a little awkward in front of your mom because the two of you were dating and she didn't know. your mom didn't really like your friends, Jonathan and argyle because she thought that Jonny was weird and she didn't like argyle because he always reeked of weed. "why are you here?" you asked Jonathan. " wait! sorry i didnt mean it like that, i just wanna know why you came here,"

"I just wanted to hang out," Jonathan said. "ok! but one sec i gotta get my shoes on" you said as you went to get your shoes. you put them on and told your mom you were going with Jonathan. you left the house and the two of you got into the back of your friend, Argyle"s van. "im gonna drop you dudes off at byers' place 'cause I gotta be at surfer boy right now" argyle said. "is he high?" you whispered to Jonathan. you asked him because the weed smell in the van was strobger than usual. then you noticed the smell was on jonny, like he smoked it too. " jonny..." you said as the both of you made eye contact.

"sorry! I was just stressed!" he defended. "stressed about what?" you asked. " a test..." jonathan confessed. " baby, you should've just called me. I would have helped you." you said, concerned. "Y/L/N, Byers, we're here." argyle announced. Jonathan and you left the van and walked to the byers' house. "Y/n!!!!" El shouted as she ran up to hug you. El was your best girl friend, since no other girls your age really liked you. But you were fine with being friends with El. You loved El like a sister. Will waved at you and smiled and you did the same back. "Hi y/n! How are you doing, sweetie?" Joyce asked. Joyce loved when you came over because Jonathan was always so happy around you and when you weren't around he'd talk about you non-stop. Will was annoyed while El would listen because she liked you too. (Not like that obviously 😭)

"good, how about you Mrs Byers?" You said "oh, will, El and I were going to rink-o-mania because El loves going there!" Joyce exclaimed. The three of them rushed out of the house leaving you and Jonny alone.

"do you wanna go to my room?" Jonathan asked "sure!"

For the next few hours you two were being little sillys

Right now, you two were looking at photos in his camera. "Wait, I remember that! That was when Nancy came to Lenora and we went swimming! That was fun.." you yelled out. "It was.." Jonathan said. he looked at you. "Jonny, what's wrong?" You asked. Then he bursted out laughing. "What?" You laughed too. "Nothing" he said as he tried calming himself down. "I just remembered something stupid you said" he finished saying. "Well I say a lot of stupid shit.." you added. "WAIT!" Jonathan yelled out as he left the room. So you did what he yelled. You waited for him to come back.

"look!" Jonathan came into the room and showed you a baggie of weed and cookie dough. "Jonathan, are you insane?! We're not doing that!" You yelled. "Because we're not?" Jonathan said.

The two of you were laying on the living room floor smoking a joint while waiting for the cookies to be done. "Dude, okay so you know how we're graduating this year, right?" You said. "yeah?" " And you and Nancy wanted to go to the same college to hang out and work together, or whatever??" "Y/N? What the fuck are you talking about?" Jonathan laughed. " It's just time goes by so fast, like yesterday we met and it was the beginning of school. And now we're gonna graduate." You said. You felt like you're mom when she would say 'they grow up so fast" and start tearing up. Then the oven went off and jonathan got out the cookies.

...

#jonathan byers x reader #Jonathan byers fluff #argyle and jonathan #new writers on tumblr #stranger things #first fic #yipppeeee

[seeyoumondaydevi]

Could you elaborate on why you didn't enjoy season 3 as much as the previous seasons?

Sure :) Few things I wanna say before I get into it. 1) I'm not an articulate person at all. I suck at wording my thoughts well. 2) I'm not saying I didn't enjoy season 3, I'm just saying Season 1 was the show's best in my opinion. 3) No I'm not saying I didn't enjoy season 3 bc of daxton.. if it was all about daxton I wouldn't be saying season 1 was the show's best season 4) I'll be using certain lines from other metas bc they've worded it really well and I'll link it to the original post as well.

I liked season 3 for personal growth. Nalini and Devi's relationship season was amazing this season, especially in episode 9, "How dare you come into my house and talk about my daughter this way" . I really enjoyed Trent and Eleanor as well and Paxton's character... I was so scared going into season 3 that they'd ruin his character for the love triangle drama but they didn't and he thrived outside the love triangle this season.

Now.. onto the things I didn't enjoy/like. Too many new characters who were used as plot devices to move the plot forward. There were so many new characters this season and they all were thrown in for an episode or two and they just disappeared after a couple of episodes. The Lady Whistle boy, anonymous texter / Haley just disappeared after daxton broke up. I didn't like how the anonymous texter was a random new character we've never seen before. There were so many new plots every single episode which didn't excite me. It felt like it was all over the place. Story lines were being raised and then just dropped. It kinda reminded me of disney shows haha (no hate). They kept adding love interests (Margot and Des) to trouble the already existing love triangle which they spent two whole seasons working on only to constantly rival the established relationships (Benvi and Daxton) instead of letting them develop. Fabiola and Aneesa were cute, Aneesa's character had so much potential but they just threw her out. Fabiola went with a randomly added new love interest (Addison) who was in two scenes.. two scenes only. One of the reasons trent and Eleanor are so fun to watch imo is that they're characters who've been there since the beginning. I know realistically people will date people outside of their friend group but this is a show... I wanted to see the characters I already knew. 

Kamala, she didn’t want to get married in s2 because she wanted to focus on her career etc. She also left Prashanth because she felt like he wouldn’t be supportive of her career but her whole plot in s3 revolved around her boyfriend. Like I get it, this season she stood up against Nirmala and moved out etc but idk it just felt incomplete(?). 

Two episodes frustrated me a lot this season. 3x05 and 3x10. 3x05 : Instead of this random thing in school where Devi had to ‘kiss some boy to activate her romantic vibes’ or some shit. Instead of that they could have just focused on Devi working on herself that episode. Paxton made a very valid point about Devi not loving herself. We could have had a scene with her therapist talking about why she thinks she doesn’t “deserve” to be in a relationship with someone.

3x10: The finale.. Devi gets an offer to go to some school in Colorado.. was this ever mentioned in the previous seasons? The build up just wasn’t there. If they had at least mentioned in in the start of the season that would have been fine. The Colorado school was again another plot device to give us some emotional scenes between Nalini and Devi. I did love the scene but the number of plot devices just frustrated me a lot. Instead of giving actual issues like they did in season 1 they only used plot devices this season. I just felt like they had a lot of lazy - poor writing. 

I’ve not completely covered why I didn’t like this season as much as the previous ones and I don’t think I’ve worded it well so yeah.. Thanks for the ask :)

#my asks #nhie #never have I ever #NHIE Netflix #never have i ever netflix #nhie s3 #daxton #Devi vishwakumar #paxton hall yoshida #Fabiola Torres #aneesa qureshi #nalini vishwakumar #maxi pax

[aita-ghosting]

AITA for leaving my ex in a potentially abusive relationship?

(CW self harm, verbal and emotional abuse)

TL;DR I broke up with a poly couple and I'm afraid that one party is being abused by the other, but I don't feel comfortable reaching out.

I (23F) met ex A (28F) at work last year, she began flirting with me even though she was engaged to ex B (28F), but once they clarified being poly, I agreed to start dating A. Eventually, I got involved with B as well, and around that time, A became slower to respond to my texts. I sought comfort with B, who would give me updates about how A was sad that we didn't go out as much. I admt that I should have been more upfront—I'm pretty inexperienced with dating, let alone polyamory, and I didn't give A the attention she deserved. That's on me.

Eventually, A and I amicably broke up in February. She was very mature the whole time, setting boundaries while still being kind to me, and we ended the night well. The very next night, B calls me on speaker berating me about how I was treating A and going over the same issues I thought A and I already addressed. This talk greatly distressed both myself and A.

Still not seeing the red flags, I continued talking to B until my mental health took a nosedive a few weeks later. TL;DR for a mix of reasons my depression hit me hard and I relapsed on self harm. I did some things I'm not proud of, including berating myself in front of coworkers; for that, I'm TA. Regardless, realizing I need help and comfort, I called B, whose first words to me were "oh anon... you know what this means, right? You need to go see a therapist." Which, yeah, but that's not the first thing I need to hear in crisis!

After scheduling some appointments, I texted B hoping she'd be proud of me for taking care of myself. Instead she continued to berate me for "seeking attention" by hurting myself while on the clock. She broke up with me shortly afterwards, implying I wasn't mature enough for her bc I felt "grown up" scheduling a doctor's appointment (worth noting that my close friends WERE proud of me when I told them), and then admitted that an ex of hers once compared her to his former abuser. While playing it off. Yikes.

We tried to stay friends, but after once again being berated by her over text for not answering a simple question correctly, and then being low-key gaslit when I told her I felt scared around her (basically she told me I had no right to feel scared of her setting boundaries and that it was my fault anyway for "not being honest with [her]"), I decided, encouraged by some friends, to cut her off. I don't regret this action. Looking back, B was very much verbally and emotionally abusive to me. My only regret is not noticing sooner.

Back to A, who's the real person I'm worried about. We weren't as close, but we had a friendly working relationship. Recently, though, she was fired from work. She doesn't post on social media and I'm beginning to worry for her, since if B was so nasty to me, she must be even worse to her fiancee. However, because of the role A played in my hurt (remember, we worked together, and conversations she and I had were sometimes used against me by B), I do not feel comfortable reaching out; what if B finds out and gives me hell? I have B's number muted, but she knows where I live. Then again, this might be an irrational fear I'm using as an excuse to not reach out to someone who might need help. But then again then again, I might be reading too much into this and A's fine.

Ugh, I don't know. This is seriously eating me up and I don't know what the right thing is. WIBTA for ghosting A? Or should I suck it up and ask if she's okay?

#self harm tw #abuse tw #aita #relationship drama

[bciwasinlove]

What i don't get about your Olivia and Taylor post is that harry is also doing this stunts for his own PR. Do you truly think he has no say at all? He's a multimillionaire who chose his own record label and management, he could pay his way out if he wanted. Hell he could go on stage and say hey I'm gay I'm dating Louis if he wanted to. I'm not saying the whole industry doesn't suck, but it sucks for his beards too, they also have to navigate a system where they have to do PR and be in fake relationships to make it. Is Taylor really responsible for how this makes Louis feel? A stranger she has no relation to? Is Olivia the one planning every PR move Harry makes and not his team (who he chooses)?

Yeah they're aiding in closeting, but this closeting seems very voluntary from Harry and Louis side. If we agree that people come out on their own terms and it shouldn't be forced, then him doing a PR relationship is just part of that package.

Hi anon

Alot to unpack here so first off the whole "he's a multi millionaire" part so he can "pay his way out" is complete and utterly false! Elton John despite how rich and famous he is while still closeted had to marry his beard, Taylor while I'm not a fan had the shitty masters situation to deal with despite how rich and famous she is. She couldn't just buy her way out bc of contracts that were in place. And of course this reply tweet from Julia says just leaving you're label/buying you're way out of contracts "doesn't work like that" and she couldn't.

The choosing of his label I firmly believe H was being treated like shit and massively overworked with S*co/Cowbell and Jeff saw this and all the way back in 2013 when he was still only 19 started planting the seeds in H head about how you're being treated like shit here [which is true] when you want to go solo come with me and columbia and things will be 🌟 better 🌟 and I truly believe H thought it was true. Flash forward a few years whenever he is doing something stunt related and what not he looks fuckin miserable !! It's clear he now sees that was all a lie and things are hardly any better then they had been in 1D. Even on the music/concert side you see he is clearly being over worked just like he was in 1D.

If H comes out as being 🏳️‍🌈 and with louis there's a 100% chance at least a third of his solo fanbase will unstan him. S*ny/Columbia know this and since H is their biggest money maker they will do whatever they can to keep H and his relationship in the closet. So NO he couldn't just bring louis on stage and kiss him "if he wanted to." 🤪 bc there are probably so many contracts in place to prevent something like that from happening which WILL result in loss of fan aka loss of money. If either break them there where to do something like that there would be severe consequences and at minimum resulting in H being blacklisted. You think louis wants that for him?

Moving on to the beards I'm sorry I will NEVER feel any sympathy for bc on top of them being trash people outside the bearding, and on top of them making money off of closeting someone [for examples] both taylor and olivia used tf out of their fake relationship with H to either get more notice/fame and or make themselves look good ever at the expensive of H. IE olivia smug/happy while their getting mobbed even tho H is clearly uncomfortable or taylor making herself out to be a victim who got dumped and treated like trash by this "womanizer who doesn't care about women" aka H.

They may have not planned it but they sure as hell ran with it and we're more than happy to drag H or not care about how this all effected him [both mentally, physically and image wise] as long as they got to keep the spotlight and people cared about them. Don't worry tho if you don't see the taylor part in this bc once 1**9 TV comes out and it's all about rehashing h**lor/slandering H again with a H version of A** MV those like you who didn't see will see now.

Also louis is no stranger to taylor she knew exactly who he is and what she caused him along with H even AFTER h**lor ended bc taylor spent all her time throwing shade/dabs at H making him out to be a shitty person. Though the main point I was making was as a louis fan given how miserable/concerning he looked back then it makes sense that people were mad at taylor who was a factor in the root cause of his anger. Everything she did to sell h**lor just pissed louis off more bc anywhere he went that is what he was being asked about or in general was the topic.

Moving on the part about them "voluntarily doing all this and closeting themselves" which a lot of people say makes me eye roll. Just bc someone agrees to something doesn't mean they want to do it. It means hey I don't want to do this but I have no fuckin choice bc if I don't do this and attempt to put up with this there will be consequences and I won't be able to have a career. You think H was jumping at the chance to get into a bearding/PR with a women that would make him look like a homewrecker?

Lastly yes people should come out when their ready and doesn't owe us anything and if you see a celeb and go they might be 🏳️‍🌈 but if they are they are clearly hiding it well then yeah just leave it be. It's different though when it's someone like louis or harry who's NOT trying to hide it [IE comments made about men, comments about gay sex, songs about gay sex, or songs about being forcibly closeted in a homophobic music industry.]

They have made it clear time and time again if they could they would GLADLY be out and be free they want to be out and free but they aren't allowed. I personally think it's more on the side of H as to why neither is out but that's a whole other topic. So yeah I'm done now with this conversation last thing I'll say if you are someone who is always constantly annoyed with their choices just unstan and go. If you constantly choose to defend their beards over them just unstan and go it would be better for everyone.

#harry #louis #taylor #olivia #larrys closeting #harrys closeting #pr stunts #harrys beards #louis closeting #louis beards #larries obsessing over beards #its weird #do you stan the beards #???

[buckttommy]

Sleepover ask!

Confession ig? (Gonna use you to vent sorry)

Went out with this guy from my uni (peer pressure sucks btw) and he was all like, “you’re gonna love what I got planned for us” and turns out his idea of a first date is to meet his parents???

I already knew the guy, we had a few classes together (we’re both psych majors) and some of my friends are in his social circle.

So anyways, there I am having the most awkward dinner of my life with his parents who know a lot about me? And that’s bc they thought we were already dating apparently he doesn’t stop talking about me… Which is very weird. We finish dinner and I thought he was taking me home but he then tells me he’s going to take me to his “favorite place” that turns out to be an old scary parking lot.

Then he starts talking about how much he likes me and that he doesn’t think we can ever be friends bc there too much “connection” between us. The last straw was when he said “oh no guess I got excited too quickly” 🤦‍♀️ Btw he was saying all of this while laying down on my lap anyways I texted my friend to pick me up bc that just made me so uncomfortable.

babygirl. lemme tell you something. i mean 1) i'm glad you didn't get crazy murdered by this man who is obviously a fucking freak but 2) don't do shit for peer pressure. seriously. not at your grown age (this isn't judgement btw just a smidge of tough love). you are, if nothing else, an independent young (woman?) who has enough of her own mind to get into college and succeed and thrive there. do Nawt let other people dictate what (and who!) you do. and if they try, fuck em. cause guess what? people will get you into some goddamn shitty situations that you can't get out of. so own your shit, don't let other people talk you INTO shit, and for the love of god do not ignore a red flag. trust me

[meowmeowbeepy]

A tale of how I was a poo poo pants

This weekend Ben was busy but came up so we could have an afternoon/evening date. Yay! I was happy. We had a perfectly unplanned date starting w/ La La Land that I was wanting for some reason even though I've really only been there once but had a good impression. Then we went to Hermann Park near the Med Center. It was friggin cold but lovely. The Japanese tea garden was serene, and it was just nice being outdoors I guess. I don't really remember any of it from childhood. Maybe the outdoor pavilion a little bit. Afterwards, we spontaneously went to his friends house, and I got to play with their super cute almost 2yo daughter. At this point of my life I LOVE playing with OTHER people's kids a lot :) We also just hung around and chatted a bit. Because these are Ben's friends, the process of being less awkward and more friendly and personal improves with increasing minutes of face-time. But it's a weird, unavoidable, IMPORTANT thing. Just to collect minutes and hours and place them in the bank so that we can know understand one another more casually. It goes both ways, and it's just a weird thing all couples (who don't come from the same friend circle) have to do! It is also a beautiful thing, don't get me wrong. But I am overall feeling impatient. This past time we were able to talk about both broader and smaller, personal things. I enjoyed the conversation thoroughly even tho I think Meagan must be SO tired, and I felt like we over-extended our stay. It was lovely, I liked every moment at their house. But it was indeed getting late and with Benny having to drive back to Galvy, we were going into the night a wee bit. At least that's what I was concerned about. PLUS I was hungry :) The original place we set on had a 45 min to 1.5 hr wait time. Grr. Then we tried a few other places in the 10-15 minute vicinity that all either looked more crowded outside the restaurant, didn't have parking, or only had valet parking. I was also driving and didn't do well with my own stress of deciding on the fly and being hangry. In hindsight, we could have just paid for parking. Maybe bc I know how Ben feels about downtown Houston already, I was even more irritated that things weren't working out. He didn't speak on it much and really didn't add a bit of stress to me. But I really took it away and spiraled into panic/stress/poo poo pants crankiness. Eventually, it was 9pm, and I called it. Which in hindsight I am glad bc I think it would have put him behind on Sunday if we stayed out too late. But I descended into a silent poo poo pants status, and Ben felt I was mad at him. We said goodbye in that state, and I felt guilty that we had a perfect date until I got crappy. We talked about it and said I was sorry. So all was good very quickly! But I felt like (again) Benny is so good to me. Even when I am *ruining* things, he doesn't make me feel like a bad guy. He is sad and affected by my mood which does make me feel bad bc I understand things are bad bc of me in the moment, but he is afraid that he did something wrong. Poor Benny. I must be sweeter and kinder to him. Even if it means I gotta suck my poo poo pants back up and just chill tf out

[evermoresversion]

Hiiii! I have a request, could you do a conrad fic based on the song opposite by Sabrina Carpenter?

Like the reader and conrad used to date but then they broke up bc of belly or something and she's like the opposite lol of the reader?

I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense i suck at making requests💀

ㅤㅤ♡⃕ ﹙opposite, conrad fisher.﹚

A/N Thank u so much for your request. <3

PAIRING Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Angsty, comparison, physical description of reader, insufficiency.

SUMMARY Conrad finished what you had for no reason, so as not to see him you didn't go to the Fisher's house for a month, but one day you decided that was enough and you went to see Jeremiah, but it turned out to be the first time you also saw Conrad, and that the girl he was now dating, that was the opposite of you.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | CONRAD'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

Before you left your house to go to the Fishers' house to hang out with Jeremiah, you texted Conrad to see if he would be there, you waited a few minutes and he didn't respond, he always responded after the minute, sometimes even at the same moment your message was sent.

You sighed and let it slide, starting to drive with music playing in the background.

When you arrived, the youngest Fisher welcomed you with a big hug, which you reciprocated with a smile.

"I missed you too." you added looking at him and he put his arm over your shoulders to guide you into the house.

"Do you want us to order food and go swimming afterward or do we go swimming and then eat?"

He let you go as soon as you both entered the kitchen of the house and you rested your arms on the kitchen counter while he took care of leaving your bag in the living room.

"The second option seems fine to me." he returned in front of you and nodded smiling.

"The second option will be then."

You were both already in the pool playing with the water, keeping up. But you were worried about Conrad though, since he hadn't responded to your messages.

"Have you seen Conrad?" you asked and noticed his younger brother tense at your question. Of course he knew that you and Conrad had been dating, but he also knew that he were now with someone else.

"Uh, yeah, he—" and then he was interrupted by two laughs from two different persons. You could recognize one of them in any room full of people.

You could notice your ex's arm on the shoulders of her lifelong friend, Belly.

You couldn't help but let your mind quickly compare you to her.

She was shorter than you.

She had brown hair, yours was blonde.

She had brown eyes, yours were green.

She was the complete opposite of you.

You felt a soft pressure on your chest as you felt sadness fill your body, so you apologized to Jeremiah and stepped out of the pool to get out of there.

But you caught the attention of the other two who were inside the house, and when your gaze collided with Conrad's he rushed after you while you ran to the nearest bathroom to lock yourself there.

But clearly he was taller than you and had longer legs and was faster than you. So he caught up to you.

He never told you the reason why the two of you broke up, and you hadn't returned to his family's summer house either, so that day was the first day you returned there after a month that you and Conrad had broken up.

And it was the day you found out the reason why he broke up with you.

It clearly hit you like a bucket of ice water.

You looked at his grip on your wrist and clenched your jaw without looking at him.

"Let go." you demanded.

"Look at me." He ordered.

"No."

With his index finger he raised your face from your chin so that you were looking at him.

You pulled your hand to let you go and you were going to lock yourself in the bathroom so you wouldn't have to see him or talk to him but once again he stopped you.

"What the fuck do you want, Conrad?"

"I'm sorry." He muttered looking at you and you shook your head with a sarcastic smile.

"So you have a type of girl, and it's not me." you began to say while the one who tensed his jaw this time was him. "If you wanted brown eyes I could have worn contacts."

"y/n, it's not what you think—"

"I was going to find out, Conrad, when were you planning to tell me?" You looked into his eyes but this time it was he who wasn't looking at you. "Look at me." He didn't say anything. "Look at me, Conrad."

This time he did.

"She doesn't look like me." you pointed towards the kitchen, where she would probably be there, probably listening, but that didn't matter now. You let out a sarcastic laugh, denying. "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment."

"y/n is not what you think, it just happened and I—"

"We are literally the opposite, Conrad, look at her and look at me." You pointed at yourself, looking at him, the sadness in his eyes could reflect the same one you felt. "You even seem happier with her than you were with me."

"I was happy..."

"But not happier."

He stayed quiet and you gently bit the inside of your cheek. "Now I know why."

"Why what?"

"Why you look happier." He sighed, trying to look somewhere else but somehow you managed to get him lost in your gaze. "You were expecting to find the opposite."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds there, it seemed like everything had stopped around you.

“Tell me something,” you started and he waited for you to continue talking. "If I changed for you, would you love me or would you still go with her?"

"y/n..."

"Be honest with me, I deserve it." and then silence answered for him. "well, I understand." You didn't know how you had handled not crying in front of him, but you wouldn't give him that privilege, to see you cry for him.

“I'm so sorry.”

When you were about to lock yourself in the bathroom again, Jeremiah's voice was heard.

“y/n?”

You quickly walked towards him to hug him, he received you in his arms looking at Conrad with some anger in him.

"I want to go." You murmured against his skin, and he nodded, taking your hand.

"Let's go from here." He said and took your things, and after you finally changed your clothes, the two of you left.

He drove your car outside your house, neither of you said anything and he didn't pressure you to do it either.

"Sometimes I wonder if the times he said I was beautiful were... were lies." you almost sobbed, already almost completely processing what had happened.

"You're gorgeous." he was quick to say. You looked at him with tears blurring your vision. "And there will be someone to remind you every day if you don't feel that way."

You gave him a small smile, turning your body so that you were facing him.

He joined his forehead with yours and the fingers of your hands were intertwined, just like you did when you were both little and one of you felt bad.

Although you couldn't do it right, you hugged him as best you could, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you, Jere." You murmured and he stroked your hair.

"I will always be for you."

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[readingwriter92]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bridgewater (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Anne Becker & Jeremy Bradshaw, Jeremy Bradshaw & Vipin Khurana Characters: Jeremy Bradshaw, Anne Becker, Vipin Khurana Additional Tags: Overworked Jeremy, tired!Jeremy, Mom!Anne, Hurt/Comfort, Vipin is done Summary:

The bags under his eyes had their own bags, his hair was a mess - as though his fingers had run through it a few hundred times - and his clothes were the same as Vippin had seen when he’d said his goodbyes on Saturday.

He sighed. Clearly the professor hadn’t left. This wasn’t the first time the man had done this, but it had been a good year. And recently with his frequent excursions with Anne, Vippin had thought maybe he wouldn’t get so sucked into work but alas, there they were. “Professor?” “Vippin?” Jeremy looked up from his work, squinting up at him as his glasses were absent. Seeing him head on just emphasized his gaunt look. “What? What are you doing here? It’s…” He trailed off, lifting his phone to check the date, only to see that it was dead. “It’s Monday- were you...here all weekend?”

~~ Jeremy overworks himself so Vipin calls Anne-

9 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#4

Ahhhhh programming a great joy wherein I spend FORTY MINS trying to figure out why two strings don’t equal all bc there was an extra \n at the end of one

10 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#3

Me: I’m gunna write

Also me: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

10 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#2

Do I know anything about batman? fuck no. but do I have a genius level theory? yes.

Robin #1: Dick Grayson What sounds like Grayson? Jason Who's second robin? Robin #2: Jason Todd What is the first letter in Jason's last name? T What letter does robin number three's name start with? T Robin #3: Tim Drake Now you see. They didn't want us to catch onto this theory therefore What letters do they avoid having in the beginning of Robin four's name? T and D What is robin four's name? Robin #4: Stephanie Brown [ignore the fact that I'm not actually sure if Stephanie is Robin four or not I was too lazy to read an entire bunch of articles for this] Now but you see they needed a robin five. what do we call him? Well what letter has appeared in all of the first three robin's names? D What letter only appears in robin four's name? W Who is robin number five? Robin #5: Damien Wayne Thus I am just right

11 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Fucking quaking over the sneak peaks from wfa season two where Bruce is having a hella moment and I dragged the image from the polygon article to save it bc it’s beautiful and it fucking says ep 56. Batman scarecrow and guys I am totally okay and normal and fine about this information

14 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

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[justtogetthrough]

Yesterday kiddo and I spent hours catching up on each other's lives the last few months. We sat in my study chatting after I'd finished working at 4. We sat in the living room chatting bc I needed water and the study is uncomfortable for lounging. We took a lil break and then he came to lie in bed with me and we kept chatting. Then we made dinner and sat at the kitchen table and kept chatting until we went to bed at 10.

By the kitchen conversation I started pointing out everything in my house that has broken or needed replacing all in the last 3-4 months and it has literally legit been one thing after another that you'd think some evil person has a voodoo doll of my house to the point where he just patted me on the shoulder and was like holy shit, I'm sorry, it will be okay, no wonder you're freaking out al the time. (Cuz I've had people screwing me over nonstop at the same time.)

After he moved out I was still in total crisis and so we didn't really talk for a month, and it took a couple weeks after that to really start conversing again and the whole time I felt this heavy guilt that he probably felt like I abandoned him, like the conflict in the 2 months before he moved out might have made him feel like it changed everything. I didnt wanna tell him over text after he moved how much my life was falling apart bc he just moved to a new city on his own at 19 and had his own stuff to deal with, and I never want him to bear the emotional burden of my problems. So I just... withdrew, like I always do from people. But last night we just took turns sharing what's happened since February and saying it all out loud like that, wow. My life has absolutely gone to fucking shit. I have a million good reasons for being as unstable as I am right now honestly, and for as much as I felt like I needed to be alone in order to calm down... it's also really nice having him back home. He's set up in the guest room because his room is the worst victim of the electrical work disaster and it's a nonfunctional room with no outlets or light or power at the moment. And he brought all his furniture with him when he moved so its bare/storage now anyway. But. He's home and the rest of the house has barely changed and he used to sleep in the guest room anyway when his own room got too messy and stressed him out so it's not like that's novel to him lol.

It feels really nice to have him here. My home feels like home. I've cared for him for almost 3 years and I wonder if him moving out, not being here every day, added to my dysregulation. It was a big change. Caregiving was such a significant part of my life for the 5ish years since I met him/started dating his mom that to all of a sudden not have him around and only knowing what was happening through the minimal details he'd post occasionally on Instagram.... it was weird. So, hearing about everything has been nice. Hearing about all the people he's met and his roommate and his routines, I'm so used to knowing the ins and outs of his daily life but I'm trying to release that, and let him live independently and choose to share what he wants to.

But it's been nice having him around and I feel somewhat more whole.

When I move out east, I'm gonna have a smaller place so having him come stay will probably suck a bit, but out there I'll only be 2.5 hours away from him compared to 4 hours where I am now. That will probably be really nice. His sense of home is attached to me - hes sad I'm leaving this house I bought for him and I, but plans change and the stability he's gained hasn't really been from this house, it's been me. We lived in a cramped shoebox apartment for a while before moving in here. He told me I've brought him the most stability in his life - and I will always provide that, no matter where I live. He is my kid til I die. It's like I gave birth to a traumatized 14 year old, but his mom passed him off to me because parenting is just not an instinct she was born with and I will never let him go.

#personal

[dameronology]

would love to see "you're being ridiculous!" "why do you care? i'm not your boyfriend/girlfriend/s.o anymore!" with tasm! peter pls!

ofc! i changed the prompt to "we're not together anymore!" anymore bc it sounded a lil better😭(from the beck + jade prompt list)

warnings: angst, swearing

"We need to talk about this."

Peter barely avoided being shut in the door as it slammed behind you, sticking his leg out just in time. You were in a rampage - he knew that, your neighbours knew that, the entirety of fucking Queens knew it now too - and had been for the better part of two hours. Any sane person would have kept their distance, but not Peter. Never Peter. Whether he was blinded by love or just completely lacking common sense, you didn't know. Either way, it was wise to avoid your line of fire - especially when he was the cause of it.

"What is there to talk about?!" you demanded, throwing your bag onto the kitchen counter. "You broke a promise, again-"

"- there was a shoot out. What was I meant to do?" Peter cut you off. "Just...swing away?! Let people die so that I could make it to our anniversary dinner?!"

You let out a derivative snort. "You could have fucking called! Just a quick message to say you'd be late, or even to say that you weren't coming at all!"

"Oh, I am so sorry that YOU weren't the first thing on my mind whilst I was trying to avoid being shot at-"

"- that's just is it, isn't it?" you snapped. "I'm never the first thing on your mind. You have a million priorities and I don't even crack the top ten anymore."

It sucked, really. Seeing yourself move down Peter Parker's ladder of priorities. Everyone had always warned you during high school that doing long distance during college would be the hardest thing for your relationship but that had been a doddle compared to this. You'd been out of university for two years by that point and in the same city for the better part of it. It had been blissful at first, spending every second of every day together, just as you had in high school. Now, you were lucky if Peter even gave you the time of day.

You'd given him ultimatums before - if you don't try harder, it's over and if you miss a date again, I'm done and they'd seemed to work for a while. Peter would try harder for a few weeks; buying you flowers, taking you out to dinner, taking nights off of being Spiderman to remind you how much you meant to him. Then he would start to slip up again and it was...Well, it was tiring. To say the fucking least.

It was a toxic cycle and you had to break it. For your sanity, and for his.

"C'mon," Peter murmured. "Of course you. You're always my number one."

"So why you don't you call?" you asked quietly. "Why do you leave me sat there on my own for three hours in a diner like a fool?"

"I-"

"- more to the point, Pete, why do we keep doing this?" you continued, dropping onto the couch. "Why do I keep letting you?"

"Letting me do what?"

"Treat me like shit!" you snapped. "You always promise to do better but you never do. It was bad enough the first five times I let you do it but now I'm making a complete clown of myself."

"I can do better," he begged, large hands reaching out for you. "Just let me prove it-"

"- you've had plenty of chances," you ripped your hands away. "Too many."

"What are you saying?"

You sniffed, standing up. "I'm saying that we're done."

Crossing the living room, you pushed past him and picked up your bag and keys.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

With a shrug, you turned to face him and gave him a curt nod. "Yeah. I am."

You pulled open the front door and made your way out the apartment, thundering down the corridor. Peter stumbled behind you, almost tripping over the laces of his converses as he followed you out. He was desperate now - maybe if he'd been that way before, none of this would have happened. It was a shame it took dangling your relationship right in front of him for him to realise.

"You're being ridiculous!" he called after you.

You glanced over your shoulder, not stopping. "Why do you care? We're not together anymore."

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