#but there's also a thing my friends when i cut contact told me to admit myself to a mental hospital that i was this and that and needed

[muertawrites]

I Know What Those Stains Are (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: i feel like robin’s face explains it all, really

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: PG-13 references to s*x and dr*gs, Robin being the best worst friend (ilhsm), pure shenanigans, harsh language in the author’s note bc i’m a motherfucking lady and you bitches can’t do shit about it

Author’s Note: this ended up longer than i thought it would but it was worth it tbh. i stg dissociating with eddie munson-colored glasses on is the only thing keeping me sane right now. i’m so fucking depressed. pray for me to finish my masters dissertation and immediately fuck right out of the shithole i’m stuck in to the life i fucking deserve ✌🏻

"Eddie has these... weird stains on his sheets."

Robin stares at you pointedly from the other side of your kitchen island, her lips curled into a tiny, knowing smirk.

Damn her and her privileged security clearance.

Being best friends ("We're soulmates," Robin always insists) means you have a pact - top secret information is kept closely between you, nothing held back or excluded. She'd come out to you before she even came out to her parents because she knew you wouldn't be weird about it. Your relationship is one of pure, unadulterated, platonic adoration, which means everything is safe.

And is exactly why she's pried about your "friendship" (as she refers to it, always with air quotes) with Eddie Munson since the two of you started hanging out a little over a year ago. He fixed your car at a steep discount when it needed emergency service; when you ran into him at one of his shows the following week, you bought him a drink to thank him, and the rest is history.

"I've never been in his room so I wouldn't know," you lie.

Robin laughs.

"You call me from his place once a week," she retorts. "It's a suspicious amount of time to spend with the local pot dealer for someone who freaks out with even the slightest contact high."

"I told you, he's just nice," you groan. "What's so bad about me hanging out with a nice guy? You've seen the guys I usually get caught up with, and you have to admit, Eddie's a huge improvement."

Robin snaps her attention back to you, eyes wide and smile wider as she freezes over the popcorn she's watching on the stove.

"So you admit it," she says. "He's... a guy... and he’s... huge..."

She waggles her eyebrows. You grab a marshmallow from the open pack on the counter and lob it at her, smacking her right between the eyes.

"He's a boy that I'm friends with," you correct her. "That doesn't make him my boyfriend."

"Does this friendship come with a benefits package?"

She gives you bedroom eyes over her shoulder, taunting you. You stare back at her, expressionless.

"You went into an alternate dimension," you comment, "and all you can think to talk to me about are Eddie Munson’s sheets. Unbelievable."

"You also went into that dimension," Robin reminds you. "There's nothing I can say that you haven't already seen. You guys have just gotten a lot closer since we all saved the world together, and I was just... wondering."

She shrugs like it means nothing as she transfers the popcorn from its pan into a bowl, but her cheeky gaze through her lashes at you tells you otherwise.

She totally knows. She's just waiting for you to admit it.

The rumble of an engine outside cuts your conversation short, the familiar clunk of a door slamming shut making your heart leap into your throat. Robin notices the tiny change in your expression, how your eyes light up the moment the van rolls into your driveway, and her smirk grows all the more sinister.

"Prince Charming has arrived," she teases.

You aggressively ignore her as Eddie's heavy footsteps ring down the hall, the man himself appearing moments later. You're thankful when he refrains from kissing you on the cheek, as he usually does the second he’s close enough. 

"Hey!" he greets you both, slapping a large hand on your shoulder in an entirely friendly, totally unromantic display of affection. Robin isn't immune to the way his hand stays there, migrating to the back of your neck, his thumb tenderly stroking at your skin.

"What brings you over, party crasher?" she wonders.

"Oh, just dropping off a mixtape."

He slips the cassette smoothly into your hand, which you cover up with the sleeve of your sweatshirt before Robin has a chance to glimpse what's on the label.

"Mind if I grab a beer?" Eddie asks. "Partake in some popcorn?"

"You're gonna do it anyway, so go crazy," you reply.

He grins sweetly at you, giving your bum an appreciative squeeze below the counter where Robin can't see it.

"Too late!"

He bounds out of the room, disappearing into the living room with a Bud Lite and a fistful of popcorn in his hand. Your “girls only” movie night has just become a “girls only plus Eddie” one. 

The air in the room grows tense. You stand perfectly still, both you and Robin staring each other down, waiting to see who’ll speak first. Her gaze is smoldering, burning into yours with ruthless intention. 

“Didn’t know you guys had an open doors policy,” she finally notes. “It’s all very... interesting.” 

She slowly starts to stalk around the corner of the island, trailing her hand nonchalantly (or what she thinks is nonchalantly) across the countertop. You back up, taking one step for each of hers, knowing exactly what she’s about to do. 

That still doesn’t stop you from shrieking as she jumps you, her hands snatching at the cassette tape now tucked inside your sweatshirt sleeve. 

“Robin, you’re acting totally feral!” you yell, trying in vain to keep her out of your shirt. 

She cackles as she wrestles the little rectangle of plastic from your grasp, shoving her hand into your face to keep you back as you claw at her. Her eyes widen and jaw drops as she reads the label, an incredulous laugh escaping her throat. 

“Songs We’re Gonna Bone To?!” she howls, reading the title aloud. “Oh my god, you guys made a mixtape to have sex to?! I knew it!” 

You cross your arms, pressing your lips harshly together as you glare at her, wishing you could make her head explode. 

“See, this is why I didn’t say anything,” you quip. “... And Eddie made it, not me.” 

Robin’s neck audibly cracks, she turns around so fast. She looks like a seven year old kid who’s just woken up on Christmas morning. 

“What’s on it?” she whispers. 

She’s out the door before you can answer, sprinting down the hall into your bedroom and smacking the tape inside your player so fast she’s little more than a blur. Queen’s Fat Bottomed Girls starts blaring from the speakers, causing a fierce blush to erupt across your cheeks. She slaps the skip button, moving on to KISS’s I Was Made For Lovin’ You, followed by Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me. You bury your face in your hand, entirely unable to meet her gaze as she savors your embarrassment. 

“What a massive cheese ball,” she chuckles. “Is the sex good, though? Like, he’s given you at least one orgasm, right?” 

You’re laying face down on your bed, craving the sweet release of death when Eddie appears in the doorway.

“Why the hell’s everyone screaming?” he questions, frantic. “Did another portal open up? Baby, are you okay?” 

“Aaaaaahhhh he calls you BABY!” Robin shrieks. She doubles over, collapsing to the floor in hysterical laughter.

You sit up, taking one of the pillows off your mattress and chucking it at Eddie. He catches it, just barely, stumbling backward in shock and confusion. 

“Change your fucking sheets, Munson!” 

🌹💀 get your eddie fix 💀🌹

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[rafeswifeee]

dark!rafe finds u sneaking into ur house at 2am and finds out u have been hanging around with the pogues and assumes that u fucked jj so he fucks the jj out of u ( u never even fucked jj ) 👏👏

Fucking Pogues.

word count — alottttt

Pairing: Dark Rafe Cameron x (female) Reader

▶️ This is dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

(Give me more ideas guys aswell)

WARNINGS: Dark!Rafe, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, domestic violence, manipulation, heavy smut

SUMMARY: thinking ur smarter then rafe and then getting the shit fucked out of you.

AN: this is my second post and thank you to everyone that followed me and liked my first post I hope u enjoy this one, make sure u give me ur darkest ideas. Please, reblog and give me feedback.

18+ ONLY MINOR DNI!!

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You quietly but sneakily entered your house, locking the door behind you. It was currently 2 am, and you had just driven home from the other side of the island because you had to sneak around to hang out with your friends pope,jj,Sarah,John b and kiara. Your boyfriend Rafe didn't like your pick of friends, often calling them ‘dirty ass pogues’ and claiming that they were all ‘trying to take you away from him,,’ and that fucking annoyed me because they are such a kind and chill group of people and they meant a lot to me.

Just because Rafe had some sort of rivalry with The Pogues didn't mean you had to, and to be honest, the reasons he has for disliking them are so childish; because of his ‘little problem’ with them, you were most of the time isolated. But Still, you wouldn't let Rafe take away your social life, so you would sometimes sneak out your window late at night, go to the cut, visit your friends, and come back home as if nothing happened.

He also accuses you of having a crush on jj and flirting with him which is totally stupid because you only see jj as a friend nothing more? You definitely were not going to cut all your friends off because Rafe told you to. It wasn't like you were going behind his back and cheating.

You always made sure you covered all of your tracks so u didn’t get caught. Knowing Rafe had your location at all times, you left your phone at home every time you snuck out. You would always make it back in two-three hours at the most just to be extra careful. You knew if Rafe found out about you sneaking around, he would be fucking furious; you had been disobeying him for months and lying straight to his face.

As you crept up your stairs, trying to be as silent as you could, you couldn't help but laugh and giggle for some reason; even though you hated to admit it, you and Rafe never did anything fun together. I guess, you two had ‘fun’ in his way, like going to party’s,golfing,doing drugs, ‘Rafe stuff,’ but you two would never do anything you wanted to do, and with The Pogues, it was the opposite; you got to get messy stuff, get absolutely wasted on the beach, surfing together and even do girly things like trying new styles on Sarah or kiara’s hair or do eachothers makeup, just things that would be impossible to do with rafe. It was a weight of my shoulders to finally do something fun that you actually loved.

You slowly and gently opened your bedroom door, which was pitch black; you had turned all your lights out before you left; you felt around on the wall for the light switch, flipping it upwards. The lights blinded you for a minute or two, but you jumped when you saw the tall built figure on your chair that u have in the corner of your room. When your eyes finally adjusted to the really bright lights, it was 100% worse than what you could’ve ever imagined.

Rafe was sitting on your white fluffy chair that he had bought you, staring directly into your soul; his face was dull but had a spark of anger in it, which was horrifying.

You stood there as frozen as a statue not knowing what to do, not able to break the tense eye contact or move.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Rafe asked, breaking the silence; his voice was deep as fuck, empty of emotion as he got comfy on your chair, manspreading waiting for you to explain yourself

You tried to speak but nothing was coming out, your throat felt dry, you felt like u couldn’t breath and it was starting to get really hot all of a sudden, you were speechless.

“Don’t make me repeat myself y/n,” Rafe said smirking and talking loud and clear waiting for you to speak once again; he was allowing you to come clean and tell the truth.

“I was…” you blinked a couple of tears back. “I was with the Pogues but I swear we wasn’t doing anything stupid or getting in trouble we were just hanging out.” you looked up and then back at him trying to ignore the nervousness running through your body, fidgeting with your hands waiting for his response.

Rafe smirk immediately dropped into the most serious face you’ve ever seen. Did this anger him?

“What have I told u about those dirty ass Pogues y/n.” Rafe shouted standing up out of the chair walking towards you slowly, looking at your shoes thinking about what he said. “U have some sort of obsession with these Pogues” he said pissed off, awaiting a response.

“No I don’t there just my frie-”you said trying to speak but rafe cut you off, his head tilting slightly and his eyes narrowing like he had just figured out something.

He began walking closer to u until u was pinned against the wall.

“Yeah you do have an obsession with them and especially with jj ur fucking him aren’t you?” Rafe questioned you gripping you by your neck as he combs his finger through his hair.

“No rafe what the fuck are u crazy no I’m not he’s just my friend!”You say accidentally raising your voice at him, you

Realised you shouted at him and looked back down at your shoes.

“Lower ur tone when u fucking speak to me!”rafe yells back at me a bit walking over to the bed and sitting down on it

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice and we were just hanging out, and I'm sorry; I know I should have-” You were just blurting out anything that came to mind, trying to improve this situation.

“Come here.” Your boyfriend mumbled, cutting you off; his voice was low,demanding and shaky.

“N-no”I say shaking my head to nervous to go near him right now

“Ok,” he shakes his head before running his hand through his hair again and saying something under his breath that you didn't quite catch.

But before I know it rafe’s charging towards me angrily,I try make a run for it out the bedroom door but I felt a handful of my hair being pulled into a tight grip.I try to fight him off but he’s to strong,he bends me over the bed and pulled my shorts down revealing my black lace thong.

if you make any noise…” he paused just for a second,giving a hard smack to your ass. “I'll kick your fucking teeth in.” he threatened, voice still shaking. “Do u understand me?”

I nod as best as I could considering my heads shove into one of the pillows.Then i hear the noises of his belt unbuckling and his pants falling down.

“Good girl”he says giving another hard slap to my ass before moving my lace thong to the side lining up his dick with my entrance

“rafey can u go slow.” you moan as he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds, feeling how wet you are. “Please.” you shudder as he pushes against your entrance, his cock easily entering you with how wet you are.

“ready?” rafe hums, and before you can register his question, his thrusts suddenly deepening and quickening, pounding into you while pulling you back onto his cock with his one hand.

“oh fuck!” you shout out, not caring who in the area is going to hear you screaming.

Rafe smacks his hand over your mouth turning ur loud moans into muffles.

“Did I say u could make a noise u stupid slut?”he questions knowing u can’t answer him

I just shake my head no quickly and he continues to pound in me 100x faster than he was before taking his hand off my mouth and rapidly rubbing my clit with it instead

“Whose pussy is this?”he questioned pounding faster into ur tight little pussy knowing u was close to cumming

“Y-yours daddy f-fuck” you said messing up ur words from how much pleasure was going through ur body

“you gonna cum for me?” rafe questions, his fingers still rapidly rubbing over your clit. you feel his cock swelling inside of you and know he’s not too far away himself.

“Y-yes fuck I-I’m cummingggg” you scream out squirting all over his dick and hand

He continues to chase his nut since he was almost there, overstimulating you in the process until u feel warm liquid release into you.

U roll over onto ur back and lay there tired as fuck ur eyes shutting by the minute and rafe lays ontop of you

“Your mine,not jj’s not anyone else’s.mine and if you speak to jj ever again I’ll kill u and him got it?” He questions you

“Yeah I understandddd” is half asleep

“Atta girl” was the last thing y/n heard from rafe before she fell into a deep sleep for the night

Whoever requested this lemme know if I did I good job and if I could improve anything let me know pookies x💙

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[runnning-outof-time]

Hello! Can I request John with "Do you actually love me?"

Hi there @kpoploverxx-12 ! Thanks so much for sending this in! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write it! I hope you like what I did with it! This is my favorite John fic that I’ve written in a long time….it might even be my favorite fic of this celebration. Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

Exactly Like That

John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 683

Summary: Two friends become a something a little more than that when John lets those three words slip.

John and (Y/N) were sitting on the bank of the Cut, like they usually do. They’d gone there nearly every Friday for the last ten years, spare the years when John was away at war. Whenever he’d come home though, they’d somehow find themselves sitting there.

In a way, it became like their therapy. The calming sound of the water flowing became the backdrop that the two would share their goings on to.

It was there that these two became closer to each other than anyone else in their lives.

John just finished telling (Y/N) what was happening in his family. She was the one person who would listen to everything and not tell a soul. She did so because she knew John would do the same for her. They were both thankful for each other in that regard.

“You’ll get through it, John. You always do,” she said to him, a smile forming as she turned to face him. “And hey, if you don’t, I know that I’ve got a handsome amount of money coming my way,” she joked then, cracking up at her own statement.

John couldn’t help but laugh. Her laughter was like music to his ears. It always instantly put him in a better mood. “I love you,” he admitted once his laughter died down and he’d been watching at her as she came down from her fit of giggles from a few moments ago.

“Yeah,” she agreed, not really hearing what he said at first. Silence fell over them as (Y/N) looked down to the water again. Then it clicked. “Do you actually love me?” she asked, a seriousness present in her voice that hadn’t been there seconds ago. This conversation had essentially changed tones on a dime.

“Yeah, course I do,” John responded without a second thought.

(Y/N) froze for a moment, her heart rate quickening. “Yeah, well not like that, right?” she scrambled to ask while mentally telling herself to calm down and not get ahead of herself.

John’s eyes danced over her face for a moment, taking her features in before the slightest smile graced his lips. “No, exactly like that,” he spoke with sincerity, like it was the most important thing he’d ever said.

(Y/N) let out a breath, her eyes going wide as she quickly looked straight again. She was freaking out now, and she didn’t want him to see it. In all their years of friendship, she never thought that things would get to this point…where she’d make her feelings for him known.

Nothing was said as John reached over and gently took hold of (Y/N)’s chin so that he could guide her eyes back to his. They held eye contact for a few moments, the air around them holding this weird tension that neither of them had experienced before.

John just had to break it. “I love you, (Y/N). Have since you and I was kids,” he told her, speaking softly due to their proximity, but she heard every word clear as day. She also didn’t miss his eyes as they flitted down to her lips. There was no hesitation in her moving the slightest bit closer to him, showing him that she wanted exactly what he wanted. He licked his lips before continuing, “…been wantin’ to do this for a long time too,” he breathed, giving her no time to respond - if she even wanted to - before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss felt exactly like those kisses that are described in the romance novels…the ones that sweep people off of their feet. (Y/N) was thankful that they were sitting, because otherwise she wasn’t sure if she could trust her legs to hold her up.

“I love you too, John,” she breathed against his lips once they broke the kiss. Her eyes were closed, but she was able to feel his smile, and that alone made her smile. Nothing else was said as their lips met again…nothing more was needed to be said.

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[pettydollie]

I have a request if you are interested? :)

A teen!dad jess. He has a best friend from New York (she can have a name or it can be Y/N, you can choose) (they are endgame, jess never had feelings for Rory but she has feelings for Jess, it won't go anywhere) Jess and his best friend have a kid, they co-parent (whether they are dating already or in the future is up to you) Jess gets sent to Stars Hallow, she ends up moving to stars Hallow to, to be close to Jess and so their kid can be with him too (she is emancipated, plus Jess knows she's coming because they keep in contact) if anyone reading this would like to turn this into an actual story, I'm totally down for reading it :) if you choose this request, I look forward to reading it. Thank you!!

hi noonie!! this is my first requests omg wowowow i think this is a great idea! im sorry if its kinda sloppy and not how u wanted! but i hope u enjoyy ! wc: 1.7k also i saw how you said that jess knew she was coming, but whats more fun than a suprise? ;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As your best friend grabbed his bag and walked towards you and your one-year-old son, you forced yourself to keep your composure. You didn't know how you were going to okay without him. You'll still see him when he comes back to visit for holidays and such, but it won't be the same. You didn't want Jess to leave and neither did he, but he had no choice. He walked over to you and S/N. Reaching out for his father, S/N cooed and Jess took him from you. Jess held him preciously like it would be the last time. "Be good for your mom kid." He kissed his head.

He put down S/N into his crib before walking over to you and grabbed both of your hands. "I'm going to call you twice a day. Morning and night, okay? If there's anything you need, I'm there for you." He explained clearly. You nodded your head as you chewed on your lip, unable to form words. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a tight hug. Jess Mariano was your best friend. Having S/N was an accident, but you and Jess both believed that everything happens for a reason, so you kept him. And neither of you regret it. Your relationship is a little odd, but you love him nonetheless. You pulled away and kissed his cheek. "You'll be okay." You whispered, wiping a tear from your cheek. "And so will you, Y/N. You're the strongest person I know." You smiled softly at his words and gave him a picture of the three of you. He grinned and held it tightly. "Don't miss your bus, buddy." You joked. He ruffled your hair and waved goodbye.

A year later, you still feel the same as you did before. You know, the same day the two of you created a child, the same day you gave birth, and the same day he left. And you were panicking. "Oh, S/N, I'm so excited!" You jumped around making S/N giggle. He bounced along with you. "But I'm nervous too. What if he found someone else?" Then you gasped. "What if he cut all of his hair off?" You exaggerated just to see S/N's goofy smile. "This isn't about me though. This is all for you!" You tickled him (ugh, he's so darn cute). You grabbed your luggage, held S/N on your hip, and left the apartment. Stars Hollow was a cute name, you had to admit. You were thrilled to live in a small town! When you arrived, you stepped off the bus and looked around. Just as you imagined, it looked great! But maybe you should’ve told Jess you decided to be spontaneous and move to Connecticut. On the other hand, Jess could be on the verge of dying from boredom, so a surprise is the perfect thing to cheer him up.

“Thoughts, S/N?” You asked, clenching your hand into a fist as a pretend mic to his mouth. Your adorable son stared at you with his gorgeous eyes. Damn he looks just like his mother. Kidding, he’s an exact replica of Jess. Anywho, you accepted his answer and began to explore.

45 minutes later, you realized that you didn’t plan this out well enough like you thought. Even after talking to Jess everyday on the phone for an entire year, you didn’t know where exactly he was located. Fortunately, you took notice that people often went into a cute little diner called “William’s Hardware Store”, so you followed the crowd into the diner a little bit confused because this didn’t look like a hardware store. You walked in and almost immediately, people started turning to look at you. But atleast S/N enjoyed the attention.

You cleared your throat awkwardly and walked over to the stools at the counter and sat next to a girl around your age. You placed S/N in your lap and took in your surroundings. The girl you were sat next to turned around and gave you a bright grin. “Hi! You’re the new girl, aren’t you?” Her voice was sweet like candy (in the best way possible). “That I am! I’m Y/N. And this dude here is S/N.” You grabbed his hand making him give a little wave. She giggled. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. And you too, S/N.” She tickled his belly quickly and perked up to you. “I’m Rory!”

You looked to where a boy was coming out of a hidden room and THERE HE WAS IRJAHDJWHS

Thank goodness he didn’t cut all of his hair off. You suddenly felt butterflies in your stomach, which you hated. Rory turned to face where you were looking and scoffed. But he was right out the door as quickly as he came. “Not the best of friends?” You asked, jokingly. “Jess? It's.. kind of weird right now. But yeah, no.” She informed you. You nodded. Weird? Like romantic weird?

“Hey, what can I get you?”

You turned away from Rory and looked in front of you. This looks EXACTLY like who Jess explained to be his uncle, Luke. You remember seeing a sign saying “Luke’s” bellow the hardware store sign. Backwards baseball cap, plaid shirt, scruffy facial hair, this must be him. “This is Luke, Y/N. Luke, Y/N just moved here from.. where?” Rory introduced and then turned to you. “New York.” You replied. “Oh, welcome. What part? My nephew Jess is from New York also.” Luke smiled. “Same as him.” You responded. Rory and Luke looked confused and you felt awkward again. Not the right choice of words.

That was until Luke’s face changed from “what is she talking about?” to “ohhh THAT Y/N!” You're glad you didn't have to explain.

“Y/N! It’s great to meet you! How are you? Is this S/N?” Luke looked below to see S/N’s cute lil chubby face. “Yup, this is him!” You held S/N up higher so Luke could see him better. “Wait you know Jess?” Rory asked. “Father of my kid. It wasn’t planned, but things happen, you know? Anyway, he’s my best friend. We’ve know each other since childhood, actually.” You explained. “Wow, this is amazing! So- so you live here now?” Before you could answer Luke, he rushed up and walked to a phone, dialing a number. “I'm gonna get him to come back right now, don't worry."

“Oh, uh. Well sure, I suppose.” You muttered. “Um, well I have to go home to my mom, but it was great meeting you! See you around!” Rory waved goodbye and left. You mentally smacked yourself on the forehead. You were never good at first impressions, EVER. Just a few seconds after Rory left, the door opened again to reveal a sweaty Jess with a panicked expression. “Where’s the fire? Why’s everyone so calm?” He ran over to Luke. “Here, lemme show you.” Luke placed his hand on Jess’ shoulder and guided him to your seat. You fixed your hair as quickly as possible.

Jess stood and stared. “Wh-What are you doing here?” He brightly smiled. He looked down at S/N, who stared into his eyes. He took him from you and rocked him slowly. “Hey, kid.” Jess kissed S/N’s head. “Hi, Jess.” You spoke shyly.

He then turned his attention back to you. “Hey,” He gazed. You stood up quickly and wrapped your arms around him. Luke took S/N from Jess so he could hug you back fully. “I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispered in your neck. “I missed you.” You told him, pulling away. Although Jess always had trouble expressing his feelings into words, it was a little tense when he didn’t respond back to you.

Luke awkwardly turned to you. “Sorry, Y/N, I gotta get back to work.” He apologized, giving S/N back to you. “It was nice meeting you.” You smiled. He winked and walked back to the kitchen.

"Sooo, how have you been?" You asked, trying to start a conversation while bouncing S/N in your lap. "I've been alright." He put his hands in his pockets and began to speak when a blond chick wrapped her arms around him. "Hey. Where were you? I thought we were gonna go to my place." She prodded. She then turned to face you. "Aw, cute baby."

Of course he had a girlfriend. He was always cool and popular in school, so why wouldn't he be here? You were terribly mistaken to think otherwise. But now you felt a weird pit in your stomach. This was a bad move. You shouldn't have come here. But no, your son needs his father. So, you decide to be brave for S/N.

"Can we do this later?" He mumbled to her. "So you expect me to be okay with this? Ugh, what's the matter with you?" She stormed out of the diner before Jess could respond (not that he wanted to). "Trouble in paradise?" You questioned wholeheartedly. Although you were disappointed, you weren't going let this get in the way of your friendship. He scoffed. "Shane is definitely not my paradise. Look," He got serious for a moment and sat down on a stool next to you. "I'm happy you're here. Really, I am! But you came at a bad time." He told you. "Love triangle?" You joked, thinking back to how Rory said things were weird between them two. "How'd you know?" Jess' eyebrows furrowed. Oh. "Lucky guess." You shrugged. Well, this can't get any better can it? "It was nice seeing you. I should go start unpacking though." You stood up and switched S/N to your other hip. "Listen, let me get things sorted out and I promise I will be with you." He grabbed your hand. "Sorted out? Jess, you shouldn't feel forced to be with me. It's okay, I promise." You tried to reason with him. Why did he make it seem like he had no other option but you? Clearly he has choices.

"No, no. I need to be with you. Remember a few weeks ago when I told you I was gonna go back home?" He asked. You nodded. "That's because I wanted to be with you and my son. But you stopped me and I listened. So, now you're here and I'm gonna be the best damn father I can, alright?" He let go of your hand and ran behind the curtain. All of a sudden, S/N began to cry.

a/n: i'm gonna do a part two dont worryy! im just tired rn but i will try and draft something later tonight and maybe post it tmr xx this was a little hard for me to write since jess would be more mature as a father (atleast i think so) and he wasnt alone like in the show yk? but i had fun nonetheless :)

#SORRY IF THIS WAS BAD #i have mixed feelings tbh #next part might be a lil suggestive #jess #jess mariano #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano x y/n #y/n #reader #gilmore girls #jess gilmore girls #gilmore girls x reader #jess mariano fanfiction #fanfic #h3artands0ul #𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓸 ☕️

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being friends with someone my roommate didnt like?

ok this might be long but here we go. Last semester I had a roommate who I liked pretty well, and we had a mutual friend, H. At some point, roomie got mad at h because h had apparently outed someone as schizophrenic.

H is not exactly anti-weed, but she is very adamantly against it for herself and anyone else at risk of psychological complications from it. My roomie was smoking with someone who h knew to be schizophrenic, so h told the group that they were smoking with about her concerns. I don't really agree with the way h went about this, but I'm ashamed to admit I sort of forgot to bring it up with her.

Later, h told me that roomie was avoiding her, and we talked about her possibly apologizing and why it was something roomie was particularly sensitive to.

[I'm afraid there's something missing here, maybe something more that I did to drive roomie away. I dunno.]

Roomie began to avoid both of us, but I didn't realize that it was on purpose and I was probably forcing myself into conversations with them because of that. Eventually, roomie started to move out of our room without telling me. Somewhere towards the beginning of this, a mutual friend? of ours made a joke about them looking for a new roommate. I asked why their books were all packed up, they told me it was because they'd be taking them home for thanksgiving. I thought ok, sounds like a lie, but I'll give them the benefit of the doubt. I truly had no idea why they would be moving out. I gradually went a little crazy watching them sleep in another room and pack all their stuff up, all the while saying nothing to me about it. I finally asked them about it, and they told me yes, they were moving out. Problem is though I think they might've been upset about something already when I asked about it? But they said they were fine so I accepted that as the truth. Again, I dunno. I think I was rude during this interaction but sadly can't remember anything I said besides yelling maybe the start of a sentence and then cutting myself off.

They moved out the next morning. I offered to help, they asked me not to. I was really upset and, stupidly, decided to take it up with them. That evening when I asked if we could talk, they openly rolled their eyes at me. I know it's stupid and probably the most asshole-y thing in this ask, but that drove me crazy. I said some shit, I don't remember what, but part of it was that I was "disappointed" in them. I don't know what that was supposed to be but it was NOT what I wanted to say. They, understandably, were really mad. I left and, too soon, texted them an apology. They replied, not rudely, telling me they don't want any contact with me, but also said, and I'll paraphrase, that they knew h had told me some things (probably referring to the possible reasons they moved out) and [my] friend is one of the reasons [they] left because they like to lie. This really hurt me because I still have no idea what this was about.

Later on, I'm not sure how much later, I was talking to h while roomie and their friends were in the next room. h was saying some things about the situation that I thought were a little extreme. I don't totally remember the order of events but it somehow ended up that roomie was yelling at h and they said something about h "creeping on transmasc freshmen." H is a trans woman and a sophomore, we are college students. I have a vague idea of who this might be referring to, if not myself or my roomie, who I don't think identifies as transmasc, but h had led me to believe that things ended amicably with this third party.

Anyways this story doesnt totally fit the aita format but I just needed to write it all out. If you're involved in this story, please know I'm trying not to be mad abt it anymore which is why I'm submitting it here, I'm hoping to be told why i'm TA or NAH.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Hi! I hope you’re doing great! I wanted to tell you that I stumbled upon your blog with no idea on what to find. I haven’t even gotten past the third episode of season 1 of TLK, but I’m already obsessed with Sihtric and it’s because of youuuu

I wanted to make a request of Modern boxer!Sihtric x Physiotherapist!Reader. Like, he’s quite serious and rough due to his line of work, but then reader shows up as his new physio and then you can take it from there! With a lot of pining and pent up longing until smut ensues 👀

-💜

Warnings: smut! 18+. Also mention of blood and violence.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: see the request!

Word count: 6,1k

Note: first of all: WHATTTT, I love how you became obsessed with him already! I did my job well ;) but, okay, onto the fic: I looooved writing this one. I personally really enjoy MMA (which includes boxing techniques) so it was fun to actually write a little about that! But fucking helllllll the line between Sihtric and Arnas was getting awfully thin here for me, which caused me to take quite a while to finish this, because I kept changing things to erase "Arnas" for me. But alas, I gotta leave it as it is at some point. So, thank you for your patience. I hope it's worth the wait.

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'I see the way you look at me during your sessions.'

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Sihtric Kjartansson. Professional boxer, cocky and overall pretty full of himself. Yeah, you've heard of your new client. You knew more of the rumours about him than what he actually looked like. And you lied if you said you weren't nervous. Apparently the boxer had recently fired his last physiotherapist and you were surprised when his agent contacted you, asking if you wanted the job. You usually didn't work with professional sporters, knowing how rude and stubborn they can be, but taking Sihtric as a client meant you'd have your bills covered for, at least, the next ten years. So you accepted, and he was about to come in for his intake.

Sihtric showed up, much to your surprise, in time. You guessed he recently had sparred, as he had a cut lip and a bruised cheek, and upon seeing his toned arms, you knew Sihtric had a good sparring partner if he had managed to throw a few punches back at Sihtric.

'Sihtric, hi,' you smiled and introduced yourself. He gave you a friendly smile but didn't speak. You motioned him to sit down and offered him a drink, which he declined by shaking his head. You felt a little awkward at his quietness and a little taken aback by his looks. You had to admit you were impressed by his appearance, and suddenly understood why your friends texted you the sweaty face and fire emojis, after you had told them about your new client a few days ago.

'So,' you said, trying to keep your cool, 'tell me a little about your physio history. Any previous injuries or reoccurring issues I need to know about?'

'Not really,' he said.

'Not really?'

Sihtric shrugged.

'You're a professional boxer,' you scoffed, 'I'm sure there are things I need to know.'

Sihtric shrugged again and looked down at his feet.

'Well, fine by me. I still get paid even if we just sit here in silence,' you said and crossed your arms, 'hiding your injuries from me will not benefit you. You will ruin yourself if you do.'

Sihtric clicked his tongue in annoyance and sighed. You watched him brush his bruised hand through his long hair while he clenched his jaw. He already irritated you, but you couldn't deny he was hot.

'My neck,' he finally said, 'I have a lot of neck pain.'

'Thank you for your cooperation,' you sneered, noticing a quick, slight smirk on his face. Taunting him is the way it seems.

'When does this pain occur? After a fight? Only after training?'

'Daily,' he scoffed.

'Daily?' you frowned, 'that shouldn't be happening with your line of work. Did your previous therapist know about this?'

'Yeah, I told him. Every fucking time I saw him,' Sihtric said quite heated.

'What did he do to treat it?'

'Fuck if I know, lady. Nothing apparently.'

'Okay,' you sighed, 'well, then I suggest we start with that problem,' you got up and beckoned him to stand up too, 'stand up straight.'

Sihtric listened, but you still had to slightly correct his posture. You placed your hands on his shoulders, pushing them a tad back, causing him to groan as it straightened his muscles further.

'Sorry,' you chuckled lightly.

'Sure, lady,' Sihtric sighed, and again you noticed a hint of his sly smile.

'Okay, I need you to keep your body still now. May I?' you asked and motioned you were to cup his cheeks.

Yeah,' Sihtric said, after which you gently took his face in your hands. 

'I am going to slowly tilt your head to the right, you keep still,' you acted on your words and you swore you saw his eyes darken as he kept his eyes locked on you. After 10 seconds you brought his face slowly back up again, knowing the feeling was probably unpleasant, but it had to happen.

'You're hurting me, lady,' Sihtric hissed. He placed his hands on your arms, almost making an attempt to pull your hands off him.

'If you do that again,' you said curtly, 'I will make sure you leave here with another bruised cheek. You will not interfere with my therapy and you will not lay another finger on me either.' You felt his jaw clench underneath your hands, and he oddly aroused you at this point. And to be honest, you could take your hands off his face now, but you wanted to make sure he knew you were not afraid of him and he would not intimidate you. So you actually took a step closer and got up in his face.

'You're a professional boxer, for god's sake,' you scoffed as he looked down at you, 'I'm sure you can handle a little physio from me. But if you don't want my help or if you will constantly bitch about it,' you pulled your hands off his face, 'then don't let the door hit you on the way out, Sihtric Kjartansson.'

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, still staring down at you, breathing faster than before, confirming you did provoke something in him, and he suddenly leaned his forehead against yours. 

You knew this was some stupid intimidation tactic men liked to use, but frankly, you didn't care. If he would hurt you in any way, his career was instantly over, so you knew that would not happen and you felt rather unbothered. Until Sihtric suddenly put some pressure on you, forcing you to step backwards as he continued to lean his face against yours. He forced your back to collide with a wall while he kept using his tactic, and when he had you basically cornered, you were breathing just as fast as he was, and not out of fear.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed again. You felt his breath on your face as you kept looking straight into his eyes. And after a few seconds he finally pulled away from you and took a few steps back, eyeing you up and down.

'I like you,' he said, his sly smile fully appearing now, 'I'll see you in a few days, lady.'

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A couple of months had passed since your intake with Sihtric. You treated him at least twice a week, and you had grown to like him. He wasn't a rude person at all, he was just very serious about his career, and it turned out that his previous physiotherapist had nearly ruined that, which had caused him to be a bit hostile towards you at first. As you already expected, Sihtric never received the right treatment from his previous therapist, causing him to constantly be in pain and therefore risking his own health and his job. He only really warmed up to you after a few weeks, when he noticed the pain he experienced was getting less, even when training intensely. After that he opened up more to you and a bond was shaping fast when he randomly told you he feels quite lonely often. He said that being who he is, a successful boxer and quite a rich man, also meant that there were barely any people around him for the right reasons apart from his good friends. But you knew he was not talking about that kind of loneliness. You felt sad for him, as you learned he was genuinely a funny and sweet guy, who had an unfortunate past but managed to create a good life for himself. You liked his company and you admit, you also liked his flirting, so without thinking you invited him over for dinner later that week. He was a little surprised, but gladly accepted and gave you his private phone number. That same evening you started texting and it became a quick routine to text each other throughout the day whenever either one of you could. At first your texts were friendly and brief, but it only took a day or two before things got flirty and you'd often send each other risky pictures, just to tease the receiver.

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'So, you think you're ready?' you asked as you finished your dinner, looking at Sihtric who sat across from you.

'You're asking me if I'm ready?' Sihtric frowned playfully, 'I've trained for months. Of course I'm ready. I'm always ready to fight.'

'So who are you even fighting?'

'A guy called Sigtryggr,' Sihtric said and pulled out his phone to google him, 'good fighter, only seven loses out of thirtysix fights,' he said before he moved his chair next to yours to show you a picture of his future opponent, 'fifteen wins by knockout, eight by submission, the remaining by decision.'

'Oh, damn,' you said and quickly grinned, 'he's quite good looking. Can you get his number for me?'

Sihtric frowned at you and tilted his head slightly, 'have you forgotten that you belong to me?'

'Sure, in your dreams, Sihtric,' you laughed.

'Oh, I've had dreams,' he chuckled.

'Ew, what the hell,' you snorted and punched his chest. Sihtric grabbed your hand before you could pull back and he pulled you closer.

'You're really telling me you haven't had dreams about me?' he gave you a cocky look.

'What if I had?' you asked, returning the same look.

'I knew it,' he grinned and let go of your arm, 'I see the way you look at me during your sessions.' 

'Please, I am only making sure you keep the right posture,' you rolled your eyes.

'Oh, yeah, because you do that by looking at my ass.'

'I've never looked at- okay, maybe once.'

'Hey, it's fine,' Sihtric laughed, 'I look at your ass all the time.'

'My god, I think it's time for you to go home,' you chuckled.

'You want me to stay over, don't lie.'

'You're so full of yourself, it's unbelievable,' you laughed as you got up to bring the plates to the kitchen and Sihtric was quick to follow.

'Yeah, maybe,' you heard him chuckle behind you as he snuck his arm around your waist, 'but you could be full of me as well tonight,' he spoke softly in your ear.

Your knees weakened at his words and you accidentally dropped the plates with a loud bang into the sink.

'Sihtric,' you sighed, grabbing onto the kitchen counter to hold yourself up, 'don't tease with empty promises.'

'Empty promises?' he said, spinning you around to face him, and he lifted you up to sit on the counter, 'let me stay over and you'll see,' he teased as he wrapped your legs around his waist before he settled his hands on your hips.

'Sure,' you rolled your eyes and cupped his cheeks, 'we both know that fighters abstain from sex at least one week before the fight, and you have exactly one week to go today.'

Sihtric clicked his tongue, 'you just had to ruin it, lady,' he smiled and quickly pecked your lips before he let go of you, leaving you flustered and turned on in the kitchen, before he went home.

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Sihtric: Just reminding you that you could've had all this tonight. Sweet dreams ;) xx

You opened his text and saw he had sent you a shirtless photo. You giggled and bit down on your lip, hating how good looking he was and how you wish you could've had him tonight. But there was no way you would've let him into your bed, not before the fight, you weren't going to be his downfall.

You: keep it in your pants until after the fight, then we'll see if you got another round in you ;) Sihtric: another round. Ha ha, very funny, so original to say to a boxer, never heard that before… You: someone's a little frustrated he got rejected? :( Sihtric: I'll have my way with you next week, you just wait. You: yeah, if you don't get beat up too much. Sihtric: someone's a little worried about the man she rejected? :( You: ha-ha, very funny… of course I am worried. I don't want to see you get hurt. Sihtric: lady, have I got some news for you… Sihtric: fighting Sihtric: usually gets you hurt You: it's not funny, Siht. You: I've just seen some videos of that guy fighting and you said it yourself, he barely has any loses. His knockouts are brutal… and his submissions… Sihtric: wait Sihtric: you're serious? Sihtric: you're really worried about me? You: are you fucking kidding me? You: you know what You: it doesn't matter, okay, nevermind You: good night xx Sihtric: no, wait Sihtric: hey Sihtric: talk to me, baby Sihtric: don't be like this with me Sihtric: babe! You huffed and threw your head back onto your pillow after you had sent your good night text, not seeing any other message Sihtric had sent you after that. And suddenly your phone rang and you saw Sihtric was calling. A video call to make it worse.

'What?' you sighed when you answered, but upon seeing his shirtless torso you were kinda happy it was a video call.

'What is this? Sihtric frowned, slightly concerned.

'It's nothing.'

'Yes, it is. Are you okay?'

'I'm fine,' you shrugged.

'Baby,' Sihtric suddenly said sternly, which made your head spin, 'I don't want you to worry about me fighting. This is what I do, it's my job.'

'I know.'

'Trust me on this, okay? I will be fine.'

'I know,' you sighed.

'Then don't give me that attitude again, babe,' he said curtly and shook his head, 'I don't like that. I appreciate you caring about me and it's sweet that you're concerned, but don't get snappy with me about my work.'

'Then make sure you step out of that ring in one piece.'

'I will, lady, I'll still have to go for another round with you afterwards,' he smirked.

'Oh, shut up,' you laughed.

'There it is,' Sihtric smiled, 'that laugh is all I wanted to see. I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing you were upset.'

'Well, you can sleep peacefully now,' you mocked lightly.

'And I will. But it would've been even better if you were next to me.'

'Okay,' you shook your head, 'good night, Siht,' you smiled while your cheeks heated up, and you were glad your room was dark, so he couldn't really tell how flustered you were.

'Good night, baby,' he smiled, 'kiss?' he asked, to which you giggled and blew him a quick kiss.

'Thank you, baby,' Sihtric chuckled lightly, and before you hung up he blew you a kiss in return, and once you locked your phone again, you buried your face in your pillow as you were tormented by the butterflies in your stomach.

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During the days leading up to the fight you nearly lived at Sihtric's house. In addition to his preparation you did extra physio exercises with him twice a day. In the morning, before he went to train, and in the evening, after his last sparring session. And it was always a struggle. You wanted him and he clearly wanted you too, but it just couldn't happen yet. You said he should abstain from any form of physical contact with you, other than which was needed for the exercises, but he claimed there was nothing wrong with kissing. And there shouldn't be anything wrong with that, the problem was just that Sihtric couldn't keep it to a single kiss. He always wanted more and he knew how to persuade you into more kisses. And today you just had your last pre-fight session with him, as it was the day before the fight.

'You gotta stop this, Sihtric,' you chuckled as you sat on top of him.

'Why? You don't like it?' he grinned and brought his hands up to your waist.

'I didn't say that,' you hissed with a smile while taking his hands, and you quickly pinned them above his head.

'Oh, you're the one teasing now?' Sihtric bit down on his lip, 'I never told you how I like that.'

You rolled your eyes at him. If he wanted to be teased, you would give it to him. You slowly leaned into him, brushing your lips over his neck which made him almost growl as you firmly kept his hands pinned to the floor. You knew he could not use much strength on you now because he might injure himself, and that would be a disaster. You heard, and felt, he was enjoying this more than he's allowed right now. So you decided to rock your hips slowly against his as you softly kissed down his jaw to his neck.

'Lady,' Sihtric hissed lightly, but you only gave him a soft chuckle, letting him know you were enjoying yourself. And you continued your way to his neck, pulling the collar of his shirt down so you could kiss on to his shoulder and down to his collarbone. 

'Lady!' he hissed again, heated. 

You stopped and trailed your hands from his wrists to his biceps, over his still pinned down arms, enjoying the feeling of his flexed muscles now he's all tensed up. And you slowly trailed your hands back up again, intertwining your fingers with his before you softly peck the skin between his clavicles, causing him to let out a deep sigh.

'Relax, baby,' you hummed against his skin, 'it's only kisses'. 

You watched Sihtric rest his head back onto the floor, attempting to keep his self control and calm down. And just when you heard his shaky sigh, breathing out his built up tension, you chuckled lightly and dragged the tip of your tongue up his throat, over his fully exposed Adam's apple, up to his chin. And before you were even done you felt his entire body tensed up already.

'Fuck!' Sihtric groaned loud. 

He caught you by surprise when he bucked his hips up, forcing you to let go of his hands and sit up on his waist, where he quickly pulled you down to his chest and wrapped his arms around you. Then he smoothly moved his ankle under yours, pushing your leg to his left as he bucked his left hip up, tipping you over to his right while he held onto you. And before you realised what happened, Sihtric was on top of you, pinning your hands down above your head. You had no idea what just happened, except that you must've really riled him up, so you could only giggle.

'You think you're being funny, lady?' Sihtric said, amused, 'you wish to fight with me?'

'You cheater. That was not a boxer's move, was it?' you chuckled.

'Jiu-Jitsu, lady,' he said with a smug face, 'I can teach you a thing or two.'

'I bet you want to,' you grinned, 'but you forget that I already know a thing or two.' And you bucked your hips up slightly, making him groan when you rolled your hips against his, and you pinned his leg down with yours as you moved up to your side, trying to escape his mount position.

'And you seem to forget I'm much stronger than you,' Sihtric laughed, but his voice was raspy, telling you he was struggling to keep his self control. And as you had managed to fully turn to your side, Sihtric lifted his weight off you which caused you to roll over onto your stomach, facing the floor.

'Shit,' you chuckled, knowing he outsmarted you and had "won". You tried to lift yourself up but Sihtric placed one hand on your lower back, keeping you pressed down to the floor while he positioned himself back on top of you, and you felt his other hand slide up the back of your head, into your hair.

'Gods,' Sihtric hissed, moving his hand from your lower back to grab on to your waist, 'you know this is my favourite position?' he chuckled and tugged your hair lightly, 'Hm, I'd love to fuck you like this right now,' he teased and thrusted his hips lightly, making you feel how hard he was, 'wouldn't you love to be fucked like this right now, baby?'

'Fuck!' you hissed, 'Sihtric, no. I mean, yes! God, I want you like this right now.'

'Yeah?' he chuckled mischievously and tugged your hair again, 'you do, don't you?'

'I do, fuck, I do,' you whined, 'but babe, you can't, you know we can't. You're only torturing us both.'

Sihtric groaned while breathing heavily, and you knew he was considering his options. To give in to his needs, fucking you hard and good on the floor right now and claiming you as his woman, or to control himself and not jeopardize his chances of winning his upcoming fight.

'Sihtric, think about your career,' you said, resting your forehead on your arms, 'you will get your way with me after the fight, but you may not get another shot at the title if you lose this fight.'

'I know,' he said, sounding a little calmer than before, 'I just…,' he paused and got off you, allowing you to sit back up before he cupped your cheeks, 'I just want you as my woman, so bad, baby. I want you to be mine. I really do.'

'Sihtric,' you sighed, blushing as you pulled him closer, 'you don't need to have sex with me to make me your woman. I mean, god, what year is this?' you laughed.

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It was Fight Night. You already planned on being present at the fight, so you could see first-hand what damage would be done to Sihtric and know what you'd have to deal with during your next session. But regardless of that, he had still formally invited you as his woman. You knocked on his door and his face lit up when he saw you. His coach, Uhtred, had just finished wrapping Sihtric's hands as you walked in, and Sihtric quietly ordered everyone to give him 5 minutes alone. As you waited for everyone to leave you gazed at Sihtric's appearance. His black boxing shorts showed off his muscular legs while he was already shirtless, repeatedly clenching his hands into fists, making sure his hand wraps tightened the right way, and you just loved the way his hair was braided. You had never seen him with braids before, and you hoped this wasn't the last time either.

'Here,' Sihtric said softly and beckoned you over, 'come here, baby.'

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he stayed seated and looked up at you before you cupped his cheeks.

'Are you ready?' you whispered.

'Battle ready, love,' Sihtric smiled, his voice soft and low.

'Just be careful out there,' you felt yourself become nervous as your thumb traced over an old scar that graced his cheek, 'don't get distracted. And, please, keep your hands up, honey, even when you're tired,' you said and kissed his forehead.

'I will,' he smiled.

'And fight calmly. Are you calm?'

'Battle calm,' he chuckled lightly, 'feeling much calmer knowing you're here. Kiss?' he asked.

'Only a kiss,' you smiled before you leaned in.

'Only a kiss,' he whispered against your lips before giving you a long, soft and sweet kiss. 

You melted into his kiss and for a moment you forgot he was about to either get beat up or beat someone up while getting paid about one million for it, win or lose. But if he won, you'd be the woman of the welterweight world champion. But you weren't thinking about all these things right now. Now you thought about how much you loved him.

'I like your hair,' you smiled after Sihtric broke the kiss, to prevent himself from going too far again.

'Thanks,' he chuckled, 'will you watch near the ring or are you staying here?'

'What do you prefer?'

'Having you there of course,' he said and closed his eyes as he rubbed his cheek against your palm.

'Then I'll be there.'

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Round 6. Or 7. Or maybe 5? You didn't know anymore as you desperately covered your ears while you hid your face in Finan's chest. Finan, you only met him an hour ago, but he was Sihtric's best friend and he pulled you in for a hug when he saw you weren't doing well. And he kind of needed that hug too, Finan wasn't doing well either. Sihtric would not last all 12 rounds, he was showing off too much, you knew it, Finan knew it, Uhtred knew it and his opponent, Sigtryggr, knew it. And Sigtryggr tried to understand why, until he noticed Sihtric had glanced towards the same group of people several times, and then he figured it had to be you. And he was a ruthless boxer, taking advantage of any weakness he could find, and now he knew you were Sihtric's weakness. And he waited for that one split second when Sihtric couldn't help but glance towards you again, checking if you were still there, and as he darted his eyes towards you, Sigtryggr threw an uppercut, knocking Sihtric off balance and making him dizzy for a moment. You had seen Sihtric stumble back while taking another jab to the face before he fell down, but he wasn't knocked out. And then a vicious game of simply throwing punches into each other's faces started. And you couldn't stand the sight of the blood anymore, not even being able to tell who was getting hurt more in the process. And it seemed to last forever until Finan suddenly grabbed your shoulders and shook you, yelling at you to look. And you opened your eyes just in time to see Sihtric, who was a bleeding mess, had gotten back up on his feet and had Sigtryggr stuck in a corner, relentlessly beating into him while the crowd roared until you saw Sihtric got dragged away by the referee. Then Sigtryggr collapsed to the floor and was quickly surrounded by medics and his own team.

And you didn't understand it at first, when you saw Sihtric shout at Uhtred. You thought Sihtric was angry and had done something wrong, causing him to be pulled away by the referee. But then you understood he was simply shouting 'I won!' over and over again before he reached his coach. He was a little closer to you now, but the loud crowd made it hard for you to hear him well. Sihtric shouted something at you, but you had no idea what. You did hear him shout, 'Get them off!', several times while Uhtred tried to take off his gloves as fast as he could. Sihtric kept looking impatiently back and forth between you and Uhtred, who struggled with Sihtric's gloves, causing Sihtric to shout, 'Get them off!', again. When Uhtred finally freed his hands, he immediately climbed out of the ring while taking out his mouthguard, which he flung away before he argued with a few security guards, who tried to stop him as he was hoarsely shouting, 'Get me my woman!' repeatedly. When the security didn't understand, he harshly pushed through them and sprinted the last few steps towards you while he kept ecstatically shouting, 'We won, baby!' until he finally reached you and picked you up in his arms, kissing you as if his life depended on it.

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After a whirlwind of emotions and hoards of interviewers, Sihtric finally managed to get you alone in his hotelroom. After he was given the world title and received that, quite shiny, champion belt, you found out in the dressing room that most blood on his face came from a busted eyebrow, which was already stitched up by now. Sihtric had pulled you down in bed with him, where you carefully kissed the bruises on his torso and those on his face.

'So, how about that other round?' you grinned to which Sihtric sighed with a smile.

'I'm almost afraid to say it,' Sihtric said, barely a voice left after all his shouting, he chuckled, 'but, forgive me, baby, I don't think I can do it tonight.'

'I thought so,' you smiled and pecked his lips, 'you need to rest, my love. It's already late too, I better get going. It'll take a while before I'll be home-'

'You're not leaving,' Sihtric interrupted you with a light chuckle, desperately trying to make his voice hearable, 'you're my woman. And now the fight's done, you can finally stay the night. Don't think I'll let you leave my side, lady, not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever again,' he smiled and kissed you softly, 'and I might just want that round in the morning.'

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Sihtric had his eyes closed and bit down on his lip, humming with a smile as you were slowly jacking him off. 

It was early in the morning, you had slept in Sihtric's arms all night and things got a little heated when you both woke up and couldn't keep your hands off each other. You weren't sure if he could handle you right now, still recovering from the fight, so you started off slow, seeing where it would lead. Sihtric's voice was still raspy and almost gone, which you thought made him sound really attractive, and that didn't make your desire for him any less.

As you worked your hand on his cock you slowly moved up on top of him, and he didn't stop you, he just let his head fall back into the soft pillow and parted his smiling lips as his breathing became heavier.

'Good?' you whispered in his ear when you leaned in.

'Mhm,' he hummed, 'yeah.'

'Do you want more?'

'Mhm.'

'Tell me? How far can I go without hurting you now?'

'Baby,' he spoke hoarsely and softly, 'just do whatever you like with me, I'm all yours.'

You smiled at his response and softly bit his ear. You kissed his cut lips gently while you pulled down your own panties. Having a world champion boxer at your mercy had you soaking wet almost instantly, and you couldn't wait to finally have him inside you.

'Been quite a struggle to get to this moment,' you chuckled, teasing yourself, and Sihtric, by sliding your wet pussy over the tip of his hard cock.

'No more teasing,' Sihtric sighed, 'please, lady, I want to be inside you already.'

'Hmm,' you smiled and you slowly entered his tip, rocking your hips back and forth, not taking in more than just that.

'You've been teasing me for a while, it's only fair if I do the same,' you purred.

'Ah, fuck,' he moaned with a satisfied smile, 'you're only doing this because I can barely move my body today.'

'I won't deny that,' you chuckled and lowered yourself onto him, taking in his full length slowly, 'ah, hm,' you smiled, 'fuck, you're so big, babe, and so fucking thick, feeling really good inside me right now.'

Sihtric couldn't bring out anything and you enjoyed watching him struggle to compose himself, not being able to move properly due to his bruises and simply knowing he had teased you for weeks, and now you might get your revenge. And you would. You knew he liked it rough, so you would take it slow, taking your time, enjoying every inch of his pulsing cock inside you. You intertwined your fingers with his, knowing that if you were to place your hands onto his body, he would most likely be in pain. Which made it all the more torturous for Sihtric, who was dying to touch you and feel your hands all over his body.

'Ahh,' you sighed, riding him ever so slowly, 'oh, babe, I could fuck you for hours like this, hm,' you looked down at him and smiled with half open eyes. And you saw how his eyes had darkened as he watched you with his lips parted, moaning softly while he was desperate to flip you over, but he couldn't.

'I'll get you back for this, hm,' he moaned, 'oh, gods, you feel so tight. I want to slam into you so hard, you have no idea.'

'Yeah?' you teased, keeping your pace slow, 'you want to fuck me hard?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric hissed.

'You'd like to ravage my tight pussy, baby?'

'Fuck,' he groaned, 'yes!'

'Hm,' you chuckled, stroking your thumbs over his hands, 'I can't wait for you to flip me over, face down again, and fuck me the way you like it.'

'Please, please,' Sihtric begged.

'Please?'

'Please, my love, please,' he hissed, 'I fucking beg you to give me a little more.'

'No,' you chuckled, 'I like this. I like to see you struggle, I like to feel you twitch inside me, desperately wanting to fuck me senseless.'

'Ah, fuck,' he moaned, 'fuck, please. Please, lady, you're going to make me pass the fuck out like this,' he chuckled.

'You'll get your way with me,' you hushed him, 'like I have my way with you now. My man,' you sighed, slowly picking up your pace, 'my world champion,' you giggled, 'if only everyone knew how weak you are now for me, Sihtric Kjartansson.'

Sihtric groaned and kept throwing his head back into the pillow while he squeezed your hands, 'Come on, faster, baby. Fuck me, fuck me good.'

'Like this?' you whispered, going just a tad faster again, 'you like that?'

'Yeah, yeah, like that, keep going, ah,' he grunted, 'keep going for me, baby.'

'I might come soon,' you chuckled, 'you hit all the right spots with that massive cock.'

'Oh, fuck,' he laughed, 'yeah? Am I good for you? Am I treating you well?'

'Yeah, so well,' you sighed, 'I hope you recover fast from your fight.'

'Hm, why?'

'Cause I want this cock in me every fucking day,' and you hated how you lost your self control, but you had to have him. You needed to feel him fill you up, now. You were desperate for his warm cum inside you.

'Ah,' Sihtric hissed, 'I love how you tighten it all up, baby, you're going to milk me dry like that.'

'Yeah? You're going to give it to me?' you bounced rapidly up and down his twitching cock, knowing he could spill inside you any second.

'Fuck me a little harder, pretty baby, please,' he tried bucking his hips up lightly, and you groaned when you felt his hips move into yours.

'Cum for me, Sihtric, cum in me, fill me up. I've waited so long,' you almost cried out, 'come on!'

'I will fill you up, I'll give you every fucking drop I got,' he moaned, 'I'm so close, keep going, ah.'

And when he knew he was close, you pulled away from him. Sihtric nearly panicked at the loss and his eyes were wide in confusion.

'Don't bitch about it,' you teased, 'you can handle a little physio from me,' and you turned away from him to lay down on your stomach.

Sihtric groaned lightly out of pain, and frustration, as he quickly moved up to you. He placed one knee on either side of you, keeping your legs close together, and he moaned deeply when he brought his cock back inside you. You felt his hands grab onto your hips, pulling you slightly up so it would deepen his thrusts.

'Hm,' he chuckled as he started to slam into you, 'you were relentless with me from the start.'

'Oh, fuck!' you screamed when he thrusted into you, he felt even bigger in this position.

'Yeah, now I have my way with you, huh?' he quickened his pace, knowing he had to ravage you quick before he would soon finish, 'don't bitch about it,' he laughed softly

'Ah, Sihtric!' you chuckled, loving the way he felt, 'I'm so close!'

'Cum on my cock, baby, only then I'll fill you up with my cum.'

And he kept his promise, you came with a violent scream, probably waking up the entire hotel at 7 in the morning, but you didn't care. You were satisfied, in bed, wrapped in a blanket as Sihtric held you in his arms while you still felt his cum dripping out of you. And you hoped he could go for another round later the day, when he had his physio exercises.

#sihtric x you #sihtric x reader #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #tlk #sihtric kjartanson #modern!sihtric

[sahyoluvr]

absence - cho miyeon x femreader

genre: break up angst, make-up sex/smut

warnings: nsfw

(requested by 2 anons)

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“my heart hurts, miyeon,” tears poured from your eyes, “i cant do this.”

“yn-” miyeon breathes quickly, her face in sudden, deep fear, “please i-”

you look at her with a deadpanned face, cheeks shimmering from the streams of tears. you take in a deep breath.

“you’re never home, always out, you don’t go near me; no hugs, no kisses, we’ve stopped having sex,” you sigh, you hiccup from the lump in your throat, “i know you’ve been busy with promotions, and i don’t doubt that you don’t have as much time spend with me, but you need to communicate; you aren’t even ever near me, let alone talk to me, it makes me question if i’m disgusting or somethings wrong with me.”

“yn i would never-”

“miyeon,” you struggle to keep your confident composure, “save your words.”

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it had been weeks since your parting with miyeon. you hadn’t relocated from your room, lost your appetite and had a hard time sleeping. you had cut off contact not only with miyeon but almost everyone you knew; friends or relatives with relatively close contact.

the deep onset of your depressive attitude worsened at the realisation that not a single person had recognised your absence. the only person had contacted, or at least tried, was miyeon.

she called almost every moment of the day. morning, midday, evening. you proposed she called when she awoke, called when she had lunch and called after work. there was also a multitude of text messages rotting away in your phone. you hadn’t the energy to look, yet answer them.

though the lack of miyeon’s presence had since made you realise just how lonely is was to be without her, despite the lesser time had spent towards the end of the relationship. the though made your heart sink, end.

as much as you hated to admit, you felt guilty, regretful for things you had told her. you felt as though you had been harsh, too harsh for someone already under the pressure of being a renowned idol in the industry. you missed her; her infectious smile; her touch. god, you were deprived of her touch.

you stared at the ceiling in silence, for hours on end. dried tears stuck to your cheeks making your face feel immobile for any further emotion.

you heard the door bell ring.

thinking mindlessly, you get up to answer the front door. you stand frozen from the scene before you.

the love of your life, crying hysterically, clutching onto a small bouquet full of flowers, lily of the nile; your favourite.

before you have time to think of anything, miyeon’s trembling hands let the bouquet drop, as she comes stumbling towards you, embracing you in a suffocatingly tight manner. you don’t hesitate to squeeze her back. she inhales your sweet scent deeply with the interruption of hiccups, breathing out in a low satisfied sigh.

“i don’t think i can live without you, please forgive me.” miyeon, eyes you with remorse.

her request is delivered with a deep kiss to her lips.

in the bedroom, miyeon frantically pulls over her top and repeats the action on you. the deprived touch of her skin against yours made you moan loudly in eagerness.

your hot mouths meet, with wet messy kisses, miyeon’s hands shake trying to hold you on your face and neck. seemingly both of you have tears still streaming down your eyes. at each kiss and lick of the mouth the taste of gentle salty water meets your tastebuds.

in no time, miyeon was the one lying on the bed in nothing but a bra and g-string.

you scoff at the sight, “pillow princess.”

her cheeks flush from the comment, but doesn’t attest it, knowing you’re correct.

the hot kisses progress further down to her neck and you you push miyeon’s boob out of her bra, fingers to rubbing circles to her nipples, hardening them. she whines from the sensitivity of the touch and squeals when you pinch them. she grips onto the skin on your back scratching down in need to clasp on something. you find out later she leaves large red streaks on your back.

her pants have already been discarded onto the floor and you hook a finger in her lace g-string. when you pull them off they’re soaked. with ease you slide fingers in which eases miyeon’s tension. you use your thumb to lightly circle her clit.

you continue for only minutes she cries and arches her back, tipping over the edge, but you continue to overstimulate her just a little bit. she pants from the high, whining your name for you to get up and capture her lips again.

after settling down she holds onto you lovingly, rubbing your back. it’s nothing but sweaty.

“i’m sorry. i was stressed and thought only about myself, not the person who means the most in my life,” she starts, “i love you more than anyone, yn, i want you to know that, please forgive me.”

sweat beads rest on the hairline of your forehead, you laugh, “i’m sorry if i was hard on you, you must’ve been going through a tough time, but i’m here to talk to you if you need it. i love you and forgive you with all my heart.”

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an: idk if i like that, but hear me out the first time i wrote it, it was better but i didn’t save the draft and i deleted all my work and i couldn’t remember everything a wrote. anyway anons hopefully this somewhat resembles what you wanted in reqs :)

#miyeon x reader #cho miyeon x reader #gidle x reader #gidle imagines

[heeluv02]

Cheater and Lover

Warnings: cursing, angst, mentions of cheating, break ups and heart breaks, sunghoon is a dickhead but also regret it, yn is heartbroken and so is jake. Lmk if I forgot anything!!

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader x jake

NOTE: I started writing this on my main and left in in the drafts thinking I could still switch it to this blog but nope lmao so I had to transfer it over here so I'm hoping it did without any mistakes !! That's all, hope you enjoy <3. Also I got the divider from @cafekitsune !!

"I fucking hate you!!" You spin around and shout at Sunghoon. "I'm...I.." he doesn't know what to say, mind full of regret. "Why are you even still here??" Your eyes full with anger and tears. "I don't..I don't know" Sunghoon looks down, guilt showering over him. "I'm sorry" he says in a quiet, weak voice.

"Fuck you. I fucking loved you, you know that? And I fucking thought you did too but turns out I'm just your side bitch, hmm?" Tears start running down your face, still hard to believe that Sunghoon, your boyfriend of almost three years, has cheated on you. You were suspicious about the late night "meet ups" Sunghoon said he had to attend to with the guys but you tried not thinking much about it and thought that then is the only time they could've really done anything since their schedule was so busy.

But no. All this time he was meeting up with a girl. One of your friends saw them together and told you about it but you thought nothing of it. You knew...no...you thought you knew you could trust him, you thought you knew he wouldn't cheat on you. You thought you were his and he was yours.

You told Sunghoon you'd be out all night with some of your old friends to catch up, however you felt sick and had to go home earlier. That's when you caught the stranger on your boyfriends lap, making out with him. You felt your heart sink when you saw the two. You shouted at her, telling her to leave, before turning your focus to Sunghoon. After he admitted to what he did you found yourself here, yelling at him.

"You aren't a side..you're not a..I'm sorry" you hear him sniffling, crying and it makes you scoff. "I fucking trusted you, Sunghoon" You not using his nickname had him looking up at you. "yn-"

"Just leave" you cut him off. "I don't want to see you anymore" you turn around and cross your arms, more tears escaping your eyes. "I love you yn" Liar. "Give me another chance, please. I promise it won't happen again" he tries to convince you but you're smarter than that. You so badly want to give him another chance and run into his arms, feel him strong arms wrap around you and hear him tell you that it's okay, everything is okay. But you can't do that because you're only going to end up hurting yourself.

So with a deep breath you get yourself ready to answer him. "No, we're over. I can't be with someone who might cheat on me again, I can't." You try to say without letting out anymore tears. "Please, just leave" you say once more.

He nods, "I'll take my stuff tomorrow if that's okay". You only hum to let him know okay. He stands there for five seconds before leaving without a word. Leaving you alone, in tears. Good thing you had your close friend, Jake, in contact. You called him and told him to come over, when he heard everything that happened he never left your side.

He got you your favourite snacks and watched your favourite show with you, letting you rest against him. He knew you were in a horrible mood so he let you do whatever, he also didn't really mind cuddling with you.

When Sunghoon came by the next day you told Jake that you didn't want to see him and asked him if he could handle everything which thankfully he was fine with. He got all of Sunghoons things and gave them to him.

"You are?" Your ex asks your best friend. "Not a cheater if that's what you're wondering." Jake replies, giving him a blank stare. Waiting for him to leave. "Oh you heard" Sunghoon looked down, feeling guilty again. "I'm not here to talk with you, leave" Jake says, anger obvious in his voice. "Okay" Sunghoon says quietly before leaving with his stuff.

A couple weeks went past and you're still feeling awful. Not as bad as the first week but still not the same happy person as you used to be. You're so grateful for Jake being able to be with you for as long as you needed him.

"Hey, guess who got some food~" Jake walks in with a paper bad which smells so good. "Oh my god thank you so much Jakey, I'm starving" you sit up on your bed, patting the place beside you for him to sit. "No problem yn" he says with a smile as he sat down. You lick your lips as he passes you the food.

"You got yourself something too, right? There's a lot in here" you ask him which makes him giggle. "Yeah of course, silly" he says with a smile.

You both start to eat and put on another episode of the show you both have been binge watching together. "To be honest I didn't think I'd like to watch stuff like this" Jake says after taking a sip of his drink. "Really?" You ask him and he hums in response. "I'm glad you called me out of all people" he says as he smiles, turning to look at you.

"Yeah well I guess, you were the first person I could think off who I could...trust" The last word saddening you, reminding you of how Sunghoon broke that trust you had for him. Jake sees you getting sad and he quickly changed the subject.

This is how you spent most days. If you weren't sleeping in all day then you were cuddling with Jake while watching a movie. At some point Jake decided that you need to try moving around, going outside and getting out of this depressing state which caused a small fight between the two of you.

"I don't want to!! Don't you get it? Just leave me alone!!" You hate how sensitive you are now, crying over something as little as this. "Okay okay, I was only trying to get you out because I care for you" he says calmly. It broke your heart, giving out to someone you care for, who cares for you. "I'm sorry" you apologise and he's quick to comfort you. "It's okay, I know you didn't mean to yell" he said as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you.

"Why are you still here with me?" You ask after a good two minutes in the same position. "I don't know, I just...I gues I just care for you that much" He tries not making the real reason obvious. The real reason is that he likes you, has liked you but you were with Sunghoon and he couldn't. He still likes you but he wants to put that aside while being here for you.

"Makes sense" you mumble against him. This feeling feels so familiar and you hate who it reminds you off. Jakes arms wrapped around you just like Sunghoon would have whenever you feel down or he just simply would want to hug you. It wouldn't be fair to blame Jake for reminding you of him though, it's something you have to deal with yourself. Or so you thought?

"I'll help you get over him, I promise yn. Assholes like him don't deserve an angel like you" Jake stated. He doesn't want to let go of you, he wants to make sure you're okay.

Your eyes tear up at what Jake said. "Thank you, genuinely" you say as you hug him tighter before letting go and looking up at him. "You won, I'll go outside" you sigh and he smiles. "Good, we don't have to go anywhere far," Jake said with a smile. "Okay," you smiled back at him.

After getting ready to leave, you and Jake went on a small walk to the local park. You ended up actually being grateful for Jake getting you to go out. The fresh air and the pretty scenery made you feel at ease, and of course Jakes presence as always. There was a lake at the local park so yous decided to bring some bread with yous to feed the ducks and swans.

After feeding them, with no more bread left, you and Jake start to leave the park to go back to your home. "Thank you for bringing me out Jakey" you smile at the ground as yous walk. Jake smiles at the nickname you used. He always loves it whenever you call him that.

"No problem, yn. I know it'd be healthy if you went out, even for a bit." He says as he looks at you. You smile at his words.

After a bit more walking you finally reach your house. You both kick off your shoes and relax on the couch. "Wanna watch another movie?" Jake asks and you nod. He let's you choose whatever you want to watch.

By the time the movie was over you were already asleep, head resting on Jakes shoulder. He notices you sleeping and decided do carry you to your room, placing you gently down on your bed and covering you with the duvet.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, your hand tugs on his sleeve. "Jakey" you whisper out, half asleep. "Yeah?" He replies, "can you sleep with me? Please?" You continue. He's thankful that it's dark in your room otherwise you would've seen his blush.

"Okay" he says softly before lying down beside you and getting under the covers. He did expect you to fully cuddle him though. Yeah yous cuddles before but it wouldn't be like this. Especially when you're sleeping. Your head resting on his chest and your arm around his waist as you doze back off to sleep. He puts his arms around you and falls asleep too after a couple minutes.

It's been 2 months past and Jake has moved in with you. Nothing much has changed apart from the fact that you've gotten much better ever since the break up. But that's all, you and Jake are still friends and his crush on you didn't stop. If anything, it only grew.

"Ynnnn" he calls out to you from the kitchen and makes his way to where you're sat in the living room. "Yeah?" You ask as you turn your head to the direction of Jakes voice.

"There's a party that my childhood friend is hosting and he invited us!!" Jake said with a big smile, you always found his smile cute. "Oh??? What day is it on?" You ask, happy to see him all smiling. "Its in two days!! Wanna come? I can stay with you if you don't want to of course." He sits down beside you as he speaks. "No!! I definitely want to come, and even if I didn't I wouldn't want you to miss out on the party hehe" you smile at the boy.

"But-" before Jake can continue talking you cut him off. "Jakey, I'm doing much better now, I don't need you babysitting me" you joke, playfully rolling your eyes. "Ouch" he pretends to be hurt and you both laugh.

"I'm glad you want to go though!!" He excitedly says after you both stop laughing. You smile at the happy boy. "Yeah, I'm glad your friend invited us" you say softly with a smile.

After the two days it's the day of the party. You and Jake got a taxi to drives yous to the party Jakes friend was hosting. Once you arrive you thank the driver and pay them, then you and your friend leave the car and make your way to the entrance of the house.

"Wow" you say as you look around, the house full of people and music playing in the background. "Have you never been to a house party before?" Jake asks you as you both walk inside. "I've only been to one a long time ago" you say and bring your focus to Jake.

"Well then I'm glad you can experience it again" he smiles brightly. Suddenly Jakes childhood friend shows up and introduces himself to you and you do the same to him.

"It's really nice meeting you too, Jay" you smile at him. "So!! Yous can just chill and feel at home and most importantly have fun" he says confidently. You and Jake giggle and say thank you.

Jay shows where the drinks are and where yous can sit or play some drinking games. You and Jake go straight for the drinks. "I'll go find a place we can sit at in the living room" Jake shouts over the loud music and other people speaking so you can hear him. You nod and he leaves to said place.

As you get two drinks for you both you notice someone from the other end of the table. Someone you didn't expect to see and didn't want to see. You quickly grab both the drinks and leave to find Jake in the living room. You don't think the person has seen you, thankfully.

You smile as soon as you see your best friend and sit next to him on the couch, handing him his drink. "Guess who I just seen" you say quietly in his ear, loud enough for him to hear. "Who?" Jake shouts over the music. "Sunghoon" you reply. Again, quietly just incase someone overhears.

Jake looks at you with concern, "if you want to leave we can, I don't mind" he suggested but you're quick to shake your head, saying no. "I have a better idea" you say.

You tell him his idea which is to pretend you both are dating. You're not going to let your ex ruin your night. Thankfully to you, Jake agrees to your idea.

After about an hour or two you both are now starting to slowly get drunk. That's when you see Sunghoon and who looks to be his girlfriend, the same one who he cheated on you with. Rage is what you could describe how you feel now. They both sit opposite the couch you and Jake are sitting on.

"Kiss me" you shout over the noise. "What?" Jake asked out. "The plan, kiss me now" you take your eyes off your ex and look at Jake. Your friend realizes that Sunghoon was there and he does exactly as he's told.

He kisses you. Your hand goes to cup around the side of his neck and he brings his hand to your waist as you both start to make out right in front of your ex.

"Hey Sunghoon, isn't that the bitch you dated?" Sunghoons girlfriend asks him while nodding in the direction of where you are sat, making out with Jake. "What? Oh..." Sunghoon sighs when he sees you two. "What a whore" his girlfriend says and Sunghoon glares at her. "Don't call them that" he says angrily. "Why? They are. You're lucky you're dating me~ we should make them jealous" the girlfriend smirks at Sunghoon but he just scoffs and gets up.

"Where are you going?" She pouts as she looks up at him. "I need to be alone, don't follow me." Sunghoon says bluntly and leaves to step outside.

Meanwhile you and Jake pull away. You look at the direction where your ex was and you notice he's gone, only the girlfriend sitting there, now talking to another guy who's obviously interested in her. "I guess it worked" you laugh.

"Yn" Jake calls out and you look at him. "Yn I like you" he says out of nowhere. Not being able to hold in his feelings anymore, especially after that kiss. "As friends? Yeah I like you too!!" You say, obviously not getting what he meant. Jake shakes his head, "no yn. I like you more than a friend" he tells you and you don't know what to say. You shake your head in disbelief.

"No, we're friends...Best friends, you don't like me" you don't know if you're trying to convince yourself or him that he doesn't like you. "Yn please, I do. I like you so much, since before you and Sunghoon even got together." Jakes eyes start to tear up, not taking the rejection well.

"Jakey- Jake. I'm sorry but I can't, I'm gonna...I'm gonna go" you start to get up before you even finish your sentence. You take another shot before leaving.

As you walk out you see Sunghoon standing outside, looking annoyed yet sad. "Yn" he says as soon as he sees you. 'Shit not now' you think to yourself as you're on the verge of tears. Not only is your friendship most likely ruined with Jake, but also you have to face your ex.

"Are you okay?" Sunghoon notices your teary eyes. Although he did hurt you before, that never meant that he wants to hurt you or wants to see you hurt. If he could he'd turn back time and not do what he's done.

"Yeah, I'm...I'm fine." You sigh out a reply. "Did your boyfriend hurt you??" He asks out genuinely. "He's not my- why do you even care?" You slightly raise your voice.

"Yn...it hurts seeing you hurt, of course I'm going to care" your ex says truthfully but you try not to care. "Oh yeah you cared so much that you cheated on me" tears nor flowing out of your eyes as you speak. "This night was going so well until you came along" your words hurting him but he let's you continue. "Fuck you, why do you have to ruin everything" you say eith your voice shaking.

He comes closer to you "I fucking hate you" you continue but you stand still, watching him come closer to you. His arms wrap around your smaller figure as he hugs you. You don't even bother to move, tears running down your cheeks as you feel his warmth, something you missed so much, something that no one else can give, only him. You bring up your arms to wrap around him. "I hate you." You say again.

"I know" is all that Sunghoon says before hugging you tighter and you simply let him.

Taglist: @hoonieswhore @ness-iness @parkhonnie

#sunghoon #jake #sunghoon angst #jake angst #jake fluff #sunghoon fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen fic #sunghoon fic #jake fic #kpop angst #kpop fic #angst

[99hook]

Home

Synopsis: Hook’s homesick & you feel just like home

Best friends to almost lovers

Warnings: just some cursing

A/N: this is sweet but also pretty sad towards the end. Not gonna spoil anything, enjoy babes!

Hook rarely finds himself questioning his life’s choices. He’s always been passionate about being a professional wrestler, and when he’s not going through a tough time, he knows that he’s living the dream he’s had since he was old enough to walk, but sometimes he can’t help but reminisce on the life he had back home, and the one he misses the most while he’s constantly on the road.

He forgets all about time zone differences as he shoots you a text from the other side of the country, and he stares at the little black words beneath the blue bubble that say delivered as he waits for you to read it.

Like most nights, he falls asleep waiting.

Little did he know, after venting to his dad about everything that’s been weighing on him, Taz took it upon himself to contact you and fly you out for a few days to surprise Hook. He knew that you were his best friend and the entire time Hook was confiding in his dad, he kept diverting any topic of the conversation back to you. How he wondered what you were doing and how you two don’t talk as much as you used to. How he wonders if you tune in to Dynamite or Rampage sometimes and if you still have that dog you found on the street a year ago.

Taz realized pretty quickly that Hook was homesick, but not just for home. For the one who feels like it the most. So, after all of the things Hook told him, he headed back to his hotel room for the night and Taz was quick to whip out his phone and give you a call. Seeing Mr. Senerchia’s number pop up on your screen scared you immediately.

“Hello?” You quickly spat through the line. Your very first thought was that something must have happened to Tyler, because his dad never calls unless it’s your birthday.

“Y/N?” His deep voice bellowed through the phone.

“Yes sir?” You grew anxious already, needing to get to the point of this phone call. “Is everything okay?” You blurted, the tone of your voice certainly showed the worry you felt, and Taz could tell.

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine, it’s just, well my son misses you a lot.” He cuts straight to the point, and you immediately felt the relief wash through you. “We’re out here in California right now and he’s a little homesick. Not acting like himself. If it’s not too inconvenient I was thinking I fly you out here to surprise him. The kid needs a familiar face, you know?”

It really didn’t take much for you to agree. You were going to have to request time off work but you never took time off, so you were sure it wouldn’t be an issue at all. Hearing that Tyler had been missing you was all you needed to know. You were going to give your best friend the best surprise with the help of his dad and you were already buzzing with excitement.

“I would be more than happy to fly out and surprise him! Just let me know when and I’ll be there.”

“Great!” Taz belted out. “I can get you booked for a flight in a couple hours if you think that can work.”

Well, it wasn’t the most convenient and definitely would leave you on rocky terms with your boss for the last minute use of emergency time off, but you weren’t going to pass up on this. You missed Tyler more than you usually admit to anybody unless you’re wasted, so you agreed, Taz went on his phone as soon as he hung up and booked your flight for four a.m. and when you received a text from Tyler that read, “Can we FaceTime?” You were already flying over the states on your way to him, so you had to ignore that message.

Taz had arranged for a cab to pick you up from the airport when you landed and bring you to the arena where he and Tyler already were. You felt like you were severely jet lagged but you weren’t going to show it. Your heart was hammering against your chest the closer you got to the arena and when you spotted Taz waiting outside the back entrance doors you had to remind yourself to breathe.

You slid out the back of the cab with a suitcase that Taz grabbed from you before he pulled you into a tight hug. Back in high school, when you and Tyler were nearly inseparable, Mr. and Mrs. Senerchia were practically like your second parents. They were always inviting you over for family dinners and pool days during the summers. They always teased you and Tyler about how you were going to get married and have tons of babies, which always made you roll your eyes and Tyler blush.

Things changed when Tyler left for AEW. You knew it was coming but the two of you always swore you’d stay just as close as you’d ever been. Of course, distance is like a deadly disease. Different time zones, both having busy schedules. The nightly FaceTime calls turned into regular phone calls every few days, then into texts here and there until the only source of communication you two really had was a message every so often. It was bound to happen but you both hated it. You never wanted to bother him, assuming he was always really busy and he kind of assumed that since you stopped calling and texting every night before you went to sleep that you forgot about him all together.

That’s why it came as a surprise to you when he texted you asking to FaceTime. It made sense, considering what Taz told you and you wanted to so bad, but surprising him in person was going to be so much better than seeing him on the screen.

You slid out of the back of the cab and were greeted with a warm smile from Mr. Senerchia. He pulled you into a hug before he grabbed your suitcase from your hands and waved the cab away.

“It’s good to see you, kid. Tyler is gonna lose his mind when he sees you.” Taz chuckled as he started walking and you followed. You felt overwhelmingly nervous the more the two of you walked through the building. You weren’t sure why there was a knot in your stomach but you chalked it up to the fact that it was the end of June and you hadn’t seen Tyler since the day after Christmas.

“You’re staying until Friday right?” Taz asked as you tried to keep up with his strides down the hall.

“Yes sir.” You nodded.

“Good. Tyler is off tomorrow so that works out well. I can’t wait to see the look on this kid’s face.” Taz claps his hands and rubs them together as you round a corner and stop in front of a door with a sign that reads, HOOK.

Right when Taz goes to knock, you tell him to wait. You were so nervous that your hands were suddenly trembling. “I’m scared.” You half-joked with a weak laugh.

Taz chuckles back at you. “Nothing to be scared of. He’s still the same ole Tyler. Just don’t bring the Hook out in him and you’ll be alright.” He teased before he knocked on the door and your heart quite literally stopped for a second of two when you heard Tyler’s voice from the other side calling out, “Who is it?”

“It’s your father.” Taz shouts back.

“Come in.”

Taz opens the door and stands there. Tyler’s back is turned as he rummages through his bookbag, until Taz clears his throat in a rather dramatic way.

Tyler turns around and his eyes instantly widen when he sees you standing there next to his dad. He had the look of pure shock on his face and you weren’t sure if he was happy or not. You gave him a small wave and softly cheered, “Surprise.”

A split second later Tyler somewhat regained himself and managed to speak. “Y/N?!” The tone of his voice was one clearly filled with confusion and excitement and it made you instantly relax a bit.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Give this girl a hug son, she flew all this way just for you.” Taz steps out from between the two of you and Tyler takes two slow steps foward, opening his arms to you. It was suddenly the easiest thing in the world for you to wrap your arms around him and be enveloped by his embrace. His hold was strong and the tight squeeze he gave you before he unwrapped his arms made you miss the hug as soon as you separated.

Looking up at him you could see now that the initial shock was wearing off and the happiness was settling in instead. His dimples on his cheeks were proudly on display as he smiled down at you.

“Alright, I gotta get to work. You kids have fun, and remember son, you need to be Hook in about twenty-five minutes so don’t get carried away back here.” Taz points at Tyler and Tyler nods back before the door is shut and the two of you are left alone.

A low chuckle slips past Tyler’s lips as he shakes his head. “I can’t believe this”. He says as he grabs your suitcase from where Taz left it by the door and slides it next to his in the corner of the room. “How long are you staying?”

“I’m leaving Friday night. My flight’s at eight.”

That was music to Tyler’s ears. He was originally going to just chill at the hotel or the gym on his off day but now he was already planning all kinds of stuff to do in his head.

You glanced around the room and took sight of the white shorts laying on top of the counter with blood stains all over them. “Damn.” You remark as you run your fingers over the dried blood. “This must be from when you knocked Preston Vance upside the head with that chain.”

Tyler’s eyes lit up. “You watch me?” He asked, not even trying to hide the smile that spread across his face.

“I do sometimes.” You admit. “I’m pretty sure you are the hometown hero at this point. Everyone watches you. Dynamite and Rampage are always on at the bars”

“That’s sick.” He beams, obviously feeling proud to know that. Then there’s a small moment of silence and his smile fades to a frown before he mutters, “I miss home.”

“Home misses you.” You softly smile.

Tyler watches as you run your fingers over his ring gear. Then your eyes find his from the reflection of the mirror and you feel something spark inside that you weren’t sure you ever felt before. Something that made you feel both giddy and anxious. Full of joy and full of despair.

Tyler dropped his head and cleared his throat before he glanced at his watch wrapped around his wrist and realizes he needs to get his gear on for his upcoming match.

He grabbed the forest green pair of shorts from where they laid on the back of the only sofa in the room and said, “I’m gonna go change real quick.” Before he headed out the door. You took that small window of time as your opportunity to look around that room. There wasn’t much to it but it smelled like Tyler’s bedroom back home. Aftershave, cologne and some other scent intermingled that you could only describe as Tyler.

You looked around at his items laying around the room. The white bookbag laying over the back of the sofa was left open and you were so tempted to peek inside since there was so much curiosity around what is actually in that bag, but you fought that urge and took a seat on the sofa instead.

Tyler came back in and tossed the sweats and hoodie he was previously wearing on the sofa next to you. This is when you noticed all the little changes. New tattoos, more chest hair than he probably ever has had, much longer, messier hair but somehow he still looked like that same boy you grew up with your whole life.

“I want to stay in here with you but I have a match in about five minutes. Do you wanna sit and wait for me in here or do you wanna maybe watch my match from the viewing room?”

It seemed to you like he wanted you to watch his match, so you nodded at that and the way a slight smile spread across his lips let you know what he did in fact want you watching him. He ignored all the questionable glances from his coworkers all around as the two of you headed to the viewing room. You were relieved to find it empty.

“Make yourself comfortable while I go beat some ass.” He chuckles. “I’ll be back after.”

Just having you there and knowing you were watching was the whole entire reason why Hook was out to play for the show. He had a burst of confidence that felt like power surging through him just from having your support.

He secured the win proudly and was overly excited to get back to you. It was hard for him to stay in character and to keep that scowl on his face when he knew who was waiting for him in the back.

He sent his dad a text that said he was leaving for the night and usually Taz would tell him he shouldn’t leave until everyone else does, but this one time, Taz didn’t object.

Tyler didn’t want to waste a single second of this time with you.

“Still never been to LA?” He asked, and you shook your head as you looked around his hotel room. He dropped your suitcase next to the bed along with his and smiled. “There’s a lot to do here. Name something and we’ll go tonight. Anything you want.”

“Anything?” You quipped. “Okay.” You thought to yourself for a minute, but truthfully you didn’t even know what there was to do. And all you really cared about was being with him. It really didn’t matter what the two of you did.

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me. I don’t know what’s really out here. You pick something.”

Tyler didn’t know either. He couldn’t think of something good enough for your first time in Los Angeles.

“There’s a boardwalk not far from here with a bunch of rides and stuff.” He suggested. “There’s also a bunch of clubs. We can either be kids or adults tonight. Whatever we want.” He shrugged, leaving the choice to you.

You found yourselves on the top of a Ferris wheel, overlooking the beautiful starry sky that reflected like diamonds in the ocean below. You were in awe of the view but Tyler was in awe of you and it was making this time with you the best and the worst, because he knew it wasn’t going to last long enough.

“It’s so beautiful.” You sigh as you snap a picture of the view. It was a little grainy. It didn’t do the view justice.

“Let me see.” Tyler says, and you hand him your phone. He holds it up and leans back enough to get you in the shot, admiring the moon, the stars, the carnival lights and all. He nudges your arm to pass your phone back. “That picture is ten times better.”

You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks unsure what to say next. The feelings rushing through you were nothing new, but that was your secret. You knew you had feelings for him before but the distance between the two of you made it easier to deal with after a while. You thought you were over it but the way your heart just fluttered when he smiled told you that you weren’t.

Tyler was on the same page as you but he was just too good at keeping it under wraps. He wanted so badly to have something real, something that kept him going, something that sparked a fire within him. That something was undoubtedly you, and had always been you since the very beginning.

If he wasn’t traveling all over the country. If he wasn’t living the chaotic life he lives now, he’d without a doubt be settled down with you by now. Maybe you’d have a few kids in the near future. He could always picture it, but this life he lives won’t allow it that easily.

You and him both knew that if you ever admitted your true feelings and tried to have something more than what you have now, time and distance was going to destroy it. It wasn’t worth it to either of you. Tyler had hope that maybe one day life would slow down enough to let him settle down and if you’re not married by then he’s sure that he will do whatever it takes to put a ring on your finger but for right now it’s not fair to you to wait for him and he knows it.

There’s a moment of silence before the Ferris wheel starts again and the two of you are lowered around the wheel. Tyler and you both have confessions on the tips of your tongues but hold back completely out of the fear that the business will tear you both apart forever.

It hurts him to bottle everything up and it hurts you when he slings his arm around your shoulders and you rest your head against his chest, because you both know that it’s uncertain what the future will hold but what is unfortunately set in stone is that this is all you have to hold onto and time is harshly limited.

Still, you both do your best to force those thoughts away and enjoy the time you have together. As much as you wish it could last forever you are grateful for the moments you have right now.

“I’ve been so homesick lately.” Tyler confesses, his thumb stroking your shoulder. “Thought I needed to take some time off of work and go back home for a while.” He adds on. “But it turns out that I wasn’t really missing it as much as I have been missing you.”

You felt your heart flutter and a little bit of a tear sting the corner of your eye that you were quick to blink away. Tyler’s arm tightened around you as he rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“Please keep visiting me like this if you can. I need you to be with me more often.”

You nodded, glancing up at the relaxed features of his face and the way his eyes sparkled in the carnival lighting.

“I will Tyler.” You saw his lips pull upwards in a small smile. “I’ll miss you too much not to.”

#hook aew #hook #hook imagine #hook x reader #aew hook #tyler senerchia #hook nation rise #cold hearted handsome devil #send hook #hook aew x reader

[kingrayii]

-: As good as this one :-

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Please check it out and leave kudos and feedback! As good as this one is 1st part of a TFE fanfic series I have, called -: family :-

“Hey, Optimus! Happy Father's day!” Bumblebee’s voice rang to Megatron’s audio receptors. Optimus had received a video over to his communicator, and it was from Bumblebee. 

“Happy Father’s day!” Arcee greeted on the video as well, she made a brief appearance behind Bee. 

“I’m sorry for a late greeting, I’ve been stuck at Malto’s the whole day. The Maltobots needed my help to make the day perfect, so I stayed to help. But I will never forget to remember you on this day! See you tomorrow, Prime sir!”

Before the video reached to end, the voices of the Terrans and their human family shouted and greeted Optimus happy father’s day. Bee knelt down to Mo, who was apparently signing him to kneel down for her. Mo appeared on the video.

“Mom said we can say that, even if you’re not our dad, but you are still a dad! At least to Bee!” Mo said with a wide smile.

“Bye, Mr Optimus!” with that, the video ended.

Optimus chuckled to himself. He replied to Bumblebee’s video with a brief text message, thanking him, Arcee and the whole Malto family. Megatron walked over to Optimus’ right side; “Cutting it quite close this year. The day is almost over.” 

Optimus sent his reply and facing Megatron he said: “It doesn’t matter. These things are something you know, even if no one says anything.” 

“Actually, I, too.. received a greeting today”, Megatron mumbled, trying to appear cool about it, but Prime saw the glimmer in his optics. 

“Oh?” Optimus asked, tell me more, and Megatron answered; “Young Twitch called me earlier today. She… told me, happy father’s day, even if I am far from being one to her.”

“You may not be a father to her the same way Alex Malto is, or even as far-fetched as Wheeljack. But those bonds also prove to us that being family doesn’t mean biological connection”, Optimus explained, and Megatron hummed thoughtfully. 

“Yes, I understand that. I guess… I never expected to mean this way to anyone”, Megatron confessed. 

Optimus smiled for him. Megatron had come a long way from when he was still a Decepticon leader; back in those days, he would’ve never thought the way he did now, never admitted those kinds of feelings out loud. Optimus felt joy in his spark. 

Megatron and Optimus both turned to look at the beautiful scenery that opened in front of them. Witwicky was a beautiful place, and the sun setting painted the world purple and pink. Both of them took a deep breath and let their optics rest on that beautiful view. 

“I also consider you family, Megatron, and I-”

“Don’t say it, Prime, or you might grow on me.” 

Prime chuckled; “I already have, old friend. I just wish to remind you of how much I cherish you, and what we have.” 

Megatron averted Prime’s gaze for a moment before he looked at him from the corner of his eyes. Megatron was struggling with words, he still wasn’t used to being treated like Optimus spoke and thought of him. 

“I… can’t say it back yet”, Megatron admitted, defeated, and looked down at his feet. Optimus smiled dearly to him; “I know. It is okay.” 

“But-” Megatron added, lifting a hand on Prime’s shoulder.

“I… you know.”

“I know”, Optimus hummed. 

Megatron didn’t need to say it back. Actions spoke volumes, and Megatron was shouting to Optimus the same words he just said to him. Optimus and Megatron shared eye contact, and both of them smiled. There was still much healing to do, and not only for Megatron. Optimus would wait for him for all of eternity, and even longer.

“Megatron? I often find myself thinking of how wrong we could’ve gone, had we not stopped the war.”

“Why waste time on something like that?”

“I can’t say. Maybe it is the fact of how good things are, and how bad they could be. Maybe the idea that in the countless other universes, things are far, far worse. Do you think that, maybe, there are more universes like ours? Where we do not have to fight? Where we are brothers and sisters, not divided by factions or anything else?” 

“Like you said, Prime… There are countless universes. Some ought to be as good as this one.” 

Optimus smiled and sighed contently. He narrowed his optics and hummed; “Yes. Some ought to be.” 

#tfe #transformers earthspark #megaop #tfe megatron #tfe optimus prime #tfe twitch #maltobots #tfe terrans #fanfic #transformers fanfic #tfe fanfic #tfe megop #megop

[quigonswife8]

Feelings revealed: Peter Hale x reader

Peter overhears that you admit you love him

Okay so my crush on this man started when I was like 13-14 has only gotten stronger 'cause of the movie, so thought i'd write something about him.

Warnings: the pack being mean to Peter behind his back, swearing.

Peter deserved better. There, I said it. I know he’s done stuff and is viewed as ‘evil’ but I genuinely don’t think he is. Probably gonna get hate for that but I believe he isn’t, and he did become a good person.

Also Peter is a bit ooc but meh

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When did you fall for Peter? That's the question that you ask yourself everyday. When did you fall for him?

Was it when he had healed you for the first time, despite making it clear he didn't like you, at the time.

Was it when he had protected you when Hunter's were trying to kill you?

Or was it when he'd saved your life the first time out of many.

-

The room is full of quiet chatter and glances when you enter.

"Did we start the meeting already?"

...silence.

You pause, and tilt your head.

"Everything...alright?"

Though it's clearly not. So they're hiding something...but why?

"(y/n)."

Scott begins, standing up. He leans back against the table, trying to form words. If you could hear his heart right now.

As one of the only non-wolves in the groups you aren't able to hear people's hearts so you can't tell when they're lying. It's hard most- a lot of the time- but it honestly doesn't bother you.

"...It's..."

"It's Peter."

Lydia finishes his sentence, one hand on her hip.

"...we need to talk to you about him..."

A nervous look flicks onto your features. Why would they need to talk to you about him? Has something happened to him? He would have told you, you practically talk everyday. It's obviously not good, based on how they looked when you'd entered.

"What...about him?"

It's Derek, who answers you next. His arms crossed, as they usually are. He looks troubled...but for who? For himself, for Peter?

"..we need you to cut contact with him..."

There it is. There's the catch to this conversation. Of course you were stupid for thinking it would have been something different.

"What?"

"It's dangerous for you to be his friend..."

Rolling your eyes, you scoff.

"...it's also dangerous to be in beacon hills, but none of us have left."

good point

"...(y/n)..."

Scott remarks.

"If you were friends with anyone else, that would be fine, but it's..."

"Peter Hale.". Stiles adds in, pointing his finger. "...and we haven't had the best history with him."

They have always had a problem with Peter.

Even when he's helped. Yes he’s done stuff in the past, and yes understandable they don’t trust him, but that was the past. He's changed. Why can't they at least give him a chance? ‘Cause everything he’s done has mainly been for his family

"...yeah..." you reply, pointing at each of them. "Yours. Your history with him, not mine"

Beginning to grow frustrated as every second passes.

"...I'm not going to just cut contact with him because you tell me to-"

"But he's evil.". Stiles raises an eyebrow, trying to point out the facts when they're not true.

"He's not evil...he’s done some things but he’s not evil.”

Closing a fist to fight back from punching something, you avert your eyes away from Stiles. Avert from everyone. They're your family, and families fight. The other's share glances trying to find a way to make what they want to happen, happen.

Next, Derek steps forward again.

"Please, (y/n). Just..."

"No..."

now, as you stare at him, a flicker of anger shows in your eyes.

"...I'm not going to, and if that's all you wanted me here for, then i'm leaving..."

a beat. a beat of silence follows, solidifying your point.

"Fine, i'm leaving..."

Turning on your heel you begin to leave, ignoring the looks. Before yoou can disapper, though, Stiles says something else.

"..Why do you care about Peter so much?"

Theres so many reasons why, but the main reason is what you admit. What you hadn't been meaning to, but now with your emotions everywhere you can't help to.

Walking over to the door, you stop. Not looking back, only looking forward.

"...because I love him."

Pushing the door open, leaving them exchanging surprised glances.

The door closes behind you. Running a hand over your face, like before, you walk through the hallway. Coming around the corner a few seconds later, walking straight into something- correction- someone- when you do.

It's not anyone from back there, it's actually who you hadn't been meaning to run into quite so soon. Without even looking up at the person you just know.

"...Peter..."

looking up, eyes meeting his. He looks...surprised, which means..

"You heard me...?"

He nods, but his expression is different. Different than it usually is. He's not wearing a smirk, or wanting to say something like a joke, his expression is one of surprise- of confusion- but mostly happiness.

Why? because he never thought you would feel this way, and, judging by your heart, you weren't lying.

So he begins to say something, but you catch him off guard by leaning your head against his chest.

"...i'm sorry, Peter. You didn't deserve to hear what they said..."

Snapping out of his initial shock, he slowly wraps an arm around you, letting you get more comfortable in his hold.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm used to it..."

"You shouldn't have to be Pete."

and, you're right, but you're the only one who thinks that. Peter sighs.

"...do you want to get out of here…?”

Pulling away from Peter, you look up at him.

"...please.”

They'd probably try and convince you, again, but you can't listen to them right now.

"...let's go..."

He presses a soft kiss to your head, lingering a moment. Then the two of you leave. When you get into his car, you're on the road soon enough.

Head resting against the window, you look out at the road trying to forget what had just happened. Before you reach where he's staying, Peter glances over at you. Heart-beat slowed back down, to a more even rate.

"...I...love you too, you know."

He notices how your heart-rate picks up, but then falls back to normal. Smitten: that's what you are. You're smitten with him. You look over at Peter with a smile, with such love in your eyes. Never has he made you feel the way anyone else, not that you're complaining,

After a moment you look out the window again, but this time you're unable to stop smiling.

#teen wolf #peter hale #peter hale x reader

[limeinaltime]

This is in response to the recent drama that arose in the fandom recently. For context, here's the post and the response (had to borrow it from another blog because the poster has me blocked). Please read through all of it for context.

I don't usually do this, but I want to state my case on the matter. Note that I will be addressing both callout posts in this, and my contact with both ProjectAnomaly and the unnamed person who sent the DMs was limited. Putting this under a cut because I have some things to say.

Do I support the things mentioned in this post? No. Never. Not in a million years. But this is something that happened two years ago, and I never wanted to be involved in it to begin with.

For starters, let's cover the people I am in contact with.

River (now going as Lizzy) is a friend of mine and someone I've talked to ever since MD's first episode aired, and I can say for a fact that this conversation of adoption and letting them move in with them has played out. At the time, I felt hopeless and wanted to help as well, but Lizzy doesn't owe me anything. A then-13 year old doesn't owe me anything, especially if it's for something like basic empathy. That mindset is a pretty fucked-up thing to have, especially when someone comes to you for comfort. I don't think Juno's intentions were bad, but their reaction to Lizzy cutting ties was.

"I was never that close with them anyway" is a very flippant thing to say about someone you seemingly cared for enough to try and offer help.

Waayix and Belle, I didn't get into proper contact with until after this had passed, but I was aware of what was going on through what Juno and the unnamed person told me. Waayix, I had been contacted by a few times due to similar interests. Do I agree with what they did in the past? No, I don't, but I'll get to that later. I also don't think a minor should go poking around in 18+ spaces, either.

And saying that Waayix was "covering their tracks" when they deleted their own account once all of this started happening recently feels kind of hypocritical. This is a very "what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament" kind of situation"

Waayix doesn't even say she likes it. She says she stays away from it at the point of those messages being sent. I am not defending past actions, but if someone's trying to fix a mistake, you don't just say "Yeah, they're just doing it to cover their tracks" you don't come out and admit stuff if you're trying to cover your tracks. The account was taken down, it doesn't exist anymore, Waayix expressed that they regretted it and it doesn't need to be a whole thing. There was no need to make this a thing.

I was 19 when this happened, and not active on the server where this took place, so my contact with Juno was pretty limited. I had no idea what was going on, and what I said in the post was based solely on what I knew from what I was told by the people I was messaging. I said what I thought based on what I knew and wanted nothing of it. I won't take it back, but I wish I handled it more maturely. When I learned about what happened, I was shocked and blocked Waayix and Belle for a while. I took everything Juno and the other person mentioned here said as fact, and solely based my reactions around that.

What happened was wrong and I won't take back my initial feelings. I was upset and confused because while I didn't know Belle, Waayix was someone who I had admired for their art a while, having only talked to them on sparse occasions. I blocked them because I wanted nothing to do with something I genuinely had nothing to do with. I blocked the unnamed person to tried to contact me because I didn't respond well to sudden mentions of conflict, something I regret in the present. I wish I had made myself more clear, and I wish I had told them. The reason I cut contact was because I wanted nothing to do with this, and I don't want to be connected to someone who reacts in this manner to conflict.

Time passed. The people owned up to it and I decided to give these people a second chance because I wanted to trust that this was a mistake instead of malice. If they did it again, I would've cut ties and left it behind without a second thought, accident or not. But they didn't. The incidents mentioned here never happened again. The choice I made was a conscious one, and one I made long after the incident itself died down.

You can form your own opinions on what this makes me in your eyes, but I want to put how I feel out here before everyone takes what I said in the post as the only way I feel.

I was upset at the time. I'm not anymore, and I don't like that I was used as evidence. The thoughts I had then do not line up with the thoughts I have now. I am not a good source of proof, and I don't want to be proof. I let my own opinions on them form, and I consider them friends that I can trust as of now.

I believe that people should be held accountable for their actions and that all mistakes have consequences. That's how we learn and grow as people. I believe that people are capable of remorse and changing their minds. A bad person feels no pain of their actions and an apology is just words, a good person makes active attempts to be better and push towards amends. If someone says sorry and does good on it with active attempts to be better and rectify what went wrong, then I will forgive them with time. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. But the words I said two years ago do not reflect the words I would've said now, nor should they have been used in this manner. These people have admitted to what happened, owned up to it, and have changed from who they were back then, and for that, I am willing to move on as well.

TL;DR (and I say this to both parties involved): I was upset, and said those things, but I'm not anymore and have forgiven these people and gave them a second chance. No one's obligated to do what I'm doing, but don't put these people on blast, either. Accept that people change and grow, mistakes are admitted but will not always be forgiven, and go on living.

#murder drones

[jenyifer]

Boston deserves to have his “friends” back (mostly about bostonray tho)

Now… I’m not going to pretend that Boston didn’t do anything wrong to his friends but what I want to talk about his how Boston is a good friend who does love his friends Ray, Mew, and Cheum despite the fact that he is leaving for New York possibly (something I don’t think his friends know about)

In the first episode you get the setup that the four friends are always together. Yes they are in this Hostel project but they get lunch together go out in the evenings. Happy together. We even get some photos in the opening montage that Boston has taken of of them at Cheum’s Noodle shop, at School, and at YOLO. Not including the photo that Boston and Mew have a copy of that Boston keeps next to his bed.

Boston also is the one who drives Ray home most of the time. When the series started out I thought maybe BostonRay was a thing because the two of them were so close. Watch their early scenes Boston is joking with Ray looking after him. Not perfectly because Boston is very self absorbed just like Ray. But I think it comes from Boston taking Ray home and probably giving in to Ray’s plea’s of “don’t leave me.” Boston has told Ray about his bedroom stories and probably Vice Versa. They are two lost boys cut from similar cloths. SandNick is the friendship we get to visibly see but I get the feeling BostonRay is the implied bestie duo. Boston has likely heard Ray lamenting about Mew time and time again. I think Boston was shipping RayMew together because he wanted their 4some friendship to last forever the idea of them being able to support eachother when Boston leaves probably was a comforting thought to Boston in a sick way. I think Boston would have been semi okay with SandRay. Boston does even hype ray up to sand before disaster saying “Do you like him? My buddy has the looks and the dough. His type is hard to come by. You know?” I’ve discussed this before but I think Boston is triggered by Sand not admitting that he likes Ray and Mew’s braggy phone call. Boston was trying to save Ray from heart break by throwing cold water on the situation. He does semi agree with Nick next time Boston takes Nick on a date that what he did to Ray was wrong which is a big step. When Ray tells Boston about him knowing about TopBoston Boston is genuinely hurt by this. He knows he is losing his best friends. Bostons consequences are coming home. We know how screwed he feels from his end credit scene

But Boston does go to Ray as soon as he finds out about Ray’s injury. We don’t know if Boston had tried to contact him before this but we do know Boston is disappointed to see Mew there rebounding with Ray. In spite of the audio coming from Ray and ruining Bostons relationship with Nick. Boston looks to Ray multiple times to see if he’s going to say anything but no. All of Bostons friends are really gone forever now.

(I’ll talk about Mew and Boston later I pinky promise swear) but Mew blackmails Boston into joining the group again and Boston just shuts up and takes it. He accepts his new role of a body for his friends to have about and judge. I really really want the 4 of them to have a relationship again. Yes yes what Boston did with Top is awful but what his friends have done to Boston is also pretty terrible. So I’m hoping they can reconcile because that is what Boston wants despite everything that has happened I think Nick is right. Boston misses his friends.

Boston did accept what they were telling him that he’s a bad guy not wanted but that’s not really what he wants. He desperately wants to be loved. To have his chosen family again and I hope he can get it with a lot of making up for his bad decisions

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #only friends meta #ofts meta #only friends Boston #ofts Boston #ofts nick #only friends nick #bostonray #Boston x ray #ray pakorn #only friends ray #ofts ray #Jenny’s rambling #only friends episode 9 #ofts ep9

[atxxzist]

broken | c.s (final) preview

series m.list

pairing: choi san x reader

word count: 1.4k

dear y/n,

i am finally writing this letter. i’ve sat down many times attempting to do so, sometimes barely able to get through the first line and sometimes i’ll read the first paragraph i wrote only to throw it away, completely unsatisfied. but it’s been four years–at least at the time that i’m writing this–that i’ve last seen you. four years since we saw each other and we probably won’t for a very long time, if ever.

it would be a miracle for me if i was to ever cross paths with you even just one more time, but it would be a tragedy for you because i’d like to think fate wouldn’t be so cruel to put you through that. so i write this letter with the thought that you would most likely never see it, but i did promise myself that if fate really is that cruel and we were to cross paths again, i would give it to you. it’s a bit selfish of me, but it’s because i know the chance of ever seeing you again is close to none. but it’s also everything i’ve ever wanted to tell you; say to you. i want to apologize sincerely, even though it’s a little too late. in a way, this letter is also an outlet for me and my thoughts.

it’s been about a year since i’ve graduated and around this time of the year, i always get a little sentimental. could be because i’m so far away from home so it’s only natural, but i know it’s because it’s summer and i tend to associate the season with you. we did a lot together and you opened some parts of me i couldn’t say or admit at the time.

you would always used to tell me to just try whenever i didn’t see the worth in doing something and i honestly just dismissed it because it sounded silly and quite cliche. i thought it was ironic coming from someone so shy and timid who always looked at the world with so much fear in her eyes. now, i’m starting to understand the amount of courage it must've taken you to even go out of your comfort zone. i realized, i was so much of a coward in comparison despite thinking i was the hottest shit at the time.

i always ran, but you never did. i was so scared of anything new and unfamiliar but you always faced them even when there's a likely chance of failure. i treated you like shit and you still wanted to love me. i think about it often... why are you this way? but i won't ever know because i never put in the efforts to get to know you beyond what you could offer me. you always asked about me but i never did the same in return.

if i could redo everything, i would want to hear your story. i would love to read anything you write. i said i would, but i never did.

i'm in the states, i'm sure somewhat and somehow you probably already know that (or you probably don't because you don't care anymore, which is fair). i left right before the start of the second semester during sophomore year. it was a big decision for sure, but i needed the change. things were already getting stale and repetitive, and you know me... i am not one to stick in one place for too long. i will always run, and so i ran to the states to live with my sister.

other than the fact i was born there and half of my family resides there, at that point, there was nothing left for me in korea. i didn't have much to lose if i were to fly across an ocean and start anew.

wooyoung had already cut contact with me by then and any friends close to genuine i've ever had were all from associations with him. soon after, i realized anyone i still talked to were all phonies who i only hung around during parties and stupid rendezvous, with the exception of jongho. he got into yonsei, by the way. if you didn't see him pestering you on campus, you probably already picked that up. he sent me a message a few months ago to come back and attend his graduation but i told him to fuck off because he didn't attend mine either. good for him, though. he's a smart kid.

but yeah. wooyoung's a good person even if he grew up privileged. it's what makes him such a people magnet. he was the most genuine friend i've ever had and the one who stuck by me for the longest. i really took him for granted and it only hit me when i lost him.

you are fortunate to have someone like mingi and yunho who seems very protective. i was a little scared when wooyoung warned me about mingi because he threatened to knock me out if he ever sees me. he's much taller than me, so i don't doubt it.

i know i sound miserable so far, but i am actually doing pretty okay... unfortunately. you probably don't want to hear that and wish i was suffering, but i've suffered for maybe two and a half years before i finally felt somewhat content and okay, if that will make you feel any better.

the states is different and the people are as well. i've got to experience a lot of new things for a change.

when i transferred, i still didn't know what to do. the clock was ticking and there was only so little time before i had to pick a field. i ended up going into dance performance, and of course i thought of you. when i found a passion for it again, i thought of you. and when i graduated last year with a fine arts degree, i thought of you... all because i knew you would be the happiest to hear about it.

whenever anyone asked me why i don't want to come back home, i would always tell them what i told you: because there's nothing left there for me. but one of the biggest reasons why i didn't want to come back was because it reminded me of you too much. that, coupled with other factors, just makes it so much harder for me to want to return. it feels like reopening old emotional wounds that i have no one else to blame for but myself.

but my junior year, i met someone named yeonjun because we shared the same major. i get nostalgic sometimes because he often reminded me of wooyoung. speaking of wooyoung again, i sent him a similar letter but in email form a while ago, though not as long, and he said he was happy to hear from me again. i wasn't sure if he was going to reply at all because it was an old email and i assumed he probably wanted nothing to do with me and that was official. but he replied pretty fast and said if i ever returned to korea, he doesn't mind catching up. he went into business and said it's something he actually really enjoys.

yeonjun is cool though, and like a less annoying version of wooyoung. he was also a transfer but had been here longer than i have. he met his girlfriend online who's living in south korea and so after he graduated, he went back right away and said he was going to attempt to open his own studio. just about a month ago, he called me and said it's almost done and he would be recruiting. he wants me to come back and help him and i've been giving it some consideration because i'm not doing much here back at the states either.

i was hesitant at first, of course. all for the reasons i've already stated, but all i ever do i run and even i'm growing tired of it. no matter how many bad memories the place holds, it is still home and my motherland after all.

anyways, i apologize for rambling. the letter is getting way too long, but my point is, i might've started liking you at one point. not in the casual way that our relationship was, but actually really like you. i don't know. now that i'm older, it's true that the love you've given me was something i was not ready for at that time and age. and now, it's everything i wish i have. funny how time really does change a person.

i hope you are doing good for yourself, and i'm so sorry if you ever get the chance to read this letter.

-- choi san

#no pic bc i can't spoil the moodboard #san x reader #choi san x reader #ateez angst #fic: broken

[darklydeliciousdesires]

First... and Only - An EZ Reyes/Reader One Shot Story.

Smutty, fluffy first time with EZ. Enjoy!

Words - 3,456

Warnings - Smut below the cut. Under 18? DNI!

Tags - @vulgar-display-of-escapism @withmyteeth @mrnd93 @drabbles-mc @kitty-of-mischief @rikki-b-lake @babaohhhriley @indigosaurus @saracatherine @darqchilddaydreamz​

“Oh, damnit,” you begin, reaching for your bag with your foot while trying to keep hold of the two side braids you just plaited into your hair to keep the top half off your face.  Reaching further, you just about manage to hook your toe under the strap, shifting down the bed slightly where you’re both resting, having a lazy afternoon watching Netflix. “EZ, help. I’m all out of hands!”

He laughs softly through his nose, grasping your bag and hauling it over. “Hair bands?”

“Yes. They’re in the middle pocket.” He unzips the bag and delves in, locating the little clear pouch you keep them in, pulling out another packet with them.  

“Oh?” he begins, raising his eyebrows at the discovery of a package of contraceptive pills. “Since when have you needed these?”  

“Since not yet. Since impending.” Being raised in a ridiculously strict religious household, sexually, you’re a very late bloomer. Now you’ve been out in the world on your own without the threat of your parents (whom because of their attitudes and treatment of you throughout your tentative years, you no longer have contact with) and their hellfire, you’re enjoying dating for the first time ever. And, as a result of that, ready to try the natural progression from dating. Sex. It’s time you had it, and finally, you’ve found a guy you very much want to experience it with.

EZ smirks, putting them back into your bag as you seal your braids together with one of the bands, finger combing the rest of your loose tresses. “So, things with Ryan are going well then, if you’re thinking pre-emptively?”

“Yeah, yeah they are.”

He picks up on the slight lacklustre delivery of your statement immediately. Of course, he does. He’s your best friend, after all. He’s trained in all things you after so long. “You don’t sound all that thrilled at the prospect.”

“No, no,” you begin, waving your hand. “I am, but I’m nervous.”

He shrugs slightly. “I think everyone is when it’s their first time. I mean, he knows, doesn’t he?”

You shift a little awkwardly. “I um, I haven’t told him. And I don’t want him to know he’s my first either. I don’t want it to be this big song and dance, or this overly romantic moment, not at my age! I just want to have sex and get the first experience of that over with. It doesn’t mean so much to me.”

He looks a little puzzled at various points throughout your explanation. “Babe, it should matter to you. Okay, so you don’t have to make it sickly sweet and overly romantic, as you say, but he should at least know he’s your first.”

You smile thinly. “I kinda can’t tell him that now, because as far as he’s concerned, I’ve had sex before. I’m so fucking embarrassed at still holding my V plates, I didn’t want to tell him. It also kinda puts me at a really bad disadvantage now, too, because I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. Help, EZ!”

Clinging to his arm, you hide your face against his shoulder for a moment, EZ wrapping that arm around you, holding you against him. “What, you want me to be your practice run?”

Your eyes widen, your cheeks tingling with bashful colouring. “Oh, Jesus! That isn’t what I meant!” Immediately you turn away, covering your face with your hands and squeaking in shame.  

“I would, you know. If you wanted me to.”

Immediately, you surface, his ease at the idea taking you by surprise. “You would?”

“Yeah, I would. At least then you wouldn’t have lied to Ryan about not doing it before, and your first time would have been with someone you know and trust, too.” His comfortableness with the idea really is a little startling, but you have to admit, the idea hasn’t prompted any kind of hesitation from you. Well, not too much.  

“And you don’t think it’d make things weird with us?”

He snorts a little. “I think we’re too close for that to happen. You said you didn’t want a big song and dance, so it doesn’t have to be. It’ll just be me, putting various parts of myself inside you for a while, you’ll enjoy it, know what you’re doing once we’re finished and there, it’ll be done with.”

“Oh, I will, will I?” you playfully question. “You’re very confident.”

He grins. “I have very good reason to be.”  

“Hmm?” you murmur.

“Mmhmm.” At some point throughout this, you’ve both turned onto your sides to face one another, EZ reaching to stroke his finger around your navel, exposed above the waistband of your sweats. “So, do you want me to show you why I’m so confident?”

Suddenly, you feel a little nervous at the prospect, but know underneath that with EZ, he’s the very last man in the world you need to feel nerves or guardedness around. He might be a violent criminal, an outlaw with few morals, but to you, he’s your safe place, your secure person. With him, you know you have nothing to fear, even though a little part of your brain is squealing at you, how strange it is, the prospect of the fact that your best friend is about to put his cock inside of you.  

Oh, did you just make up your mind? Interested parties should probably be informed of that...

“Yes, okay.”  

“Alright. Just relax, you look like a bit like Bambi staring at a shotgun,” he laughs softly, reaching for you, his big hand tenderly caressing your face as he leans closer, his lips capturing yours in a kiss. It’s chaste to begin with, both of you sizing the other up a little, those kisses soon deepening. Oh god, he’s such a good kisser! He clasps you close, his hands wandering, stroking your back, one moving to grasp at your ass, his thigh moving between yours as your fingers tug at his t shirt.  

You’ve always secretly thought what a sexy body he has, but now you get to touch, you don’t spare a moment in pulling that t shirt up, EZ straightening up and yanking it over his head before laying back down, kissing you with enthusiasm as your fingers delight in stroking him, each ridge of hard muscle encased beneath soft skin, exploring his body, your explorative touches making his flesh prickle with goosepimples, a gruff grunt pouring from his mouth to yours when your thumb and forefinger pinch and tug at one of his nipples.  

You feel a little drunk on him already, his hands moving to squeeze your tits, in awe of all the new sensations you’re experiencing, little fizzes of pleasure shocking you as your tongue swirls with his, having it hit you in waves that you’re about to have sex for the first time, and with your best friend. Feeling braver, your hands slide down over his abs, feeling them shudder beneath your keen fingertips, brushing over the thick bulge that’s starting to tent against dark denim.  

It’s exciting for you, unbuckling his belt, unfastening his jeans, knowing you’re about to see and feel a cock in the flesh for the very first time, that excitement coming out on the fervour of your kisses. Your hand slips beneath the waistband of his boxers, curling around his shaft, moving your mouth to his neck rapidly to hide your wide-eyed expression at his size as you pull him free, looking down to gaze upon the long, thick erection in your soft grasp.

You love the way it feels in your hand, so hard, but the skin covering it so soft and velvety, your grip gentle as your run your hand up and down upon him, his shuddered breath making your insides prickle pleasantly. “Tighten your hand just a little more. Yeah, that’s good. Fuck, that’s really good.” he instructs, his big chest rising sharply, his breath hitching when your fingers reach the head of his cock. Through your tentative knowledge, you know he’s more sensitive there, your thumb gently stroking over the very tip, wet with precum, his hips jolting at that action, a groan welling in his throat.  

You hand glides up, thumb circling, gliding down again, pulsing a few squeezes at the base of his hardness, your mouth kissing his chest, watching as his nipples harden, his breathing deepening, abs shuddering a little. “Is that good?”  

“Oh, fuck yes, it’s good.” he assures you with a little ripple of laughter, his fingers gently pushing beneath your chin, raising your head and kissing you heatedly, his tongue swirling with yours as he pants into your mouth, your hand speeding up a little more on him. He shifts down a little, his hand stroking down your side, pulling at the sleeveless band top you’re wearing, fingers flicking your bra undone, exposing your breasts to him. You feel a little shy suddenly at being seen practically topless, his fingers stroking over your tits in turn, your nipples pebbling to his touch.  

He presses you back slightly, your hand still working his cock as he dips his head, mouth scattering kisses over your chest, his tongue circling each nipple, his mouth closing, sucking deftly. Closing your eyes, you lose yourself to the sensation, his mouth sending you a little giddy, the very first sexual contact you’ve ever received from a man, and god, it feels so good.  

His hand continues to slide down, fingertips pattering over your tummy, a glimmer of slightly nervous anticipation sparkling through you when those fingers reach your sweats, his hand pushing within. Your knees part on instinct, granting him better access as you feel him brush over your slit through your underwear, a shuddered breath fluttering over your tongue as he feels how wet you are, the fabric he rubs saturated in your arousal, his hand delving within, needing that contact with you.  

You whimper softly, your heartbeat escalating as he literally opens you up to a brand new touch, the only fingers other than your own to touch you so intimately, making the moment feel all the more real. In your mind, your inner voice is screaming in disbelief. ‘Oh my god, EZ is fucking stroking my pussy, I’m touching his cock, we’re kissing, it’s fucking amazing, what the hell?!’  

“Take these off.” His grunted instruction, his voice deepened by lust brings you back to the moment, his hand tugging at your clothes. Releasing his cock, you push your undies and sweats off, your hand resuming its gentle pull at his shaft, EZ moving your leg to rest on his hip, hand moving to begin stroking you once more.  

“Oh god, oh!” you gasp, his wet fingertips skimming over your clit, rubbing you very, very gently, evoking sweet tingles, your free hand cupping his cheek as your kisses gain urgency, panting against his mouth, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you, but still experiencing a slither of nervous energy over that. The size of him alone is a little worrying, although you know he’s going to make you more than ready for him.  

You’re tingling, your insides feeling that burning tug of arousal, the sting sated somewhat when he pushes his middle finger against your opening, the long, thick digit sliding within your walls, EZ groaning as you flutter around him, the glow he evokes at stroking you on the inside causing the pleasure you feel to radiate through your core, a sensation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.  

He adds a second finger, sliding them back and forth, a slow, thorough trawl, pressing and nudging against each sweetly sensitive spot he finds, curling his fingers and raking, locating your g spot with ease. “Oh, that feels so, so good!” you gasp, his fingers rotating, your slick soaking his hand.  

“Want me to make it feel even better?” You nod dumbly, panting hard as he turns you onto your back, pulling off his jeans and boxers while you remove your top and bra that have been bunched around your middle, a little soar of anticipation. Is this it? Is he going to... oh, not yet, he isn’t, his lips kissing your hip, leading over as he settles before you, lying flat as his hands part your thighs, your sex spreading for him, open and ready to receive the long, firm lick he bestows upon you.  

Oh Jesus. So that’s what it feels like. You always wondered, how it would feel to have a mouth between your legs.  

That first lick of your slit from his hot, eager tongue makes your eyes close tightly, your hands resting either side of his head, delighting in the feel of his mouth, again, your brain going into utter overdrive with the giddy thoughts. ‘Oh my god, EZ is eating my pussy, and fuck, he’s so good at it and he’s only just started, oh shit, I LOVE this!’ you think, feeling gratified beyond comprehension as he repeats the action again. Your hips shake, little quakes spreading through your body as you’re continuously tasted with keen exploration, EZ flattening his tongue against you and sliding it over every last bit of your hot, dewy flesh.

Every time he lays a firm lick at your clit, you jolt keenly, biting your lip hard as you shudder against his mouth and whine softly in bliss, scarcely able to believe anything could feel this good. His hands rest at your hips as his tongue starts to slowly circle your bud, relishing in how wet you’re getting for him. “Fuck, (Y/N), you taste so beautiful.”  

“I do?”

He nods, sucking at your clit, making you gasp, his cheeks hollowing as he groans deeply. “Oh, hell yes. God damnit, it’s making me so fucking turned on, eating you.”

Dipping his tongue into your dewy hole, he drags steams of that silky nectar he’s enjoying the taste of so much back to your little hardened bundle of nerves he’s so expertly focusing upon, so thorough in his ministrations, you can barely lie still. Gasping and moaning, you’re at a loss to know how on earth anything could feel so good, that is, until he pushes his fingers back within you, crooking them, continuing that circular stroke as his tongue beats firmly up and down over your clit.  

Your slippery walls begin to contract around his fingers, his tongue eagerly coaxing pure, unfiltered ecstasy from you, your soft moans loudening, making his cock throb to hear your ascension, biting your lip as your back arches, being penetrated quicker by hard snaps of his fingers. You can barely form thought, it feels so amazing, so utterly incredible, tight tingles spreading through you as a pulsing heat begins to blaze through you beautifully.

“Oh, shit! Please, please don’t stop, ohhh!”  

“Yeah, you gonna cum for me? Come on, cum all over my tongue, fuck.” He encourages you with, his licks firmer, faster, panting hard against you, the lewd sound of his fingers driving into you filling the air as you wail helplessly. It’s a surge of utter divinity that washes over you, rendering you a shrieking, shaking mess on the bed, your body clammy and hot, knowing that now you’ve experienced what it is to cum against a tongue, you’ll crave it endlessly.  

What you crave most of all, though, is him. Him inside of you, EZ sensing it, kissing his way back up your body, pushing your legs apart a little wider, his mouth closing over your nipple as you feel him guide his hardness towards your soaked opening, suddenly pausing.  

“There’s no need to, I’m clean, but do you want me to put a condom on?” he asks you courteously, his body trembling with anticipation. You smile, stroking his face while shaking your head.  

“No, I just want to feel you inside of me.” It’s a moment that suddenly takes on a lot more tenderness than either of you could have ever banked on feeling before it began, EZ pushing for entrance, his mouth dropping open and a sigh of blissful exclamation leaving it as he sinks into you steadily, resting his forehead to yours, kissing you softly. A little sob of pleasure escapes your mouth, overcome by it, the intrusion of him, so thick and unyielding, staggered by his gentleness as he remains still for a few seconds once he’s bottomed out, drawing back, that fluid glide better than anything you could have imagined.  

“Is that okay?” The way you kiss him gives him all the answer he needs, EZ resting his weight onto his forearms as he pushes forward again, establishing a slow rhythm, staring down at you, his thumbs stroking your cheeks before his eyes fall closed and he kisses you again. “You feel fucking amazing, damnit, you take me so damned well, beautiful.”  

His praise makes your heart somersault, butterflies exploding into life within your belly, the glide of his cock absolutely exquisite, a flurry of tingles charging through you as warmth gathers at the base of your spine, your veins gilded in sunshine as the pleasure radiates through you. God, sex is incredible. How on earth could something that feels so amazing ever be considered so dirty and sinful, as you were always taught? Lies. It was all lies.  

With each thrust, you feel yourself relaxing further, his cock dragging your walls and electrifying your senses, spearing you deeper, the pleasure gathering, the air thickening like the moments before the descent of a storm, nothing else existing for you other than him, this moment, your entire being overcome as your arch into him, EZ’s hands grasping yours, his mouth laying kisses at the juncture of your neck.

Closing your eyes, you lose yourself to the moment completely, gasping and crying out as he fills and empties you at a steady rate, your neck and clavicles the focal point of his mouth. What he gives you is pure, unbridled ecstasy, your whole groin alight with the kind of sensations you’ve never felt before and never, ever want to stop feeling either.

“Please, EZ. Fuck me harder,” you demand of him, watching him raise an eyebrow at you in a devilishly sexy manner, smirking before he leans down to kiss you.

“You sure?”  

“Please!”

He chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose, a wickedly sinful grin spreading across his face. “Alright.” Your jaw practically unhinges itself when he thrusts into you forcefully, crying out in bliss as he increases both pace and voracity, moving his weight off you as he sits up and pushes your legs back until your knees touch your shoulders, his gaze dropping to watch the sumptuous sight of his slick shaft spreading your pussy around him.

The position change makes for deeper, tighter penetration, his huge cock feeling even bigger as it glides in and out of your burning wetness with ease. The pace becomes unfettered, your hands gripping his arms as he starts to really fuck you hard, your screams filling the room as you smile with satisfaction.  

Everything is wild, fervid, uncontained and magmatic, both of you spiralling headlong into the kind of release that has your moans and groans filling the air along with the sound of your skin smacking together, an undoing of all-consuming magnitude charging through you and rendering you an absolute wreck beneath him.

He lies on top of you for what feels like a very long time, both of you kissing and stroking one another as the fiery pleasure ebbs away, your walls fluttering with little contractions around his cock as your breathing becomes steadier once more.

“That was...” you begin.

“Yeah,” he breathes, stroking your face, cock still twitching within you. “(Y/N)?”

“Mmm?”

He takes a breath, smiling, a small frown denting his forehead. “Don’t go on any other dates with that Ryan guy. It’d be bad.”

“Bad?”

“Yes. Bad for his face, because if he ever touches you, I’m gonna punch him.”  

You laugh softly through your nose, stroking his neck, sharing soft, syrupy kisses with him. “Well, that lines up well with my line of thinking.”  

“Which is?”

“That there’s only one man I want to touch me like that from now on.”  

EZ grins, fingertips stroking your cheeks. “I’m good with that, querida.”  

“Can you be good with doing all of that again at some point soon?”

He exits you with a slippery pop, pulling you into his arms as he lays beside you, stroking your hair and kissing you. “How’s half an hour?”

“Perfect.”

And it is, too. After all, who better to realise, while you were having your first time with him, is more perfect for you than your own best friend?  

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[chuusei-matsu]

"Good Boy~" Jyushimatsu x reader oneshot

Warniiiiiing: this one shot contains NSFW content! Please do not read any further if you're under age! Contents of this fic include:

- Mild pet play themes

- Praise kink

- Fem-Dom reader

- Obviously Jyushimatsu Matsuno

- Mild sadness

- some heavy fluff as well

- a Lil ooc jyushimatsu (mostly him being a little bit sad/sensitive)

This is your final warning to click off!

(context before I start, this is heavily based off this dream I've been having for weeks and also how I feel like he'd react to romance after Homura left, so enjoy my weird brain)

It had been 3 days since you had last seen Jyushimatsu, you two have been hooking up in secret for over a year now and it's been great, but you do want something of a little more substance with him. You realized this over the 3 days you weren't with him, sure your meetings with him usually devolved into excitable mind-bending sex, but there was just the certain aspect of having him keep you company through mundane tasks that you'd missed.

Either way, you can't focus on that right now because one of your friends set you up on a date and has threatened to cut all contact with you if you bail again. As you're getting ready for your date in one of your more disheveled states, you hear a knock on the door. Reluctantly you answer it, ignoring any embarrassment you might feel from someone seeing you in hair curlers and a face mask. There he stood, Jyushimatsu Matsuno, looking like he was just about to break down in tears before he saw you, without thinking, you ushered him in, now fully focused on trying to ease whatever pain he was in.

"Jyushimatsu.... What's wrong? Where have you been? Are you hurt?" you frantically check over the man, obviously not wanting him hurt, even if you were a little upset at him for randomly disappearing for with no contact. In a shaky voice, he spoke up "I really tried Y/N, I tried not to bother you so much, I didn't want to keep coming over" he whimpered out. This both confused and concerned you, why didn't he want to come over anymore? Did you hurt him? Before you could worry more, he spoke up again.

"You deserve someone who can give you everything you're worth, I can't do that!" he panicked admitting this, instinctively you pulled his chin up to meet his stupidly cute sniveling face and sigh. "Jyushi, what's gotten into you? Why are you suddenly so worried about what I deserve? You shouldn't worry about things like that, especially not to the point where it's stresses you out so much" you do your best to comfort him, realizing he might have been feeling really insecure. "I don't know what's going on in that brain of yours, but all those bad thoughts swimming around in there need to leave... I want you to know, if I didn't like what we have going on.... Whatever that may be, I wouldn't keep is going for as long as I have" you quell his concerns, rubbing the back of his head gently, practically making him putty in your hands.

"I'm sorry" he mumbles out, now leaning gently into your touch "i just was scared because... I wanted to ask you something, and then got in my head about everything between us.... I've never done that before" he admitted, now just wanting to be touched by you in any way. "Jyushi, you can ask me anything, I already told you that, remember when you asked me to try topping you.... Whether it's something serious or something silly, or something involving sex, I'm always gonna answer you"

After gathering himself, and shutting his eyes to avoid possible rejection, he suddenly blurts out "Do you think we could be more than just friends who have sex!", what he didn't expect to hear was a barrage of giggles leave your mouth. Not the type of laughing that's comes out when you're insulting someone, nor the type that comes out when you're amused, it was more of that shocked/stunned laughter that came out when you're taken aback. This whole time you were worried you harbored unrequited feelings for him, when he was in the same spectrum as you, he looked at you kind of shocked until he was comforted by the familiar warmth of your lips crashing into his for a good minute before pulling away.

His beautiful dumb grin returned, taking that kiss as a yes, without thinking, he scoops you up in his arms "I HIT A HOMERUN!!!" he cries as he attempts to carry you to your room, you stop him suddenly "Wait Jyushi! Uh I do have to tell you.... Not tonight, my friend set me up on a date, and they gave me this dumb ultimatum"

"that's dumb, you shouldn't be their friend if they do something dumb like that.... What's an ultimatum?" he asked with a goofy grin after stating that it was dumb despite not understanding. You giggle slightly and consider explaining it to him, but deciding it not important in the end. Quickly you check the time and realize you're already late so being a no show at this point would be expected. You shrug this off and glance at Jyushimatsu "well... I'm not going to just go through all of this shit and not try to look good for someone, alright, let's go" you gently pat his shoulder as the go-ahead and he hauls you both off to your room.

You make him wait there as you get yourself ready, deciding tonight that you'd be in charge of taking of your your good boy~

After reluctantly getting yourself dolled up, you step out of the bathroom and pose in front of him, letting him see all your curves and goodies in new lingerie you bought just for him. You could practically hear the boing! sound effect as you see the tent in his pants slowly rise to attention for you, "Awe~ My puppy is getting all worked up just from seeing me, he hasn't even touched me yet~, Those 3 days without me must've been torture I bet~". Seeing the perfect seat available for you, you sit right on his lap, grinding down to make sure he knew his place, you also held his hand in place as a mild punishment, if he thought he was going to just leave and not talk to you for 3 days, he was going to have to wait to touch you.

In response to your torture, all he could give out was a weak yet teasing "woof~" letting you know that he would play your games, but he wasn't going to always be obedient. You hold his hands still as you gently grind into his lap "you know, it wasn't fair of you to just leave me, good boys don't let their masters grow lonely, I think that means you need a little.... Correction~" you hissed out with a smirk as you got off his lap. Before continuing on with the torture, you get his hoodie off and tie up his hands, making sure he couldn't wiggle his way out of anything before laying him down on the bed. "remember, if I get too intense or smother you, kick your legs and I'll know to get off" you remind him, before happily taking a seat on his face.

Within seconds you became a babbling, moaning mess as Jyushimatsu hungrily attacked your snatch like it was his last meal. The perks of him having a big mouth benefitted you fell because you reaped the rewards after teaching him how to properly to down on someone. You swore you could feel him spelling his name with his tongue while you grinded on his face, under you, you could hear him moaning and panting and making all the disgustingly arousing noises that came with him greedily kissing and sucking at your cunt.

Normally you could last an hour just teasing him like this, but you spent 3 days without anyone touching you, not even yourself! Within five minutes, you were panting and squealing against his face before stiffening, almost locking your legs around him but remembering that he needed to breathe, you try your hardest not to absolutely choke him as your ride out your orgasm on his face. You weakly giggle as you flop over on your side, slightly spent but not done yet, you both take a minute to catch your breath before getting back up and untying his hands, after discarding whatever clothes you've had left, his hands and face dive straight towards your breasts, smothering himself in between them without asking you.

You squeak softly and gently yank his head away from your tits as he let out a soft whine "Puppy~ Did I say you could play with my chest yet~?" you ask, holding his head inches away for your boobs, he whined and cried from being removed from the warmth of your cleavage "nooooooo, but please~ pleeeeeeeeease~" he started begging, panting and whining like a dog in heat having a treat dangled right in front of him.

You snicker to yourself as you settle yourself on his lap and slowly lower your wetness onto his cock. Letting go of his hair, he smothers himself into your tits to cover up his moans as he practically screamed in pleasure from the feeling. It seemed like no matter how many times you guys have had sex, it felt just as amazing at the first time. Immediately you started to sing his praises, he was a good boy, your good boy and you had to let him know. "f-fuck~ Jyushi, you're such a good boy~, my good boy~ I love you so much~" you hadn't realized what you said until it was too late.

Hearing you say you loved him set something off on him, it was like all this pent up frustration and nervousness and love and sex exploded in him and he had to take it out on you somehow. Within a second you were now under him, being hammered into and you loved it, praising him for absolutely taking care of you like a bitch in heat. "f-fuck~! Keeeeeep going~ you're such a good boy~!!!" you kept squealing out phrases like this, crying for him to please keep going as if he would even want to stop, he didn't.

The sounds he made were a symphony of grunts and moans that blocked out any words his brain tried to form. Needless to say, it didn't take long before you had to slow him down. Because you were getting close, you slowed him down slightly, bringing you both to the rising peak of your orgasms, before slumping forward into his arms as he slowly slipped out. Thank whatever God or gods you believed in for birth control because this man did not pull out.

Laying there in the afterglow of your orgasm, you glance at his sleepy face that had his signature goofy grin plastered on it. "are you feeling better puppy~?" you ask as you gently spoke his head while cuddling him. He let out a happy whine softly as he snuggled into your neck "yeah.... Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" he asked, sleep lacing his words as his gaze met yours. You sigh, equally tired as him "yes... I did mean it, now do we wanna do bath first or nap first? I'm kind of gross right now from what we did but I'm also really tired so you can decide" you speak though yawns only to exhale hard when he picks you up cheerfully. "Bath time! Muscle Muscle, Hustle Hustle!" he cheered out.

The rest of the night was just self care, cuddles, and then you calling your "friend" to say that they weren't allowed to control your life and decide how you spend it or who you spend it with. Your good boy vehemently defended you and of course pampered you through the night.

Now.... How will his brothers react to him bringing you around?

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