#and when someone rings my doorbell and can clearly see that i am in the house

[fandomfix13]

Get Him Back - Rafe Cameron 18+

* HI ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE WRITTEN ANYTHING BUT IM HERE NOW

* TBH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT SO BARE WITH ME

* This is so super long and also completely filthy at parts SO MDNI and pls read warnings

* little bit of fluff? Def some pretty smutty smut. This did not start out as smut but here we are

* WRITTEN IN Y/N’s POV, lots of dialogue

*anything in italics is your inner monologue

Word count: 4K

WARNINGS: MDNI!, mentions of cheating (not rafe), toxic ex,  oral (giving and receiving), fingering, rough-ish??, p in v sex, hair pulling, light choking??, not rated e for everyone

The rain is pouring down in sheets. Falling harder than it has in a while. My head is pounding from holding back tears, that I might as well let out. I never thought that I would be in this situation. Forced out of my boyfriend's car after a fight at nearly one in the morning, with a dead phone, left to walk home alone in the pouring rain. How cliche. Not to mention the fact that I’m just over three miles away from home. What a dick. Some “man” he is to leave me like that. For all he cares, I could be kidnapped out here. However, it's highly unlikely being that I’m wandering in one of (if not the nicest) neighborhoods in this entire state. Constantly guarded by a neighborhood watch, with gated community after gated community.

 I can see the the sharp rain plummeting down in the glow of the street lights. Unlucky for me, the wind has picked up too making this walk even more miserable. At this point, I have two options; 1. I could continue to walk home in this miserable weather OR 2. I could lose all dignity and show up to Sarah’s house after not talking to her in months. Seeing as this storm is showing absolutely no sign of stopping, its looking like the second option is better. As I turn the corner, I approach the Seabrook Gated Community. A little ways down is the fence that Sarah and I used to hop all the time when we would sneak out. That’s my in. It’s an old rusty fence that is hidden behind some overgrown hedges behind some wildly overpriced house that rarely ever has anyone living in it.         

After nearly slipping off of the slippery fence, I make my way down the street to Tanny Hill. Mentally preparing myself for the absolute humiliation that will occur if Sarah opens the front door. We had our falling out about 3 months ago and we haven't spoken since. We have tried our best to avoid each other at all costs. At least I’ve tried avoiding her, that is, until this very moment. 

As I approach the front lawn, I genuinely consider turning around and quite literally braving the storm and walking home. As it is, I’m already soaked from head to toe and probably on the verge of pneumonia. However, I shake off my thoughts and walk towards the front door. I knock three times in hope that someone will hear. I don’t ring the doorbell out of fear of waking up the entire Cameron household which is the last thing I need to do. After a few seconds, nobody answers. This house is huge maybe they are coming. I convince myself that nobody is answering the door so I turn accepting my fate and I walk away. Suddenly, I hear the front door unlock and my breath gets caught in my throat when I hear his voice. 

“Y/N? Is that you?” Fuck. Me.

“Hey Rafe.” I choke out. God I probably look insane.

“What are you doing here?” he looks at his phone “at 1:26 in the morning.”

“Um. Is Sarah home?” I spit out, trying to avoid conversation.

“She’s not…but I am.” He leans against the door frame looking me up and down in a ‘you good?’ way. “You also didn’t answer my question.” He adds.

“I uh…I didn’t know where else to go.” I say quietly. I was right. This is in fact humiliating. He just stands there and stares at me. Clearly unamused at the fact that I still haven't answered his question as to why I am standing on his front porch looking like a wet dog. I would stare too. “Are you gonna let me inside? Or are you just gonna keep staring at me in silence.” I add.

“That depends.” He says lookin back into the house then back at me. “Are you gonna tell me why you’re here? Or are you just gonna avoid the question.” Touche. We stand here in silence for a moment as he watches me get pelted in the face by the rain and I chatter my teeth. He finally pushes the door open further and gestures for me to come inside. Thank go Sarah isn’t home because I would be shitting myself out of embarrassment right now. I walk in and Rafe opens a hallway in the closet as he reaches in and grabs a towel that he throws at me. “If You get anything wet, Rose will lose her shit.” 

“How kind.” I say with strong notes of sarcasm.

“Hey I didn’t have to let you in. I could've just left you outside on your own.” he’s right.

“Well you wouldn’t be the first guy to leave me outside tonight, so I probably would’ve been fine” I blurt out without thinking. What happened to me tonight is none of his business. Plus I’m sure he will hear about it anyway. However, he did let me inside which he did not have to do, so I could at least pretend to be grateful. 

“Damn. That's rough. Sorry about that.” he almost sounded embarrassed.

“No, it's fine. Thanks for the towel.” he nods and sits down at the kitchen counter. We stand in silence for a bit as I ring my hair out into the sink. This couldn’t be more awkward. Here I am standing in my ex best friend’s house with her older brother, who was in fact my first kiss in a game of truth or dare years ago, and who happens to be the best friend of my boyfriend who just dumped me on the side of the road in the middle of the night. This is just grand. “Do you have a phone charger? My phone is completely dead.” 

“Uh yeah its upstairs. Do you wanna-” he cut himself off before speaking again. “Do you just wanna come up with me so you can change?” Right. So. Apparently this absolutely CAN  feel more awkward. Whatever. I need to charge my phone and honestly a change of clothes sounds devine. I silently follow Rafe up the stairs and into his room. “If you want you can take a shower to warm up. Your teeth haven’t stopped chattering since you got here.” he’s being frighteningly nice. 

“Um sure.” I say hesitantly as I am incredibly confused by his nice attitude. I plug in my phone and Rafe hands me one of his old t-shirts and a pair of booty shorts that were surely left here by some random girl, but honestly I don’t care. I have to get out of these clothes. “Thanks.” I say taking the clothes and entering his bathroom, closing and locking the door quickly behind me. Literally what the fuck. There is no way this is really happening. 

I take my time in the shower as I let the steaming hot water warm me up for a while. When I’m done, I put on the clothes that Rafe gave me, and open the bathroom door seeing him sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey Topper called you like five times when you were in the shower.” He says unfazed. My attitude shifts almost immediately. 

“You didn’t answer it did you?” I blurt out. Nice job y/n! That wasn’t suspicious at all!

“No…why would I?” he laughs clearly confused as I let out a sigh  of relief. Once again. Awkward silence. I take a seat on the edge of the bed going through my phone. “Are you gonna call him back?” he asks. Before I could answer him, his phone starts to ring. Toppers name is displayed on the screen. Rafe looks at his phone, then back to me, then back to his phone. 

“I am NOT here. Answer it. Put it on speaker.” I say frantically. Now he's intrigued.

“Hey Top!” Rafe answers. “Rafe! I fucked up man. I fucked up BAD! I’m coming over. I need a drink asap.” I am immediately shaking my head and mouthing ‘no’. “Top I can’t tonight man. My dad is on my ass and if Rose finds out I have someone over, I’m dead bro.” Is he seriously helping me right now? 

Topper scoffs on the other line. “Since when have you given a shit about what Rose thinks? I’m already on my way!” 

“Then turn around and go home man. I can’t tonight.”

“What is up with you dude? You never turn down a drink” its silent for a minute “Oh shit do you have a chick over right now?” Im disgusted at the change in tone in Top’s voice when he  brings up Rafe having a girl over.

“Yeah bro I do. And she’s alone right now in my bed so I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow.” Rafe responds, very quick to go along with Topper’s question.

“That’s my man!” Topper laughs “is she hot? She better be hot!”

Even Rafe rolls his eyes at Topper’s comment. “Yeah she’s hot. Okay gotta go man.” Rafe responds as he hangs up the phone. Is that true, does he think I’m hot? I don’t care. Do I?

I let out a huge sigh of relief that we dodged the bullet of Top showing up here. 

“So. Are you gonna tell me why I just had to lie to my best friend?”

I shift nervously. “Well technically you didn’t lie. There is a ‘chick’ here and she is sitting on your bed.” I try to make a joke avoiding this conversation at all costs. 

“Y/n.” He says, raising his eyebrows. He clearly wants an answer. 

“I broke up with Top and he didn’t take it well.” I say on an exhale. He doesn’t say anything because he’s not stupid. He has probably figured out that much already. I let out a heavy sigh. “He kicked me out of his car in the middle of the road three miles away from my house in the fucking rain because I accused him of cheating on me. He told me that I had no idea what I was talking about. He said I was crazy, and that I was making shit up. But I’m not. I know for a fact that I’m not. It’s not the first time either. He’s done it before, which I’m sure you already know since you’re his best friend and he probably tells you everything.” I make that realization as I’m rambling my story out to him. Rafe is probably well aware of Topper’s lack of loyalty. 

“I uh. I knew about it the first time.” He admits. His honestly with the situation makes me laugh a little as I roll my eyes.

“Of course you did. Being that it was with your sister. I’d be shocked if you didn’t know.” The look on Rafe’s face instantly changes. It’s almost like he’s holding something back. “Unless…Sarah wasn’t the first girl was she. There was someone else.” Tears that I have been pushing back for weeks start to well in my eyes. Not because I’m sad, but because I’m furious. Even Rafe doesn’t know what to say. Without thinking, I grab my wet clothes and my barely charged phone, and head towards his bedroom door. “I should go. Thanks for the shower and-” 

“Y/n don’t be ridiculous” he says quickly following me. “You can’t leave right now that storm is getting worse” He puts his hand on the door, shutting it. 

I turn and he is standing close enough to me to create an odd sort of tension. 

“Why don’t you get him back?” Rafe suggests as I roll my eyes.

“I don’t want to get back with him Rafe I’m so ov-” he cuts me off.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I mean get him back. As in revenge.” he says as he steps closer to me. Jesus Christ I’m an absolute idiot.

“Revenge…right.” I laugh awkwardly. He continues to inch closer, creating an even bigger amount of tension. Not that tension is an unfamiliar thing with Rafe and I. There has always been a weird tension between us. Ya know…the whole best friends brother thing. I’ve known Rafe for almost 10 years. Something about his cocky attitude has always been attractive to me. Call it toxic. I don’t care. It’s just the truth. Rafe and I are standing right infront of each other. He is towering over me as my back is still to the door. 

“You know…They say that one of the best ways to get over a guy is to get under another.” He almost whispers while moving my hair out of my face. I can’t help but blush. The thought of getting back at Topper crossed my mind the second he cheated on me. The thought of getting back at him by hooking up with his best friend? That’s even better. Rafe leans down and starts to kiss my neck. “Rafe we probably shouldn’t do this” I whisper clearly enjoying it.

“Of course we shouldn’t. But I do shit that I shouldn’t do all the time.” He stops kissing my neck to look me in the face.

“Me too” I nod letting out a breath as I crash my lips onto his. The kiss is instantly filled with an insane amount of intensity. Rafe backs me up against the wall as he deepens the kiss. He moves from my mouth to my neck, leaving hickeys all over. He is making sure that I can’t hide what we are doing. And I’m totally here for it. His hands move from my hair, to my hips, to underneath the hem of my shirt. Well. Technically his shirt. I’m braless since my bra got soaked in that rain earlier. He quickly realizes this as his hand grazes over my tits. He starts to grip them while kissing me, making me moan softly until he stops for a second. 

“As hot as you look in my shirt…it’s coming off” he nearly growls. I lift my arms as he lifts the shirt over my head and throws it across the room. I reach for his shirt to take it off. Once he takes it off his mouth is back on mine. Our foreheads are pressed together as our bare chests are rising and falling against each other. He hoists me up, grabbing my ass as I throw my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. We don’t last long against the wall before we move to the bed.

He lays me down on the edge of the bed as he hovers over me kissing me yet again. Each kiss gets more aggressive. We bite each other's lips between kisses. He moves his mouth from my lips to my neck leaving more marks. Slowly, he makes his way to my chests. The marks he makes get darker and darker. He puts his mouth over my nipple, making me moan as he slightly bites down. He quickly moves his hand up to cover my mouth.

“Shhh. Baby we gotta stay quiet.” He says as he moves from one nipple to the other. I moan into his hand as he stifles the sound that comes out. His hand moves from my mouth to my throat as he wraps his hand around it lightly. His lips meet mine again. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” holy shit. I moan into our kiss as his hand is on my throat. His hand travels down my body until its hovering over my shorts. He’s moving his hand from one thigh to the other. Barely grazing the spot where I need him the most. I breathe into our kiss as his hand stops at the waistband of my shorts. He’s such a fucking tease. He hovers his hand there for a minute sensing that I want more. 

“Oh my God Rafe” I moan out of anticipation.

“You want more baby?” he smirks against my lips.

“You know I do” Smartass.

“Say less” he moves from his position above me, to kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed. He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down, revealing my bare pussy. He pulls me closer to the edge of the bed and spreads my legs in one swift motion, causing my breath to hitch. He leans down and attaches his mouth to my clit. This of course causes another accidental moan to slip from my mouth. I immediately throw my own hands over my mouth to quiet the noise. His tongue is swirling circles over my clit as he inserts two fingers without warning. As hard as I am trying to stifle my sounds, nothing could stop the groan that I let out at this moment. He moves his fingers at a faster pace that matches what his tongue is doing. 

“Holy Shit Rafe.” I whine.

“You like that?” he smirks up at me. I nod and roll my eyes to the back of my head before shutting them tightly. But suddenly Rafe stops. “Open your eyes y/n. I want you to look at me when you cum. I want you to see who is making you feel this good.” I do as he says and open my eyes as I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better view. “Atta girl” He smirks before burying his face into me yet again. He adds a third finger as I throw my head back while remaining eye contact. He curls his fingers as he eats me out and I want to scream at the pressure building up inside of me. I reach forward and tangle my fingers through his hair as he grins up towards me. 

“Rafe! Oh my God” I let out a string of other soft noises and words.

“Go ahead baby. Cum for me,” I look Rafe in the eyes as I jerk my hips and arch my back, completely unraveling in front of him. As he removes his fingers from inside of me, he brings them up to my mouth. “I want you to see how good you taste.” he says as I take his fingers into my mouth until they are clean. He removes his fingers from my mouth and laces his hands through my hair as he devours me with a kiss. 

“That was incredible.” I breathe heavily.

“Oh we aren’t done yet princess.” the sound of him calling me princess was enough to nearly send me over the edge again. 

“I’d hope not” I tangle my tongue with his as he deepens the kiss by pulling my hair back. I reach for his pants and I undo his belt. 

“Eager are we?” he scoffs, pulling away for a moment. He removes his belt and  his pants. Leaving his boxers for me to remove. I gesture for him to sit on the edge of the bed where I just was. When he sits, I climb onto his lap, straddling him over his boxers. I can tease too. I lean in kissing him as I slowly start to rock back and forth on his lap. I can feel him getting harder by the second. To be honest this is doing just as much for me as it is for him. I start to kiss his neck, leaving marks similar to the ones he left on me. I start to rock faster back and forth until he is letting out moans the way I was. I cover his mouth.

“I thought we had to stay quiet.” I give him a sly smile before kneeling on the floor and removing his boxers. I come face to face with his cock as I run my tongue up the side, looking up at him while I do it. I move my tongue to the other side slowly, taking my sweet time. 

“Fuck y/n” Rafe groans as he places his hand in my hair. 

I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and start to suck slowly, using my hands to work the rest that I can’t fit in my mouth. I bob my head up and down while I look up at him, my eyes are starting to water. He grabs my head and slightly pushes me down further, and I can feel his tip hit my throat. When it does Rafe lets out a deep moan with a mumbled string of “oh fucks”. After a few minutes, I can sense that he is going to cum. I don’t bother asking where he wants to finish before he finishes in my mouth. I swallow and look up at him with a smile.

“Holy shit. You really know what you’re doing.” He lets out a heavy content sigh. “We still aren't done yet. I need to be inside you.” He says laying me back down on the bed. I still cannot believe that this is happening. 

Rafe wastes no time climbing on top of me leaving sloppy kisses up my chest and meeting my mouth with his. “You sure about this?” He looks down at me.

“Never been more sure about anything.” I nod. 

“Good” He says as he grabs a condom from his nightstand and puts it on. Seconds later, he is lining himself up at my entrance. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he enters inside of me. His cock stretched my pussy perfectly. He moves with smooth motions leaving us both moaning into each other's mouths as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He brings his hand to my throat once again,barely applying pressure, making me let out a moan that was too loud to be stifled. He doesn’t seem to care. 

“You like when my hands are around your neck?” He whispers in my ear.

“Yes! Oh my god yes” I am starting to get louder. He moves his hand from my throat to my mouth to keep me quiet again. I moan into his hand as his thrusts hit the perfect spot inside of me. He can tell that he has hit the spot when my hips start to buck in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. I am almost screaming into his hand. As he leans down to kiss me again. 

“You gonna cum with me?” he asks, pressing his forehead against mine. I nod unable to speak, to stop myself from screaming. “Words y/n. Use your words” 

“Fuck yes. I’m gonna cum!” I whine out. He thrusts in and out a few more times, hitting the spot perfectly making me squirm underneath him. With one final thrust, I arch my back as I scratch my nails down his, definitely leaving scratch marks. We cum simultaneously as we let out deep and hungry moans into each other's mouths. He just gave me the best orgasm I have ever had. He pulled out and laid next to me.

“Holy shit. I’ve waited so long to do that.” he says looking at me out of breath.

“Me too. I always had a crush on you ya know.” I say looking at him equally as out of breath.

“Yeah I know.” He smiles and lets out a soft chuckle.

“Took you long enough to do something about it.” I laugh back.

“Thank God I did. And I plan on doing it again. Just so you know.” I winked at me 

“I’d hope so.” I smile, laying there next to him. He was right. That was the best way to get over someone. 

** hi! I really hope you liked this. If you did and want to see more let me know what you want to see! I had fun writing this and in my many many years of writing fanfics this is somehow my first time writing smut so I hope it was okay lol ❤️

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[starsomens]

Mother

I would like to request for a Noah x reader where they’re both friends who are pining for each other.

At one point they were talking about Noah’s hand tattoos and one thing led to another, they both realised the size difference between their hands and they both went 👀👀👀👀😳😳😳😳

MY CHILD!

"Honestly, I really want the next album to progress but I'm really glad the meeting was canceled this morning" Nick sighs as he leans back in his chair. They were currently visiting LA again after traveling. You had asked Noah if he was free to catch up for an hour or two like you all used to before their recent tour.

You had Known Nick for basically you're entire life and you were then introduced to Noah around your teen years. Of course you stuck around for their success, new members and their latest hit album and tour. You had even went on the first half of their tour with them.

“ oh yeah, did I tell you that Y/N is coming to visit after so long?” he informed his friend. “ she should be here pretty soon actually.”

“ oh, so are you gonna finally make your move?” Nicks Eyebrows danced at him,

“ come on, it’s just a meet up. We’re just gonna catch up.” Noah couldn’t help but play with his hands at his friend poking fun at him. Truth was you and him kind of had a little thing going on. A lot of people thought that you would’ve ended up together, but no one ever made a move. There were times where one of you was going to confess to the other, but chickened out last minute. Eventually, you both had kind of ignored it, and just kept being friends.

Oh, and he thought you would’ve felt too overwhelmed with his lifestyle and everything that was going on. You wouldn’t want to settle for someone who is always traveling doing work and writing, and thought it would scare you away. You were one of the most beautiful girls ever eyes and he thought You guys were dying to be with you and you would not settle for him.

You thought that you weren’t enough Noah was an uprising artist, along with the rest of the band, and you thought you were gonna just weigh them down. It didn’t help that Noah was very handsome and it honestly intimidated you into feeling as if you were not pretty enough for him.

Everyone else around you thought you would’ve made a great couple. They found both funny and annoying how long it’s taking you both to realize that you have feelings for one another.

“ I’m telling you you guys guys are running in circles. She clearly likes you and you definitely like her just make your move.”

“ we’ve been over this. I’ve already said it if it-“

“-was meant to happen you wouldn’t feel a certain way when you try to talk to her. I know you say that every time how about you just make a move I promise you dude it is going to work.”

Just before Noah could answer his doorbell ring

“ speaking of the devil herself, there she” side, feeling more anxious than he was before, since the conversation was brought up

“ make your move. This might be your last chance.” And Nick hung up the call, and Noah was face with his fears on his own. He feels his ears, lungs as he pushes himself from his desk and goes to answer the door.

Why am I nervous? She’s just a friend…. It’s not like she would want to be more than that….. even if I wanted it to be

He thought himself as he started to unlock the door. They did you who he would consider one of his best friends but also his secret love. He just wish that he could tell you that.

“ long time no see” you smile up at him just like you used to. How he missed that smile. The way your eyes would slightly squint and how your smile can brighten up any dark day. Oh, how he wished you were his so he could hold you and kiss you and stare at you all day long. Was that weird for him to think about?

“ the same to you look at you really covered in tattoos now” he teased you only seeing about three of them on your arm

“ says the one covered from neck to toe and tattoos all you’re missing or some face tattoos and you’d be complete “ you both give a giggle before he steps aside, and let you .

He watched you as you walked in. The way your hair gently flowed in the wind. Your hips swing with each step that you took.. and that ass . Noah was an extremely respectful person, especially towards women, but he couldn’t deny that you had a great ass on you, and it was one of the features that he really liked on you physically

“ so anything new going on? Aside from resting, of course.” You asked as you popped down on the sofa, making yourself at home as you would usually do

“ oh you know just working on the new album, all that junk. But we got the day off today, so just another day for me to center myself” he sat down close to you

"That sounds really productive and honestly relaxing” you kick your shoes off and fold them underneath your weight

“But tell me about you, you’re the one who’s been traveling and gotten some new ink” he said looking to your new inked skin. Out of all of the friends you were the only odd one out with no tattoos. You had finally gotten one with Nick, and once you left you had gotten one from each state you visited.

“Well, New York was obviously amazing and fluent a great artist for this one,” you pointed to the one on your shoulder “then after went to Virginia, visited some old friends of course and got this one. And finally stopped at Vegas and got this lil cutie” you pointed to a delicate design that wrapped around your wrist and went just about half way into the back of your hand.

Without thinking twice, Noah takes your hands in his and observes the tattoos. Face. You could feel your palms starting to sweat and your heart rate begin to race. You really hope you couldn’t feel how sweaty your hands were getting. You really hope you couldn’t hear how heavy you were breathing all the sudden. You had tried to convince yourself that those feelings were simply just teenage hormones, but now that you say here, again, with him in his living room. Your hands in his as he looked over your tattoos you had realize that those feelings truly did not go away…. However, you didn’t want them to go away either. Something with you hoping he would also reciprocate those feelings.

Then looked up from being much closer to your face than he had thought he was, and he giggled. He struggled to make eye contact with you know that if he did, he would say he’d regret. So, instead, he simply sat there in silence, while you looked at each other.

“They’re um….really pretty..” he said staring at your orbs. Mentally he meant your eyes, but verbally he said. “The tattoos…you found some great artists huh?”

Damn it! That was your chance! Artist? Come on!

“Y-yeah they were great, but compared to yours these are nothing” you blush trying to change the focus of the conversation

"which one is your favorite?" he asks

"I mean it would be hard to chose there are so many..." you chuckle trying not to sound nervous

"well take your pick" he said displaying his arms. You instantly look to his arm covered in a beautiful scarlet from wrist to shoulder. It was your honest favorite. You take his hand in yours as your other hand glides up his arm and trace along the beautiful design. You thought it was one of his best pieces

"this one.." you said softly. You hadn't even noticed he was now holding your hand in his. Your eyes fall down to them as you notice the size difference between you and him. How his hand encaged yours in warmth and comfort. Both your hands lining up finger by finger in front of your faces as your fingers slowly come to intertwine together. His hand lacing with yours nearly perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally put together.

"Y/N..." he called you and you finally snap out of your mind. Realizing the position you were in

"O-Oh Noah I'm sorry I didn't mean to do th-"

"I really like you." he blurts out

"....."

"I think..I've alwasy thought of what an amazing, smart and funny girl…I uh…lost my chance when you left to travel but I want…to want know..if you would- if you! If you feel the same way?” He asked cautiously

“…” you remain silent making Josh very nervous

“…if you don’t that totally fi-“ the poor boy was then shut up by your lips on his. It was 100%, defiantly a yes from you. His hand lets go of your as his arms wrap around your waist and brings you closer to him. You both pull back slowly and rest your foreheads on each others

“…well that took long enough” you giggle whisper

“Yeah…just pissed I didn’t do it sooner” he sighs as he rests you in his lap, feeling at home and comfortable with your weight in him

“Well we’re where now,” you smile “and you can make it up to me of course”

“And how’s that?”

“With some more kisses Mr,Sebastian”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for locking my neighbours out (on purpose)?

I live in a small apartment building (like, converted house type deal), and my downstairs neighbours have decided over their last few months living in the same building as me that bringing their keys when they leave just isn't for them.

The building has two doors: the front, which locks automatically when closed, and the back door with a manual lock that you can lock from the inside only.

When my neighbours first moved in, they forgot their keys a lot and would have to ring their own apartment for whoever was still home could let them in (dad coming home from work had to have his wife let him in, kids coming in from playing would have to have their parents open the door). Sometimes all of them would go out and they still wouldn't bring their key or the members still at home couldn't answer, and they had to ring the other apartments (usually mine) to let them in. I don't mind doing this in theory if someone gets locked out by accident now and then (that's just common courtesy - I hope they would do the same if I were ever locked out by accident) but I was getting annoyed as it happened repeatedly because they just never bring their keys. I've had to get out of bed late at night a few times after being woken up by them ringing my doorbell.

When the weather was warmer they would also sometimes prop the front door open on a large rock and leave it like that during the day, if they were going on a short trip out. I will admit to closing the door whenever I came home to find it standing open, if I didn't see my neighbour in the immediate vicinity.

In the last few months, they've clearly realized it was kind of risky to count on someone letting them in all the time (and maybe, to leave the front door wide open). Instead of coming to the conclusion to bring their keys with them when they leave, they decided the solution is to leave the back door unlocked 24/7 instead.

I live in a slightly rough part of town, but honestly even if I didn't, I think it's super reasonable to not feel safe having the back door unlocked all the time, even if I keep both doors in my own apartment locked. The person that lived in their apartment previously was actually assaulted by another tenant last year. Not that locking the back door would've prevented something like that but it's just been a reminder to me that the doors on the inside of the building to each apartment are not infallible, and I think leaving the sturdier outside door open given that is absolutely insane.

When I go downstairs to do my laundry in the basement, I always pass by the back door. Lately, I've been locking it when I go by if I notice it unlocked. I peek outside to check the patio, and if no one is out there, I lock it. I think this is a reasonable thing to do, and I'm hoping it will clue them in to bring their damn keys when they leave their apartment. However, I know this means they will be locked out and have to ring doorbells to be let in again. Am I the Asshole for doing this?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[jmojellybae]

Lay All Your Love On Me

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!reader

Word count: 6k

Summary: It’s a Friday night, and Robin has cleared her schedule to spend time with you. She wants to take you out, and you fully expect Steve to be your taxi like always, but Robin has a surprise.

CW: 18+ Fluff to Smut real quick. You might get whiplash. Romantic Robin. Mature language. Kissing. Making out. Pet names. Reader wears a dress. Non-serious thoughts of kidnapping. Dirty talk. Rough!Robin. Groping. Hair pulling. Finger sucking. Drool. Praising. Oral (Robin receiving) Light period typical homophobia. All characters involved are 18+

A/N: This fic can be read as a standalone or as follow up of 3rd Period.  l do highly recommend reading it as it provides more of a backstory to Robin and Reader’s relationship. As always, likes/reblogs/feedback is much appreciated.

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The upbeat disco beats of Abba gently fill your room as you sit at your vanity, meticulously applying a light coat of blush on your cheeks. It’s a Friday night, and by some miracle, Robin doesn’t have anything to do. No band practice. No Family Video. No school projects. For the first time in a long time, your girlfriend has a clear schedule, and she fully dedicated the night to you.

You’re unable to contain the excitement thinking about what Robin has planned. In all honesty, it didn’t matter where or what you were doing. It’s been a long time since the two of you had a real date. You’d be happy with anything. You suggested just staying in and watching some movies, but Robin insisted she’d take you somewhere like she promised.

You give your face a once over, happy with how well you did your makeup. You stand up and make your way to your closet and swing the double doors open.

“Now the hard part.” You mutter to yourself.

You let out a puff of air looking at the options in front of you. You didn’t know what to dress for. Casual? Fancy? Would it matter to Robin? Definitely not. You decide to go with a safe option and pull out a mint colored pleated dress.

After getting dressed, you check the time. Steve and Robin should be here any minute. Yes, Steve. Because you and Robin rely on him to drive the both of you places. You feel guilty having Steve chauffeur the two of you around all the time, but according to him, it’s not a big deal. He enjoys seeing Robin happy, and he never misses a beat to tease her about it when given the chance. You totally would drive, but you don’t know how, and neither does Robin. It’s quite the pitiful dilemma.

You look out your window and see an empty driveway. Your parents have already left for the night to have their own date night adventures and they’ll be out late, which means (according to you) you can also be out late. You wonder what kind of shenanigans you can get up to later.

A car turning into your driveway breaks you out of your thoughts, and you notice immediately that it’s not Steve’s car. In fact, you don’t recognize the car at all. Could Steve have gotten a new car? You tilt your head thinking. The car turns off and sits idle in your drive away. You notice movement in the driver’s seat, but the darkness of night prevents you from clearly seeing anything distinct.

Curious, you step away from the window and start heading downstairs.

Who’s car is that? Is Robin okay? Is Steve okay? Am I about to be kidnapped by someone driving a Volkswagen Dasher?

You start thinking critically about the many different ways you could escape being tied up as you make your way down the stairs and to your front door.

You confidently walk to your front door and swing it open with so much force that you create a tiny gust of wind on yourself. You expect to see a creeper standing in front of you, but to your surprise, it’s Robin standing there, being illuminated by the porch light, looking incredibly dashing. She’s still as stone. Her hand is halfway raised looking like she was about to ring your doorbell. Her other hand is behind her back.

“Hi, pretty girl.” She blinks at you, taking in your worried expression. “Are you okay?”

“Robin!” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You stand on your tiptoes to look over Robin’s shoulder at the car in the driveway. “Did Steve get a new car? I don’t see him. What’s going on?”

Robin smiles wide, a beautiful blush spreads across her cheeks.

“Um. I drove, and that is actually my car.” She says proudly.

“What?!” You take her arm and drag her inside your house and close the door behind her. You want to ask a million questions.

“Wait, wait!” You can hear her laughing behind you. You take a deep breath, trying to keep it together.

“Robin, you know you can’t drive. You don’t even have a license! Please tell me you didn’t really-” You whip around and Robin is holding her hand out. She’s holding a beautiful, single red rose. Whatever else you were about to say dies on your lips.

“Surprise!” Robin says shakily. Her voice cracks like she’s suddenly nervous.

“Oh!” You squeak at the unexpected gesture. You’re caught completely off guard at the romantic act. You carefully reach for the delicate rose, bringing it to your nose.

“I um. I’m sorry that it’s just one. I would have totally gotten you more but uh, I wasn’t even sure if you liked roses, you know? Roses are like, super expensive too. Did you know that? I wanted to save as much money as possible to take you anywhere you wanted to go tonight so-” Robin goes on one of her famous rambles. You watch her go through a myriad of different facial expressions, eyebrows twitching up every so often.

You smell the rose again and the combination of the flowery fragrance and Robin’s scratchy voice calms your wired nerves. A kidnapper, really? You curse your imagination for running wild.

“Robin.” You grab the front of her jacket and pull her towards you, careful not to crush the rose. She stops talking and flashes you an toothy grin. “Thank you so much. This is really sweet.” You lean up and give her a soft, quick kiss.

“Yea?” Robin visibly deflates in relief.

“Of course, silly…” Your hand comes up to caress her cheek and she nudges into your palm like a cat. “But!” You break the cute moment and give her a sudden, harmless, tap on her cheek. “Did you really drive here? What’s going on?”

Robin stands up a bit straighter and takes a huge breath through her nose.

“You want the long version or the gist?” She asks.

You snort, knowing you’ll get the long version either way. “The gist please.”

“Okay. When we started dating, it really sucked not being able to um, hang out with you freely. If you know what I mean. I wanted to get my drivers license, but my parents didn’t have the time to teach me and didn’t have the money to get me into any classes. We were totally poor. Well not really. They were just-”

“Babe.” You gently interrupt her.

“Right, right, sorry. Anyway, I started picking up more shifts at Family Video so I could pay for the classes on my own. Even Dingus let me take some of his shifts.”

You think about all the times you wanted to see Robin after school and on the weekends but it always seemed like she was working. Your heart broke every time she told you she couldn’t. If she wasn’t at band practice, she was at Family Video. It was definitely hard to get through some weeks. You nod your head to signal for her to continue.

“Yea. Yea. Eventually, I had enough to pay for driving classes. I was super proud of myself. I sat through the classes and, god were those classes boring. Steve would even let me practice driving with his car. You should have seen his face every time I would brake too hard. Thought he was gonna strangle me and accidentally commit a hate crime. Anyway! I aced the actual driving test on my first try!”

The image of Steve losing his shit over his car and Robin behind the wheel makes you laugh out loud. You think about what Robin said, and a realization occurs to you.

“Wait, so you learned to drive without telling me, and somehow bought a car? You kept all that a secret?” You’re a little hurt that Robin would keep something like this from you, even though it’s facetious to think she did it for malicious reasons. She notices the hurt on your face and begins to sputter.

“Well, hold on! I wanted to surprise you. I figured wow, wouldn’t it be so cool if I could take my awesome girlfriend wherever she wanted whenever without having to rely on my best friend to take us everywhere like a couple of children? My parents noticed how much I wanted this, and they made me a deal that if I did well in school, kept up with band, and paid for my driving classes, they would pitch in to help buy me my own car! I really wanted this for us.”

Us

The confession almost sweeps your legs from under you. You’re dizzy from the amount of pure adoration and genuine sincerity coming from Robin’s words. Robin worked herself to the bone for months for you?

Noticing your still unconvinced expression, Robin reaches into her back pocket and pulls out her beat up wallet. “Look.”

She opens it and right there on the front, is her drivers license. Picture and all. She is smiling so wide in her picture and your heart does a little flip of how happy she looks. You know she was so proud of herself that day. You smile warmly and Robin lights up and your reaction. She shoves her wallet back into her pocket.

Robin gently plucks the rose that’s in your hand and places it on top of a nearby side table. She takes your hands and intertwines your fingers with hers. Your skin makes contact with her rings and the touch sends a cool chill through you. You gaze into your eyes, her expression tender.

“I’ve got the girl, and now I’ve got the car. I can take you to school, pick you up. Take you out on the weekends. Maybe, Um. Maybe take trips somewhere. Just the two of us. Without worrying too much about…well you know…”

Your heart is full. Robin is staring at you like you’re the only thing in the universe. You shake your head in disbelief of how utterly lucky you are.

“So you did all this in what, a couple of months?” You question.

Robin shakes her head up and down a little too fast. “Mhm. Four to be exact.”

You feel like an ass. Here was Robin, your amazing girlfriend, working way too much for a high school student, going to band, learning to drive and keeping her grades up all the while you’d mope and complain about your lack of time together. Obviously, you didn’t know what she was doing, but you can’t help but feel terrible with how hard she had to work over the last few months. Hell, you’re sure even some adults would crack under the pressure of it all.

Robin notices your brows knitting together in thought. She grabs your chin and turns you to face her.

“Hey. Don’t worry, pretty girl. It was worth it. Trust me.”

Robin smiles down at you and leans in closer. You naturally gravitate toward her and meet her halfway, her soft lips make contact with yours in a sweet and slow kiss. You are overwhelmed by everything Robin just said to you. You never doubted Robin’s devotion, but this was the most amazing gesture anyone has ever done for you.

Robin’s hands are on your waist and she pulls your hips flush against hers. You can’t hold back the moan that escapes you. Robin’s hums and smiles against your mouth at your reaction.

“Now don’t go making those noises or else we might not leave this house.” She jokes, but you can’t ignore the way your body reacts to her words.

“Hmm.” You tap your finger on your lips and act like you’re deep in thought. “What if we stayed here just a little longer before going out?” You bat your eyelashes innocently, but your request is anything but.

Robin understands but raises an eyebrow in surprise anyway. “I would love nothing more pretty girl but um…your parents?”

“Gone, and will be for a while. It’s their date night too you know. Plus, I don’t think I’m quite ready to be in a car with you behind the wheel yet, Buckley.” You jest, and Robin laughs, low and warm.

Robin grabs your face with both hands and blows a gnarly, wet, raspberry on your cheek. You yell in disgust at the crude noise and you try to push her away but you’re laughing too much. She’s got you wrapped up tight in her arms now, and you can barely budge.

“Did you not hear me when I said I aced the test on my first try?”

“Beginner's luck.” You strain to say against her body. You manage to wiggle free from her grip.

“Huh. That’s weird. Sounds like someone with no license is trying to talk to me.” She cups a hand to her ear and leans toward you.

You act quickly. Robin is making this too easy. You stick your finger in your mouth and aim right for her ear. Robin acts like she just got sucker punched. She jerks back, holding on to her ear and twirls in place a couple times. She’s repulsed.

“Augh!! A Wet Willy?!” She’s rubbing her ear, a look of betrayal on her face. “That’s sinful!”

You’re doubled over in laughter, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, but one look on Robin’s face has you sobering up quickly. A predatory gleam darkens your girlfriend’s features and you know you’re in trouble. You gulp.

“Oh shit.”

Robin reaches for you and you only just manage to evade her. You run to the living room, Robin hot on your heels. You’re joyous screams and Robin’s heavy footsteps fill the house. Your heart is beating so fast at the thrill of your girlfriend chasing you. You thank the heavens that Robin is so uncoordinated. You manage to evade her swipes every time she’s within reach. Robin chases you in circles around the couch a couple of times. You’re both laughing at the ridiculousness of it.

You are starting to lose your breath. “Wait wait! Truce!” You stop in front of the couch with your hands raised in front of you. Robin stands on the other side of the couch, you’re both panting. “Let’s call a truce before we break something!”

“Fine.” She says breathlessly. “You wanna apologize you little hellion?”

You laugh at her choice of vocabulary. Despite the wonderful news Robin told you about her recent achievements, you are in a spunky mood. You want to keep pushing Robin’s buttons a little more.

You smile crookedly and cross your arms defiantly. “I have nothing to apologize for.” And you stick your nose in the air.

Robin vaults, actually vaults over the sofa that was separating you two and you don’t even have time to blink before she effortlessly wraps her arms around you in a crushing bear hug. You squeal in amusement and flail like fish trying to escape, unfortunately she’s got her hands securely locked around you and she starts peppering your face with a dozen tiny little kisses. You’re laughing uncontrollably now. You don’t even really care if you go out tonight anymore. Robin being with you, like this, is way more than enough.

You’re overwhelmed with emotion. You kiss Robin deeply, and she makes a delighted noise deep in her throat. You feel the tiny vibration shake your whole body. Her arms forget their hold on you and instead fall to your waist. Robin starts to move her feet as you continue attacking her sweet mouth with your own. You absently follow her, unable and unwilling to break the kiss. Robin collapses onto the couch and positions you to straddle her lap.

The kisses started out soft at first, but the longer your make out session went on, the more furious the kisses became. Each slide of lips and tongue only got you more worked up. You couldn’t help but move your hips back and forth in her lap, trying to find any kind of friction. Robin moves her hands from your waist to your ass, giving your flesh a bruising squeeze over your dress as you moved against her. You feel a white hot ache in your lower abdomen at the rough touch.

Fuck. It’s suddenly too hot.

Feeling daring, you catch Robin’s bottom lip with your teeth, giving it a harsh tug. Robin winces but growls pleasingly at the sensation. She retaliates by slinking a hand in your hair and harshly tugs, pulling your head back and forcing you to bare your throat. You feel a spark of desire ignite through your whole body at slight pain and let out a wretched moan.

“What’s got my pretty girl so feisty tonight?” She asks in a cool voice. She places open mouthed wet kisses all along the base of your throat.

“Robin…” You’re breathless and whiny. Robin takes pity on you and lets go of the vice grip she has on your roots. You stare at her. Her eyes are cloudy with desire and you know you must give off the same look.

“What do you want, baby?” Robin’s voice is coarse and low.

You want to make Robin feel good. You want to reward her for all the hard work she put herself through over these past few months. You want to let her know how much you appreciate her, and how lucky you are to have a woman like her in your life.

You whimper and shift against her. “I want to taste you. Please Robin.” You blurt out. You can see Robin’s eyes go a little wide, like she wasn’t expecting you to say that.

“Yea? That’s what you want?”

You nod your head excitedly, and Robin chuckles at your enthusiasm. “I owe you from last time, remember?” You give her a sly wink.

You can see Robin thinking very hard about your request. You pout cutely, and give her some serious puppy dog eyes. She clicks her tongue and relents. Like she could ever say no to you.

“Get on your knees for me then.” Robin commands, you start to move a little too quickly, your eagerness taking over your mind and body. Robin roughly grabs your chin to stop you. “Slowly.” She says in an almost dangerous timbre. Your cunt throbs at her tone of voice. It lacks the usual tenderness you get all the time from Robin, replaced by something more sharp and assertive. This dominant side of your girlfriend is nothing new to you. You know exactly what to do when she wants to play this game, and you are more than happy to oblige her, especially after all that you learned today.

You give her an apologetic look. She lets go of your chin with a flick of her wrist, and you sensually crawl down her body. Slow, just like she wants. She watches you with a ravenous gaze. She brings her thumb between her teeth as your body slides deliciously down hers. You maintain eye contact as you sink to your knees and nestle between Robin’s legs. You can see the darkness in Robin’s eyes grow large. Her pupils are blown wide at the sight of you on your knees for her. You reach for her belt on her jeans but she pushes your hands away. You look up at her curiously.

“Not yet, baby.”

Robin sits up and takes off her jacket and tosses haphazardly. It lands somewhere with a thud. You don’t even know. You continue watching her through a hazy lens of desire. Robin leans forward and cups your face with a hand. Her thumb lazily caresses your heated cheeks. You smile and hum happily for her, a reassuring noise to Robin that lets her know that you’re okay. She beams lovingly down at you.

“Such a sweet thing.” She traces two fingers down your forehead to the bridge of your nose. You let out a light, little laugh at the tickling feeling. She pauses at your lips. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”

You obediently part your lips and eagerly take Robin’s fingers in your mouth. You maintain eye contact with Robin as she slowly slides her fingers over your tongue to the second knuckle. Robin watches you through hooded eyes. You ball your fist in the hem of your dress, knuckles turning white trying to be patient. Robin presses down against your tongue just slightly but it causes your head to jerk back out of instinct. She laughs darkly. You fight the urge to bite her and wipe that dumb grin off her face.

“Go on then pretty girl. Give me a show.” She presses a tiny bit further in your mouth.

You close your lips tightly around her fingers and suck. You slowly move your head up and down the length of Robin’s fingers and you watch as she bites her lip absently. Robin pumps her fingers in tandem with your movements. The pressure of Robin’s fingers sliding against your tongue makes you moan around her. Robin shivers at the sensation. Even though you’re still fully clothed, you feel extremely exposed, not to mention small. You love this feeling, you decide. So much so, that you start rocking your hips into nothing. You let out a symphony of obscene moans as Robin’s fingers work your mouth.

The sucking noises combined with your whiny, needy mewls only spur Robin on. “You like getting your mouth fucked like this?” She says in a cracked voice. Her deep blue eyes have been replaced by her blown pupils and an almost animalistic veil cloaks her features. You clench your thighs together at Robin’s arrogant tone. You can feel arousal start to pool in your underwear. You don’t reply to her verbally. You only speed up your efforts hoping that satisfies her for an answer. Robin is pleased it seems, judging by her wicked grin. You’re making a mess of yourself, and Robin loves it. Your saliva has coated Robin’s rings and you feel more of it drip down your chin.

You try to hold down a gag after a particular hard thrust but it chokes out of you anyway. Robin gently cups your face signaling for you to stop. You open your mouth and Robin slips out her fingers. A string of spit follows, attached to your lower lip. It breaks and sticks to your dress. You try to be disgusted with yourself, but it turns out it doesn’t faze you, and it only turns Robin on even more. You look up at Robin with shimmering, needy, eyes. Your lips are puffy and trembling.

Robin wipes her hand on top of her jeans. She leans forward again, this time, to tilt your chin up and kiss you. A kiss so sloppy and hot you feel it scald. She groans in your mouth and you are reduced to a puddle under her.

Robin breaks the kiss and kicks her red converse off, careful not to accidentally hit you in the process. She settles back into the couch.

“Go ahead, pretty girl.” She says breathless. Her voice comes out a little shaky.

You need no further instruction. Your hands come up to her knees and you slowly glide them up, massaging her thighs along the way. Robin is already bucking her hips up in anticipation. You finally reach that damn belt of hers and hurriedly unbuckle it with careful precision. Robin is watching your hands attentively as you work on the button and zipper. She’s quiet, for once, and at first you’re a little concerned, but she’s already lifting her up her hips for you expectantly. You smile to yourself.

Your fingers dip into the waistband of her underwear, and you pull down her jeans and underwear in a flourish. You free both articles of clothing from her long legs and toss them behind you. Robin scoots down the couch a little lower, her bottom half almost hanging off the edge of the couch and invitingly spreads wider for you. You can see her glistening slick sticking to her inner thighs and some of it is coating her dark, fine hairs. The sight and smell of her shatters you completely.

“Baby, please.” You hear her say, barely louder than a whisper. Robin blushes a deep crimson. Normally, Robin isn’t one to beg for anything from you. You’re usually the one doing that. You want to make a quip, but think better of it. You figure that you teased Robin enough. You don’t want to be that mean. At least not tonight.

You waste no more time. You start leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along the inside of her thighs, getting closer to her to center after each one. You can hear Robin whimper above you as you get closer to where she needs you the most. You place a feather light kiss directly on her clit and her whole body twitches at the touch. She’s so hot and wet.

You adjust your kneeling position one last time before indulging. You flatten your tongue, and burrow yourself deep into Robin’s folds and god she taste so fucking good.

Robin bucks her hips almost violently at your first lick and her hand immediately grabs fistfuls of your hair. She pushes you in deeper, and you let her. You can’t help but be pliant under her touch, addicted to the way she controls you. You groan against her when her taste engulfs your senses entirely.

You want to go feral on her cunt. You want to see how fast you can make her cum. It takes every fiber of your being to control yourself and push those urges away. Your girlfriend deserves to have her pussy eaten slow, lovingly, and for however long she wants in whatever way she wants.

You continue your slow strokes, gliding up and down Robin’s cunt, greedily lapping up her wetness in the process. You lick from her entrance all the way up to clit and back down. Repeating the motions over and over. You moan against her, and the vibrations send a heavenly shiver throughout Robin’s body.

“Fuck. Feels s’good.” Robin sighs in pleasure and her head falls backward against the couch cushion. You stare up at her through your eyelashes as your mouth continues to worship her. She’s looking up toward the ceiling with her eyes closed, her free arm resting behind her head and her mouth slightly agape. She has a pure, blissed out expression on her face. You are enamored with the sight of her being so relaxed. Something about Robin reclining back and enjoying herself so leisurely while you’re on your knees eating her out sends some kind of unknown feeling to your brain, and it’s definitely not a bad feeling either.

You can feel her hand tug tighter in your hair, and she’s guiding you a little higher. When your tongue makes contact with her clit, she keeps your head there. You don’t need to be told what she wants. You bring your tongue to a point and circle the spot with just the right amount of pressure you know Robin likes. A wave ripples throughout Robin’s body and her arm comes from behind her head to yours. She’s got both of her hands clutched on either side of your head. Securely locking you in place. Her chest starts to rise and fall faster. It’s a beautiful display.

Robin whines and starts to slowly roll her hips in time with your tongue. “Right there pretty girl. Right there.” She strains to talk clearly and her voice cracks. Your own cunt is begging for any kind of relief. Each roll of Robin’s hips on your face sends an almost painful throb straight to your core.

You alternate techniques, switching between sharp tight circles to long, broad strokes. Occasionally closing your lips around Robin’s clit to suck. You’re eating Robin’s pussy with purpose now. It’s hard to be slow when Robin is grinding against your mouth. You whine harshly against a mouthful of pussy as your own desperation rocks you again. Robin dares to look down, and she’s met with your hungry and needy eyes.

“You’re doing so well babe.” Robin coos. The fire burning in your lower belly only grows at her praising. All you can do is let her fuck your mouth while your tongue tries to keep up with her erratic thrusting. Her breathing is coming out in short, shallow breaths and she’s clutching your head tighter. You hum excitedly below her, knowing she’s getting close.

You tap her thigh, signaling to her. Robin lets go of your head and you pull back gasping.

“Fuck my face Robin.” You cry out, you don’t even recognize your own voice. “Please can you-”

You don’t even get to finish what you were about to say. Robin grabs the back of your head again and forcefully shoves your face back into her cunt. You let out an embarrassing salacious moan at being manhandled.

“What my pretty girl wants, she gets.” Robin says with a growl.

She clutches your skull with both hands again and you lay your tongue flat against her swollen clit, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

Robin mercilessly thrusts her hips into you, grinding herself at a furious pace against your mouth. You can only take short breaths through your nose in between her thrusts. Fuck. You can barely breathe, but you couldn’t care less. The way Robin is abusing your face and tongue makes your cunt quiver once again. You know for a fact you are soaked through your panties. You can feel it every time you shift.

“Touch yourself.” Robin grunts, as if reading your mind. “Want…want you to cum too.” Oh thank god.

While Robin continues her ruthless bucking, your hand flies under your skirt and quickly dips inside your panties. You’ve never been so wet in your life. You don’t know whether to be impressed or embarrassed. You don’t give yourself time to decide. You hurriedly find your clit and frantically start getting yourself off. You want to catch up to Robin’s own imminent orgasm.

Robin’s high pitched moaning and the wet sounds of your face being fucked is a cacophony of the most unholiest music, and your empty house amplify each note.

Your jaw is starting to ache, but you don’t dare try and pull away. You wanted Robin to use you like a toy and that’s exactly what you intend to stay as.

Robin’s eyes have screwed tightly shut and her eyebrows knit together in concentration. You know this face all too well. You furiously rub small tight circles against your clit.

“Shit….” Robin whispers low and broken. Her fingers grip your hair and her hands shake with how tightly she’s pulling. You wince at the intense pain but it only fuels the fire of your growing orgasm. “Gonna cum. Gonna fucki-” Robin’s eyes roll in the back of her head and arches her back as an intense orgasm takes over her body, and god, is it a spectacle. She unleashes a guttural moan as her hips convulse in a broken rhythm against you. You relax your tongue, letting her ride out her climax, and without warning, your own orgasm catches up to you. It takes you by surprise and you find yourself cumming against your fingers. A deep groan falls from your lips and the vibrations make Robin twitch away from you.

The both of you ride out the last waves of your orgasm together until Robin can’t take any more stimulation. She relaxes and frees your head from her clutches. You swiftly sit up straight and take deep breaths, trying to fill your lungs back with air. A cold breeze hits your chin and nose, letting you know that your face is drenched in a mixture of Robin’s arousal and your own spit. You groan as you slip your cum covered fingers out from under you and wipe them against your dress. Fuck it. You never really liked this dress anyway. You lift the hem of your dress up and wipe your face dry. You feel so dirty, and you kinda love it. In your post orgasm stupor, you look at Robin, who’s fallen on her side and nestled into the couch, lazily watching you, looking completely fucked out. You look away from her, embarrassed that she just witnessed you clean cum and spit off yourself.

“Mmm. Y’look s’pretty.” She says dopey and slurred. You snort and shake your head.

“You good there, Buckley?” You ask sarcastically.

She gives you a shaky thumbs up as an answer and you laugh. You can see Robin’s usual goofiness start to creep its way back into her features.

“Can uh. Can you get my clothes pretty girl? I don’t think I can move.” She confesses. You quirk an eyebrow questionably.

“Really? After what I just did for you?” You ask teasingly. Regardless, you get up on shaky legs and start gathering her discarded clothes in your arms.

“Mmm, and I loved it baby believe me, but I kinda did most of the work.” She says jokingly, but then immediately regrets it.

You’re standing at the edge of the couch, looming over her. Her clothes raised high above your head. Now Robin is the one to visibly gulp.

“I love you?” She says nervously.

You slam the bundle of clothes right on top of her with all your might.

—

A few minutes later. The two of you are sitting on the couch, Robin’s arm draped over your shoulder. You’ll never be able to look at this couch the same way for a while.

“It’s still early. Did you still wanna go out?” Robin’s scratchy voice breaks you out of your thoughts. She sounds hopeful. You hum happily and nestle into her arm.

“Sure. I definitely need to change first though.” You look down at your stained dress and grimace. Robin follows your eyes and nods her head.

“Right.” She says. “Your dress kinda reminds me of pistachio ice cream, and I mean that in a good way. Minty. Did you want to get ice cream? I know of a decent place. Obviously it won’t be as great as Scoops because it’s not made by yours truly, but I hear good things about it and it’s not that far-”

You listen to Robin ramble, and you fall into the warm familiarness of it. As much as you love the Robin from earlier, this is the Robin you fell in love with, and you wouldn’t change a damn thing about her.

You don’t have the heart to tell her that you’re actually beat, and you know how much she just wants to drive you somewhere, anywhere.

“Sure, ice cream sounds great.” You say happily.

Robin pumps her fist victoriously and you giggle at her reaction. You suddenly can’t decide if she was more excited about driving you somewhere or getting ice cream.

“By the way Buckley.” You say suddenly serious.

Robin whips her head to you, expression also turning serious at your tone.

“If you ever compare my articles of clothing to types of food again, you can say goodbye to any future driving dates.” You smirk, letting her know you’re just teasing.

Robin clutches her heart and exaggeratedly falls off the couch. You laugh loudly at her theatrics, clutching your stomach.

You leave her on the floor as she pretends to play dead, still laughing as you make your way up the stairs to change.

You can faintly hear her say “I said pistachio ice cream in a good way!” Just as you enter your room.

#1k #1.5k #Robin Buckley #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley smut #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #jmo writes

[marsinout]

When Alone...

Charles x Max (artist AU)

Summary: Charles, as a artist, is alone when Max goes out to buy some food for him. But what's more is that he was diagnosed with “Syndrome V”, in which he virtually lost all of his memories of his closed ones when the latter disappears in his sight. On the other hand, this symptom is temporally, if he can see his closed ones again.

Note: The entire fic is from Charles' POV.

Alone.

I'm alone. In this house.

But that's the best I remember.

Holding upon on my notebook, I can only feel the fuzziness of my head.

“Someone... visited my house before?”

That's what I interpreted at best. Everything before that... Who are my friends? Why I have photos them? Why are they close to me?

Unanswered.

But somehow, I am barely able to “imagine” one man that I don't clearly see his face.

So my hands get into action. His face shows that he's Dutch, so this is a good tip for me to sketch him. I got them every detail done not long after. From his fluffy hair to his magnificient lips, they're the symbol of “imaginary man”.

Now what?

Oh, forgot about his name.

Tom? John? Patrick? None of these names ring a bell. But while I was thinking about “who” he is, my eyes can't stop staring him.

Maybe he have feelings with me?

That still doesn't matter. I am still alone, and what I've drawn is not true. While someone is telling me that he exists. My mind starts fighting itself, the dilemma is closing in towards me, it is no longer unbearable-

Doorbell? Who's on the outside?

Curiousity seeps in. Is this an answer to my troubles? Nevertheless, I open the door...

...and yes, that's the answer.

Max, with his hands holding snacks, and his smile is something that this isn't normal.

“I'm back!” said Max. But I can't respond to him. Taking some time for the realisation to kick in, the river of tears formed from my eyes.

It was not long ago until my arms cuddled Max's shoulders.

I'm not alone, because I'm not crazy.

#formula 1 #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 fanfiction #marsinwrites #charles leclerc #max verstappen #max x charles #lestappen #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 fic #formula one #formula 1 fanfiction #f1 au

[mintmatcha]

baby daddy touya is such a hypocrite omg ?

“strange men around my daughter” U DO STRANGE JOBS FOR MONEY SIR. i’ll want to slap him so hard

"You're really going out with him again?"

Touya stands in the doorway to your bedroom, hands on his hips.

"We aren't doing this again," you say as you fasten your earring unto place, completely your date night attire. Touya is man enough to admit that he's jealous to see you like this, dolled up for someone that isn't him, excited for a night without him or your daughter. "He's a good guy and he's taking me to a nice place, so I don't see a reason not to go. You are not going to stop me."

Touya wants to launch into his usual speech about how you don't care about him or the family, but he knows it's a lost cause at this point. You're going on that goddamn date, hell or high water.

But hopefully, he can stop any after date shenanigans.

"He better not be staying the night."

"Touya! I-I am an adult woman," you stammer over yourself, "It's not any of your business if I decide to have a guest sleep on the couch-"

"Oh, fuck off," Touya groans, "Sleep on the couch, my ass."

"I'm being serious!"

"I slept on the couch last month, remember?" he says, "And then I bought you a pregnancy test two weeks later."

"Todoroki Touya!"

You slept his arm as hard as you can and he recoils with a sharp intake, air hissing through his teeth. "Motherfucker, don't get mad at me- it was negative! If you could just take birth control correctly, we-"

The doorbell rings. You take a step back, flustered, and grab for you coat. Touya is still blocking the doorway with his body, that gleam in his eye melting into something more genuine and sad.

"He's here, I gotta go," you slip your arms through the sleeves of your jacket, "I'll be back before the last train."

"Without the guy, right?"

You sigh, slipping under his arm into the hall. "Touya, can you just let him in for me while I say goodbye to Rei?"

You both begrudgingly part, you towards the back of the apartment, Touya towards the front. There's feelings there, Touya knows that. This is just some feeble attempt to distance yourself from him.

It's hard to be in love with him-- he knows that. He knows it's hard to trust him when there's been so many failures in the past, to hold someone who's so focused on self destruction that they might bring you down with them one day.

But, fuck, it stings to see the consequences of his mistakes.

"You know, I don't like the idea of some stranger in my mama's house-" Touya shouts over his shoulder back to you as he flings open the door, not even giving the man in question the dignity of looking him in the eyes.

"Aw, don't be like that," a eerily familiar voice says. Touya slowly turns back around to face him, eyes narrowed in disgusted recognition. The blonde has his hands tucked into the pockets of his signature bomber jacket with a smug little smirk. "I'm not really a stranger, am I, Dabi?"

Keigo Takami, a ghost from a life he tried to leave behind, stands at your door with an awfully placid expression.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Hawks?" Touya steps into him, chest to chest, face to face, voice too low to carry into the home, "I should fucking kill you for even-"

"Calm down, calm down!" Keigo -Hawks to people in the know- laughs, patting Touya's chest with a saccharine affection, "I'm just here to give you a friendly reminder."

"Really? A reminder?" he scoffs, "Like I could forget your ugly ass."

Keigo sobers immediately, eyes flat and affectation-less. Touya can hear your heels against the hardwood as you approach, clearly unaware for the scene awaiting you. "A reminder that we know what's important to you and where they live.

Three dates. You went on three dates with this 'good guy'-

-completely unaware he's the danger you've been trying to avoid.

[bitchinbarzal]

Hi Luna!! Can you please do, 24. "i'm not yours to call babe!" With Owen Power

When Owen had persisted on getting a ring doorbell you called him delusional.

“Why would we need a ring doorbell? So you can say hi to Thomas when he comes in from class?”

He rolled his eyes “Obviously not, it’s so I can say bye to Kent when he leaves for class”

You lost the fight within the house and got the doorbell.

It was an out vote with you being the only no and Owen, Kent, Thomas and Truss being yes.

You were home alone on a Saturday, the boys at a party while you opted to stay in and finish your essay.

You heard a car door shut before someone began shouting your name outside. Puzzled, you walked to the window to see who it was.

There on the grass stood a guy from your economics class, Logan. He had constantly asked you out and didn’t enjoy being told you had a boyfriend.

You opened the window “Logan what are you doing here?”

“I am going to be with you, I don’t care about Owen!” The guy was clearly very drunk.

You closed the window and headed downstairs, reappearing at the front door “Logan, go home”

He waltzed towards you “C’mon babe!”

“I am not yours to call babe! Stop it!” You scolded, attempting to walk back into the house.

At the party, Owen had gotten a notification someone was outside the house and when he saw Logan on the camera feed he dropped his cup and headed home.

“Hey asshole, hands off my girlfriend!” Owen shouted down the street, rushing over the grass and grabbing the boy by his collar, yanking him back.

The two of them got into a scuffle before your other roommates appeared and said they would deal with it. Owen pushed you into the house, taking you up to your bedroom

“O, I didn’t-“

He hushed you “Shh, baby don’t say anything it’s okay just breathe”

“He was so-“ “it’s okay, I’m here now he can’t hurt you”

#lulu’s thousand celly

[geekfanficwriter]

Close to Me- Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have a massive crush on the most popular girl in school so what happens when you she asks you to tutor her in English Words: 4.3k Warnings: Homophobia, use of the word dyke, physical assault, blood, Jason being an asshole, reader is explicitly stated as lesbian, Chrissy is bi, possible biphobia

Author’s Note: I have such a crush on Grace Van Dien that I had to write this. I know it’s in the warnings but this fic does include a large amount of homophobia so please use caution when reading this!

‘Stop staring, you look like a creep.’ Robin, your best friend, told you. ‘I’m not staring, who would I even be staring at.’ You stuttered, looking down at your notebook in front of you. ‘Chrissy. Like you always are because you have a big crush on her.’ ‘Jesus, Robin. Could you say that a little bit louder? I don’t think she heard you.’ You whispered back. ‘Sorry, it just upsets me seeing my best friend pine over a girl she’ll never date.’ ‘Really? How are things with Vickie?’ You shot back. ‘That’s different.’ ‘You’re right. It is different. Vickie knows who you are and clearly likes you back. Whereas I have a crush on the most popular girl in school who doesn’t even know I exist, let alone my name. And she’s dating the most popular guy in school who would beat the shit out of me if he knew I was a lesbian, especially one who liked his girlfriend.’ ‘Okay fine, your situation sucks.’ ‘Exactly.’ At that moment, the bell rang. You grabbed your notebook, going to leave when you felt a hand tap your shoulder. ‘Oh, Chrissy, hi.’ You said turning around and seeing the blonde girl standing there. ‘Hi, you’re Y/N, right?’ ‘Umm, yeah I am, why what’s up?’ ‘You’re in my English class, right? Well, I just can’t understand the book we’re doing and someone said you’re really good in English so I was wondering if you would tutor me?’ ‘Tutor you? Umm… yeah, sure.’ Was this actually happening? Was your crush asking you to tutor her? Spend time alone with her? ‘Great. Here’s my number. Call me and we can arrange when to meet?’ She said grabbing your arm and scribbling a number on your wrist. ‘Yeah, I’ll do that.’ You said as she practically bounced away with a smile on her face. ‘Did that just happen?’ You turned to Robin staring at your arm. ‘Are you the colour of a tomato because your crush just spoke to you? Yeah.’ ‘I am not.’ You said feeling your cheeks. ‘God, I can’t tutor her. I’ll be alone with her and I’ll make a fool of myself.’ ‘Y/N, calm down.’ Robin said putting her hands on your shoulders. ‘You can. It’s just tutoring and you know Twelfth Night inside out. And maybe she’ll see how cool you are and develop a crush on you.’ ‘And then maybe a unicorn will fly in and take us to a land made of candy.’ You replied sarcastically. ‘Okay, I deserved that. But maybe you guys can become friends.’ ‘Yeah, maybe.’

You ran downstairs when you heard the doorbell ring. You opened the door and saw Chrissy standing there with her bag. ‘Oh, hey. Come on in.’ You said moving out the way. You had called her once you got home after pacing for about half an hour. You guys had agreed to meet the next day after she’d finished cheer practice which apparently was now. ‘We can sit in my room, we won’t be bothered there.’ ‘Okay, that sounds great.’ She said, cheerily, a smile on her face. How was she always so upbeat and happy? ‘Do you want anything to eat and drink before we head upstairs?’ ‘No, I’m fine. Oh, I’m meeting Jason at 8 so I need to leave at 7:30.’ ‘Yeah, that’s fine 5:00 now.’ You said looking at the clock. ‘So that’s plenty of time.’ ‘Great.’ She smiled. You indicated for her to head upstairs, following behind her. Which you soon realised was a terrible idea because you could practically see up her short cheerleading skirt. You kept your eyes glued to the ground, not wanting her to catch you staring and become known not only as a lesbian but the lesbian who stared at girls' asses. ‘My rooms through here.’ You said walking down the corridor and opening the door. ‘Sit wherever you want.’ She went and sat down at your desk and you followed her in, sitting down on the bed. ‘So what don’t you understand about Twelfth Night?’ You asked grabbing your copy and opening it up. ‘Everything, the language is so confusing and I don’t understand the plot like at all.’ ‘Right well as far as the language goes don’t feel bad that you don’t understand, Shakespeare wrote in Early Modern English which is very different from Modern English but if you look in your book-‘ You stopped noticing she didn’t have her book out. ‘Oh, sorry, let me grab it.’ She said digging in her bag. ‘God, I forgot it at school, it’s still in my locker.’ ‘That’s okay. You can share mine.’ You said scooting over on the bed. She came and sat next to you, looking at your open book. ‘Right so you see here. These words on the right are explaining the words in modern English so you can understand them. And then these footnotes down here explain full sentences or things like references a modern reader wouldn’t understand.’ You explained. You hoped she didn’t notice the nervousness in your voice. She was so close that you could smell her perfume. You had expected her to wear a sweet or a flowery perfume but instead, her perfume was a more musky unisex scent. And you absolutely loved it. ‘Wow, that makes it so much easier to understand, but I still don’t get the plot.’ ‘Okay so basically it’s a story of hidden identity and love. Viola disguises herself as Cesario in order to get a place in Duke Orsino’s court but ends up falling in love with him in the process. She can’t admit those feelings because she is disguised as a man. As well as that Lady Olivia also falls in love with Cesario, not realising that she’s a woman. But everything works out in the end, as Viola reveals her identity and her and Orsino get married, while Olivia marries Viola’s twin brother Sebastian.’ ‘Okay so that makes so much more sense but I feel like Olivia kind of got the short of end the stick?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Well, I mean she falls in love with someone then gets stuck marrying her brother instead. I mean that sucks.’ ‘Well, they can’t have her marry a woman.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Well, first of all, Elizabethan censorship laws wouldn’t have allowed that. Second of all, it’s wrong.’ You mumbled the last part. Of course, you didn’t actually think that being gay was wrong but you couldn’t say that to her because if you support gays, you may as well be one. Which you were but the only person who knew that was Robin. ‘No, it’s not.’ She said sitting up. ‘You don’t think being gay is wrong?’ You asked genuinely shocked that she would say that. ‘No of course not. I mean we can’t help who we fall for.’ ‘I didn’t know you thought that.’ You looked down at your hands fiddling with them. This wasn’t a confession that she liked girls, just that she didn’t think it was disgusting and that certainly didn’t mean if you told her you were a lesbian she wouldn’t be disgusted that you were close to her. So, why despite all that were there butterflies in your stomach? ‘So anyway, can you explain some more things I need to know about the play?’ ‘Oh, right, Shakespeare, of course.’ You said grabbing your book.

‘Oh my god, I didn’t realise the time.’ She said looking at your alarm clock. You looked over at the clock and saw it was 7:45. ‘Sorry, I should’ve noticed.’ You said standing up off the bed. ‘No, it’s not your fault. You’ve actually been really helpful.’ She said also standing up, shoving her notebooks and pens back into her bag. ‘It’s alright. If you need any more help with anything, let me know.’ ‘Yeah, I definitely will.’ She said walking out of your room. You followed her, going to show her out when she spun around. You took a step back realising how close the two of you were. ‘You’re different than I thought you’d be.’ ‘You’ve thought about me?’ You said without thinking. ‘I mean, what I’d be like.’ ‘Yeah I thought you’d just be smart but you’re actually really cool.’ You felt yourself blush and you’re stomach did flips but you kept calm. She was just being friendly. ‘Well, you’re a lot nicer than I’d thought you would be.’ You said looking down at your hands. ‘Not that I didn’t think you were going to be nice. I thought you’d be nice obviously but you’re even nicer, like super nice, like-‘ You were cut off when you felt her lips pressed against yours. You stood still for a moment before you processed what happened and started kissing her back. Her lips were soft and tastes like strawberry lip balm. You were pretty sure you have died and gone to heaven because that’s the only logical reason this was happening. She pulled away and smiled for a second before the smile fell off her face. ‘I shouldn’t have done that.’ She said running out of your room and down the stairs. ‘Chrissy, wait!’ You yelled, running after her but she was out the door before you reached the top of the stairs. ‘Shit.’ You said, placing your head in your hands.

‘Robin, I am so fucked.’ You said running up to your best friend when you arrive at school the next day. ‘Why, what happened?’ ‘Not here.’ You said dragging her into a nearby bathroom and checking it was empty before turning to face her. ‘So, you know how I was tutoring Chrissy yesterday?’ ‘Yes. I don’t think I could forget considering, I thought you were going to pop a blood vessel from panicking yesterday.’ ‘Right, well everything was fine, you know, completely normal but then as she was leaving, she kissed me.’ ‘What? Oh my god, I’m so happy for you. Wait why are you so freaked out then?’ ‘Because afterwards she said and I quote, I shouldn’t have done that and ran out my house. God, she’s probably told everyone about how I’m a massive dyke who sexually assaulted her.’ You said leaning against the wall and running your hands through your hair. ‘But you said, she kissed you?’ ‘Yeah, but no one’s going to believe that.’ ‘Why would she even tell anyone?’ ‘I don’t know, Robin. I’m freaking out here! I mean like change my name and move to another country freaking out.’ You sank down to the bathroom floor, not caring about all the gross shit that was now on your jeans ‘Okay, calm down. She probably hasn’t told anyone. I don’t know her but she doesn’t seem like the type of person to do that. So just stop panicking and go and talk to her.’ Robin said crouching in front of you. ‘Absolutely not. I can’t talk to her. That is the worst thing I could do. Can’t I just curl up in a ball and die?’ ‘Nope, sorry but I need my best friend.’ She said standing up and reaching her hand out to pull you up. You took her hand and stood up, brushing off your trousers. ‘Now, come on let’s go, otherwise, we’re going to be late for class.’ ‘Fine. Urgh, my jeans are so gross now.’ You said wiping your jeans as you headed to the bathroom door. As you went to open the door, it flew open revealing the one person you didn’t want to see, Chrissy Cunningham. ‘Oh, hi.’ She said, looking shocked to see you. Although you knew you also looked like a deer in the headlights. ‘Hi.’ You responded by moving out the way to let her in before going to run as far away as you could. ‘Y/N.’ She said causing you to face her. ‘Can we talk please?’ ‘Oh, umm… yeah, sure. Robin, could we have a minute?’ ‘Okay, I’ll see you at class later.’ Robin said walking out of the bathroom. You and Chrissy stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity before she spoke. ‘So about last night-‘ She started but you cut her off. ‘I’m so sorry about that. Look please don’t tell anyone, I know I shouldn’t have done that but it just happened. I just should’ve left you alone and I’m so sorry. Just, please don’t tell anyone.’ You begged her, hoping she hadn’t already told Jason on their date last night. ‘I’m not going to tell anyone and I kissed you so you didn’t do anything wrong.’ You relaxed slightly at her words. At least she didn’t tell anyone. ‘How did you know that you liked girls? Sorry, I don’t even know if you do like girls, that was presumptuous of me.’ She said fiddling with her manicured nails. She seemed nervous but that wasn’t possible, there was no way you made The Chrissy Cunningham nervous. ‘No, I do.’ Aside from Robin, this was the first person you’d admitted that to. ‘I just knew. All the other girls had crushes on Ken and I was more interested in Barbie.’ You explained, shrugging as if you hadn’t just revealed your biggest secret. ‘What if you like both Ken and Barbie?’ She asked, looking up at you with tears in her eyes. ‘Well, there are people out there that like both. It’s nothing weird.’ You said, taking a step closer to her. ‘It’ll be alright.’ You wanted to reach out to her as you saw her cry but didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. ‘I’m just so confused.’ She said barrelling into and sobbing into your chest. You nearly fell back, not expecting such as small girl to be so strong but you steadied yourself wrapping your arms around her. ‘I’ve loved Jason for so long but then yesterday all I could think about was you and your body and how soft your skin looked and how kissable your lips were and I shouldn’t have thought like that for another woman.’ She sobbed into your chest. You obviously felt pain that she was going through such a difficult time but her words still made your heart skip a beat. ‘And it wasn’t just yesterday. I’ve thought about you before, I see you all the time and all I can think about when I look at you is how pretty you are.’ Chrissy continued. She had noticed you before? When? You felt like you were always staring at her so when had she seen you? ‘It’s okay.’ You said stroking her hair, trying not to mess up her perfect ponytail. ‘It’s hard, believe me, I know.’ ‘But at least you know you like girls. I’m a freak who can’t decide between girls and boys.’ She had stopped crying now and was just letting out small sniffles. ‘Chrissy, look at me.’ You said taking her chin in your hand and turning her head to look at you. ‘You are not a freak. You’re the opposite of a freak. You’re completely perfect the way you are. And there is nothing wrong with liking girls and boys.’ Before you knew what was happening, Chrissy's lips were on yours, pushing you so you were pressed up against the bathroom sinks. You kissed back as fiercely as she was, your hands landing on her hips, pulling her closer so she was between your legs. ‘I’m sorry.’ She said when she pulled away. Despite her apology, she didn’t move away from you, arms still wrapped around your neck in an embrace. ‘Don’t apologise.’ You said keeping your grip on her hips. ‘I like you, Y/N. But I’m still so confused.’ She admitted her head resting on your shoulder. ‘Well it’s a lot to process and I’m not going to pressure you to make a decision.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah, take all the time you need. I’ll be waiting.’ ‘You’re so sweet.’ She said giving you a small kiss before pulling away and grabbing her bag. ‘Oh my god, I got your shirt all wet.’ She said looking down at the big wet patch that was now on the front of your shirt. ‘It’s fine, It’ll dry out.’ ‘I have a spare one in my bag, give me a sec.’ She dug around in her back for a second before pulling out a Hawkins High t-shirt. ‘Thanks.’ You said as she handed it over to you. ‘It’s alright. I’ll see you around.’ She walked out of the bathroom and once she left you pulled off your wet shirt, putting on the one that she gave you. You pulled the material up to your nose; it smelt like her.

You were standing in the parking lot leaning on your car as you flipped through your book. Robin had band practice after school today and you had promised to pick her up. You had sat in the school library until the practice was nearly over and now you were just waiting for her to hurry up and get out. You didn’t mind waiting but you hadn’t had a chance to talk to her about what happened and you were dying to tell her. ‘What the fuck did you do?’ You heard as you felt a hand grab the fabric of your, well Chrissy’s, shirt. The hand pulled you up from your car causing the book to fall out of your hand. You looked up to see who was holding you and saw Jason fucking Carver, looking at you like he was ready to kill you. ‘What the hell?’ You yelled trying to get out of his grip but it was far too strong. ‘You fucking dyke bitch. I don’t know what the hell you did to my girlfriend but she spends one day with you and she breaks up with me.’ ‘I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.’ You tried to not react to his words. Had Chrissy really dumped him? ‘Don’t play dumb. Everyone knows you’re a massive dyke so tell me what did you do to my girlfriend?’ ‘I didn’t do anything. Maybe she broke up with you cause you a fucking asshole.’ Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because you felt his fist collide with your nose, letting out a sickening crack as it did. He let go of your shirt and you fell to the ground, clutching your nose in pain. Fuck, it was definitely broken. ‘You’re lucky you’re a girl otherwise I would do so much worse to you.’ Jason spoke crouching down next to you. ‘And I will if you don’t stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.’ He stood up walking away from you. You didn’t get up off the ground, sitting there clutching your nose as blood dripped from it, ruining the shirt Chrissy gave you. ‘Shit, Y/N are you alright?’ You heard Robin say running over to where you were crouched. ‘What happened?’ ‘Jason fucking Carver happened. Apparently, Chrissy broke up with him so he’s accusing me of using my lesbian witchcraft to seduce her.’ You said, looking up at your best friend. ‘Shit, is there anything I can do?’ ‘Can you go to the office and get them to call my mom. I can’t drive in this state.’ She nodded and stood up, going to walk inside. ‘And Robin-‘ You called after her. ‘Tell her I walked into a wall or something.’ She nodded again, rushing inside. You stood up off the ground, lifting your shirt up to wipe the blood from your nose. It was already stained so a bit extra wouldn’t matter. You winced in pain at the action. You looked down at the ground for your book and saw it had landed in a puddle, which if that hadn’t damaged it, the drops of blood definitely had. You sighed picking it up as it dripped. You walked over to a nearby bin and chucked it in. Looks like you no longer had a copy of your favourite book.

You lay in bed with your back to the door. Your mom had picked you up and driven you straight to the hospital. She didn’t buy your cover story about walking into a wall but didn’t push you any further about what happened. The hospital confirmed your nose was broken and had bandaged you up before sending you home with some painkillers. Robin had sat by your side the entire time, being an amazing best friend. She had offered to stay with you for the night but you declined, wanting to be alone so your mom dropped her at home. Now you were in bed, staring at the wall. The painkillers made you drowsy but you still couldn’t sleep your mind racing. You heard a knock on your bedroom door and you sighed. ‘Mom, I told you I’m not hungry.’ You said not bothering to turn around. ‘Actually, it’s me. Although your mom did ask me to bring this up.’ You turned around in bed so quick that you nearly gave yourself whiplash and saw Chrissy was standing in your doorway, holding a tray of food. Your eyes widened. You didn’t want her to see you like this. You were in an old t-shirt that was full of holes, your hair was soaking wet from the shower you had taken when you got home and your face was all swollen and gross. ‘Can I come in?’ Chrissy asked, awkwardly. ‘Yeah, yeah, totally.’ She walked into your room, placed the tray on your bedside table and sat next to you on the bed. You scooted over, letting her have a bit more space. ‘I’m so sorry, Jason told me what he did. You didn’t deserve that.’ ‘It’s okay. You don’t need to apologise.’ You reached over and grabbed the glass of water that was on the tray, taking a big drink before placing it back. ‘It is my fault. I didn’t tell Jason what happened, I swear. I just told him that I needed to figure some stuff out. I don’t know how he knew.’ ‘It’s not your fault, Chris. The only person to blame is Jason.’ You reached your hand out, placing it on hers before realising that was probably a bad idea. You went to pull your hand away but she intertwined her fingers with yours. ‘When he came over and told me what he did, I was so angry. He was all smug and told me that I could “get over this weird phase”. I told him to go screw himself.’ ‘I can’t imagine you being angry at anyone.’ You laughed. It was true, Chrissy was such a ball of sunshine. That’s why you liked her so much. ‘Well, he hurt you, of course, I was angry.’ She took the hand that wasn’t holding yours and started fiddling with your fingers. ‘Oh, I got you something.’ She jumped off the bed and dug through her bag, producing a small wrapped present. She handed it over to you and you unwrapped it, revealing a new copy of your book that had been damaged. ‘How did you know?’ ‘I called Robin to see how you were and she mentioned that your book got damaged so I sped to the bookstore to try and find a copy. They were closing up as I got there but I begged them to let me in. Oh my god, you’re crying. I’ve done something wrong.’ ‘No, no, you’ve done nothing wrong.’ You said wiping the tears from your eyes. You hadn’t even realised you’d been crying. ‘I’ve just never had someone do something so sweet for me. Thank you.’ ‘Oh, well you’re welcome.’ She said scooting closer to you. Her hand reached up, brushing along your cheek. ‘I really am sorry he did this to you.’ ‘I told you it’s not your fault.’ You said sitting up and leaning closer to her. ‘Can I kiss you?’ She nodded and you closed the gap between the two of you, kissing her softly. Your hands found their place on her waist, while she moved her other hand up to your neck, keeping the hand that was on your cheek in place. She moved so she was straddling your hips pressing her lips against your even harder. ‘Ow.’ You pulled back wincing as she squished your nose. ‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry.’ She panicked and you could see the guilt in her eyes. ‘It’s alright, just be gentle for now.’ You said placing a small kiss on her lips. She smiled brightly at you, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her, placing a gentle kiss on her head. ‘And once your nose is healed?’ She said, looking up at you. ‘Can I kiss you properly then?’ ‘If you want to.’ ‘I want to. I’ve never felt this way about a girl before but I know I like you and I want to be with you.’ Your heart swelled at her words. ‘I want to be with you too.’ You blushed. ‘And until your all healed up, I’ll just kiss you here.’ She placed a gentle kiss on your jaw ‘And here.’ Placing another kiss on your neck. ‘And here.’ She kept scattering small kisses all over your neck causing you to laugh and wrap your arms around her. You laughed as she did so and she looked up at you smiling. ‘You have the most beautiful smile.’ You told her brushing her hair away from her face. Her face flushed red and your words and you laughed, leaning in and kissing her on the nose. ‘You’re too sweet.’ She said burying her head in your neck again. She squeezed you tight as the two of you cuddled. Tomorrow you would have to go to school and face whatever happened there but tonight you were content, cuddling the girl of your dreams.

#chrissy cunningham #chrissy stranger things #chrissy x reader #chrissy cunningham x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #grace van dien #grace van dien x reader

[iyanluvshua]

— When the Moonlight Shines.

· A Divorced HuaLian AU.

Main Pair: San Lang/Hua Cheng, Xie Lian

Note: This is my first time writing something like this; please bear with me 🧎

cw: alcohol, swearing

*doorbell rings* @ Xie Lian's estate

Xie Lian opens the door and questions Feng Xin, Mu Qing, and Shi Qingxuan on why they were in front of his apartment. "Why are you here?" Xie Lian asked with a smile on his face. Qingxuan responds, "To drink, obviously! Plus, it's been a long time since we three got together. " The three goes in Xie Lian's apartment and unloaded several bottles of alcohol for them to drink. Xie Lian closes his apartment door and grabs ice from the freezer. He then plays some music through his TV.

After preparing everything needed for their drinking session, Mu Qing pours beer on everyone's cups.

"So... It's been 2 years, Xie Lian. How are you?" Mu Qing asks.

"I'm doing fine! Hehe, that's quite obvious," Xie Lian replies

"Oh please! Your face itself literally says you still haven't move on. It's okay to be honest about how you feel around us, you know?" Feng Xin mutters with a bit of concern in his tone.

"Tell us how you feel," Qingxuan added.

Before replying to his buddies' concerns, he poured himself some beer in a glass and drank it all in one go. "Hm... To be honest, I don't think I've actually let go of him. He asked to divorce, and I agreed. Do you guys really think I moved on already? Hua Cheng isn't someone you can let go of easily. I sincerely loved him. I tell myself that I don't love him anymore but there's a part inside me that says the opposite. After all, we were married for 13 years. I still wonder on how he is. If I were given another chance, I would marry him again. If not given, I'd beg for another life to be able to love him again," Xie Lian quoted. Hua Cheng was a really nice husband to Xie Lian. No one ever knew they were going to separate. Why? Because they loved each other. They were the definition of a perfect marriage. But, there's nothing perfect in this world. People were blinded to see only the perfect things about them. Only some saw clearly that they themselves had problems in their relationship.

Hua Cheng's POV. @ Qi Rong's Estate

"Have you moved on already, my good ol' pal?" Qi Rong spoke. Oh God, why is he bringing this topic everytime we're playing games? Isn't he afraid of being beaten up?

"You have one foul mouth, don't you?"

"Just saying! You never answered the question once ever since your divorce with him. SO PLEASE ANSWER MY QUESTION AT LEAST ONCE, THEN I'LL STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE!!"

"If this will stop your questions about my relationship with you know who, will you really stop?"

"Yeah, you guys were married for quite a long ass time! Way longer than Xuan Ji and that dickhead's relationship HAHAHHAA I was by your side throughout your past relationship and you never vented so I thought I'd ask."

When will he stop making jokes about Xuan Ji and Pei Ming's relationship? Even if it pisses me off at times, it could be funny. I should answer his question about him now so I could finally go home. "I'll start. I admit, I still think about him. Have I moved on already? No, I haven't. He treated me with utmost care. He loved me. Me of all people he can love. Me, the one blinded in one eye. He's the most perfect person I've ever met. In those 13 years, I always wondered if I actually deserve him. Xie Lian is literally perfect. He is too perfect. I am no match for him. If I was given an opportunity, I'd make myself perfect to make myself know that I deserve him. But at the same time, I want him to meet someone who he actually deserves. To put it in a simple way, I still love him. But this time, loving him from a distance. Does this answer all your questions my damn friend?" I explained to Qi Rong. As I finished explaining, he looked utterly ridiculous. Why is he bawling his eyes off all of a sudden? Was my story that sad?

"HUA CHENG, I BEG FOR YOU TO GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT. PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU! YOU'RE MAKING ME CRY. AND I COULD PREDICT THAT YOU'D MAKE FUN OF ME CRYING. SEE YOU SOON. GET OUT!" Qi Rong whined.

Well, he's ridiculous isn't he? I seriously hate hate hate hate hate it when the moon shines brightly. Why? This may sound like an excuse to myself but.. maybe it's because it reminds me of Xie Lian. He became my boyfriend, my fianceé, and my husband with the moon shining brightly above us. We divorced with the moon shining brightly, too. Now, it's been one year since we divorced; and the moon is shining brightly. Does the world really hate me so much to the point that it makes simple things remind me of him? Maybe I meant to have all misfortunes ever since I was born. Xie Lian really was the one and only fortune the world gave me. Why am I thinking about him? Ha..ha.. maybe it's time to really go home.

3rd person POV.

After a year of parting ways, Xie Lian and Hua Cheng never saw nor heard a bit of each other. They both certainly know they could but even when thinking about each other, guilt builds up.

As Xie Lian guides Feng Xin and Qingxuan guides Mu Qing to the elevator, who knew Hua Cheng would be a few floors up waiting for the elevator? After descending to the ground floor, Qingxuan places Mu Qing and Feng Xin in his car. He then waves Xie Lian goodbye. After all those events, Xie Lian walks back to the elevator.

Hua Cheng's POV.

What.. the fuck..? This is one scenario I once imagined of. He's in front of me. But why does it feel like we're galaxies away from each other? Why is he in front of me? Am I dreaming?

"Xie.. Lian..?" I whispered.

"It's you.." he responded.

I went to him with my arms open and hugged him.

"I still love you, Hua Cheng," he sobbed.

"..I still do too," I acknowledged.

He looks and sounds the same as he used to. His long hair down, his pink lips, his chubby cheeks, and his gentle voice. They were all still there. He is still the same. He is the one I fell for. He is my love.

a/n : it's my first time writing a fic 😭 i hope it's decent though... also, i got book 3 while writing this

#hualian #hualian fic #hualian au #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #hua cheng #xie lian #mu qing #feng xin #shi qingxuan #qi rong #alternate universe

[thatblondeperson]

My 20s had to go out with the most awkward bang ever, of course.

I texted a former coworker and friend of mine yesterday to see if I could pick up some hard drives of mine that he had, because I just kept forgetting to do so. Ended up setting up to do so tonight, so when we were both free, I messaged him, he gave me my address, and I plugged it into maps.

Well. First red flag was the building I ended up at not looking like the preview photo in maps. Figured, okay, they have a pic of a courtyard or something, not the street. Plus, no address on the street sign or anything, so I just went with it.

I see the building that says apartments 1-4, my friend is in 1, and I go up a staircase on the side, which starts taking me to the back patio of apt 4. Wrong way, already feeling awkward that i almost trespassed. Walk through a courtyard and I see apartments 1-3. Welcome mat doesn't look like something my friend would own, but the tiny 3D printed Cthulu sitting on the ring doorbell tells me I'm in the right place. I ring the doorbell, someone says "come in".

It did not sound like my friend, but I figure he has a roommate so I am not concerned. However, the second red flag should have been the fact the the entire apartment was dark when I walked inside, aside from the light upstairs.

I wait, thinking my friend may be upstairs playing a video game, or idk, putting a shirt on or something. I wait. Nothing happens.

I start feeling supremely awkward. Am I supposed to invite myself upstairs? That's weird and unnatural. I wait some more. I walk through the dark bottom floor because maybe my friend is outside on their back patio. I say hello very meekly but i cannot be heard over the sound of a dryer going.

I walk upstairs because now like 2-3 minutes have passed, though it feels like 20min. I am immediately met with 2 bedrooms and a bathroom. The bedroom is clearly occupied by someone watching TV, and though I cannot see them, I figure they're just watching TV. I KNOW I can't go in there. I panic and go back downstairs.

I'm panicking, I'm in full autism, awkward, pacing the floor and nervous ticking. I try to message my friend on discord but I have no internet. I pace, I wonder if I should leave. What do I do? I go upstairs again and I very meekly still, but slightly louder, call out hello while trying not to explode.

A like...6'3" muscle-y dude in just boxer briefs, covered in tats, walks out looking only mildly confused. I however, am a deer in headlights. Our conversation is exactly as follows:

Me: "oh, uh. Hm."

Dude: "who are you looking for?"

Me: "Ray?"

Dude: "I think you have the wrong apartment."

Me: "oh, I rang the doorbell and someone said come in."

Dude: "I thought it was maybe my mom, she's coming over tonight."

Me: "Ok, have a nice evening."

I fucking book it down the stairs and out of there, hyperventilating a bit as soon as I'm out in the frsh air. This man was not at all perturbed by my presence, a fucking stranger, on his stairs at 8:45PM. Although, I guess if I *was* robbing him, he could have easily overtaken me, so not really anything to fsar out of a panicked 5'5", 130lb girl, barely able to make eye contact.

My friend eventually helped me find his place which was on the sane street of course, but nowhere near where Google had taken me. I can only imagine though what his mother would have thought of she came in and saw some random girl pacing around her son's apartment, on the verge of nervous tears.

Anyway, here's to my 30s.

#personal #embarrassing #awkward encounters #embarassing story #funny story #my mom did not find this funny #she is just glad im safe

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Visiting a Sick Little Bird

 The following takes places in a sort of AU in which Tim is staying with his biological mother Janet, who is a good parent. This One-hot I dedicate to my very good friend @thattimdrakeguy who has a great blog with especially great analyses of the character of Tim Drake I highly recommend you check out. Likes, Replies and/or especially Reblogs are greatly appreciated and if you ave any constructive criticisms, Please feel free to voice them. I am willing to hear suggestions. Otherwise, please enjoy this little meh-sterpiece of mine. 

    I finally reached the street I was looking for, stepping out of the bus that got me from school all the way to here instead of my place. Finally, since it was Friday and I told my folks beforehand, I begin my stroll towards my partner’s place. Poor elf got himself a bad flu since yesterday, reason why he couldn’t make it to our classes, lucky him, but hey no hard feelings about that, he needs someone to keep a good watch for him. His mom, Senator of the state just an FYI, is gonna be gone all night so when I made the offer to be the guy to watch over him, well, thank Lord almighty Momma dearest and I are on good terms since she said ‘a-okay’ and well here I am, making my way there...just maybe two more house to my left and then....

  Hold up...right forgot about intros...my bad. I thought you might need a little bit to know about yours truly before you can move on with this silly account. The name’s Dowd, Bernard Dowd. You can me Bern for short. You’re looking at the best Robin truther right here. I got the know-hows and outs about our favorite Boy Wonder and who’s under that Robin Hood mask. Also, I know you ladies are probably thinking about locks and these shredded biceps of mine and you’re just drooling ain’t ya? Well, I really like the fondness and heart eyes but I am very sorry,I got a date already. A date I should be close to now that I stand outside of a familiar house on the preppy side of Gotham. 

  Right underneath the address number was some tiles with letters on it that allow me to double check it clearly, ‘Drake’. Yep, this is the place. Stepping onto the doorway patio, one press on the fancy doorbell followed by a very nicely ring I gotta tell ya, next thing you know, there’s my date’s Mom, the Senator herself answering the door for me. 

  Almost instantly, a smile propped up on her face and she stretched out her hand to shake mine. “Oh Hello, Bernard! I am quite glad were you able to make it.” 

  Grinning both out of friendliness and to make sure I don’t get on her bad side, cause then it’ll be really bad, I shake her hand in turn. “Oh please, Mrs. Drake, it’s just like an awesome like honor to be drop by.” 

  Soon enough, Mrs. Drake lets me step right into her frankly gorgeous mansion of a place and before I can probably do a bit of snooping around and sightseeing, she quickly and thankfully leads to the main reason I’m here. After going up to about two floors on the stairs and after a little walk down to my left to a certain bedroom door, A certain sign with a ‘T D’ on it is all the more apparent on who’s dwells in here. 

  “ACHOO”

  That sneeze from inside had that familiar squeak and pitch I know and love. Yep, my date, Tiny Tim’s in there. Boy though did that sneeze sound loud. Good thing though I had a flu but got better from it around two days earlier. Less chance of me coming down with anything so hey that’s a plus. 

  Mrs. Darke and I step into the room, I see the things I usually see here; Superman poster on the right wall, old school TV box on a dresser next to the left one, his bed scooted up next to his window, glass doors for his closet and right on the mentioned bed, there he....

(snickers) I’m sorry but...(snickers) Teddy Bear Robin Imprinted PJs? I mean it was a flannel shirt and pants meant for his size so there’s that...but (snickers) really? 

  And I thought Ives was the spoiled one between us. Thankfully, I kept the my laughter at such a fuzzy outfit to myself as Mrs. Drake makes her way next to her little man, placing one of her hands through his sweaty, slick, black hair. And already, I can see the little guy getting a noticeable blush on his face that’s not fever related. Frankly, if my Mom tried being...well, all Momma ish on me right in front of my crush, I’d blush too, hard. 

  “Felling a bit better, Little Timmy”, Mrs. Janet asks in that type of cutesy voice like how Moms talk to babies. Rightly did the Timster’s blushing darken a bit. 

  “(Cough) Mom”, he whines a bit, “Not in front of him.” 

 Mrs. Drake had a sweet giggle that I can hear clearly out of response, so much so I even started a bit of lightly chuckling myself. Poor fella’s been going through this for about an entire day and a half by now so maybe I should hold it in. Or least I tried cause then my boyfriend turns his gaze towards yours truly and lets me know right away that he heard that.

  “Dude, seriously?” Well, yeah, seriously. 

  Though I gave it a quick thought for a reasonable answer. “Hey Timmers, I’d bet you’d feel the same if my Mom did that for me.” 

  Before saying anything, my boyfriend paused in his try for a comeback, pondering a bit before finally breathing out, slumping back on his pillows and shrugging with his shoulders. “Yeah, good point.” 

  Mrs. Drake and I had a good laugh at that before she then whispered a sweet nothing or two to her little boy’s ear, gave him a quick kiss on his forehead, pulled up his Bat-blanket up to his shoulders and finally began to make her way to the door, not before wanting to chat with me. 

  “Thank you so very much for volunteering to watch Timmy today, Mr. Dowd. It’s very appreciated.” I cannot help but now blush in turn. Don’t if it was being very much taking in Mrs. Drake’s compliments or just the stuffiness int his room, but I was blushing. Maybe it was the first one since I was also rubbing the back of my head. 

  “Um”, I briefly tried thinking of anything to say back cause to be frank, it was out of nowhere, “pleasure’s all mine, Ma’am.” 

  She then gave me a nice pat on the back with a firm nod before opening her mouth once more. 

  “Okay then, within two hours, Timmy’s morning dose of his medicine should be wearing off so you’ll need to give him another daytime dose of it. It’s the bottle with the orange stuff. The green one is the one for four hours after that, that’s for nighttime. Also, I have made some soup for you both which is in the big pot in the kitchen stove. And Finally, make sure that he gets some good sleep later tonight, it’ll help him get better much faster. Now as for your bed...”

  Boy, I can tell Mrs. Drake really had this all sorted out with each and every small thing she’s letting out for me to hear all at once. Then again, I tend to drone on and on about my totally correct and accurate theories about who can Robin be so frankly, who I am to say anything about this. That said, I get the basics: my boyfriend’s medicine taking, where the spare blankets and pillows are at when it’s time to crash, the soup, no wild parties while she’s gone (Well...yeah, I get it but still sorry Ives, sorry Darla) and also she might be at that place all night so she’ll be like ultra late or the like. 

  I nod as she wraps up all that and more. “You can count on me for all that. Miss.” Thankfully I didn’t need to bluff cause it was true to a large extent. Mrs. Drake nodded a-okay in turn. “Thank you, oh so very much.” 

  With that, Mrs. Drake takes her purse that was hanging from the edge of the bedroom door on her way out and to her appointed big gov thing. She gives my boyfriend an....admittedly...adorable air kiss before giving a standard “Love you, sweetie” before finally closing the door. 

   Now it was me and my teddy PJs wearing boyfriend. So I guess it was time to actually point out said Robin Teddies on his sleepwear. 

  “So...Dude...you got that thing you wearing from a Build-a-Bear and ordered life size or something? No offense, just asking.” Jeez, that came out wrong did it. Yeah, now that the guy I get heart eyes over now starts blushing again while looking at himself, oh yeah, that was just something a bit not cool. 

  To my deep down surprise, he did answer that; “Well...kinda a bit”, he says while rubbing the back of his head, “I mean, either I wore this all day or like....maybe Mom getting like footies like I had when I was really little. Believe me, I mean when I was very, very little” 

  As he finished explaining himself, I make my way to his bedside, taking a seat on a spot close enough for just lightly bump an elbow before slinging my arms around my doofus of a boyfriend. “It’s fine, Teddy Tim. You gotta believe me, I’ve seen more cutesy than I can count all at once compared to that.” 

  The blushing on the Timster’s face toned down a bit and he let out a good laugh at that. Quick save, Dowd, crisis averted. Too bad, that sweet laugh of his got cut short by a sudden fit of coughing. As he finishes said coughing, I noticed a tall plastic glass of water on his nightstand, take it in my hands and offer him to take a sip, trust me, post cough spitballs and such are just nasty in more ways than one and good ol H2O helps big time with that. Thankfully, he takes a good sip from the plastic glass before I put it back where it goes and allow him to get comfy again. 

  My boyfriend had a pouting look on his face. “This sucks.”

  I shrugged my shoulders cause he was right. “Yeah, tell me about it.” Though hey given how long my battle with flu lasted before I got totally better; “But hey, maybe this thing can blow over by tomorrow or even tonight, Dude.” That seems nice to say as a small smile goes up on Tim’s lips. 

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right, Bernard.” 

  With that arm around his shoulder, I bring him a bit closer to me in a one arm hug. Hey, come on, whatcha expect?

  “So I guess, I’ll be your doctor for today then”, I say with my usual ‘sarcastically quirky jokester’ voice, only to him to again give a small laugh at that. 

  “That’s funny; I thought Mom was doctor and you’re the nurse.” Oh very well played, pal. Well, too bad for you, you’re dating the undisputed universal champion of snark and joke city....rough neighborhood. 

  I snort out a small laugh before bringing my boyfriend’s face facing mine and giving something on my mind in response. “Yeah, but let’s face it, at least my jacket showcasing”, I buff up my right free arm, showing off its biceps, “these rocks and I don’t have to wear any outfit for the ‘HELLLOOOO Nurse’ crowds.” 

  Again, that very sweet laugh by boyfriend has...it just gets my heart pumping a but faster ya know? 

  “Yeah Man, I hear ya.” 

  I take my arm off his shoulder and smack my hands in a clap for preparation. “So...um, need anything right now Tim-Tam?” 

  About twenty minutes later......

 I try my best right here; two hot bowls are chicken broth and mixed vegetable goodness, the smell making nose all sorts of joyful, said bowls on a bigger wooden tray, me trying to climb up the last for steps before finally, I reach the top and quickly find my way back to Timster’s room. Upon seeing me, Tim sits up on his bed and straightens his calves underneath the Bat-blanket for his own bowl. Whew! After trial and error beforehand, I finally managed to get a bowl on Tim’s lap, spoon included. Almost immediately the little guy lightly blows with his breath and slurps up whatever broth and vegetables he got on said spoon. Now don’t get the idea that my last tries with got the wooden stairs wet or anything. But yeah, at least at the end of the day, even the best of best like yours truly can get clumsy. But I did wipe up anything that could’ve spilled so no harm no foul.  

  Sure enough, I too dig in for my bowl. Time to see how Mrs. Janet makes this classic dish. 

  Nearly Seven Hours later....

  Well, this is it. After some soup drinking, me explaining once again my tonally correct theory on who Robin is (SPOILERS....he’s obviously Ives, come on, how’s the blond hair and his own glasses not a dead giveaway for a disguise), jamming to some White Album, and basically a whole of things him and I did today, only now is the smaller guy between us after so long, it’s about darn time this guy passed out. Well not that I knocked him out or anything but most certainly that green medicine Mrs. Janet told me about sure did. 

  After such a day for me, now clad in a spare white T and black bike shorts and having just give a good scrub and brush to my pearly whites, I guess best thing I can do is go on the opposite of Tim on his bed, looks like plenty of room. As I was about to do so, and thankfully for me, Tim-Tam rolled over to his left side; Goody, there’s my space, now just to get under the Bat-blanket and start lay down on the....

 Suddenly, I felt my boyfriend’s feet slightly on my socks under the blankets, man are those things warm. But hey, bet it was much worse yesterday. As I set my head down on the pillow and pull up my spare blanket to cover me further...I just gotta wonder....why him? 

  Do I ever regret my feelings for him...never, and anyone who says otherwise can get a pass from me for listening to their drabble. But out of everyone I could’ve found myself with all these....spikes in my heartbeat...this sense of closeness....something I don’t think I ever gotten from standing next to Darla or my earlier attempts for a date. Nope, it’s him, the very fella right next to me on this soft bed. Why though? What is it about Timothy Jackson Drake that makes me....feel something? 

  My questions get interrupted as Teddy Tim rolls over so that his lightly snoring face was on my right side. Dang...it’s...just...wow. I have never seen such a sight this up close and...peaceful. I don’t know the exact answer but upon me giving this guy a kiss on his cheek, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close to me...I’m sure it’s there. 

  So yeah, bottom line before it’s off to dreamland for me....I love this doofus alright....I just do. 

#tim drake #bernard dowd #janet drake #fanfic #lgbtq #my posts #timbern

[drowneddd]

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#shhh tag #and when someone rings my doorbell and can clearly see that i am in the house #i simply hide behind a wall and turn off my music #akin to standing behind a pole alsjsbnxxbsj #i feel slightly bad but hey my dad said not to answer the door and i simply do not

[rafescoke]

Brother’s Best Friend ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: heyy I’ve recently found your account and I just felt in love with the way you write and with your works so I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is Kelce’s sister, she’s sitting alone at home and suddenly she hears a doorbell ringing, she comes to open the door and that’s Rafe and she says something like “Kelce’s not home” or smth like that and Rafe answers “I actually came to see you” or smth like that. It can be smut or fluff or whatever I don’t really care. Sorry if this is chaotic but I just want the reader to be black and I have bad ideas lmao 😭 sending love ❤️❤️

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Fooling around with your best friend's sister is not a good sign, especially when it involves something more than skinny dipping and drinking alcohol together.

Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of drinking, slight angst, teasing Rafe Cameron

A/N: I'm so close to 700 followers wtf y'all are truly amazing ily! I'm finishing all requests in my inbox for the new few days; thank you to those who put their trust in me to write their ideas <33

(Y/N) could never deny the attraction she felt towards a certain brunette boy with that charming smile.

The feeling evolved for the first time when he came over to her house to see Kelce. He was so polite to her; giving her a turn on passing the ball and scolding Kelce and Topper for not wanting to give her a chance at playing basketball in the swimming pool.

But she was only 8 back then, and she regarded the feeling as nothing more than a silly crush.

Rafe Cameron changed when he entered high school. (Y/N) couldn't explain what was wrong, but he was not her Rafe anymore. He didn't hold the door for her, scold Kelce for making fun of her or do anything that used to make her heart soar.

Her thoughts were disrupted when a fresh blue towel hit her squarely on the face, causing her to yelp in shock.

"Do you wanna come down to the lake with us?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, pulling the towel to her side, and closed her magazine with a snap. Her eyes fell back to the three guys, lingering on the tallest one a little bit too long.

She cleared her throat, "No, I'm tired."

Kelce shrugged, walking towards the entrance of their home from the swimming pool. He didn't feel like having (Y/N) around anyways, because that would mean he would have to protect her from his friends.

Kelce loved his friends, of course, but he also knew the other side of them that uses girls like Kleenex tissue only to throw them away again.

"On a second thought-" (Y/N) said, stopping the three boys from entering the big house. "I think I'll go."

"You sure?" Kelce asked. God. Now he would have to play the big-brother stimulator for the whole night.

The night sky was dark, and the only light came from the moonlight up above and sometimes from the flashlight of each other's phone. Boozes laid messily on the wooden deck and their clothes were discarded all over the place.

Not one person was sober, and they were all laughing to a joke by Topper.

"Okay, okay, last one-" Topper said excitedly. He shivered, and (Y/N) thought about it as a response towards the cold lake water or the excited nerves of sharing another stupid joke. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Easy. To get to the other side," Rafe answered proudly. A beer drop slid down from his lips to his chin, and (Y/N) felt a strong desire to lick it.

"Wrong."

"Okay, fine, I don't know."

Topper smiled widely, and (Y/N) could see this joke coming from a few miles away. "To get to the loser's house. Knock knock."

Rafe pulled a face, his eyebrows raised. "Who's there?"

"The chicken."

Kelce and Topper's laugh filled the silence around them, and (Y/N) found herself slightly smiling at the joke. Rafe groaned, finally understanding the joke and being angry at himself for willingly taking the bait.

"Okay, okay. The joke's over."

Kelce laughed again before taking a full swig of another beer bottle. He stared at the sky, and let out a loud huff.

"Wish we can go up there."

"Me too, man," Topper agreed. He joined Kelce by staring up at the dark sky, both clearly high out of their minds.

"Do you want to?"

(Y/N) looked to her side, not noticing Rafe who had moved from his previous position near Topper to beside her. She quirked her head to one side, her face questioning.

"Go up to the sky," he explained. He watched as she looked up to the sky, her mouth slightly parting. Her chest heaved peacefully, and her wet body donning the lilac bikini never looked so beautiful and perfect.

"Nah. I'm too scared."

"Even when I'll go with you?" he smiled. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, though her heart was soaring brightly; she would never feel scared anymore if he were to be around her all the time.

"Yeah. Even when you’ll go with me. Besides, it's not possible."

"Let people enjoy things," he said, and he was so close to her now because she could smell the coffee mint from his breath. Her heart was beating wildly, though this would be the ten-thousandth time he did this to her.

It never failed to leave her completely breathless.

"You're drooling," he whispered, and used his thumb to wipe her wet lips from the beer. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't utter any words back. She was too mesmerised with the whole situation.

His fingers stopped at her chin, looking into her eyes, and he was petrified too. He leaned in, but before anything could happen, (Y/N) moved away. He cleared his throat, and swam back to the deck.

‘I’m drunk’ was repeated by him all the way to the the place he threw his clothes off, shaking his head at the thought that he was so close to kissing her. He looked back to her direction in the lake, still staring at him. He focused back on the ties of his shorts, and made his way back to the Kelce’s house.

He ignored his best friends calls.

. . .

(Y/N) never really liked school, but she loved the after-activity that she got herself in.

Like cheerleading.

She used to think of the sport as something quirky, but in truth, once she was accepted into the school’s cheerleading team, she had never been more into a sport than before.

She walked down the field to the other side of the track where the other girls were waiting for her. Her training skirt flew slightly from the wind, and she was trying to hold them down all while carrying the water bottle and a duffle bag.

She exchanged a few greetings with her other friends, putting down her duffle bag and her water bottle. The sun was scorching hot, and all she felt like was eating ice cream inside of their boat whilst streaming down the lake, but the last time she had ditched cheer practice, it hadn’t ended well.

“Uh-oh,” someone exclaimed behind her. “Big bro is coming.”

(Y/N) looked up to the field, and sure enough Kelce was running towards her in his jersey. (Y/N) sighed, not knowing what she did now that could earn her a lecture from Kelce.

“Hey, I’m bringing a girl home after practice,” he said. “Would you mind getting a ride with someone else?”

She groaned, “Fuck, Kelce, no. You can tell your new scandal to fuck off because I am not getting an Uber to walk back to home.”

“Look, please? You can ask your friends to give you a ride, right? It’s important,” he begged. His eyes were scanning her friends now, obviously trying to find someone who could help his sister, and when he found one, his smile quirked upwards. “Yo, Sarah! Can you drive (Y/N) home after practice?”

Sarah walked towards them, her blonde hair up in a ponytail. She slung her arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders, noting the exasperated expression on her face, and gave Kelce a glare.

“You should let her drive a car if you’re going to bring a girl home after school,” she said. Kelce groaned, knowing the amount of shit he will be getting from the people around him, but he was truly trying to make it right for this new girl.

“Look, I’ll buy y’all anything for a week. Food? Sure. Clothes? Sure.”

Sarah clapped her hands, seemingly excited, and forced (Y/N) to say yes. She wouldn’t mind driving (Y/N) home, because she wanted to catch up with her about some gossip too.

“Fine. But I’m driving my own car tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” was all he said before he jogged down to the soccer team.

That evening was hell to (Y/N). She couldn’t get the formation right, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, her hair was sticking out weirdly, and worst of all, she couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s event.

He was so, so close to her.

“(Y/N), come on! What’s gotten into you? The top part, again!” The coach yelled, slapping her hands against her lap. There were sweat forming on her forehead, and she was obviously hot and bothered from this whole situation.

But sport was sport. The coach wasn’t going to let today’s training to waste, and she intended for the new number to work.

(Y/N) muttered a soft ‘sorry’ before going back to her position, her heart still thumping at the thought. The cheer started, and her mouth was saying the words, but her brain was somewhere else.

The two guys by her side picked her up by her calf, and she felt the wind gushing out from beside her ears. She was high up in the sky now, throwing one arm upwards and balancing herself on one leg, and it was finally time now, to twirl into the two boys’ arms, but she wasn’t ready. Her mouth didn’t utter any words from the cheer, too focused on the step, and before she could jump back into their arms, she felt herself slipping.

“(Y/N)!” The coach yelled, running towards her by the track. Sarah and the other teammates were surrounding her now, watching as she groaned on the ground painfully, holding onto her arms.

“Okay, I take that as the end of today’s training,” the coach said, sighing. “(Y/N), are you okay? Can you walk?”

(Y/N) held her thumbs up, because she had worse injury than this before. Hell, the boxing fight she used to have with Kelce in their childhood was more painful. She sat up from the track, feeling the heat of the ground burning on her bottoms, and stretched her fingers. The pain coursed through her veins at the feeling, but kinda liked it.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sarah said, helping her up. She groaned when she finally stood on her two feet, feeling so painful all she wanted to do was lay back on the track, but she knew she had to go home.

She allowed Sarah helping her limp towards a black Mercedes, her eyes closed the whole time.

Okay, scratch the fight with Kelce. This one was more painful than ever.

“Can I stay at your house?” She blurted when Sarah drove out of the school gate. “I don’t feel like listening to my mom’s lecture about my leg.”

Sarah glanced at her from the rearview mirror, watching as she spread her leg out the whole backseat. The ice bag someone had gotten her was pressed against her calf, and she was sweating from the heat and trying to contain the pain.

“Yes, of course, that would be better,” Sarah said. She had other plans that evening, but helping (Y/N) overstepped all of them.

“So what’s up with you and John B?”

Sarah turned to look at her fully on her face, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you know about John B?”

(Y/N) laughed, “The light’s green.” Just on cue, the car behind them horned at Sarah, and she quickly pushed on the pedal.

“How do you know about John B?” Sarah asked, biting her lips. If (Y/N) could find out, she couldn’t imagine what would Rafe do if he finds out.

“God, don’t be worried. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, okay? Just relax. I think it’s cute.”

Sarah’s worried expression softened, “You think so?”

“Yeah. At least you got to be with whoever you want. Some people can’t have that.”

Like her. Kelce would kill her and dump her body in the ocean for the sharks if he ever finds out how much she likes Rafe.

“You’ll find the one soon. How about that guy in your maths class?” The car turned to the right, nearing the destination.

“No. I’m not looking for anyone.”

There’s only one, but Sarah won’t like the answer.

The time was 8.23p.m. now, and (Y/N) had been in Sarah’s room for a total of 3 hours. After catching up on new gossips, watched a movie, did her English essay, she felt extremely dehydrated.

Sarah was sleeping peacefully beside her, being so tired after the practice and school, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like waking her up. She have been to The Camerons household, but that was only for Sarah’s birthday party a few years back.

She sighed, getting up from the bed to find the kitchen. The house was like a maze, and she wished they had some kind of a map to browse through.

Alas, she found the kitchen, her muscles screaming from all the wrong turns she took before. She knew where the plastic cups and plates were situated, having to help Sarah get them during her birthday party, so she didn’t have any trouble getting some.

She drank the cold water quickly, feeling the liquid sloshing down her throat. The feeling was so, so good that she wished she could go through it again.

“I do not know where your sister is, Kelce,” a voice sighed not far from the kitchen. “I told you you shouldn’t bring that girl home and just drive (Y/N) home yourself.”

The voice, unmistakably Rafe, was getting nearer and nearer. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, trying to find an empty space to hide in, but there were none. She panicked, still looking for a way out that she didn’t notice the tall figure behind her.

“Oh. Found you.”

His hair was dishevelled and wet, his chest heaving and he was shirtless.

What a nice way to bump onto each other.

“Take a picture,” he started, shutting his phone off and placing them in his shorts. “It’ll last longer that way.”

Now we’re talking about the new Rafe.

(Y/N) scoffed, pushing him away and making a disgusted face at his sweat sticking on her arms. “I’m here for Sarah.”

“Why? Did she die or something?”

God. He really is insufferable.

She made to push him away to return to Sarah’s room, only for him to grab her by her waist.

“Move.” Her tone was stern, but her stomach was flipping wildly. She tried to not look so bothered, but failed miserably.

Rafe seemed to notice her behaviour because he didn’t let go of her. “Come on, where’s the fun in that?”

She was on the same level as his neck now, and he could still smell his expensive cologne even after he swam in the swimming pool. She sighed, placing her hands against his chest.

“Move.”

Rafe laughed, putting his hands up in defeat, and went to grab the same glass she was drinking from. He refilled the glass and downed the content, and (Y/N) had to look away from the innocent move.

Maybe he was just saving water by not using a different cup.

“Do you need help to return to Sarah’s room or something?”

“No, I’m fine,” she refused, and made sure he could see her fake annoyed expression before she returned to the hall she came from. But there were 2 halls now, and she completely forgot which one she had been before.

“Really?” Rafe stood beside her, and she looked up to his amused face. “Because you’re in the wrong hall. It’s the other exit of the kitchen, darling.”

. . .

Why couldn’t she not see his face every single day?

It was truly troubling her, to see that boy everyday, because she couldn’t think properly every time.

The lights from the stadium blared widely, and the deafening screaming coming from both teams’ supporters rang throughout the whole field. (Y/N) was sure the whole island could hear them too.

Two things happened earlier than evening. Number one, her skirt wasn’t completely dried after being sent off to the laundry for a week, and her hair wasn’t just cooperating.

So here she was; in a shorter uniform skirt, her hair hung up into a ponytail with lots of hairspray. She wished for nothing but to be all cuddled up with her blanket in her room.

“You’re okay?” Sarah asked. She fixed (Y/N)’s lips gently, getting the lipstick and lipliner even, and gave her a kiss on the cheeks. “Don’t worry about the skirt. It looks normal.”

For a little girl.

(Y/N) sighed and involuntarily pulled down the hem of her skirt. Ten minutes from the game now, and she was nervous she would flash everyone on the school compound.

In the locker room, Rafe was sitting right next to Kelce as his best friend prayed for a win tonight. He was never that religious, and he didn’t feel the need to mutter a prayer to anyone. But tonight, he listened intently to whatever Kelce was saying because he needed to win this cup more than anything in the world.

“You’re okay?” The coach asked, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah. Just nervous.”

“Don’t be, you’re the Star Player. Right?”

The Star Player.

Rafe gave him a smile, and went back to his praying.

When he first entered the field to meet the rival team, his eyes couldn’t help but scanned the bleachers to find his dad. Ward wasn’t there, but Rose and Wheezie were cheering for him.

Of course.

He sighed, and went straight to the middle of the field. It’s funny how everyone was there to support him, Rafe, the Star Player, the jock, the whatever else people were saying about him.

He just wanted Ward to see him.

“Come on, man, it’s fine,” Topper said, patting his back. “He’ll come later.”

Even his friends could see how miserable he was feeling.

The first match of the game went smoothly; he scored a try goal, everyone was cheering loudly, but it was just then that one of the opponents came knocking Rafe by his side.

Rafe fell to the ground with a loud thud, earning so many gasps from the stand.

“What the fuck?!” Topper pushed whoever responsible for his fall, and the sound of a whistle rang throughout the air. “He pushed him for nothing! You saw it, fuck!”

Rafe groaned on the ground, clutching onto his arms, and he tried to spread his fingers, but couldn’t. His other teammates were surrounding him now, trying to get a good look of him, all while Topper and Kelce and another friend of his went off to the referee.

Rafe put his other hand up, trying to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Move!”

The other members scattered away, sighing in relief when Rafe came back to his legs. The referee, still getting yelled at by Topper, shook his head at something he said, and before anyone could process what happened, Topper tackled the opponent who had pushed Rafe down to the ground.

Kelce pulled Topper away after a few long seconds, telling him to stop. But one thing about Topper is that he just won’t stop.

“Stupid fuck!” He yelled, throwing another punch.

“Topper, stop, they’re going to throw you off the field!” Kelce yelled. Finally, he separated them away after the opponent’s friend pulled his injured friend away.

The referee, expectedly, pulled a red card to Topper, earning a groan coming from their coach and the stand. Rafe cursed, knowing that Topper’s one of their strongest member. He watched as Topper tried to argue with the referee, but it was no use.

“It’s okay,” Kelce said, patting his back as he made his way back to the bench. “Relax, bro, okay?” Topper calmed down after the coach said something to him, but Rafe could clearly see the distress written on his face.

“You’re okay?” Kelce asked, pointing to his arms.

Rafe could move his muscles now though he could feel the sharp pain from doing so. But he was too content on winning this game.

(Y/N) watched as the second match unfold, her teeth biting into her lips in fear. She didn’t feel like having the next week full of gloomy students and disappointed teachers, so she wanted the cup as much as everyone else.

Rafe was fast, throwing the ball smoothly back and forth with Kelce and his other friends, but it was apparent that the Star Player wasn’t feeling like himself.

It might be the arm, or the fact that Ward Cameron was too busy with his work to see his son playing.

37 minutes had passed, and the other team was leading. They only had 3 minutes left, and with the team being so drained out and their captain with a broken arm, it was clear who was winning.

The whistle blared through the field again, noting the end of the match. As the other team supporters cheered happily the other side of the stands muttered silently to each other about the game.

(Y/N) watched as Rafe yelled something at his teammates angrily before storming off to the locker room. He winced in pain, holding his arm for support, and ignored every calls from his friends as he made his way to the empty room.

Looking around quickly, she muttered a ‘be right back’ to Sarah, and quickly followed Rafe into the locker room. She wanted to see if he was okay, and if he needed help with his arm.

In truth, she just wanted to be there for him.

“Hey,” she slowly said, and Rafe’s head perked up to see her before he looked down to the ground again.

“What do you want?”

She felt a struck of pain across her heart at his tone, but decided against it. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I was just trying to see if you need anything,” she said, and when his eyes finally looked up to her again, she unconsciously pulled her skirt down again.

“Yeah? I don’t need anything. Go!”

“Wow, you’re a dick,” she scoffed, and before Rafe could mutter anything back, she exited the locker room and straight to the cheer team. She felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment all at once, because God, Rafe Cameron did not just yell at her for trying to be nice.

She should’ve known better than to be ‘nice’ to him. He wasn’t the same 8 year old she met 10 years ago.

. . .

A week had passed from the game, and everything went back to normal.

Except for one person.

Rafe didn’t come to school the next Monday, not that (Y/N) wanted to see him after getting yelled at, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

He didn’t just broke his arm; his father also chose not to attend his game.

It was finally Friday, and (Y/N) was too happy to stay home and continue watching Love Island. Life is better when you are focused on someone else’s relationship other than yours.

She was rolling in her bed, casually smiling at the cheesy joke made by one of the contestant, and before she could hear the reply towards the joke, the doorbell blared throughout the house.

(Y/N) groaned, thinking how Kelce must’ve forgotten his keys again, and waited a few more minutes so that he would just leave her alone and go to that stupid prick, Rafe Cameron’s house.

But the doorbell rang again, and she had no choice but to open the door. She was all alone in the big house, having both her parents still working and her maids having the day off.

But when she opened the door, the boy standing before her was the last person she wanted to see.

“Hi,” Rafe said.

“Kelce’s not here,” she mumbled, and pushed the door close. Rafe’s quickly put his hands to block the door from closing, and (Y/N) pulled away after deciding not to crush his other only working hands.

“What?” She asked, in the same tone that he had given her in the locker room. She felt good when his eyebrows were raised.

“I’m here for you.”

“Why? Did I die or something?” Bingo.

“God, you’re impossible,” Rafe sighed. “Can I talk to you? Just us two?”

(Y/N) sighed, wanting to get this done, and opened the door wider to grant him into her home. (Y/N) closed the door and pressed her back against it, crossing her arms.

“Okay. Talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He said. “I was just so angry with everything. I was pushed and Topper received a red card because of me—”

“You didn’t do anything, Rafe.”

“Yeah, but he was just trying to protect me. And, and I was just so mad at myself because I couldn’t play properly like I usually play. I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it.”

(Y/N) sighed, “It’s okay. I’m over it.”

“Really?” He stepped closer, and this time, (Y/N) allowed him. “Thank you so much!”

He pulled her into a crushing hug, and before she could put her mind into it, he lifted her up and spin her around.

“Okay, okay, now you’re just pushing it,” she groaned, hitting him on his chest. “Put me down, Rafe, I swear to god.”

Rafe put her down, his face shining happily. They were close again, like that time in the lake, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like pushing him away again.

Because maybe, that 8 year old him was somewhere in there.

“Uh—” he looked away, scratching the back of his head. “Do you wanna. . . watch Netflix?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “I was watching Love Island. Wanna watch with me?”

Rafe nodded, anything to get closer with this girl, and followed her upstairs to her room. The first time he entered her room was 9 years ago, and it was only because Topper and Kelce had pranked him into thinking that her room was the gaming room.

“What are you doing?” The girl before him yelled, and before he could explain how he was lied to, she threw a pink hairbrush at him. He groaned from the pain, rubbing his head.

“I’m sorry, I thought this was the gaming room!”

“Out!” She yelled, and he quickly obliged.

Her room was still pink, but it was now filled with so many books, clothes and makeups instead of the dollhouse and toys he saw a few years ago.

“Is this the pink hairbrush you threw at me?” He laughed, holding the pink tool. (Y/N) snatched the hairbrush, embarrassed, and quickly stuffed them into the drawers.

He placed himself beside her on her bed, watching her as she resumed the video. He focused on the show, trying to find at least something interesting from the show, but there was nothing.

2 episodes later, he was too into the show that he pressed on the stop button before they could continue on the next episode.

“I wish they would just communicate,” he said. “Like the whole show’s pointless. They didn’t try to talk to each other about their problems.”

“Yeah, that’s what makes the show interesting, Rafe,” she said as if that was a fact, “And besides, if they communicate, everyone will win the show.”

“Then that’s just good. A win-win situation.”

“You don’t get it,” she groaned, looking into his face. “There’s no use in fighting with you about this.”

She pressed on the resume button again, and instantly, Rafe pressed on the stop button.

“Rafe, I will—”

“You still haven’t apologised for throwing the hairbrush at me.”

She widened her eyes, “That was 9 years ago.”

“And?”

“Fine,” she placed her laptop aside, and turned to fully look him in the face. “Sorry.”

“Not sincere enough.”

She groaned, “Rafe, I am terribly sorry for throwing my pink hairbrush at you. I am so sorry that it hit your face and be the reason why you’re still holding vengeance at someone.”

“I’m not talking about that kind of sorry.”

“Fuck, you’re annoying,” she said. “I’m not going to bow down to you or anything.”

“Just a kiss.”

She looked at him back, her heart stopping at his words. “No.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re Rafe?”

“Rafe? Okay, fine. I’m not Rafe. I’m Rafael.”

“Okay, it’s still a no. You’re Kelce’s best friend.”

“Didn’t you kiss Topper last year?”

“That was a dare—” she sighed. “And it didn’t mean anything.”

“Exactly. This won’t mean anything. This is just a sorry.”

It would mean everything to her to place her lips against his.

“This is sexual harassment.”

“Not if you want it too,” he said, and leaned closer to her. “And you do want it, right? I can see it in your eyes.”

She didn’t know why God would put her and Rafe in this damn position over and over again, because it wasn’t helping her to get over him.

She looked down to his lips, and how it was so inviting, and she wanted more than anything to kiss him, to finally give herself to him, but she was afraid.

“Rafe—”

“Shut up,” he cut her off, and pressed himself against her. Their kiss was slow and passionate, none like neither (Y/N) or Rafe had experienced before. Her hands found themselves wrapping around Rafe’s neck, pulling him closer.

He pulled away, grinning. “I thought you didn’t want this.”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, and pulled him in for another kiss again.

He pushed her down onto the bed gently, still kissing her, and his hands were roaming down her body. She was so, so perfect and every time he saw her, he would have to look away to stop the unwanted thoughts forming in his head.

During the game last Friday, he had to pinch himself from staring at her legs in that goddamn skirt for too long.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered, and she hummed in response before pushing him over so she could take control. She sat on top of him, grinning widely. She was in heaven; seeing him all worked up under her with his chest heaving.

“You would be surprised at the amount of times I imagined myself on top of you like this,” she said, placing her hands flat on top of his chest.

Rafe grinned back, trying to contain his feelings. “Yeah? Wanna show what else you’ve been imagining?”

She leaned closer, making sure to brush her bottom against him and hearing his soft groans. She placed a soft kiss against his cheek, and whispered into his ear.

“Would rather have you show what you’ve been dreaming of me.”

Rafe licked his lips, loving this side of her, and he wanted more than anything to make her his. She looked so innocent sitting there on top of him, smiling and biting her lips.

Before he could touch her in ways he never did to a girl before, a voice rang from outside the room.

“(Y/N)? Have you seen Rafe? I saw his car outside,” the voice said. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. “You’re okay? I’m coming in, okay?”

“No, no, wait!” (Y/N) shouted, scrambling from her position on top of Rafe as he quickly pulled her up, but it was too late.

Kelce saw them in the midst of trying to get away, with his sister’s leg on one side of his best friend and his best friend’s hands still around his sister’s waist.

“What. The. Fuck.”

-

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[CN] Love Returns Event 2022 (Gavin)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers 🍒

This is what happens when you don’t log into CN for 30 days!

Brushing his face in the photograph, the longing in my heart is unable to be controlled.

When one wishes to see someone, go and see him immediately. 

I brisk walk to the entrance. The moment my fingertips touch the door, I hear the sound of the doorbell.

MC: Who could be visiting me at this hour?

Feeling puzzled, I open the door. Sunlight seeps in through the window of the corridor, immersing the person standing outside in warm sunlight -

[Note] There seems to be a mistake because it’s supposed to be night LOL

MC: Gavin? What are you doing here?!

His chest rises and falls as he steadies his somewhat rapid breaths.

The moment he sees me, bright light flows in his amber eyes. His tightly pursed lips curl upwards.

What I get in response is a sudden embrace.

It’s been an incredibly long time since we last met, but the familiarity of being in his embrace hasn't lessened at all.

He brings with him a slight coolness of the evening breeze, but the palm on the nape of my neck is incomparably scorching.

Gavin: I passed by after a mission, and suddenly felt like taking a look. I had a feeling that you came back.

The arms around me tighten slightly, as though treating me like a treasured and fragile object -

Wanting to lock me up tightly, yet afraid that I’d crumble into pieces.

Gavin: Thankfully... it wasn’t a misperception this time.

Make a choice:

Option 1: Hug him

Option 2: Ask him a question

[ Option 1: Hug him ]

I find myself reaching out to return the hug forcefully, wanting to tell him with all the strength in my body...

MC: Gavin, I’m back.

Gavin: Welcome back, MC. 

A breeze seems to respond to me, gliding past my face tenderly.

[ Option 2: Ask him a question ]

MC: Did you have a similar feeling before?

I turn my head slightly, wanting to look at him. However, I feel him nuzzling my earlobe with the tip of his nose.

Gavin: Mm. I’d often think that you came back. Maybe it’s because I missed you too much.

If I hadn’t returned today, and if the usual silence was what he received as a response after ringing the doorbell...

With this thought in mind, my chest feels as though it’s being squeezed tightly, and I find it a little difficult to breathe.

It’s a good thing that I came back.

MC: If you keep hugging me, how am I going to look at you?

After giving him a gentle poke on the chest, he reluctantly releases his grip.

Gavin: Have you settled everything on your end?

I nod.

Gavin: If... there ever comes a time when you have to leave again, let me know. Otherwise, I’d be worried.

MC: I promise.

A few strands on the top of his head are messy, probably from how frantic he was when rushing here earlier.

MC: Your hair’s sticking up. Lean a little closer.

Perhaps due to the embrace from earlier, I begin to long for his warmth once his familiar scent draws near.

Gameplay: Touch his face

After looking at him from side to side, I cup his cheeks with both hands.

MC: Gavin, did you lose weight?

Gavin: Nope. You mentioned that I should eat more nutritious food. As long as I’m not on an urgent mission, I’ve been eating meat every day.

MC: Really? The tiny bits of meat in cup noodles don’t count.

He coughs softly. Clearly, he’s been exposed.

Gavin: I really didn’t. If you don’t believe me, you can check for yourself.

Gameplay: Touch his hair

MC: You hair seems a little longer than before.

Gavin: I’ve been pretty busy these days, so I didn’t bother to cut it. If you’re free this weekend, could you go with me? You can check on the quality.

MC: It turns out that Officer Gavin cares about the barber’s skills too.

He averts his gaze, and his ears flush a faint red.

Gavin: After all, you’re back.

Gameplay: Touch his hand

I lift his hand, touching the calluses on his fingertips. Then, I notice a tiny wound that has already formed a scab.

MC: You were injured?

Gavin: Nope... I accidentally cut myself after slicing a potato a few days ago. I wanted to make stir-fried potatoes like you prepared in the past.

He scratches his nose a little guiltily.

Gavin: I didn’t get injured during missions though. Could I use my effort in cooking to make up for it?

Gavin: Time seems to have flown past lately. Aside from missions, I haven’t been doing anything else. 

Gavin: Afterwards, I realised that... it’s not that there were fewer resting days. You just weren’t around.

Gavin: Fortunately, I was able to keep you company during those lively festivals. You brought meaning to them.

[Note] There are some minor differences in the dialogue depending on which festivals the player celebrated with Gavin

I lean on Gavin’s shoulder, listening to him describe what happened during this period of time, while outlining his figure in my mind...

When he’s out on missions, when he’s perplexed while dealing with cooking utensils, when he’s sitting by the window alone and missing me...

Thinking about how much time I’ve missed out in his life makes me feel some regret.

Gavin: Why did you sigh?

MC: I regret not keeping you company for such a long time. I should be punished...

He arches his brows slightly, and the smile on his lips reveals mischievousness.

Gavin: I should give you a little “punishment”.

MC: If I turn myself in, will Officer Gavin show mercy?

I offer my hands to him obediently. He grips my wrists, pulling me towards him.

Gavin: Since the offender has already done serious reflection, I’ll deal with you leniently. From today onwards, stay by my side. If you face any sudden situations or difficulties, contact me immediately. This will be effective permanently. Any objections?

MC: Nope!

We look at each other and chuckle. He bends down, meeting me at eye level, his gaze serious and bright.

Gavin: MC... welcome home.

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc gavin

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Stray Kids Reaction ¦ Angst Prompts [Request]

A/N: I did a similar piece with BTS once and I used speech prompts to come up with different scenarios so I have done the same here. I couldn’t go super duper angsty otherwise there would be no way for a fluffy ending

CHAN: “You vanished for Three months. Three Months! And now you decide to come back around?”

The doorbell rang and you whined as you got up from the sofa to go and answer it. It was your first day off in months and you had been planning to spend it on the sofa and not moving for the entire day.

"I'm coming! Damn," You cried out when the person on the other side continued ringing the doorbell over and over again as if their life depended on it, 

"Hello?" You called out as you opened the door, your heart dropping to the floor as you saw your ex-boyfriend standing there drenched in rainwater. 

"Are you going to let me in?" Chan didn't even give you a chance to move as he made his way into the apartment. Shocked you stared at him, shutting the front door and going after him. 

"My key didn't work, did you change the locks?" Just like that, it was as if the last three months of torture had never happened, he stripped out of his coat and sat down.

"Babe?"  Your whole body shuddered as you stared at him just sitting there. It was as if he'd never left as if he hadn't made the last three months hell on earth.

"What are you doing here?" You finally found your voice as you stared at him, watching as he looked up at you. As soon as your eyes locked with his everything hit you hard as you remembered that day you’d come home. The two of you had dated almost three years, living together for two of them and one night you came home from work and found nothing. No sign that he’d ever even lived there, all of your photos were missing from their frames and his stuff was packed up and gone.

"I wanted to come and see my girl-"

"DON'T! Don't you dare call me that! I am not "your girl", I haven't been "your girl" since you left," Chan stared at you shocked he figured if he came back everything would be as it was.

“Left?” The pure confusion on his face only seemed to anger you more as you stared back at him, gobsmacked that he thought he could just walk back into your life.

“You vanished for Three months. Three Months! And now you decide to come back around?” 

“I had things to do-”

“That’s all I get?! “things to do,” there’s no huge excuse you want to give to me?” You snapped at him once again, not caring if your neighbours could hear or if it could Hurt Chan’s feelings. Why should you care about his feelings when he clearly didn’t care about yours?

“I came home to an empty house, your clothes were gone, everything. No note. You were just gone as if nothing had happened between us,” Chan could tell why you would be angry with him but you weren’t giving him any chance to explain why he had to leave.

“If the relationship meant so little to you why didn't you just say something?" Chan rose up from the sofa and turned to face you, you hadn't moved from the living room door just stared at him. Arms folded tightly across your chest as you did your best not to break down in tears.

"You really believe that you meant so little to me?"

"No. I know it for a fact, you left me-"

"I left you because there was blackmail involved! What else was I supposed to do? Let you get hurt?!" The room fell into silence as you stared back at him. Blackmail? 

"Who was blackmailing you?" Concern dripped from your voice as you stared up at him, all of the anger suddenly leaving your system at the thought of someone threatening Chan.

"It doesn't matter now, all that matters is that it's over. They're gone and I can come back." You stared at him tearing up at the thought of him just being back in your life. As much as you hated him for leaving you knowing he left for a reason made it a little easier to understand. 

"You left me." You sobbed finally breaking down into tears as he rushed over to you. Clutching you in his arms as he kissed the top of your head, sinking onto the floor with you so he could cradle you in his arms.

"You just left," You whimpered as he continued to rub his hands up and down your back letting you sob and blame him as he held you. 

"I never wanted to hurt you...I needed to make sure the blackmail would stop and then I could come back. Everything has been taken care of." You looked up at him as you sniffled a little, wondering what or who it could have been that would do something to you both. 

"You could have told me...I could have helped?" You questioned as you looked to him,

"I didn't want to get you involved in it, it was messy." He mumbled as he looked down at you, holding your face in his hand.

"No one will ever bother us again, I promise...If there is an us." You knew there was going to be no easy fix, it wasn't as if he could just walk back into your life as he had tried to. 

"One date. You get one date," He nodded his head kissing the top of yours once again as you continued to sit there in his arms, enjoying the sensations of him being there with you.

MINHO: “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Watching the front door every second was beginning to feel like a daunting task, waiting forever for your boyfriend to walk through the door. Every car door that shut you shot up to look out of the window thinking that it could potentially be him coming home from his long day at the "studio," That turned out to be one of the biggest lies he'd ever told you. You'd been out that morning to go and get some shopping done when you saw Minho with another woman.

(X)

"I think this would suit you," You laughed as you pulled up a pregnancy shirt to your phone, showing your best friend who was stuck at home instead of out shopping with you. The two of you had planned a girls day out but now it was just you since she was on bedrest. 

"You have to get me it, I need it." She whined down the other end of the phone, you nodded getting her size as you went to go and pay. You were waiting in the linv when you glanced up to see Minho walking with some lady, she had her head thrown back in laughter as they walked with one another. 

"Y/n? Hello? What are you staring at?" Your friend giggled when you suddenly stopped speaking to her,

"Nothing...Just...Just daydreaming," You whispered as your eyes went back to Minho who now had his hand on the woman's lower back as they walked.

(X)

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” You questioned as soon as the door opened to reveal Minho standing there, 

"Come again?" He questioned as he put down his bags and looked at you confused, 

"Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” You repeated yourself waiting for him to either admit everything or lie straight to your face about where and who he had been with all day long. 

"What are you talking about?"

"What did you do today?" He rolled his eyes walking further into the shared home as he explained he had been at dance practice with Hyunjin and Felix all day.

"I saw you with the other woman." Everything inside of Minho froze as he turned to look at you, tears pouring down your face as you thought he was cheating on you but it couldn't have been further from the truth.

"You're being ridiculous, you don't need to start crying because I was spending time with someone else."

"I'm not crying because of that...You lied to me! You told me you would be with the boys and now you're with some other woman, what am I supposed to think?" You scoffed at him as you tried to think of any other reason that he could have been with another woman. 

"She was helping me pick a ring out." He explained making his way back over to his bag on the other side of the room, bending down as he looked up at you.

"A ring?" You frowned as he began hunting around in the bottom of his bag, pulling out a black box and showing it to you. 

"Yes. A ring. For you." Pulling the box open you saw one of the most beautiful rings you'd ever seen in your life, your birthstone in the middle as he looked at you. 

"I was going to ask you to marry me next weekend but I'm doing it now...I never want you to think I'm cheating on you," He took the box out of your hands and looked up at you, smiling brightly. 

"Will you marry me?"

CHANGBIN:  I was doing fine, really, and then you waltz back n like you didn’t break my heart

You watched with tear-filled eyes as Changbin walked into the venue of your wedding reception, smiling at guests as he made his way over to you. 

"I thought you didn't invite him," Your husband whispered as your eyes followed Changbin, never leaving him once as you continued watching him come closer. 

"I didn't. We haven't spoken in years," You reminded him as you could feel your heart beginning to pound. Watching the love of your life walking up to you on your wedding day. You had been in love with him for years, the two of you had been together since your teenage years and then one day he broke your heart. Told you that he never wanted to see you again and that was it, walked out of your life as if nothing had ever happened between you.

"Y/n, congratulations. I wanted to give you this." He handed you a small box and you smiled thanking him for the gift but he stayed standing there. 

"Can I take you for a dance?" Glancing at your husband who nodded you got up from the main table and over to the dance floor. Ignoring the looks you were getting from those around you who knew about your past with Changbin.

"How are you doing?" You scoffed at the question as he began to dance with you,

"Honestly, I was doing fine, really, and then you waltz back in like you didn’t break my heart..." You stared up at him as he looked down at you, 

"I had to come and see that he made you happy." You admitted as he spun you around in his arms a little, 

"He does. He makes me unbelievably happy." He smiled bringing you back to him as you both swayed in time to the slow music. There was a time in your life when this would have made your heart race and your mind weak but this did nothing for you. There was no emotion there for him anymore other than a friend or an acquaintance.

"There was a time when you would drop everything for me," He whispered as he continued to sway with you, 

"That was before you left me." You told him as you looked up at him, letting him know how serious you were that there were no feelings between you and him anymore.

"So there's nothing?" He questioned pulling you tighter into his chest as you stared at him, 

"Nothing." You admitted pushing him away when the song ended and going back to join your husband at the table while Changbin smiled as long as you were happy that was all that mattered to him.

HYUNJIN: we can’t be together, not like that 

You could feel eyes burning into the side of your head as you walked across the floor of the dorms towards the bathroom. The boys had all invited you around to celebrate their new comeback which meant it was a small party.

"Hyunjin." You breathed out when you felt Hyunjin coming into the bathroom and stand behind you. Hands pressed on the sink in front of you as you just enjoyed him standing so close to you. 

"I miss you," He whispered in your ear, slowly lowering his lips to your neck but you moved away from him shaking your head.

"We can't Be together, not like that." You told him as you made sure the door was locked, if someone walked in on you right now there would be far too many questions. 

"You're telling me you don't miss me?"

"Of course...Of course, I do," You breathed out as you looked at him, his eyes were saddened as he stared at you you knew how badly you wanted one another but it was bad news. The two of you would never work together and you knew that.

"Who says we can't be together?" His lips were on your neck and you lost your train of thought, just enjoying his lips on you. Forgetting everything you had been through together, the fighting, the yelling, the trust issues everything melted away when he touched you.

"I want you Y/n, I don't care about everything else." You sighed pushing him away but leaving your hands on his chest as you stared at him.

"We can't-"

"Why not?!" You stared at him as though he was crazy, shouting like that for anyone to hear. 

"This is why. We're not good together," You reminded him as you moved away to reach for the door handle. 

"You just don't want to try anymore,"

"Because I am tired Hyunjin...It's tiring constantly fighting with you, you're telling me you miss the fights?" He took your hand in his as he shook his head, bringing you close to him. 

"But I've changed...We've changed. We're closer as friends now and we won't fight as much."

"How do you know?" You counted, as much you wanted t believe that everything would be different this time there was no reason to believe that everything was different. Just because you spent more time getting to know one another instead of being in a relationship it didn't mean it was better.

"Do you even love me?" He questioned dropping his hand and staring at you, 

"How could you even ask me that?" You teared up looking back at him as you shook your head. 

"I've loved you almost all of my life," You told him as you reached up to touch his face, running your thumb under his right eye and smiling weakly. 

"So let's try it again...We don't tell the boys...We keep it hidden just until we know." He whispered as he inched closer to you once again until you closed the gap and kissed him. 

"Once. We can try this once." You whispered not being able to resist him, no matter how hard you tried.

JISUNG: I always thought there was good in people. That we’re all human, so we could be understood. But you? I can’t give you anymore chances. It ends here.

Staring down at your husband you couldn't believe what you were seeing as you saw him. Laying there naked in your shared bed with another woman as if you weren't heavily pregnant with his child, 

"You're unbelievable," You grumbled throwing a bag down onto the bed waking the sleeping pair up as you began to throw his clothes into the bag. 

"Babe! Wait! This isn't-"

"What it looks like? Because to me, it looks as though you're naked in bed with someone who isn't your wife!" You cried out, it could have been from the hormones making you angrier but you didn't care. You stuffed his clothes into the bag ignoring the naked woman he was with as she got up and ran to the bathroom. 

"I want you out of this house." You mumbled as you turned to look at him, he reached out for your hands to try and apologise and any other time that probably would have made you forgive him in an instant but not now 

"Please, it was a mistake." You scoffed dropping the packed bag onto the floor and shaking your head as you made your way over to the door. 

"I always thought there was good in people. That we’re all human, so we could be understood. But you? I can’t give you any more chances. It ends here." You hissed as you threw the door open and began to leave him standing there, 

"I'll be home in two hours. Get your shit and get out." You told him as you walked down the stairs and out of the front door to get into your car. There was no way you were going to stand for him doing it to you anymore.

(X)

"Y/n?" Jisung asked as you stood at the door in the pouring rain practically leaping into his arms as soon as he opened the door to you. 

"He was cheating on me again...I left him." You admitted to your best friend as he clutched you in his arms never letting you go. 

"Shhh, it's okay." He whispered as he pulled you into his apartment, shutting the door as he continued to hold you.

"I'm going to b-be alone, raising a baby alone I can't do that." You panicked as he rocked you back and forth a little. 

"You won't be alone. I'll be there...I'll be there all of the time." He whispered as he kissed your forehead softly, reminding you over and over again until you finally believed him.

"You promise?" You asked as you looked up at him, his hand on your cheek as he nodded over and over again. 

"Never getting rid of me." He winked before kissing your lips softly in the moment but neither of you said anything, you just kissed him again before getting up from the floor to go and shower.

FELIX: “Don’t die on me please, I need you with me you’re the only thing that keeps me from going insane,

"Do you not trust me?" You asked as you stared at Felix who said nothing in return. 

"Then what's the point?" You questioned him as you grabbed an overnight bag, throwing everything you could into it before walking out of the bedroom. 

"Tell me you're not sleeping with him!" He yelled as you continued to walk away,

"What difference will it make if you don't trust me?" You told him as you yanked the door open and walked out.

"You can't go!" Felix screamed as you stormed out of the shared home you had together, 

"I never want to see you again!" You cried back at him, throwing bags into the back of your car as you had another fight. The fourth one that week over something so stupid and small it seemed insignificant to Felix now.

"You have nowhere to go," He pleaded with you to stay in the apartment but you were to angry to stay there with him, you were through were being accused of something you hadn't done. 

"Y/n. Please." He begged watching as you got into your car and drove off without another word. The fight had been over you spending too much time with Changbin, he didn't mean for it to go as far as it had.

(X)

Felix had practically sped through every red light in order to get to the hospital to find you. He'd gotten the call you'd been in an accident almost an hour after you left the house and that he had to get to you right away. 

"Y/n." He choked out when he saw you laying on the bed hooked up to so many different machines he didn't know where they started or ended. He sat down beside you clutching onto your hand tightly not caring that his hand was sweating. The machines beeping and making sounds were worrying him, the doctor hadn't been around to see him yet so he had time to beg with you to stay with him.

"Don’t die on me please, I need you with me you’re the only thing that keeps me from going insane...I know we both said stuff we didn't mean but please." He sobbed into the blankets as he continued to hold your hand. 

"Your hand is sweating...Get off." You whined pulling your hand out of his as you turned to stare at him. 

"You're not in a coma?!" His voice cracked as he looked at you, 

"No...I was sleeping off the meds they've got me on." You groaned looking at him when you realised how hard he was crying.

"Lix...I broke my leg...What did they say to you?"

"That you were in a car accident." He sniffled as he looked at you,

"Yeah...A Car hit me." You moaned pulling back the sheets to reveal a bright red cast on your leg, both of you let out small laughs as you shook your heads. 

"So...I stop you going insane?" You teased as you sat up in the bed looking at him. 

"I trust you. I trust you with everything I'm sorry I accused you." He whispered as he took your hand in his once again, you smiled weakly. 

"I'm sorry I was dramatic and stormed out." You whispered looking back at him as he shook his head both of you forgetting that the morning had even happened.

SEUNGMIN: Why didn’t you tell me?

It had been almost six months since the last time Seungmin had even seen you, everything had been fine between you but then one day you stopped talking to him. You didn't text or call. He went to your apartment but there were no signs of you, it was obvious you lived there but you were never home. He'd camped outside all day and night once just to see if you were avoiding him but there was nothing.

"Hello, this is Seungmin." He answered his phone in Chan's studio waiting for the leader to go to lunch with him.

"Y/n Y/l/n? You must have the wrong number-"

"No sir, she told us to call you...You're her emergency contact." Seungmin frowned hearing that he was your emergency contact after all of this time. 

"Y/n would like us to ask you to come and see her. I'll send you the address."

The address was the local hospital and the longer Seungmin stared at it the more his mind began to race, why would you have the hospital call him?

"I'll drive you over." Chan whispered as he rubbed Seungmin's shoulder, he still hadn't moved since he'd gotten the text.

(X)

"I'm Seungmin, I'm looking for Miss Y/l/n's room." A nurse said nothing as she began leading him through hallways that all looked the same to him until he found you. Sitting there in a hospital bed as though nothing had changed, you looked the same as he had seen you last beside the hospital gown.

"I thought you died!" He yelled at you as he walked into the room, you said nothing as you let him get all of his anger out. You knew he had every right to be angry with you for disappearing for months, 

"Seungmin-"

"You call out of the blue!? What happened? Where have you been?" You gestured around the room. 

"I've been here..."

"The...The whole time?" You nodded at him as you looked down at the bedsheets, you'd gotten sick months ago but you never wanted to tell Seungmin. You didn't want to bring him into something like this when he had his job to think about. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" You teared up hearing the hurt in his voice as he sat down on the chair beside your bed, 

"I didn't want to worry you?" He scoffed looking at you, 

"You did the opposite...You just left...No call...No text." You looked back at him feeling your throat beginning to lump up as you stared at him. 

"I knew I was sick when I was with you but I thought it was a bug and it would pass but when time went past and I got worse I knew something was wrong." You admitted as you laid back against the pillows behind you, 

"I'm better now...They found out what was wrong with me and I'm healing." You looked at him as you smiled weakly. 

"I wanted you to know the real reason I wasn't around...I didn't want you to think I hated you or didn't love you...Because I love you a lot." He reached out to take your hand and squeezed it softly.

"From now on we do everything together...No more running away." He whispered leaving a kiss on your hands.

JEONGIN: “Letting you go was the hardest thing I ever had to do” 

Attending a party with all of your old school friends had seemed like a good idea at the time but as you made your way around you couldn't help but regret it. Everywhere you turned Jeongin was standing there speaking with someone you knew or dancing whenever you wanted to go and dance.

"You can't avoid me forever," Jeongin chuckled as he looked at you standing in the kitchen, all you could do was stare at him. He'd changed so much since the last time you saw him, the last time you saw him he was getting onto a train promising to text you when he got to Seoul but he never did.

"I can try." You mumbled as you attempted to walk away from him but he blocked you, placing his arm on the door frame so you couldn't leave. Your eyes followed his arm and up to his face as you stared at him, waiting for him to say or do something.

“Letting you go was the hardest thing I ever had to do," Blinking at him you waited for him to finish the joke he was saying but he never did, 

"Letting me go!? LETTING ME GO!?" As soon as you began yelling Jeongin ushered you out of the back door of the house to stop people from staring at you. 

"You left me! You left me without any word!" You cried out as you walked onto the grass staring at him as if he had grown a second head. 

"I didn't leave you." He answered plainly as he stared at you,

"So what do you call never texting or calling me again? What about when I called you and your phone number was no longer in service?" Jeongin just stared back at you as innocent as possible, as if he truly believed that he had done nothing wrong to you.

"I had to focus on my job," You couldn't believe that he was trying to blame never texting, calling or even emailing you on his work. You knew what he did for a living but did he really expect you to believe that?!

"And you couldn't do that with me around?" You questioned as you stood face to face with him. 

"How about this? There was a dating ban and I figured it would be easier than breaking up with you! Someone I had loved for almost four years," You stared up at him not saying anything as he admitted that he loved you. You loved him back, you always had and always will but when he left he was nothing more than a friend to you, the two of you had been so close you were always compared to as a couple. 

"Loved me?" You questioned as you stared up at him, his hand slowly rising to rub his thumb over your lips. 

"Love. Past, Present and future." Without a single thought about it, you smashed your lips against his, pushing your hands into his hair as you made out with him. 

"I'll take that as an "I love you too," He chuckled as you whimpered at him, crashing your lips together once again. Never wanting to stop in case you woke up and this was all some kind of weird dream you had been having.

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My Friend’s Father (Part Eleven)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Smut, Domestic Violence, Angst

Words: 1,566

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‘Jesus Amalie’ Cillian gasped as he pulled away from her in less than a second, causing Amalie to display some form of disappointment.

‘This is inappropriate. I think you realise that’ Cillian then said calmly before telling Amalie to cover up. He didn’t want Denise to walk in on them and get the wrong idea.

‘I am sorry. I thought that, perhaps, you might be attracted to me. Most men are’ Amalie said a little surprised but without any hesitation at all, causing Cillian to cock an eyebrow.

‘Well, I am not. Sorry’ Cillian said, shaking his head in surprise about her bluntness.

‘Sure? Because it could stay between us, you know? Even if you have someone, that’s fine with me’ Amalie said, running her hands over Cillian’s chest.

‘I am sure Amalie and I am going to be straight to be honest with you. Even if I wasn’t seeing anyone else, I wouldn’t be interested, alright?’ he said firmly, moving her hands away from him and causing Amalie to nod.

‘I am sorry’ she then said, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘Alright…have a good night, okay?’ he then said, almost amused by the situation, before walking into his bedroom.

***

By the point he walked into his bedroom, his phone had gone off four times already as you had decided that you were bored.

You had sent him one picture after another followed by a question.

“Which set of lingerie should I wear for you when you get here on Friday? Xx” you texted, causing Cillian to gasp and stare before picking up the phone and call you.

“You are killing me with those pictures you know that?” he whispered and you couldn’t help but laugh about his reaction. You were still wearing lingerie in all of the photographs you had sent him and, yet, he was clearly turned on by them.

“I am sorry, I just can’t wait to see you again” you responded and Cillian was quick to tell you that he couldn’t wait either before informing you about what happened with Amalie.

“I don’t blame her, you know” you told him before reminding him on the night you seduced him rather bluntly as well.

“That was a little different though” Cillian chuckled but you didn’t think that it was different at all. In fact, the situation was quite similar and the only difference was that the feeling of attraction between you and Cillian was mutual.

“If you wouldn’t have me, would you have…?” you asked and, before you could finish your sentence, Cillian interrupted you.

“No, she’s not my type at all” Cillian said without hesitation.

“So, what is your type then?” you asked curiously.

“Intelligent women, who are down to earth and funny and, of course, there needs to be physical attraction too and, whilst Amalie is pretty, she’s lacking something…for me at least” he explained quietly so that no one could hear.

“Good” you said, before asking him about his choice of lingerie again and he outright told you that he didn’t care because, whatever you choose to wear, would come off rather quickly anyway.

Matters escalated from there and, after talking about Amalie’s actions, you reached the point where you felt as though you needed to mark your territory in some way.

*** Phone Sex ***

You: So, once the lingerie comes off, what would you do to me?

Cillian: I think I would want spend an extraordinary amount of time in between your legs, making love to you with my tongue.

You: Hmm, you are so good at that too. I honestly can’t wait Cillian. I might need to pleasure myself tonight just at the thought of it

Cillian: It drives me wild thinking of you pleasuring yourself, especially without me there. So, are you going to?

You: Already started.

Cillian: That was quick.

You: I told you earlier, I'm in the mood. There is no stopping me.

Cillian: Are you naked?

You: I am naked on your bed with my fingers inside my pussy.

Cillian: Do you have a vibrator?

You: Maybe.

Cillian: That’s a yes…use it.

You: Are you naked?

Cillian: Not yet.

You: Take off your clothes.

Cillian: Alright.

You: Are you hard?

Cillian: I’ve been hard for a while.

You: Stroke your cock for me.

Cillian: Already started. Have you found your vibrator yet?

You: Yes, can’t you hear it buzzing away?

Cillian: Is it deep inside you?

You: As far as it'll go. Circling around inside me. It feels lovely. But your cock would feel so much better inside me.

Cillian: Fuck babe, I can just imagine what you look like spread out across my bed with your vibrator inside you.

You: Do you want a picture?

Cillian: You know I do.

You: Alright, keep stroking your cock for me and I will send you one.

[Sent Picture]

Cillian: Fuck.

You: I knew you would like it. Now tell me, what would you do to me if you found me on your big bed like this?

Cillian: I would get rid of the vibrator and replace it with my tongue and fingers.

You: Ummhh. Sounds nice. I'd like that.

Cillian: And I'd keep licking until you tell me to stop because you can’t take it anymore.

You: Then what?

Cillian: I'd move up to put my cock in your mouth and make you take in all the way.

You: Oh. I'd like that. I'd suck it well.

Cillian: You would.

You: You know you are the first man I ever did this with?

Cillian: Seriously? You are a natural talent then and I feel very privileged. In fact, that just turns me on even more, being the first man you did this with.

You: There is a lot of things I want to try with you that I haven’t done before.

Cillian: Like what?

You: I want you to tie me up one day and have your way with me. Then maybe some spanking too. Maybe even anal sex, let’s see.

Cillian: Jesus Y/N. I can’t wait to do all these things with you.

You: Oh god, me neither. Are you still playing with yourself there?

Cillian: Of course. You?

You: Yes…I am very close too but my vibrator just died.

Cillian: Take it out.

You: I did.

Cillian: Is it very wet?

You: It actually is. The whole shaft. I must be very aroused.

Cillian: I want you to lick it.

You: Seriously?

Cillian: Yeah, do it for me. It’s a big turn on.

You: Alright.

Cillian: Tell me what it tastes like.

You: Like my pussy I would imagine.

Cillian: So it tastes pretty good then.

You: It's not gross. It's very wet.

Cillian: Is your pussy free now?

You: It is.

Cillian: Slide your fingers in?

You: Okay. Here they go.

Cillian: Slide them in and out, nice and deep. Your fingers should be soaking by now.  

You: Hmm, fuck I am so wet Cillian.

Cillian: Good. Keep fingering yourself. Hard and deep. Plunge them right in there and then I want you to take your fingers out and suck them for me.

You: So good, but I would much rather lick my juices of your throbbing cock.

Cillian: Your mouth would certainly feel so much better around my cock than my hand does.

You: Tell me what you would be doing if your cock was in my mouth right now.

Cillian: I think I would want to cum in your mouth. It’s so fucking sexy when you swallow my cum.

You: God, I love the taste of your cum. But the problem is that, you cumming in my mouth makes me want your cock even more.  

Cillian: Fuck, just the thought of cumming in your mouth is too much Y/N.

You: Are you close?

Cillian: So fucking close.

You: Me too. Oh god…fuck.

****

With those last words, you came in unison, moaning into the phone as you were talking to each other. You were fingering your pussy hard and fast while Cillian was stroking his cock thoroughly, seeking his realise.

‘Jesus I think I made a mess on your bed’ you said, breathing heavily as you came down from your high.

‘I wish I could have seen it’ Cillian gasped, also trying to catch his breath.

‘I will give you your own personal show on Friday’ you then said just before you heard the doorbell ring.

You were worried to open the door, not knowing who it was and Cillian wasn’t expecting anyone.

‘Just go to the door and see who it is. If anyone asks, you are a friend of Denise and I let you stay there’ Cillian suggested while he was staying on the phone, somewhat nervously and curious at the same time.

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