#he’s not attractive but all the girls went insane when he came because he’s like ‘hard to get’ and stoic or whatever

[avamills]

lmao kinda funny story about how i’m connected to someone on cobra kai in the tags lol. tw r@cism tho

#something that plagues my mind constantly is how a couple years ago i was kind of seeing this guy #who i didn’t really like like that he was alright y’know but i wasn’t attracted to him #so we were in this situationship i guess and he didn’t know i was biracial bc of my last name right even though i felt like it came up more #than once like me saying real mexican food is actually like etc etc and stuff like that #but anyway so he finds out via my friend who is the one who introduced us #when he was saying things about immigration and stuff okay keep in mind this was a couple years ago when that was THE biggest discussion #and my friend who i love dearly was like interesting you’re saying this when the girl you’ve been relentlessly persuing the last few months #is mexican and second gen #and he was APPALLED because he apparently didn’t know #and so she tells me about this and i’m like oh that sucks but i don’t know how to like confront people so i was just weird every time i saw #him and finally he was hanging out with just our mutual friend and by this time he had stopped his insane advances pretty abruptly #and i had assumed it was because my reaction to finding out what he said made me explicitly turn him down rather than play into it #because okay i’ll admit i’ll play into it with men because i like to see what they think of me y’know lol #but it turns out he stopped because he found out i’m mexican when actually i’m half mexican but anyway #so they were hanging out and he says it sucks about your friend being an illegal because she was cute AND smart #like yeah she introduced us bc at the time we were both history majors #and she tells me this and i was like WHAT #like first of all what a racist pos and second of all he KNOWS i’m second gen we both told him that now why would you call me ~an illegal~ #i’ve never even been out of the country!! i’ve only even left my state once!!!! #it was weird and we both cut him off after that and he went back to georgia and the reason i’m telling this story is because he was an extra #on our little karate show my friend showed me the post he posted about being on the show as an extra and i haven’t seen him but apparently #he’s there at least on the first season lol #he’s always been an extra on things like that’s his job lol he was in far far from home also #or whatever the first tom holland spider-man movie was i don’t remember but he was on that one #idk funny story i just remembered because someone told me if you’re light skinned that just means you’re white #which i can not even BEGIN to explain how wrong that is

[selfishdoll]

❛ I WANNA SEE...❜

Quit talkin' 'bout it, be about it | Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see. ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ LEMME SEE

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 SUMMARY.

butt-dialing your roommate while pleasing yourself (and moaning his name) went in a completely different direction than you thought it would.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 CONTENT WARNING.

accidental voyuerism, reader is a little dumb (love her though) black reader, they are both 20-22, roommates to lovers, mutual masturbation, praise & teasing, pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl, etc.), oral sex(fem receiving), manhandling, dumbification, choso has been pining for a while he was just waiting on you, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampies, hand on throat (not choking it’s just there), porn mention, etc. if i left something out please let me know.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 NOTE.

choso has been plaguing my brain just like bi-han is. also this idea came up randomly. lowkey rushed at the end. i hope you enjoy and as always; this fic is unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt to Kamo Choso. It was all physical, at first; eyes trailing down his body the day you met him— enjoying just about everything your gaze set on. He was handsome, in a rugged kind of way, eyes lined with bags as if he hadn’t slept in years; however built as if he never left the gym. How he handled both was beyond you.

But of course, the attraction didn’t end there, it grew when you got to know him— and when you moved in with him. After being rushed out of your previous apartment by your shitty landlord, Choso was more than happy to give you the extra bedroom in his home; declaring you didn’t need to pay rent for about two months just to get your bearings. From then on, anytime you saw Choso, or if anyone mentioned him; you were flushed with heat, a disgusting amount of butterflies settling in your stomach.

You were whipped and there was nothing you could do. Given you refused to jeopardize the friendship you two had.

Today was your off day after a hellish week. You planned to spend it in bed, cuddled under Halloween themed blankets. Your eyes peered up at the television hanging aganist your wall, enjoying some random video of your favorite youtuber. You blinked as a gentle knock came on your door, slowly sitting up as an enter escaped you shortly after. The door opened, revealing Choso dressed in a baggy black tshirt and some sweats. His keys were in his hands, leaning against the doorframe.

“I’m going out for a bit, do you need anything?”

You smiled, tilting your head in thought. “Mm.. no.” You spoke, watching him raise his eyebrows for a moment, giving an are you sure look. You chuckled, nodding once more to which he hummed a bit.

“Don’t call me later because you forgot somethin’.”

“That’s only happened once, Choso!” You huffed, watching as he turned, exiting your bedroom. And soon the house. You sighed a bit, sliding down your headboard to rest on your back, glancing up at the ceiling. Despite him not being in the room your still felt insanely warm, hands rising to your cheeks to groan into them. Why was he so fine and so sweet all at the same time? It frustrated you to no end.

You rolled onto your side, legs crossing as you pushed your face into your pillows. Hands gliding down from your face, you felt the warmth grow; trickling down between your thighs. Sighing softly to yourself, you switched to lay on your back again, blindly reaching for your phone. Like clockwork you clicked onto the dreaded X app, using two hands to type in a genre before one slinked back under your blankets.

You scrolled for a moment, fingers breaching your panties and simply rolling lazy circles onto your clit. The tiny sparks of pleasure slowly relied you up, searching endlessly for a video, getting more annoyed by the second. Moments passed before you sighed heavily, dropping your phone onto the bed whilst kicking off your blankets.

Your imagination would have to do. And what did it always drift off too? Kamo Choso.

Panties now bunched to your ankles, two fingers glided across your slick slit, collecting your essence until you were nice and moist; all while your other hand continued to roll circles onto your hardened buds. Dipping your fingers down, a soft sigh escaped you as you pushed them in, not reaching as deep as you liked but close enough. Once comfortable you began to thrust them in and out of you, curling them every so often— causing sweet moans to escape you.

You thought of him. Thought of yourself under him, using his fingers that were surely much bigger then your own. Stretching you out in preparation, all while he whispered words into your ear. You bit the inside of your cheek, the intensity of your fingers quickening, hips rising up off the bed as vocal noises escaped you. You moved on the bed, rolling a bit before situating yourself onto your back again. Gasps escaped you, desperate moans as you chased after your release. Choso consumed your mind, fantasies pushed forth as if seeing them right before you. His body, his voice, his hair tickling your heated skin— it was all too much. You needed him so much.

“Fuck, Choso..” Was the high-pitched whimper that escaped you, hand tiring yet refusing to stop, you were so close. You rubbed your clit raw, fingers pushing against your gummy walls before you finally came, a final moan escaping you. You breathed heavily, falling back against the bed as you slowly withdrew your fingers, groaning a bit. It took a moment to calm yourself down, rolling onto your side and attempting to ignore your mess for now. Just a moment, you would clean yourself up.

That was until your eyes zoned in on your phone, realizing it was on. With a blink you sat up, feeling your heart fall straight to your ass. There, clear as day, was Choso’s contact name. You were currently on a call with him. One you hadn’t nor realized you accepted.

The silence was eerie, a shaky hand rising to hover above the screen. Like an idiot you spoke, “Choso?..”

And much to your horror you got a breathy, “Yeah?” back. You screamed internally, hurriedly cutting the call and falling into your bed. Obscenities escaped you into your pillow, eyes pinched close as embarrassment ran through your body. Of course you would butt-dial him, of course you would moan his name, and of course you would say his name again instead of simply ending the call! So stupid, so stupid! You could die right then and there.

There was only one solution to this problem; avoid him for a month until he pushes it to the back of his mind. It sounded ridiculous, but that was the only way. So, you stood, grabbing your towel from its hanging place and paddling over to the bathroom. You would shower, grab some water and snacks — so you wouldn’t have to leave you room —, and lock your door. Choso isn’t the type to barge in, but you couldn’t chance it.

You made quick work of bathing yourself, hissing at the burning sensitivity between your legs. Once finished you pat yourself dry, sliding some lotion on yourself soon after and pulling on some shorts and a shirt after your panties. Opening your bedroom door you glanced around suspiciously, waltzing over to the kitchen and snatching up two water bottles and a couple of your snacks. Holding them between your arms while walking back to your bedroom, you felt your stomach drop the moment the front door opened. You rushed the final steps to your room, slamming the door shut and locking it behind you. You breathed as you heard heavy footsteps around the house, stepping over to your bed and placing your snacks and drinks on the nightstand. You jumped as a knock came on your door, quickly going quiet.

All was still until he spoke, “Got you some food. It’ll be behind the door.”

You nearly felt bad for ignoring him, wondering if he bought it before or after you completely defiled his ears. Biting your lip, you waited until you heard his bedroom door close, waltzing over and carefully unlocking your own. Pulling it open, you glanced down at the styrofoam container, smiling a little to yourself. Leaning to pick it up, you released a small thank you, before quickly shutting and locking the door.

A heavy sigh escaped you as you walked over to your bed, sitting down and placing the food down. Dwelling over your mistake would only ruin your appetite, you decided to distract yourself with horror movies.

After eating the food and enjoying the third scream movie, you took a nap, curled up under your blankets comfortably. An hour or so passed before you woke up, blinking slowly and glancing around the room; the only light being the television. A soft yawn escaped you, slowly sitting up and glancing at your mess. You grimaced, picking up your empty water bottle, wrapper, and food container— switching around to stand and walk over to your door. Unlocking it, you opened and exited your bedroom, sliding over to the kitchen.

You hummed softly to yourself, approaching the trash can and placing your trash inside. Walking over to the sink, you squirted a little soap in your hands, washing them for a good few minutes before cutting the water off, shaking your hands to dry. Turning to head back to your bedroom, a yell escaped you when you noticed the man standing in the doorway.

Choso smiled a little, “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” He crossed his arms, your eyes instinctively falling to them before rising back to his face. You shook your head quickly, nervously adjusting your shirt onto your body. “It’s okay.. No problem.” You cringed internally at your own voice, eyes closed and suppressing a groan.

An awkward silence carried in the room for a moment before you finally decided to rip the bandaid. You glanced up, meeting his gaze that was already fixated onto you. “Choso, I’m.. really sorry I called you and you.. heard me.” You murmured, fingers continuing to fiddle with themselves.

“I called you.” He corrected, you giving a nervous smile and a nod.

“Right, but still. I understand if you’re uncomfortable and our dynamic changes for a little bit. I.. hope you can forgive me.”

Choso tilted his head for a moment, finger tapping against his arm as a small smile painted his features. He entered the kitchen fully, coming to stand before you. “It’s okay.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He hummed softly, eyes tracing your face for a moment before his smile deepened. “I’ll forgive you.. if you show me what you were doing to yourself.”

You blinked as his words settled into your mind, eyes slowly going wide. He had to be joking, right? Gaze boring into his own and looking for any hint of amusement or mischief. Unfortunately, you could tell that Kamo Choso was dead serious. Waiting ever so patiently for your reply. Yet, you still asked.

“You’re being.. serious?” You licked your suddenly dry lips, a cold feeling running down your body the moment he nodded. Eyes never moving away from you. Heart thrumming against your chest, a soft okay escaping you after a moment. Gripping your shirt you watched as Choso stepped to the side to allow you to leave, following close behind as the two of you exited the kitchen.

You tried to ignore the heat rising, ears burning as you felt his heavy gaze upon your form. Entering your bedroom, you flipped the light on, approaching your bed. You hesitated, giving the man enough time to approach you, gently cradling your back. “You can back out, (Y/N). I refuse to push you into something you don’t want to do.” Was what Choso whispered against your ear, pulling back to glance down at you. Searching for anymore restraint.

You thought it over, biting the inside of your cheek for a moment before you stepped away from him. The man watched as your fingers curled under the waistband of your shorts and panties, slowly pulling them down your body. You came to lay on your bed, watching as he followed to sit at the edge of it.

“Watch carefully, Choso.” A sudden burst of confidence entered you, legs sliding open to reveal yourself to him. Your hand glided down your form, using two fingers to slowly spread yourself, middle finger coming to roll slow circles onto your clit. As the pleasure grew your legs opened more, head leaning back as a soft sigh escaped you. Your hand rose, pushing two fingers into your mouth and coating them in your saliva, purposely moaning around them just to watch him twitch.

Choso’s gaze was intense, leaving nothing untouched by his eyes. He hissed softly as he watched you push your saliva covered fingers inside, your walls clenching around the digits eagerly. You moaned softly, beginning to thrust them as two fingers rolled upon your clit. A soft swear escaped Choso, leaning to rest on his elbow while his free hand pushed his sweats and boxers to rest on his thighs, revealing his half hard length. Slowly he stroked himself, watching your fingers falter when you noticed him. Choso shook his head, reaching over and gently knocking his knuckles against your ankle.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Keep going..” He breathed, thumb collecting precum from his slit and gliding it down his cock. He groaned the moment your fingers moved again, watching the way you fucked yourself, your sweet moans bouncing off the walls. Choso couldn’t believe it when you picked up the call and he heard you, and he definitely couldn’t believe his ears when you moaned his name. He felt so perverted, loving every second of that call.

You hips rolled, legs shaking as your fingers curled and scissored inside you. Breathing heavily, his name escaped your mouth legs threatening to close from the pleasure. To which he refused, reaching over and locking his fingers around your ankle, pulling your legs open.

“Choso..”

“Wanna see.. that’s it, you’re so close princess.” Choso huffed, pace quickening— grinning at the way you clenched from his words. Your peaks were approaching, combined sounds of pleasure covering the room. Your eyes were pinched closed, whimpers escaping your throat before you came, coating your fingers in your release. Blurry eyes opened in time to see Choso tense, making a mess on his pants, hand, and bottom of his shirt.

The two of you panted, your legs relaxing, head resting against your pillow as you allowed yourself to breathe. That was until, you were dragged farther down the bed, feeling his strong hands grasp your thighs, parting them. You glanced down in time to spot him plant a kiss against your slit, gasping from the sensitivity. “Choso—!” You cried out, his thick tongue parting your folds, gliding across your sensitive bud.

The man wasted no time on feasting away on you, collecting your mess as if it was the finest wine; moaning at your taste. His grip tightened when you attempted to run from the pleasure, driving his tongue into you and curling. It was too much, too soon; your back arching as your hands found his hair, gripping and ruining the messy buns. Cries escaped you, thighs wrapping around his head so tightly, surely cutting off his air supply. But the man didn’t care at all, continuing to thrust his tongue in and out of you, dragging it out every once in a while to glide across your clit before diving back in.

Knuckles balled, you shook as you came all over his face, pushing your pussy right into him which he welcomed happily. He wasn’t any more gentle cleaning you up, lapping your juices with a soft hum. You pushed at him, Choso finally releasing you from the torture and sitting up. Choso rose, lifting his shirt to wipe his face clean of your mess before pulling it off fully and tossing it to the side.

You panted as he crawled over you, leaning on a forearm as his free hand gently grabbed your chin. “Focus here, princess..” He murmured softly, grinning at the way your heavy lidded eyes landed on his face. Choso leaned, stealing your breath in a heated kiss, wasting no time in driving his tongue into your mouth. Your taste burned your tongue, hands grabbing his strong arms for stability. Soft smacks entered the room, the kiss deepening; a softer whine escaping you the moment his hand traveled to your throat, simply holding it. The man rose away for a moment, a swear escaping him as he took in your disheveled form.

“How long have you wanted this, (Y/N)? Weeks? Months?” Choso questioned, tutting the moment you attempted to turn away. His hand traveled, squishing your cheeks between his fingers as he leaned down. “You’ve gone mute, sweet girl?”

You murmured softly, fingers trailing to his wrist, warming at the way his thumb pressed against your slick lips. “Months.. since I’ve met you.”

“Oh..” Choso could nearly come on the spot from that, listening to your sweet, shaky voice admit something so dirty. Watching your pretty eyes refuse to meet his gaze. You were so embarrassed.. as if you hadn’t just played with yourself infront of him. He would chuckle if he wasn’t scared of offending you. Instead, he leaned even closer, lips hovering above your own as your noses brushed against each other. “Yeah? Bet this isn’t the first time you’ve touched yourself to the thought of me..“ He spoke, lips quirking as a soft chuckle escaped him. “You wanted me to catch you one day, didn’t you pretty girl?”

You quickly shook your head, watching as the man sat up, hands falling to your thighs. You breathed as he rose them, resting the back of your knees onto his shoulders while his cock brushed across your entrance. Choso tilted his head at you, thumbs tracing your skin. “I didn’t take you for a liar, (Y/N).”

Before you could defend yourself he was pushing inside, a sharp moan escaping you as he began to stretch you. His hands were firm on you, keeping you grounded and steady. His eyes darted between the two of you, watching the way you spread around his length so nicely; walls clenching with each push inside. Choso felt the way your legs shook, a soft whine escaping you before he reached between your legs, slowly rolling circles on your hardened bud. “Relax for me, pretty girl.. That’s it— I’m almost there.” He nearly groaned at the way you clenched from his words, pushing his hips and becoming fully seated inside you.

Choso allowed you a moment to breathe, watching for any discontent while his finger continued to gingerly rub your clit. When he noticed the pained expression melt away, he was pulling his hips back, driving them forward quickly. The moment you moaned, was when he lost restraint; thrusts increasing and soon fucking you into the mattress.

Your legs shook with each rock into your body, his cock bullying your insides, reaching far deeper then your fingers or any toy you owned. Your fingers balled up the blankets underneath you, back arched as cries escaped your throat. It was becoming too much, tears ready to spill as you twisted and turned from the immense pleasure. You whined as he suddenly leaned down, pressing your legs up against your chest while his hand gently grabbed your throat once more.

“Don’t run (Y/N).. Stay right here, take it.” Choso spoke, breath heavy as his weight was placed behind each thrust. He watched the way your eyes rolled to the back of your bed, grinning to himself in enjoyment and pure pride. You were clenching him so harshly, refusing to let him go, sucking him back in greedily. He was in a daze, completely focused on nothing more than your reactions; your beautiful sounds, your twitches, how your hands rose to clench at his arms— hanging on by a thread, using him for stability.

“Choso, Choso, Choso!” His name fell from your lips in a desperate mantra, eyebrows pinched closed as you felt yourself getting closer and close. The band was tight, ready to burst as his cock rammed into you— slamming against your g-spot with no mercy. You finally broke, soaking the sheets under you, ruining them completely.

Choso released a groan at the sight and feeling leaning to plant a heavy kiss onto your lips, all while fucking you through your orgasm. You whined at the sensitivity, hand falling to his waist to which he easily caught, intertwining your fingers and pushing into the mattress. “One more, baby. Just one more.”

“Mm.. I—I can’t—!” You cried out, the man pulling back to glance down at you. You were truly a sight, bohemian braids spread out around your hair, edges messy while your lips were bruised and coated in your shared saliva. Eyes lidded, shirt damp with your sweat with your breasts pushing against the thin fabric. The man sucked in a breath, hand falling to your waist and lifting, fucking you at different angle just to hear you scream.

“You can.. been takin’ me so well princess, making me a mess.” Choso breathed, eyelids heavy as he felt his end growing closer and closer. Lip caught between his teeth his thrusts became hurried, ramming you into the mattress all while continuing to hold your hand.

Incoherent babbles escaped you, knees brushing your chest, stuck under his weight. The moment he reached between you two to rub tight circles onto your clit you were done, lifting up off the bed and creaming all over him; throat raw, voice abused.

Choso’s eyes rolled back to his skull, rising as his thrusts turned sloppy, vocal moans and praises escaping him. Soon enough he was painting your walls white, stuffing you full as the warmth caused you to whine. The smell of sex rested in the air, followed by your commingled breaths.

The man moved your legs off his shoulders, allowing them to rest at his sides before coming to lay on you. You groaned softly, hands traveling to his back. He wasn’t a light man at all, nearly placing all his weight on you. “Choso.. you’re heavy.” You whined softly, still trying to regain your breath. He simply breathed you in, free hand moving to travel up the back of your skull, fingers gliding across the parts of your braids.

“Choso!”

“One more minute. Then we can shower.”

You shook your head with a simple sigh, smiling to yourself as your fingers trailed his back. However, the man rose from his previous position, releasing your hand to place them on your waist. “On second thought.. one more round.”

Your eyes widened in horror, yet excitement brewed in your stomach. It seemed you wouldn’t be leaving your bed anytime soon.

#mani writes ━━ ★ #black!reader #jjk x black reader #jjk smut #jjk x fem!reader #choso kamo x female reader #choso kamo x black reader #choso kamo x y/n #choso x female reader #choso kamo x you #choso kamo x reader #choso x you #kamo choso #choso kamo

[theemporium]

[1.9k] sometimes it isn't easy being the fourth hughes' sibling. sometimes the pressure to compete with your brothers gets overwhelming. sometimes you just need a tall, hot swiss man to reassure you in the hidden crevices of a bar in jersey.

first nico fic completely influenced by @httplando

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There was nobody in the world that was prouder of your brothers than you were. 

It took an insane amount of skill, talent and effort to even reach college level. To be scouted and sought after, to gain the attention of coaches in much higher leagues than the kids’ team in middle school. To play for a college, to gain the attraction of professional teams, to be drafted into the NHL. It was fucking insane for one brother to reach all those goals, let alone all three. 

But that was exactly what Quinn, Jack and Luke had done. 

All three of them shared a dream and all three of them have achieved it. And you genuinely could not be happier for them. You saw everything behind the scenes. You saw the work they put into it, the countless hours of training and practicing to hone that raw talent into pure skill. You know exactly what each of them sacrificed to achieve their goal of playing for the NHL. 

And yet, despite how genuinely happy and proud you were, it fucking sucked to be their sister because everything you did felt inadequate in comparison. 

Nobody in your family ever consciously went out of their way to make you feel that way. Never in a million fucking years would they ever pull something like that. But it didn’t mean that you didn’t have these feelings, that you didn’t feel that pit of bitterness and something equally as ugly and self-deprecating burning inside you whenever your parents would gush over your brothers. 

“My boys,” Ellen cooed, reaching to place her hand on Quinn’s cheek, considering he was the closest to her. “You all played so well.”

Quinn let out a small scoff. “Yeah right.”

“Hey, just because you didn’t win, doesn’t mean you didn’t play well,” Jim had retorted with a light nudge of his shoulder. 

“Couldn’t beat us this time, captain,” Jack commented, a wolfish grin on his face as he gave his older brother a mock salute that made Luke snort. 

Quinn’s eyes narrowed, but there was a smile on his face. “Next time I’ll get your asses.” 

Luke grinned. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Regardless of who won,” Ellen spoke up, a reprimanding look on her face that managed to shut the three of them up in seconds. “I’m proud of all three of my boys, living their dream and being the damn best in the league.” 

“To the Hughes boys!” Jim jokingly toasted, lifting his glass in the air and the rest of you joined and clinked your drinks together. 

And you know. God, you fucking know that none of it was a personal jab towards you in any way, shape or form. But it was hard to fucking deny the sting you felt as your parents gushed over your brothers. It hurt when you realised there wasn’t really much to gush over when it came to you.

You had made up some shitty excuse about needing to pee when you felt the tightness in your chest. You hadn’t given any of them a chance to be concerned about your abrupt departure. You didn’t even utter a single word as you pushed your way through the crowd of the bar, the establishment heaving with members and fans from both teams. You didn’t even glance at the girl who swore at you when you barged your shoulder against her a little harsher than intended as you pushed past the toilets and into a small alcove instead.

All you could focus on was the band wrapped around your chest, getting tighter and tighter with each breath. All you could focus on was the way your lash line welled with tears that would ultimately make your mascara run. All you could focus on was the thoughts rushing through your head, far too fast for you to even fully keep up. 

All you could focus on was the fact you really weren’t okay. 

You didn’t even look up when you heard a door swing open from one of the bathrooms. You didn’t look up when you heard footsteps. You didn’t look up—or even realise—there was someone standing a few metres away until you heard a familiar voice. 

“Hey, are you okay there?”

And despite the whirling thoughts and panicked breaths, you knew exactly who that voice belonged to. And when you finally lifted your head, the shield of hair finally exposing you to the person, you could see the exact moment Nico Hischier realised it was you. 

And it took a few seconds to realise just what a state you were in. 

You felt your cheeks prickle in embarrassment. You could feel the way your entire face heated up and your stomach dropped a little at the fact Nico of all people—your brothers’ captain and the man you thought about in ways that you never should—was seeing you like this. 

“Woah, hey,” he muttered out, a frown curved onto his lips as he quickly closed the distance between you two. 

And he was overwhelming. So fucking overwhelming in a way that had your head spinning for so many different reasons. It should have felt suffocating when he squished into the small alcove of the hallway with you, especially someone of his height and build.

But it wasn’t. 

It was almost comforting, or maybe that was just how Nico was. You had seen it plenty of times with his teammates, the way he wrapped his arm around them the second they were targeted on the ice or being chirped at by the rivalling team. You watched the way he would calm them down, hold his ground, keep everything in control. 

Maybe that’s what made him such a good captain. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you managed to blubber out, a sad excuse for a laugh escaping your lips as you tried to pretend your lungs weren’t burning for some air. “I’m okay!”

But he didn’t look convinced. 

“Is this okay?” His voice was soothing, calming almost. 

You blinked, taking a few seconds to realise he had lifted his hands from his sides and another few seconds to realise what he was asking before you dumbly nodded your head. 

You blinked again, and Nico’s hands were cupping—almost engulfing—your face as his thumbs softly swiped away the tears falling down your cheeks. You watched the way his eyebrows furrowed together in concern, his cheeks flushed from whatever he had been drinking to celebrate the Devils’ win. 

“Did something happen?” He asked, so gentle in the way he spoke like he didn’t want to spook you. 

“Just…thinking,” you replied with a weak smile, your breathing still a little erratic and uncertain—and he seemed to notice.

“Breathe with me,” he murmured, taking in a deep breath and giving you a pointed look until you followed his lead. “Just like that, schatz, that’s it.”

Your eyes never left his as you copied his movements, as you took deep breaths until the band around your chest seemed to ease and the burn in your lungs was long gone. Your eyes never left him as his eyes wandered over you, almost like he was double checking you were in fact okay and not physically hurt in any way, shape or form.

“It hurts,” you whispered, catching the boy’s attention as his eyes snapped up to look at you. “It hurts when I realise I can’t really compete with my brothers. Quinn is a captain, Jack is one of the best players in the league, Luke is killing his rookie season and here I am, not even sure what I want to major in and I—”

“Hey, hey,” Nico quickly interrupted when he realised your breathing was starting to pick up again. His thumbs continued to run soothing circles over the apples of your cheek, though the frown on his face remained. “You don’t have to compete with them.”

“I know but,” you paused for a moment, and he waited as you tried to gather the words. “They are them. They are the professional hockey players. They’ve known what they wanted to be since they were practically born and I don’t even know what I want to do with my life.”

“And that’s okay,” Nico assured you, and it felt a little ironic coming from another professional hockey player.

You shook your head, letting out another laugh. “And I don’t even know why I am telling you any of this because you probably want to go and celebrate your win. I mean, you do not need to be standing here and listening to my stupid problems—”

“I don’t mind,” Nico said, a soft smile on his lips. “And they aren’t stupid. Your feelings are never stupid, schatz.” 

He was your brothers’ teammate. Forget that, he was literally Jack and Luke’s captain. You had known him for as long as Jack was a part of the team. You had known him as long as he had been friends with your brothers. And yet despite in that time, you could count on one hand the amount of interactions you’ve had with the boy by yourself. 

And yet, here he was, standing in front of you with his hands holding your face and a smile that made your chest feel tight all over again. He was looking at you like your feelings were valid, like he understood. He was looking at you in a way that so many people never could. In that moment, you didn’t feel like the fourth Hughes’ sibling—you just felt like you.

But before you could even let the voice in the back of your head urging you to let the overwhelming emotions take over, the sound of your brothers’ voices snapped you out of whatever daze you were in.

“God, how long does it take for her to pee?” Jack. 

“I don’t know, she’s a girl. Maybe it takes them longer.” Luke.

“You both are so fucking stupid.” Quinn.

“I should go,” you whispered to Nico, and something in your stomach clenched as though you were about to be caught doing something scandalous. A part of you wished that was the case. “I’m sorry you had to—”

But Nico shook his head, his smile a comfort as he took a step back. “Don’t apologise.”

“Right,” you murmured as you gave him a shaky smile. “I’ll…see you later?”

He huffed out a laugh. “I’ll see you later, schatz.” 

You had quickly stepped out of the alcove before you could embarrass yourself further, finding yourself face to face with your three brothers who were busier bickering than realising you hadn’t even exited the bathroom.

You felt like your body was on autopilot for the rest of the night, but your eyes kept wandering in hopes of finding a certain someone. In hopes that you could see him with your own two eyes and confirm that the feel of his hands on your skin was, in fact, real. In hopes that maybe he was seeking you out too. 

And something in your stomach twisted in delight when your eyes met his across the bar, a grin on his lips that felt more easy-going and teasing than the soft smiles he had given you earlier. And some part of you knew that even if your interactions with the captain had been limited beforehand, something in the air shifted the second he placed his hands on you.

Because you had an inkling feeling that tonight wouldn’t be the last time you found yourself hidden in a secret place with the Swiss man, and something quite like hope sparked inside you that maybe the years of secretly crushing on your brother’s teammate was going to turn into something more.

.

#nico hischier #nhl #new jersey devils #nico hischer x reader #nico hischier x you #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier fic #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl one shot

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

what do you think about perv!eddie wanting to ‘corrupt’ shy reader who always comes across as a good girl but is actually a little freak (in the sheets). maybe they’re in the same friend group but both of them preferred to admire each other from afar until eddie finally makes a move and finds out that she isn’t as shy and ‘good’ as he thought she was 👀

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THOUGH

imagine she puts up this shy, good girl facade when she’s with him. maybe it’s to protect herself because she knows his reputation, or maybe she just has fun with it. imagine he, while believing her act, gets off on corrupting her and thinks it’ll be a fun challenge to get her to break. little does he know, though, that she’s far from a virginal, quiet, bashful girl. in fact, she’s been sleeping around with anyone who’s willing, and she’s definitely freaky in bed. nothing is off limits for her; she’ll try anything once and most of what she tries, she ends up loving.

but what she really wants is to have a crack at eddie. it’s something she’s always fantasized about, but was too shy to actually say. he was so hot, and she didn’t think a man like him would want a woman like her. he could have his pick; why would he waste time on some girl who just admired him like a lovesick puppy? why would he entertain her, when he had groupies throwing themselves at him at every turn at the hideout?

and that would be the irony on her end. while he thinks she’s a shy virgin, she thinks he would never be interested in her. the truth is, he’s borderline in love with her. he may be a disgusting perv when it comes to her, but he would do anything for that girl. he would give up his whole life for her, his job, his everything. he fell in love the moment he met her, a year before when she first moved to hawkins and attended a corroded coffin show. it took him time to realize it was love at first sight, but he wasn’t scared. even if she never loved him back, he would always love her. it’s why he was so insanely attracted to her, more than he had ever been attracted to anyone. truth be told, he was a little bit obsessed with her.

of course, he wanted to get her in bed. it was a fantasy that came true one cold november night, after corroded coffin played a full crowd at the hideout. both of them were high on adrenaline, chasing that rush that eddie always got after a vigorous concert. they went back to his trailer, where they were alone, and were laughing & falling all over each other as soon as they stepped into the front door. they collapsed on the couch, still giggling, and eddie held her in his arms as their laughter died down.

“you’re really fucking pretty, did you know that?” he asked, brushing his finger down her cheek. “like, the most beautiful woman in the whole world.”

“you’re just saying that,” she said with an eye roll.

“no,” he insisted, caressing her lower lip. “i mean it. you are the most beautiful thing Ive ever seen.”

she chuckled, her eyes meeting his as she sat up in his grip. “i think you’re really pretty, too.”

“no,” he said with a laugh. “i’m not—“

“you are,” she said, her finger trailing down his chest.

eddie swallowed, and looked down at her. he didn’t know what came over him; maybe it was the adrenaline of the moment, or the high, or just his own tiredness of waiting so long. he cupped her face in his hands, leaned forward, and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste, soft kiss. he wanted more, wanted nothing more than to kiss her as hard as he could, but he honestly expected her to push him away. she didn’t; instead, SHE deepened the kiss, nearly in his lap as she kissed him harder. he moaned, squeezing her ass in both hands as she began to grind against his thigh. she moaned now, her hands tangling in his long hair as she sucked on his lower lip.

“god, you’re an amazing kisser,” he said, mewling as she began to trail kisses down his neck.

“thanks,” she said. “you wanna know something that could ruin our friendship?”

“like this could have?” he teased, watching her hand moving down, down, down… “what is it?”

“ive always wondered how pretty that face would look between my legs,” she whispered, her hand stopping right at his belt. “I’ve always thought about how it would look covered in my cum, or how it would look with you looking up at me, or how good your mouth would feel.”

he could feel his pants tightening already, and he swallowed shakily. “really? what, you touch yourself?”

“of course i do,” she said, giggling as she began to palm him. “and when I fuck other men.”

“you fuck other men?!” he asked in surprise. “but you’re so quiet, and so shy—“

“maybe that was an act,” she said, smirking as her mouth found his ear. “ever think of that?”

“jesus fuck,” he said, moaning as she palmed him a little harder.

“don’t think I don’t know all about you,” she said, kissing down his neck and over his exposed collarbone. “Ive heard you’re the town perv.”

“I—“ he began, cut off with a moan as she started unbuckling his belt. “shit…”

“I think it’s hot,” she said, reaching inside his pants to rub his hard dick over his boxers. “you’re so needy and desperate for pussy that you peep on me. you do, don’t you?”

“yes,” he admitted, his lashes fluttering as she moved her hand. “oh god…”

“bet you jerked off a lot thinking about me,” she said, sliding to her knees and pulling his pants down. “bet you dreamed of this moment for a long time, huh?”

“god, yes,” he breathed. “i thought about you all the time, baby. always stole your panties and bras out of your room when i came over to visit. always thought about eating you out, being inside of you, corrupting you…”

she laughed, biting her lip as she admired the outline in his boxers. “you’re a little too late for that, eddie.”

“i know that now,” he said. “I didn’t know it then.”

“i’m gonna show you just how good I can be,” she said, pulling his cock out. “you’ve got a nice dick.”

“thanks,” he said, hissing as she jerked him off. “I’ll bet your pussy and your tits are so much nicer in person.”

“I’ll let you find out,” she said. “but first, I wanna make you feel good.”

he couldn’t argue with her, as his cock slid down her throat. he moaned, bucking up and pausing only when she gagged. she took him completely, moving her head skillfully as he moaned above her. he sucked in a breath when she squeezed his balls, massaging them in her hand as her free one wrapped around his base. his eyes nearly rolled back as she jerked him off in time with her movements, his lashes fluttering as she worked his cock.

“christ, you’re amazing,” he said, his hand on the back of her head as she kept going.

she popped off, jerking him in her fist as she looked up at him. “i’m so wet for you right now, eddie. wish you could see.”

“fuck, please let me right now,” he begged.

“you don’t want your dick sucked?” she asked with a raised brow. “most men want that first.”

“i’m not most men,” he said, reaching for her. “come here. i’m so fucking ready to get my face wet, baby. you have no idea.”

she stood up, but not before she stripped out of all of her clothes. eddie sat there, beating himself off as he admired her fully naked body. he was fixated on her breasts, moaning as he admired them. she giggled, sitting next to him and taking his hand off his cock. she placed it between her legs, moaning loudly as he immediately started fingering her. he jerked off with his free hand, leaning over to take her nipple between his lips and sucking generously.

“mmm, what are you waiting for?” she asked. “eat my pussy, eddie.”

he didn’t have to be told twice.

——-

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #stranger things blurb

[abyssal808]

S1 Soulmate Au prompt inspired by @subbaculture 's prompt wherein "Eddie learns Tengwar just to be special and so Steve's been kicking around with "What's Kickin', Sexy?" on his body

What Tommy Hagan hadn’t been blessed with in terms of intelligence. God - in his allegedly infinite wisdom - had seen fit to redistribute into shoulder width.

Tommy, in turn, swanned around Hawkin’s High shoulder-checking every freak, geek and nerd into nearby lockers; with the kind of wingspan better suited to weirdly proportioned monkeys.

Hellfire members were no stranger to it. Two weeks ago Hagan had run into Gareth hard enough to leave a bruise. A “bump” with enough force behind it that he’d bounced off the lockers and landed on the floor.

Which, fine, two could play at that game. Even if Hagan could barely get his hand off Carol’s tits to realize there were counter-moves to be made at all.

A grade A dick move, even if it was also incredibly boring and pedestrian. The kind of thing jocks who barely had two braincells to rub together saw as peak comedy. Giggling like a cross between a group of cavemen and a flock of pre-school girls whenever their ring-leader du jour started herding freaks like a neurotic border collie.

“Watch it, freak.” Hagan hissed, skirting around Eddie without bothering to shove him at all. Giving a wide berth to whatever zone of contagious freak cooties being Eddie Munson brought to the table.

Behind him, Gareth - blocked from the rest of the hall by Eddie’s leather jacket, in a way only freshies were short enough to pull off - buried a laugh in a cough, muffled into the heel of his hand. Not missing the way that even Hagan - the most infamous asshole of them all - looked ready to bolt as soon as Eddie waved him off in a jaunty salute.

Victory tasted sweet and electric. Fizzing under his skin the way Wayne’s Miller Lites would bubble in the back of his throat, whenever Eddie stole a sip from the half open cans in the back of their fridge. It made him stupid in a way those brief tastes of beer hadn’t managed to yet.

Being The Freak came with perks. An untouchable radius that left Eddie drunk with power. Riding the high of knowing that maybe Highschool didn’t have to suck all the time. That he could play at being a rabid guard dog for the lost little sheep of the world, rail against dickheads like Hagan and win.

Maybe he could use it to plead temporary insanity for what he did next. Riding the high into a really, spectacularly stupid idea.

Everyone had their words.

Eddie’s were tucked away, hidden along the curve of his rib. A curly chicken scratch that mixed print and cursive into a barely legible mess.

‘Is that like, yiddish?’

A weird-ass question, until Eddie had pulled an all nighter on a now infamous school night, falling in love with Middle earth. Head filled with nothing but the dark halls of Khazad-dûm, the sweeping boughs of Lothlórien.

Speak friend and enter.

Pedo mellon a minno.

He’d traced the words over and over. Thrilled by the lilt, the cadence, the beautiful rise and fall of consonants no one else would understand.

Setting his heart there and then on the dorkiest greeting anyone could have come up with. But hey, it was original, which was half the battle people went through when picking soulmate greetings.

He’d gone through several variations. Always in Sindarin, because why the hell not.

People usually saved them, tucked them far away from casual conversation. Bizarre phrases, always non-sequitour, brought out only for special occasions. That lightning strike of instant attraction. People you could see yourself connecting with. Hoping they would be a part of you as much as you were theirs.

He couldn’t see himself connecting with Tommy Hagan in a million years. Not even if they waited in that hallway until the heat death of the universe.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t terrorize him with the possibility.

“What’s Kickin’ Sexy?”

He yelled after Hagan’s retreating back, with its fuck-off wide shoulders; elvish mangled, but passable. Enjoying the rictus of horror on his face, going from anger to fear and back again.

He shifted on his heel, pushing Gareth further behind him in case things got ugly. Herding him back towards Jeff with little bumps, as both of them tried to muscle down their cackling. Nerdy enough to piece together the gist of what Eddie had been hollering about. Even if Jeff was better at Quenya, because he was a weirdo and a purist about that kind of shit.

All in all, a job well done, assuming Hagan didn’t flip his shit and start throwing punches to assert dominance.

Or at least, it felt like it, until Harrington - trailing behind Hagan - sucked all the air out of the room. Hands on his hips, a furrow on his brow, blurting it out without even thinking about it.

“Is that like, Yiddish?”

You could have heard a pin drop.

Panic clamped around Eddie’s throat like a vice. The same way Gareth’s hand, tiny and tense - he had yet to hit his growth spurt - wrapped around the edge of Eddie’s leather jacket. Pushing past the waistband of his jeans to claw at skin.

The side that mattered, one they both knew had those words that wrapped around Eddie’s chest. Curving towards the sternum.

Whatever face he was making gave it away instantly.

Harrington’s face shuttered and fell. A whole host of micro expressions that passed through in a second before he scrubbed them away. A pair of shaking hands that rubbed at his eyes and dragged down his face. Peeking at Eddie through a gap in his fingers.

“Jesus Christ it’s you; isn’t it?”

Behind Eddie, Gareth tugged him half a step back, nails digging into his hip. Little half-moon crescents he barely felt now, but would find later.

“Steve?” The waver in Hagan’s voice would have been funny if it wasn’t nauseating.

Terrifying, when Steve waved him off and stepped towards Eddie. Jerky and halting, like a puppet with half it’s strings cut.

“I can’t fucking believe this Munson. You gotta tell me if it is.” Steve bit out, with a wobble that sounded too trembling and confused to be anger. Even if it would come later.

It was probably coming later.

Anger always got there in the end, with boys like Harrington. Sharp comebacks and sharper right hook always winning out, spurred on by that bone-deep, animal fear of losing your place in the social food chain.

King Steve didn’t seem worried it yet though. Adding to the bizarre hilarity of the situation as he undid his belt and untucked his shirt to the concerned shouts of everyone left in the hall, witnesses to this trainwreck.

If Eddie hadn’t been convinced he’d died and gone to purgatory a minute earlier. He would have been convinced there and then.

As Steve Harrington turned around, bunched his striped polo up high and his khaki’s down low. Stripping down to show the athletic curve of a hip. The dip of a waist that looked small next to his swimmer’s shoulders - almost wide enough to rival Hagan’s - a scattering of moles that dusted across his lower back, framing his mark.

There, on King Steve’s back, bracketed by dimples, low enough to count as a truly slutty tramp stamp sat Eddie’s words. The swooping curves of Tengwar branded into his skin.

“What’s kickin’, Sexy?”

#just a silly little s1 au bc i could not get the stupid baby versions of them having to deal with this out of my head lmao #txt.wav #steddie #i havent written anything in a million years hallelujah #maybe i can start again now that i broke the ice :000

[artiststarme]

Bye Bi Steve

Thank you @nburkhardt and @doubleb11 for the ideas on this fic! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

Now with a Part 2!

~*~*~*~

All throughout his life, Steve has denied his interest in guys. He discredited his feelings for Tommy H. as friendship and placed his attraction to Billy as jealousy. He liked girls, had loved Nancy, so he couldn’t be interested in guys. Steve kept telling himself that all throughout high school, all throughout 1985, up until a random day in the summer of 1986. 

It had been a shift just like any other, covering for Robin while she mooned over Vickie at the community pool. Steve was organizing tapes in the romance section in a way he knew would infuriate her when she came back when he heard the bell chime. “Welcome to Family Video, how can I-”

He stopped mid sentence when he saw it was Eddie. His hair was pulled back in a bun showing off the contours in his neck as well as a couple of piercings in his ears. His skimpy black T-shirt that showed off his scars and tattoos in equal measure did nothing to mute Steve’s attraction. 

“Hey Big Boy, when do you get off? It’s hot as shit out today and I refuse to go to the community pool with all of the religious zealots and their mothers. Fancy sharing your pool with the rest of us peasants, my liege?” Eddie blinked up at him through his eyelashes. 

Fuck, shit, fuck! This was not what Steve needed today! 

Fortunately, his outward composure remained calm despite his internal crisis. “I work until 10 tonight,” Eddie groaned but Steve plowed through the interruption. “BUT, I can give you my house key so you can swim. You can bring the kids over and use the pool as long as you watch them, alright?”

Eddie nearly hopped up and down in excitement, “thanks Stevie! I knew I could count on you! I love you!”

He went to run out of the store but Steve called him back, “Eddie! I didn’t give you the key. Here, try not to make a mess please?”

“No promises, Stevie. Thank you!” Then, he pranced through the door and was gone with a squeal of the van’s brakes. 

Very calmly, Steve walked to the door and flipped the open sign to closed. Then he turned the lights off and made his way to the dingy floor of the bathroom. It was there that he spent the next thirty minutes on the verge of consciousness, having a panic attack so brutal that he thought it might kill him. His entire life, he thought he only liked girls but just a moment of seeing Eddie looking so hot so effortlessly was enough to unravel everything he thought he knew about himself. 

Once he wrapped his head around being attracted to Eddie (he’d seen monsters with faces that opened up like a flower filled with teeth, there were stranger things than finding a hot guy hot), he realized that he needed help. He couldn’t go to Eddie for obvious reasons and Robin was too busy to help him with his crisis. So he did the only thing he could think of… he called Nancy Wheeler. 

Using the store phone at Family Video while hiding behind the counter was a low point for him but so was calling his ex-girlfriend to tell her that he might like guys. He waited for her to pick up the phone for what seemed like forever but was only a few seconds. 

“Hello, Wheeler residence. This is Nancy.”

“Nance, it’s Steve. Can you come to the video store to talk? I’m kind of having a crisis and I need to talk to someone. Robin and Eddie are busy and I really need to talk to you because I think I might actually be going insane,” he rambled. 

“Steve? Calm down, what’s going on? Aren’t you working right now?” Her voice filled with concern as she questioned him. 

“Obviously not well! I had a crisis so I shut the door, it’s fine. Can you please come? Please, Nancy?” Steve was begging her but he hoped she wouldn’t hold it against him. 

He heard her sigh and then, “fine, I’ll be there in five minutes. Just- hold on, okay? I’m sure everything will be fine.”

And so, he waited for five minutes in a sense of fake calmness. His hands were still shaking with leftover anxiety and sweat was dripping down his forehead from the stress but he was fine. He certainly didn’t jump a foot into the air when he heard a gentle knock on the door. When he peeked over the counter to see a confused and worried Nancy though, he calmed a little bit. 

He unlocked the door and opened it just enough to pull her inside before slamming it closed and locking it again. “Steve, are you okay? You don’t look very good.”

He started pacing back and forth in front of her. “Okay so, I have something really important to tell you and it’s kind of a secret? Like if you tell the wrong person, it could get me killed. But I have to tell someone because I’m pretty sure I’m losing my mind.”

She put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Steve, just tell me.”

“I think I like guys. Eddie specifically, I think I like Eddie.” They both stared at each other in silence. Nancy’s face was blank as she thought over his words and Steve’s heart only seemed to race faster at her nonchalance. 

“Okay, is that it?” She asked him. 

“What do you mean, ‘is that it’? I’ve been freaking out all day!”

“Steve, it’s okay that you like Eddie. Thank you for telling me and I’m glad you felt that you could trust me with this information. Why are you freaking out about that?” She reassured him. 

“I like girls, Nancy! I can’t like Eddie!”

“Why not?” She asked with her eyebrow raised. “No one can tell you how you feel besides you, Steve. If you like Eddie, then you like Eddie. There’s nothing stopping you from liking girls and boys.” 

“Nance, you have to be either gay or straight. There’s no in-between.” He said in frustration. 

“Yes there is. I read an article about bisexuality, it’s when you’re sexually attracted to both girls AND guys. So if you like Eddie and still like girls, it sounds like you’re bisexual,” she explained to him. 

Steve’s eyes widened but his voice was small when he whispered, “and that’s okay? It’s okay that I’m bisexual?”

Nancy gave him a soft smile, “of course, Steve. It’s perfectly fine to be bisexual. And I’m pretty sure that Eddie has a thing for you too.”

Steve grinned at her words and pulled her into a hug that she returned gently. “Thanks Nance, I needed that.”

“Of course. Things may be awkward between us but we’re still friends, Steve. And I meant it, I’m glad you felt safe enough to tell me.” 

They talked for a few more moments and by the time she left, he felt a lot lighter. He was bisexual and that was okay. 

~*~*~*~

It took a few more weeks of coming to terms with his sexuality before he could tell Robin and Eddie. Both of them had come out to him so he felt safe in the fact that they would support him whole-heartedly. Even then, it came out accidentally while watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show at their weekly movie night at the Harrington house. 

“He’s hot, I’m digging the fishnets,” Steve said while throwing some popcorn in his mouth.

Both Eddie and Robin snapped their necks to look at him. Eddie looked a little hopeful while Robin looked offended. “Steve, you can’t just say that. Are you seriously making fun of our favorite movie?”

Eddie’s hopeful expression turned mutinous at her words and he scowled. “That’s not cool, man. We’re trying to share one of the most important movies in queer culture and you’re mocking him because he’s wearing fishnets? What, does that infringe on your fragile masculinity so much?”

Steve hurried to backtrack and set the bowl of popcorn down on his coffee table away from his flailing arms. “What, no! I seriously just think that Tim Curry in fishnets looks hot, I’m not making fun of anything!”

“You’re not gay, Steve,” Robin told him confusedly. 

“I’m half gay! It’s called bisexual, it’s when you like guys and girls. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about it, I was still wrapping my head around it…”

“What, you’re serious? Steve, that’s not a thing. Bisexual is what people say they are when they’re so much of a slut they’ll go for anything.” Eddie said, shaking his head. 

Steve looked to Robin, hoping to get some reassurance but only received a scathing look in response. “Being bisexual isn’t a thing, Steve. It’s just what people call it when they pretend and try to hurt the people that are actually gay. I can’t believe you would do that.”

“I wouldn’t! I’m serious, I like both guys and girls. I’m not trying to hurt you guys or be a manwhore. I really am attracted to both. I thought you guys would be more understanding,” Steve’s voice trailed off at the end in hurt. He never even fathomed the idea that they wouldn’t accept him. Their support had been guaranteed in his mind so now that he didn’t have it, he didn’t know what to do. 

Eddie scoffed, “Steve, you’re just confused. You have to be either gay or straight, there’s no inbetween. And you’re the biggest ladies-man I know. You like girls.”

Steve sighed. He felt like his best friends were attacking him for no reason. He finally found his people, felt safe and loved by them, and then ruined everything by being honest. He couldn’t believe that the people he loved and trusted the most were rejecting him. 

“I just told you that I like both. Yeah, I do like girls. I love them, I think they’re great. But I also like guys. I don’t know why you guys aren’t accepting that, especially after I accepted both of you but I think you should leave.”

“Steve-” Robin tried to speak but he cut her off. 

“If you guys can’t accept me for being bi, I think you should leave,” he said sternly. To his complete and utter heartbreak, they each picked up their things and walked to the door without another word. 

Robin turned around just enough to tell him, “Steve, you’re just confused. You’ll get over it eventually and when you do, give me a call.”

And with that, she closed the door behind her. 

Steve didn’t even try to stifle the sobs as the ‘Sweet Transvestite’ song played in the background. He rewound the tape on autopilot, tears streaming down his cheeks all the while. He’d just lost two of his best friends, two people that he’d gone through everything with, just because he was a little too different. 

With tears still streaking down his face and sobs wracking his frame, he made his way to the phone perched on the wall. He dialed the Wheeler’s number in a haze and only came back to himself when he heard Nancy’s voice filter through.

“Hello, Wheeler residence. This is Nancy.”

“Nance,” he said, barely decipherable through his tears. “I told Eddie and Robin that I was bisexual and they told me that it wasn’t a thing! They left and I don’t think we’re friends anymore! After everything we went through, they left because I like guys and girls. What is wrong with me, Nancy?”

“Are you serious? They left just like that? Steve, listen to me. Nothing is wrong with you and you are valid in your feelings. Honestly, if they can’t accept you then they don’t deserve you,” She told him seriously. 

“Nance, I don’t care if they deserve me or not. They’re all I have. The kids come and go, my parents hate me, and Hopper checks in sometimes but I can tell he has better things to do. Robin and Eddie are the only friends that I have consistently. And you I guess. But if I lose them, I lose everything.” Another sob tore from his throat and even Nancy started to tear up on her end of the call. 

“Steve, no matter what, you have me. I know that’s not good enough but I’ll always be here for you. I’m going to go talk to them and fix this. Just relax and maybe call Hopper or one of the kids to come over to check on you, okay? I’ll handle this,” she reassured him. 

“Okay, thanks Nance.”

“Of course, what are friends for?” And then the line went dead. 

~*~*~*~

Nancy was livid. She couldn’t believe that two members of the Party, two of Steve’s best friends that had been through the same shit as the rest of them, would be so intolerant over who someone else was attracted to. Seeing a giant flesh monster made out of melted humans and a vindictive man that could kill teenagers in their own minds were fine but Steve liking guys and girls was too much? Ridiculous.

As soon as she hung up the phone with Steve, she grabbed her car keys, a cardigan, and her gun then made her way to the Buckley house. Eddie’s van wasn’t parked in front of it so she made her way to the Munson trailer next. Both Robin and Eddie were sitting on the stoop of the trailer and only barely glanced up when she pulled in front of them.

“Um, hey Nance. Can we help you?” Eddie asked her disinterestedly. Although, he became much more interested, and afraid, when she pulled her pistol from her car. 

“Get in the trailer.”

“Okay, we’re going. What’s with the gun?” He stammered. Both he and Robin bolted inside the trailer and Nancy quickly followed. 

“Nancy, please. We didn’t do anything! Are you being controlled by Vecna or something because you’re pointing a gun at us and we don’t know why. You’re our friend! You don’t want to kill us! Is your favorite song still Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper? I don’t know all the words but between Eddie and I, we can probably bring you out of it. Just don’t shoot us!”

“It’s not so nice to be betrayed by your friends, now is it?” She lowered the gun enough for them to relax before she continued her crusade. “Steve called me in tears today because his best friends, the people he trusted to accept him, rejected him and tried to call him confused when he said he was bisexual. Do you even know how much that hurt him? He called me three weeks ago having a crisis because he realized he liked a guy and didn’t know he could. After I explained it several times and assured him that it was okay, I told him that you guys would accept him. Not only did you guys trample all over his feelings, you’re also making me look like a liar. And I am not a liar.”

“Nancy-”

“No, Eddie! When you and Robin came out to the Party, we accepted you. You were nervous and scared to tell us but we all accepted you because someone’s sexuality doesn’t change who they are as a person. Steve was just as nervous to tell you that he was bisexual and you ridiculed him. What if we had done that to you when you told us? Eddie, what if Dustin had laughed in your face and told you that you had to be confused? Robin, what if Max had yelled at you and said that lesbians didn’t even exist? Whatever you imagine that would’ve felt like, Steve is feeling it right now.”

Tears were dripping down Robin’s face and Eddie had paled several shades. Both of them were at a loss of what to do and neither one could find any words to say. 

In turn, Nancy dealt the final blow. “The worst part is that the reason he figured out he was bi was Eddie. You were his bisexual awakening and then you ridiculed him for it. He feels awful now and I don’t know if he’ll forgive you guys for this.”

Eddie’s face paled even further and Robin brought a hand up to her lips in shock. Nancy just shook her head, tucked her gun into her waistband, and walked back to her car. She’d done what she came to do and now she had an ex-boyfriend to comfort.

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P.S. I still love you - c. sturniolo

pairing: chris x fem ! reader

warnings: cursing, angst. i think that’s it

sorry in advance 😔. slightly short

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dear y/n,

it’s been a year already can you believe that? it feels like we met just yesterday at a random party i was invited to and to think i was going to skip it because i had a meeting the next day, i remember how i accidentally bumped into you causing you to spill your drink on yourself god i felt so bad watching you try to dry it off i just kept apologizing and you said it was fine but that still didn’t stop me from feeling bad.

i remember that after that party we became great friends and how inseparable we were, remember that one time when we sat up on your roof drinking sodas (considering we were both underage and hated drinking) watching the sunset that’s the day i realized that i loved you and wanted to be with you forever.

remember that time we went to the park with cat (absolute insane name for a dog by the way) then somehow his leash came off making us chase him around the whole park but before we caught him you tripped causing me to fall on top of you making us laugh uncontrollably for about five minutes, that was one of my favorite moments together (out of so many of course)

do you remember when we tried giving cat a bath? that motherfucker couldn’t stay in the bathtub for more than two seconds especially since he was a very hyper dog, i remember when he first jumped out you tried running after him but accidentally slipped on the bar of soap making you fall into the water, bubbles in your hair drenched in dirty dog water and yet i still thought you were the most beautiful girl i ever saw.

remember on our two year anniversary i took you to france for a week? gosh i was so nervous the day i gave you the tickets since you “never liked me spending money on you” but at the end you absolutely loved the trip especially that special dinner we went to where i gave you the necklace you’ve been wanting for weeks, i’ll never forget the look on your face when you saw the necklace it made me feel like i fulfilled my purpose as your boyfriend.

one of the memories that brings a big smile to my face is when i remember the day nick and matt met you for the first time they were so excited because i would never shut up about you and how great you were so when they finally got to meet the reason for my happiness it was awesome, having you all getting along was amazing i loved how they accepted you with open arms, the thing i hated was how nick would always steal you from me but i forgave him when i found out you two had a lot in common more than you and me i got a little jealous but opposites attract or whatever they say.

i loved when we would go sit in your car watching the sunset or sunrise while talking about our future, i loved the way your nose would scrunch every time you laughed or smiled, i absolutely adored your voice and how your voice sounded like honey in the early morning when you would wake me up.

i loved how much you helped matt when he had any problems or questions about anything and how you never made him feel dumb for it, that’s one of the many things i loved about you how you helped others and never made them fell stupid for the questions they asked.

i loved the way you would talk to little kids, how caring you were for them and it always made me think of how an amazing mother you would’ve been.

you know matt and nick still talk about you, same with my mom and dad they all miss you even trev misses you he always sits or lays down in your spot on my bed, fuck we all miss you y/n especially me, we had a lot of plans together we had so many ideas for our future! i even bought a stupid ring that i was going to give to you on our fifth year anniversary which is tomorrow but sadly not everything goes according to plan.

but i know that you’re no longer in pain and in a better place, you probably won’t read this stupid letter but thank you for giving me the best years of my life and giving me amazing memories that i will cherish for as long as i live.

sincerely,

ta chérie.

P.S. I still love you.

with that the boy folded up the letter placing it in an envelope tears streaming down his face but what he didn’t know was that the love of his life was there watching him write that letter with tears running down her face as she smiled sadly at him, she never got to tell him everything she wanted or the fact that they had a baby on the way.

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i cried a few times while writing this um it’s mostly based off of a movie i saw a few years ago that randomly hit me (movie: P.S. I Love You) also idk why but the songs i was listening to while writing this were depressing so that didn’t help at all but i hope you enjoyed this and pls don’t hate me 😔

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tags: @sturnioloslurps @sturniolos-blog

#nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

[sansaorgana]

Buck with a WAAF reader cheering him on during the bike race 🫶🏻

hello! thank you for this 💗 i don't know much about WAAF so reader's occupation is not specified but it's a short blurb anyway 🤭 Buck doesn't have anyone waiting in America for him in this obviously 🧸

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

Out of all those American men that came here recently, Major Cleven was special. You've never been crazy about any of these – for variety of reasons. First of all, you knew that getting attached would end up with an awful heartbreak sooner or later. But also, as much as you enjoyed their company and you found them lovely, most of these boys had a typcially American enthusiasm towards this war. Major Cleven was your exception.

He made your heart stop the moment you saw him. He was so effortlessly attractive with his intense stare and hair of gold. He looked insanely good in that suit, too. Then he said "Hello" and your knees went weak at the sound of his deep voice. You only kept staring at his face and blinking until he had to repeat the "Hello" again. But he didn't laugh at you – so many of them would laugh and tease – Major Cleven pretended he hadn't noticed how attracted you were to him.

You kept observing him and he seemed to be a very calm and mature man. That was another reason why you adored him. But that was also the reason why some of your other friends from WAAF found him a little bit boring.

"Does he even know what fun means?" Rachel asked you one evening, teasingly, at the gathering.

"I'm sure he does, Rachel," you sighed. "Just because he's not as… wild… as your American, doesn't mine that mine doesn't know what fun is."

Rachel had a crush on Major Cleven's best friend Bucky.

"Well, sweetheart, the difference is," Rachel chuckled, "my American knows I exist. Your American doesn't acknowledge your existence."

"Maybe he's got a girl waiting for him at home," you explained, trying not to show how hurt you were. "If that's a case, then it means he's a good man. Loyal."

"I haven't met a single loyal man here."

"I'm sure he is."

"It's almost cute how much you like him," she winked at you.

That was when Jane ran up to you with a wide smile and blush on her cheeks.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked her.

"They're going to race! On their bikes! They're insane," she chuckled.

"Who? The guys?" Rachel laughed. "Are they taking the bets? (Y/N), come on!" she dragged you by your sleeve happily and you both followed Jane to a room where the airmen were gathering their bikes and talking out loud. It was a bit overwhelming to you and you didn't plan on betting anyway. You stood in the corner to watch.

With the corner of your eye, you were trying to find Major Cleven of course.

"Hello," suddenly, his deep voice made you turn around as your heart skipped a beat.

"H-hello, Major," you smiled nervously. "Do you need anything?"

"I'm disappointed," he admitted and you furrowed a brow. "I expected you'd place a bet on me."

"Oh," you chuckled. "You're taking part in the race?"

"Not just taking part. I intend to win," he winked at you.

He. Winked. At. You.

You got dizzy.

"Well, then, don't make me lose my quid, Major," you teased and looked for a pound in your purse. "Good luck," you added with a smile before turning around to find someone who would take your bet on Major Cleven.

Then you joined Rachel and Jane. Rachel had a very mischevious smile on her face.

"You see, he knows what fun is," you pointed at smiling Major Cleven getting on his bike.

"Apparently he also doesn't have anyone waiting for him at home," she raised an eyebrow and you pursed your lips, trying not to giggle like a schoolgirl.

The race was actually more stressful than you expected. You didn't want Major Cleven to fall down and hurt himself and it was very risky around the corners with so many drunk men trying to overtake one another. You kept on cheering and crossing your fingers, nervously watching every movement.

"How did he even notice me?" you asked yourself, louder than you wanted to.

"How could he not?" Jane rolled her eyes. "You're staring at him all the time, girl, it's sickening. Give me a break!" she pretended to throw up.

You all laughed but you could feel a knot forming in your stomach.

Yeah, Jane was right. You were sickeningly, hopelessly into Major Cleven. No matter if he talks to you again or not, you were already a lost cause. And it meant only one thing – you should already prepare yourself for a heartbreak, because sooner than later there will be a day when they announce he's not back from a mission. The chances of survival in this business were close to zero. These boys were all engaged to death.

But until then, you're going to place a bet on Major Cleven every day.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

#sansaorgana: Answered #lovely anons #lilysfiction #gale cleven x reader #*buck #austin butler x reader

[gh0stsp1d3r]

your fics with the reader being just as insane is just *MWAHHH* chefs kiss

would u do a william x slightly younger reader (in her 20s) and the reader is slightly yandere for him👀👀👀

loveee thiss!!!

ℳ𝒾𝓃ℯ

Warnings- age gap, jealousy, suggested murder at the end

You both were obsessed with each other. That much was obvious.

You both fit perfectly, because you both never wanted to let go of each other. You were more clingy and he was more possessive.

“William?” You said, entering his office.

“Yes?” He turned around in his chair, looking at you now.

“Are you almost done?”

“Almost. After this, we can get something to eat, okay?”

You nodded and smiled, leaving the room and going back into the living room and turning the tv on.

But you weren’t paying attention to the tv, just thinking of the night with William. He was already on your mind 24/7.

After an hour or two, he left his office, looking around for you.

“Alright. You ready?” He asked you, you were quick to hop off from the couch and nod. You both walked out and you both went into the car, one of his hands on your thigh for most of the ride.

He pulled up to your favorite restaurant, he opened the door for you and you both walked in talking.

Quickly, you both got some odd stares as you entered. The age difference might have been weird to others, but it wasn’t something that either of you cared about.

You both ignored them, and he was talking to get a seat. Once you both sat down, you both looked at the menus. Then a waitress approached you both.

The waitress was nice, she was smiling at you both when talking. Her eyes lingered on William for a bit long, however. This bothered you.

William was an attractive older man. He was charismatic, hot, and he could be funny and nice.

And it was often that you also saw others liking him. He was yours, why couldn’t anyone get that?

She took your orders and William could tell something was wrong. You stared at her when she left, glaring at her a way he knew too well.

He said your name softly, and you turned to him again, your demeanor quickly changing when you looked at him.

“Yea?”

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” You said, he quirked an eyebrow. “I’m fine.” You said again, turning back to the waitress for a second and back at him.

“Okkk…” he said, not believing it at all.

When she came back you kept glaring at her, especially when she tried to make small talk with him.

“Oh, that’s my favorite! It’s so good, to die for.” She said, as she smiled at him sweetly.

You rolled your eyes, jealousy growing every second they interacted. His eyes moved to you for a second and back to the waitress.

When she left he turned back to you.

“Y/n.”

“What.?”

“I love you, you know that?”

“I know…”

“And you don’t have to be jealous.” He laughed.

“But-!”

“I love you.”

“She was looking at you like she wanted to rip your clothes off.” You huffed.

“I think she’s just trying to get a tip.”

“Yeah, yours.” You mumbled, he raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes.

And once you left, you left with her name, and an idea in your head, an idea to make sure that he loved you and only you. An idea that would make every girl leave him alone, make them scared of you.

#william afton x you #william afton x reader #william afton #matthew lillard x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie

[psychwxrdd]

Chapter I - Ever since my baby went away, it's been the blackest day.

Summary: Everything goes downhill once Kate hurts Rafe Cameron. Well, should've known better than to break the Kook's king heart. Now she'll have to pay with her loved ones life.

Warnings: 18+, dni if you're a minor, death mentions, murderer, horror, stalker themes, possessive behaviour, ghostface! rafe, slasher, smut, obsession, yandere

🎀 - kate is an original character but you can imagine yourself instead

Who wouldn't want the love of the richest local boy?

Thats what Rafe Cameron always thought. Any girl would fall for him, he could get whoever he wanted. But you can not control your heart, and love caught Rafe out of guard. The moment he met Kate, it was over.

She was a kook, just like him, and almost just as rich as him. But they were nothing like each other. She was all Rafe would never be; A calm, sweet, empathetic person.

They met at Country Club, she was all by herself and Rafe couldn't take his eyes off of her since she walked in. He never saw anything this beautiful before, he was drooling.

"You fine bro?" Topper asked, tapping his shoulder, but Rafe didn't bother answering. He was mesmerized, he had to talk to her or he would go fucking insane. Kelce said something about her being someone's else girl already, but Rafe was already on his way to approach her. Not that he would care anyway, he loved a competition.

He could smell her perfume the moment he came a bit closer, and it was the best fucking thing he ever felt... He was already addicted. He could tell it was a very expensive one, and by her clothes and manners, he could tell she was a kook, too. But where was she hiding all this time? He was more than sure he would have noticed her earlier.

"Hey" he sat beside you, his figure much taller and stronger, making him feel even more attracted. "Why haven't we met yet?"

She stared at him, smiling sweetly. "I don't know? You tell me!"

After that day, Rafe couldn't spend a day without calling Kate. He needed to see her, to have her. Always texting and calling, inviting her to go out, to be with him, he wanted her around every single day. They became inseparable, mostly because Rafe was really pushy and wouldn't let her breathe properly.

This was the first time he ever felt so in love, so infatued, so sick for someone.

They were both laying on his bed, cuddling and making out. Kate made clear that she wasn't ready for a relationship, and Rafe seemed to be ok with that. They were still getting to know each other, but with benefits. They haven't got intimate yet, and that was the next step Rafe was willing to take further. He wanted it so bad that he was almost allucinating.

Things were heating up, Rafe was on top of her, grinding like crazy while unbuttoning her shirt and running his hands through the parts of her body he was craving so bad, when she suddenly stopped.

"Rafe...I, there's this one thing i want to tell you"

He was confused, but worried. "Yeah? What's it princess?"

"I never done this before..."

It took him a few seconds to realize she was a virgin. Holy shit. He couldn't be more happy. Couldn't hide his smile.

"Really?"

"Yeah...I don't think i'm ready" She avoided his eyes, blushing. He grabbed her chin softly, making her stare at his eyes.

"Don't need to pressure yourself, sweet thing, i can wait for whenever you're ready. I'll be more than honored to be your first and last one."

Kate had a weird expression on her face, one that made Rafe's heart tighten a bit.

"Yeah...Thank you" she said, getting up "You know...I think i should get going."

"Kate." He touched her arm, making her stare at him "I mean it, seriously. I will wait, there's no rush"

She smiled slightly, but he could tell she felt awkward. He caressed her cheeks, and gave her a ride home.

The next day, she didn't answered any of his calls or texts, so he showed up at her house. Nothing.

Two, three, four...A whole week passed by. Nothing. He was going fucking mad, why was she avoiding him? What happened?

He was at Barry's place, snorting some coke, when Barry said "Chill out Country Club, i know it sucks seeing your girl fucking a pogue but it's not how you're gonna solve it" while chuckling.

What the fuck was he talking about? Was he on something?

"What? Wh- The hell are you talking about?"

Barry then stopped laughing and stared at Rafe, realizing he really was clueless about the situation.

"You didn't knew Kate and JJ are fucking now?"

#original character #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #dark fanfiction #dark rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #yandere concept #ghostface #stalker #slow burn

[kilistina]

friends, right? pt.1

word count: 3k-ish

disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. includes fem!reader n harry styles, teasing, thigh riding, best friend vibes n other hot shit.

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You and Harry had been best friends for about two years now. You met at a coffee shop, weirdly enough. You were late for work and you’d spilled your drink on the ground, he was one of the first people to come and help you. Gave you his untouched drink too, because he realised you wouldn’t have time to order yourself a new one.

“No, I can’t take that. It’s yours.”

“Haven’t had any of it yet, so you’re safe.”

You remembered his kindness when you went home that day. The way he smiled at you and just gave you his drink as if it was nothing. As if he wasn’t in a rush himself that day. His looks weren’t all that bad either.

You both bumped into each other at the same coffee shop a few weeks later, and you were once again in a rush because you were late for work. You didn’t spill your drink everywhere this time though, and that was progress enough for you.

Harry recognised you instantly and of course, you were flattered.

“You’re that girl who spilt her coffee over here, aren’t you, Red?”

“I am, yeah. And Red? Where did that come from?”

“Your lipstick that day—it was red.”

From that moment on, the nickname stuck. He still calls you Red to this day—normally when he’s teasing you about something or he’s trying to make a point.

“Suits you by the way, the red lipstick.”

Even though you were late for work that day, you stayed and engaged in small talk with this complete stranger. You spoke for a few minutes, exchanged numbers and started talking more. There was never any intent with your texts, you were just two adults who became friends under bizarre circumstances. You started seeing each other more often, mingling with each other’s friend groups and you’d quickly grown closer.

Whenever you’d have boy trouble, you’d call him and he’d help you out. Whenever you were about to go on a date and you needed a male opinion on your outfit,  or you needed a wingman on a night out, he was the first person you’d call. He got along with all of your grilfriends as well, mainly because they were all insanely attracted to him.

One way or another your friends would always make a point of mentioning how hot Harry was to you, as if you didn’t know it already. You were questioned about him more times than you could count, and about your friendship.

“Friendship? That’s it? Really?”

“There’s no way you two haven’t necked on yet.”

“Friends with benefits, surely.”

“Come on, you’ve at least thought about it.”

You love your friends. Really, you do. But when it comes to Harry, all they want is to see you with him. And you’re flattered. Of course you are—have you seen Harry?

But when there’s a constant pressure of ‘will they, won’t they’ between two people and their friend groups, it gets awkward.

Neither of you want to admit it, but it’s gotten awkward. You still see each other as often as you ever did in the past, but you both know that something’s changed. Whether it’s the feelings you both share for each other, or it’s just the outside pressure from your other friends—something’s changed. But neither of you are ready to admit it yet.

So here you were, staying at Harry’s place for a movie night. You haven’t had a night like this in a while. You’d both been so busy with work that you’d barely had any time to rewind, so now seemed like the perfect time since you were both finally free for a weekend.

The night went well—as always. You both watched your favourite films and snacked on whatever you could find. You had a few drinks but nothing to get you too buzzed, you laughed and you caught up with each other. Two typical best friends, right?

Now came the awkward part—sleeping arrangements.

Normally you’d both just sleep in Harry’s bed. It was huge. Big enough to fit you both and a few other people too. It’d never been an issue in the past and you’d never made it awkward, but since it’d been a while since you last stayed the night at his place, it was. Felt unnatural, in a way, since it’d been so long. Your friends had gotten into your heads too, which didn’t help.

You were brushing your teeth in Harry’s bathroom when you noticed him through the mirror, grabbing a pillow off his bed.

You spit your toothpaste into the sink and rinse your mouth out before leaning over the opening between the bathroom and his room, "Where are you going?"

"To the living room,” He looks over at you with furrowed brows, “Why? Is something wrong?"

You chuckle and shake your head, making your way to his bed and jumping in it, "You can sleep in your own bed, you know."

He eyes you for a moment and shrugs, "You're in it, though."

"We're both adults, Harry. Two adults can sleep in the same bed without making it weird." You sigh and sit up to lean against the headboard.

“I know we wouldn’t make it weird,” He motions between you both, “But what would the others think?”

“Who said we’d tell them?”

He smiles at your words and clearly doesn’t need any more convincing. Within a second he’s taking his shirt and joggers off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers—something he’s always done before bed, you’d seen it plenty of times before. He comes and sits on his side of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard like you.

“Feel like a joint?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and reaches over to his bedside table to grab his lighter, “I feel like a joint.”

“I brushed my teeth, H.”

“So did I.”

You scrunch your face up in thought for a moment, even though you know what you’re about to say, “Yeah fuck it, go on.”

Harry chuckles and nods his head, as if he isn’t surprised in the slightest by your response. He grabs a perfectly rolled joint from his bedside—they’re always perfectly rolled, it’s a hidden talent, you think—and he places it between your lips before lighting it for you.

Something you’ve always loved about Harry is that he’s never done something before you. For instance, right now he’s letting you have the first puff of his blunt. He’s the same with cigarettes too—he always hands you one before he takes one out for himself. Always hands a drink to you before he takes a sip from his own. Always makes sure you have food in front of you before he eats his own.

So this definitely isn’t anything out of the ordinary for him. It isn’t weird or strange or awkward that he’s giving you the joint first. Normally that would be completely innocent and there’d be no awkwardness in the air, no tension. But now everything’s changed. You don’t know why, or how, but it has.

You try and ignore it for a moment and take a few puffs of the joint, closing your eyes and letting yourself enjoy it. You can feel Harry’s eyes on you so you keep your own closed for a little longer than you need to.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you’re nervous.

After a few seconds you take the joint between your fingers and hand it back over to Harry while you exhale. Your fingers brush against each other for a moment as he takes the blunt from your hand. Again, completely innocent. But somehow still awkward. Harry clears his throat before he takes the joint in his mouth.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s nervous too.

You both sit in silence for a few minutes, sharing what’s left of the joint between you without saying a word. Comfortable silence. Although, nothing about this is comfortable to you.

“Isn’t it weird?” You murmur, finally speaking up.

“Isn’t what weird?” Harry keeps his eyes in front of him as he inhales another puff.

“How awkward this is,” You turn your body to face him, crossing your legs as he tilts his head to look at you, “Our friendship’s just gone weird, don’t you think? We’ve let everyone get in our heads about stuff and it’s gone awkward.”

“You’re right,” He chuckles, exhaling and handing the joint back over to you, “It’s well awkward now.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” You shrug, “We can go back to the way we were before everyone started planning our wedding.”

He laughs a second time, finally looking into your eyes for more than a second, “Don’t think we can, love.”

“Why not?”

He breaks the eye contact. You hand him the joint.

“Cause we both—dunno, it’s like we both kinda..you know.” He trails off and scratches the back of his head. He puts what’s left of the joint out on the ashtray by his bedside table and clears his throat.

“I might be able to figure out what you mean when we’re both sober, H, but I’m gonna need you to spell shit out for me right now.” You scoff.

He purses his lips together and thinks for a moment before speaking, “I dunno, I feel like we’re both at a point now where we’re contemplating doing something.”

“What? What do you mean by something?” You’re completely lost at this point.

“You know..” He raises his eyebrows as if that’s going to help you understand, “Something..together.”

Your face drops.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

You raise your eyebrows, taken by surprise, “No I, I genuinely haven’t, H.”

“Shit,” Harry’s eyes widen slightly in regret, “Neither have I, then. Forget I ever said that.”

You stay silent for a moment, about to listen to him and forget what he just said. But you can’t. You don’t want to forget that.

“What have you thought about?” You ask, feeling confident.

“Nothing, Y/N, just drop it.” He murmurs and stands up from the bed, walking to the bathroom and grabbing a headband to pull his hair back. You watch him as he places the fabric between his shoulder length curls.

“Oh come on don’t be an ass,” You tease him with a smirk as he starts to walk back over to you, “This is a safespace, H. No judgements.”

He inhales sharply, “Feel like it’s weird to talk about now.”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird.”

“Well I’ve made it weird, then.” He sighs and sits back down on the bed, facing you.

“Harry..c’mon,” You prod, sitting up again and pouting your bottom lip at him, “It’s going to eat away at me if you don’t give me an idea of what you meant. Ballpark, even. I don’t need details.”

You notice him arch his eyebrow as he contemplates whether he should tell you or not. You’re tempted to speak up again to convince him but you decide against it, knowing he’ll probably tell you anyway.

“Fine, fuck it,” He sighs, now mustering up the confidence to tell you everything you want to know, “I’ve thought about being with you.”

“Being with me?” You furrow your brows, “Being with me how?”

“In more ways than one,” He scoffs, “On the couch, over the counter, at work, in public,” He starts listing off places, the words falling from his mouth as his eyes rake over where you’re sitting, “Fuck, even right here.”

His eyes are set on you. He means what he said.

Your face starts to heat up and you swear you’re dreaming. There’s no way Harry just said that. There’s no fucking way. There’s no way he just—

“No judgement, yeah Red?” Harry’s voice brings you back from your brief overthinking, “Looks like there’s a whole lot of it coming from you right now, Y/N.”

“I’m not—“ You clear your throat, feeling flustered, “I’m not judging you, I’m just—”


“Feeling weird?” He finishes your sentence for you, sighing, “Told you it was fucking weird, love.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t look like he regrets telling you. You’d expect him to be acting awkward, like he was before. But he’s actually acting the opposite. He doesn’t look like he feels awkward or weird, even though he just admitted how weird this situation really is. It’s like a weight’s been lifted off his chest and he’s more relaxed now. You can’t help but feel more relaxed too.

You’re not sure if it’s the weed, the drinks you had earlier, or Harry’s confession—or all of it, even—but something in your attitude towards Harry has changed.

You can see yourself with him—in more ways than one.

His features are standing out to you now more than ever. It’s like you’re meeting him for the first time again in that same old coffee shop. The curve of his eyebrows, the pink tint of his lips, the perfect shade of green in his eyes, his curls that show through even when he’s got them held back by a bandana, the faint lines of his dimples..

“Red?”

You blink and notice Harry staring at you with furrowed brows, “Everything okay, love?”

“Shut up, H.” You murmur a reply and before you know it, your lips are on his. You don’t know how you somehow mustered up the courage—and the stupidity—to do this, but you did. You’ve finally made your move.

You’re kissing Harry, and he isn’t stopping you. He’s kissing you back.

You can tell he’s a little hesitant for the first few seconds, as if he’s waiting for you to pull away and apologise for acting on impulse. You don’t.

You keep kissing him, with more urgency than before. Once he realises that you’re not planning on stopping, he leans forward to feel you closer. Your lips are working each other at the perfect pace, your hands reaching up into Harry’s curls while he holds onto the sides of your waist. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging it back as you moan softly into his mouth. He smirks against your lips and slips his tongue into your mouth—you welcome it with your own.

You lean over and lift your leg to straddle his lap, needing to feel more of him. As much as you physically can. You both pull away from each other, not wanting to but needing to so you can catch your breath. You rest your foreheads together and take a second to regain your composure.

Did that really just happen?

“How long have you wanted to do that?” Harry whispers, his forehead against yours. Your eyes are still closed but you can hear the smirk on his face.

“God H, shut the fuck up.” You murmur, leaning forward to close the gap between you again.

Instead of feeling his lips against yours, you feel one of his fingers and your eyes open.

“You said you never thought about me like that, didn’t you Red?” He prods, smirking as you let out a whine.

“Just did,” You narrow your eyes, giving him attitude, “That alright with you?”

He looks down at your lips, nodding slowly as he leans forward and finally closes the gap between you both. As much as you don’t want to feed into his ego, you can’t help yourself. You need to feel him—more than you already are.

Without a second thought, you start to rock your hips against his. He lets out a moan against your lips and lowers his hands from your hips to your ass, guiding your movements and pushing you against him harder. You can feel all of him at this point—the thin fabric of your shorts and his boxers being the only things standing between you. God, you’ve wanted to feel him like this for so long and you didn’t even realise.

You’re so wet, so worked up, that you can’t contain yourself any longer. You can barely kiss Harry back from how good you’re feeling, grinding your bodies against each other.

He lifts one of his hands from your ass, cupping your face with it and looking into your eyes, “You trust me, Red?”

You nod, unable to speak.

He smirks and lifts you up, repositioning you so that you’re only stradlding one of his thighs now. It doesn’t take you long to figure out what he wants you to do.

“Want you to ride my thigh,” His voice is low, “Think you can do that for me?”

You let out a moan, nodding again and beginning to move your hips. Harry’s hands hold onto you, stopping your movements.

“Words, love. Need to hear you say it.” He prods you for a verbal reply and you whine, feeling desperate already.

“Yes.” You force out the word, speaking through your teeth. His smirk only grows.

Asshole.

“Cute attitude, love,” He smirks at you, knowing he has the upper hand, “Try again.”

You drop your head down onto his shoulder, not wanting to give in but knowing that you have no choice if you want to feel him against you again.

You let out a shaky breath, “Yes, you asshole.”

He chuckles, still not satisfied.

You whine, “Yes, H. God, fucking yes. Let me ride your thigh, please.” You beg, keeping your eyes closed to avoid seeing the smirk on his face.

“Take these off for me.” He whispers, pulling on the hem of your satin shorts. You open your eyes.

“Take them off yourself.” Your whisper back, earning a smirk from him. He does as you say, pulling your shorts and your panties down in one movement. You move to the side to let him pull them off of you, leaving you completely bare from the waist down.

Without a second thought, you take your satin shirt off too, leaving you in your bra. You’re about to reach behind your back to unclasp it but Harry’s hand stops you. He bites his lip and reaches behind you himself, undoing the clasp with one hand as he pulls you in for another kiss. You sigh against his mouth as you feel him pulling your bra straps down your arms, the cold air hitting you in all the right places.

He stays silent, beginning to move your hips against his thigh and taking the view of you in for himself. You suck in a breath, lifting your head up from his shoulder and opening your eyes. He’s looking at you with so much lust, so much desire that you honestly couldn’t care less about his ego—you need him. All of him.

“Fuck, yeah,” He sighs, letting his head fall back against the headboard, “Just like that, Y/N.”

You reach one of your hands behind him on the headboard, using it as support. His reactions are only getting you more worked up, and you start to quicken your movements. He groans and loosens his grip on your hips, letting you control your own pace now that you’re gaining the control back. He lifts his head to look down at where you two connect—at the mess you’re making of him.

“That feel good?” He whispers, looking back up at you innocently. You bite your lip to control the moans leaving your mouth, but it’s no use. Looking down at Harry when he looks as innocent as he does now, doing something as dirty as what he’s doing, will never cease to amaze you.

He’s letting you use him. He’s letting you use him for your pleasure. Letting you get yourself off on his thigh. He’s your toy.

And he’s so fucking pretty.

You close your eyes from how good you’re making yourself feel, unable to control yourself. He just feels so fucking good.

“Your eyes,” His voice is hoarse and full of authority, “Open them.”

You don’t listen. You keep your eyes closed.

“I said,” Harry speaks through gritted teeth, grabbing a hold of your jaw to make you look at him, “Open.”

You do as he says this time, struggling to keep quiet. Seeing him like this is something you didn’t know you wanted so bad. You had no idea he was so..hot. So dominant.

So fucking condescending.

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read pt.2 here <3

aaaanddd there it is. this idea’s been on my mind for so long and i’m personally such a whore for thigh riding and friends to lovers vibes so this was a no brainer. i hope y’all enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

if you liked what you read then please reblog n comment. feel free to suggest ideas for new posts too.

have a good day or night wherever you are n stay safe <3

- k

#smut #one shot #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles x y/n smut #harry styles x reader smut #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles one shot #one direction smut #friends to lovers smut #harry styles x y/n one shot #harry styles x you one shot #harry styles x reader one shot #kilistina #kilistina <3

[bengiyo]

I Feel You Linger in the Air Ep 7 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Jom and Yai began their romance officially, and we saw further evidence that Jom's drawings are connected to the time travel or dimension hopping experience. Yai took Jom to a gay speakeasy, where James came out and expressed his attraction to Jom. Yai got jealous and turned a bit petty with Jom for a bit. However, the two had a beautiful moment where they agreed to try this. I really hope James doesn't betray us, because I liked him encouraging Yai to step up for Jom. We also confirmed that Euangphueng and Maey intentionally brought Fong Kaew to the house to distract Robert, and that Robert may be involved in the fire that killed Fong Kaew's dad and scarred her mother.

I am glad I saw a post earlier giving context that the poor women being murdered here are based on real people. Tee always has something to say about the real dangers queer people face in their lives, and it's a tense warning at the beginning of this relationship between Jom and Yai.

Unsurprisingly, the parents are anti-gay as their two queer kids suffer in front of them.

I already know this party is going to involve pairing Yai with a girl as a way to further secure the dad's power.

At least Jom has some sense.

Yai basically described what Fong Kaew is going through with this short story.

There goes Lamyai clocking them, and she's a gossip.

I have thoughts about them introducing Nuey last week, who cannot hide themselves, and Yai now being unable to do so now that he's connected with someone.

It's a good thing that Jom stood up for Prik. He has an ally who also cares about Yai to tell Lamyai to hush.

I find myself worrying about windows and sightlines a lot this episode. Euangphueng and Maey are having a moment and I'm worried that someone will see or hear.

I suspected that Maey has survived some horrible things, and this is as horrible as some of the things I imagined.

One of the things this show is getting right about existing under homophobic is the constant sense of surveillance hovering over you. Robert represents that so clearly.

Oh, sensual oils. This is promising.

This use of both mirrors with Jom out of focus is driving me insane.

Big fan of the little bit of stubble they keep showing on Yai.

Jom was loyal to Ohm. It's probably been a while since he was intimate with someone.

Intercutting the massage with Jom masturbating is one of the most erotic things I've seen that wasn't overly sex since ITSAY episode 3. The way this was shot and scored clearly indicates that they both came, or at least Yai was close.

As much as I like seeing Nonkul and Bright do sensual things as their characters, we gotta get Jom out of here. He comes from an era where he isn't a slave.

Guide is absolutely crushing this role as Ming. He has built incredible chemistry with Nonkul.

There's something private about the way Nonkul smiles that draws me in every time. Bright has a similar thing with his brows.

Yai is running around making mistakes while Lamyai is running around righteous.

And now Uncle Dech caught them, and immediately went to Yai's dad.

Even Ming, the fan favorite, is struggling with his friend being queer.

Oh, Ming, don't confess when you're drunk.

And there's the pairing Yai with a girl part of the party I expected.

Now why the hell are Euangphueng and Maey running off now? I'm gonna need all of the gays to get it together.

Absolutely obsessed with the possibility that there is a picture of Jom that survived to the modern era.

Yai, my dude, you cannot abandon the heteronormative rituals so publicly like this if you want to protect Jom.

Thinking about O'Shae Sibley, who was killed for voguing as these two dance outside.

I am not immune to BL fantasy sequences involving dances.

Why...are we rapping?? What in the Marty McFly is happening?

I am not immune to boys making out in the rain.

Okay, that horny want in Yai's face, and Jom nodding yes? They are about to fuck for sure. This is about to go south so quickly.

Yep, gay turmoil begins next week, but we may get some nice love scenes first.

That was a fantastic episode. They really balanced the danger of being outed with the inherent need to connect that bubbles over in all of us. I felt the fear for everyone's safety, but I actually really like how badly everyone was hiding this week. That's basically the point. You can't win. The only way to be safe in the closet is to be perfectly quiet and alone. You cannot have anyone if you want to be undiscovered. Two people can keep a secret if one of them is dead. Like Nuey last week, Yai and Jom cannot hide. There's no amount of careful that can hide the warm feelings between two people. This was perfectly executed.

#i feel you linger in the air #IFYLITA meta #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

[flimflamfandom]

The Love song of Rocky Rickaby

A Vignette, wherein Rocky meets a girl. (Specifically Ari from @ladybugkisses )

WARNING for corny poetry and slightly sad Rocky.

-

"Calvin? Caaaaaaaalviiiiiin? Freckle? Cal? Freck? Mr. McMurray? Sideburns McBigEye-" Rocky's incessant knocking on the door of the apartment was answered by a slightly annoyed looking Calvin.

"Aye?"

"Calvin!" Rocky gripped his shoudlers. "I need your help - I met a girl!"

Calvin rolled his eyes. Third one this month, he thought.

"...What do you want Me for, then?" Calvin asked.

Rocky let himself into Calvin's new apartment. "You're a fanciful writer type, right, Calvin?"

"Well, I mean, I've...written before, but-"

"Perfect!" Rocky sat down by the typewriter and looked over. "I need your help writing to her."

"...this is rich," Calvin rolled his eyes, walking over. "You're the one who makes poems, aren't you?"

"Oh, sure, sure, but those are about...places, and things! But you...I've seen your letters to Ivy!"

"You've WHA-"

"And I know you're an incredibly romantic man! Please, Calvin, this time it's different, I know I need to woo her with romance instead of my usual rogueish charms! Pleas, I BEG OF YO-"

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Fine." Calvin sat down at the typewriter. Rocky was a bit...fast and loose with women. Never a creep, never unclear about his intentions, but always a one night sort of man - Calvin figured this would be no different.

"Oh, thank you! How will I ever repay you?"

"Don't...don't worry about it." Calvin quickly hid some papers on his desk. "So, this girl...what's she like?"

"...uhm..." Rocky blinked. He sat down for a moment. "I...well, she...uhm..."

Calvin blinked a few times. "...go on?"

"...she's...a lady...and...has...fur?"

Calvin stared for a moment. "You're sure you met her? Because it doesn't sound that way."

"I know, I know, I just...she's hard to describe! You can't always have words for Ivy, can you?"

"I could tell you what color her fur is."

"Oh, good, Zib and I have a disagreement about this, is it gray or-"

"Rocky. The love...letter? Poem? Song?"

"Poem! That I can turn into a song~!" Rocky winked and nudged his brother, then went back to looking a bit...afraid of something. He sighed. Calvin cocked his head to one side.

"Rocky...you need to help me here if I'm going to write something." Calvin stood, and walked towards the kitchen. He started to get some tea going, and looked over. "Now, tell me the very basics."

"Red fur." Rocky said. "Sort of. And these big eyes, I...I couldn't guess the color. And she had such a cute dress, and-" He blinked. "I...well. I, uh...I'm sure you get the idea. right?"

"Tell me about how she is." Calvin came back, waiting for the kettle to whistle. He sat by the typewriter, and began to take notes.

"...how?"

"Aye, how. Who. What. She's not just fur and eyes, is she?"

"No, no, of course not!" Rocky said. "She was...kind. And nice. And she was...well when she looked at me, she smiled. I nearly ran her over coming out of the café, and we didn't see each other long, but-" Rocky cleared his throat. "...is this...enough to go off of?"

"...Rocky, I think you might be more intimidated by her than in love."

"What? You're crazy! Bonkers! Wacko! Insane! I'd never be scared of someone so....so..." Rocky fought for a word, but didn't find it. Calvin nodded.

"You're clearly at least a little nervous about this. That's normal! A lot's on the line, and all." Calvin said.

"Oh, I know, but...this is just a girl. Really, all it is! And while I'm, infatuated now, and in need of your expertise, I'm sure it'll wear off eventually, as is so oft the case in this modern age!" Rocky winked, with a sense of denial that was painfully obvious to Calvin.

Calvin merely rolled his eyes.

"Rocky, if you're just attracted to her, then go ahead and ask her yerself, you don't need a love poem for this sort of thing, let alone a song."

"You're right." Rocky said. "I mean, so what if she was pretty? There's pretty girls! All over the place! Sure, I mean, none has ever made me...want to settle in, but-"

There was a pause.

"I mena really, what was I thinking? A love letter? Why, all i need to do here is find a good night with her! I would LOATHE the idea of...of waking up to her in the morning, and-" Rocky's ears drooped, "and...nestling into her as she slept." Rocky sighed. "I've never, EVER felt any affection like that - why start now? Why now turn from my lustful ways to wanting to hold her in my arms as she looks into my eyes, and...and to see, to really see what she's thinking?" His tail drooped. "And honestly, I doubt there's any woman on the face of the EARTH who could make me want to keep her safe...to kill for her, to die for her, but also to live for her, and to see things and learn things and love things I've never...loved before...oh, god, Calvin, I-" Rocky tearfully looked over to Calvin, who was hastily scribbling things down. Rocky spoke, through a choked voice.

"I'm...I've never been in love...that must be why I couldn't think of anything to..."

Calvin looked up, and smiled. "It hits you late, aye?"

"Sure, sure...did...did you get anything from that?"

"...I caught a bit." Calvin handed him something. "You can make changes if you'd like."

"...Aces."

-

It was late at night, in an apartment building in St. Louis. And a girl heard something against her window. It sounded like a pebble...annoyed, she looked out, and saw-

"...Rocky, right?" She asked. The two had talked a while, outside the café. She remembered his name. His colossal eyes, his soft smile...

He was just standing there. He cleared his throat, and took out a piece of paper. He'd foregone the song bit...but what is a poem but a song?

"...as..." Rocky cleared his throat, "As a shearwater over the sea, I too have been to many shores...but as the noble bird does, so to have I chosen one to rest on evermore."

He was different than he normally was - shaky, and nervous. He'd never tried to be this...sincere before, about ANYthing.

"Indeed, as astronomers plot the stars, my gaze has laid on many lights, but-" He sputtered, "but...as if transfixed by a celestial glow, only one star remains in my...ehm...mind? No, that doesn't rhyme, I-"

"Sights."

"Sights?" Rocky looked up at the girl. She was smiling.

"You meant to say sights. Rhymes with lights?"

Rocky smiled, too. He looked up, and perked his ears, throwing the page away. "I cannot tell a lie to you, I've had my share of loving guests, but none so lovely as you, who makes me want to build a-"

"Nest?"

"Is it that predictable?" Rocky knew he shouldn't have asked Calvin - good a writer as he was, he was no poet - but the girl let out a chuckle.

"It's a sentiment a girl hears a lot, you know." She said, which caused Rocky's ears to droop, and his tail to flatten.

"But...I mean it, I promise I do, I-"

"I know." She said.

"...you do?" Rocky held his hat nervously in his hands. The girl nodded.

"If someone is coming by to read odes to me at night, they aren't doing it because they want a quick date...or because they're afraid to be embarrassed." Rocky did feel a few extra eyes on him...including one particularly angry eye.

How was HE supposed to know she lived right next to Viktor!?

"I...I ought to come up there, then? Just so I, ehm...don't anger the neighbors." Rocky, for the first time in a long time,w as genuinely nervous - worried about his odds, and contemplating what he might do if he lost.

The girl spoke.

"Come in...but no funny business."

"Of course!" Rocky rushed up the fire escape.

He smiled all the way up.

#lackadaisy #calvin mcmurray #flimflamuniverse #lackadaisy cats #rocky rickaby #lackadaisy fanfiction #roari

[myadmiringmind]

Dating Jace Herondale HCs

Jace Herondale Masterlist

|This is all randomly out together so I apologize|

Warnings: mentions of traumatic past

Notes; |PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

He’s insanely protective

He hates when you go places without him because he worries too much

He has his eyes on you when you’re in the same room together, sometimes without even realizing

At the beginning his kisses were hard and rough

He still kisses rough but also with passion

His kisses kind of reflect his emotions.

At the beginning he doesn’t really understand or he doesn’t want to feel these things for you because of how he was brought up

But over time his kisses get more passionate

He kisses hard, like the two of you could not be any closer

His kisses are hard and passionate because when he loves someone he loves them entirely

Again, because of the way he was brought up he’s worried that since he cares for you so much he could lose you

So every kiss kind of feels like a last kiss without it meaning to

He really just wants to keep you safe

Even if he knows you can handle yourself he’s the first to stupidly throw himself in front of you if something went wrong

He will protect you with his life

If you get hurt he gets angry

Finds someone to blame, and sometime blames himself or you

That’s probably what leads to arguments is if you’re hurt and he keeps reminding you how you should’ve done this or that

He truly cares about you but he has a terrible way of showing it

If he feels like he’s been rejected it’s like all the way back to stage one

He loves your praises

Would purposely do something (probably something stupid) just to get your attention and praise

Probably wants your attention 24/7

Like he is honestly a child

Would never admit it but he’s clingy

Might follow you around most of the day if he’s just bored

He likes to talk and he likes it if you listen

He can also be a listener though

PDA

Like he kind of does it subconsciously sometimes

He wants you close and protected so he has his arm around you

He doesn’t want you to fall behind so he holds your hand

If Jace thinks someone else is interested in you he’ll laugh about but secretly be nervous

If you show some sort of friendliness to them he’ll probably take it terribly and be an ass about it

Like I said, he wants all of your attention

And he’s not one to be friendly so he might honestly interrupt a conversation just to ask you something

But if you came to ask him something he’d probably ignore the person he’s talking to, to see what you want

He doesn’t really care about other peoples opinions

Unless it’s someone he cares about

Which isn’t a lot

If someone didn’t approve of your relationship he’d probably just act like, “Okay, I don’t give a fuck.”

He loves head scratches

Like his eyes roll in pleasure when your nails run over his scalp

Jace doesn’t want you to nessacarily mess with his hair though

Like if you wanted to braid it or something he’d raise an eyebrow and say, “no.”

eats your food

He’s so non-chalant about it too

If you’re eating something he likes he’ll just take some for himself without even asking

And if it really bothers you he won’t do it

But if you’re just saying something like, “You should ask before you take someone else’s food” he’s just shrugs and takes another piece

But if you do it to him he raises an eyebrow at you

He won’t care that much though

Make out sessions leave you breathless

He’s very skilled in making out

Jace is most likely the best kisser you’ve ever had

He’s also really skilled with his fingers

He definetly makes a lot of jokes about you being obsessed with him

But everyone knows he’s also obsessed with you

If he loves you, he litterally doesn’t see other girls

If other girls find him attractive it’ll boost his ego but at the same time he doesn’t care

Wouldn’t cheat on you

You own his heart and soul, even if he was mad at you he could never look at another girl the same, not when you exist

Cares about his siblings opinions on you

Especially Alec’s

Alec and Isabelle would def be skeptical about you at first but once they realize how much Jace cares for you they’re willing to give you a chance

And if they end up liking you then that’s the final confirmation that Jace wants you in his life forever

Max doesn’t care

If Jace likes you then he likes you

Jace doesn’t want to imagine a future without you

He fidgets a lot

Dates with him can be fun

He’s an active body and care barely sit still so most of your dates are some sort of physical activity

Or something that requires a lot of walking

He’s the type of person that gets reminded of you everywhere he goes

He sometimes finds it annoying

Other times it can be comforting

He does not want to open up about his traumatic past with anyone, even you

And Jace just doesn’t cry

He probably couldn’t cry if it saved his life

If Jace cried… something awful must of happened

And if he’s upset enough to cry then he gets angry

Sometimes he goes to the piano or the training room if he’s lost in thought

A lot of times you’ll be in the music room doing whatever while Jace works at the piano

He likes your prescence

It comforts him that you’re there because your safe and he just likes that you’re with him

He’s probably not a big hugger

And by that I mean he probably hasn’t hugged anyone in a good year

But he’s fine with that

But he does like getting hugs from his loved ones

He almost never initiates hugs either

He’s a more live in the moment kind of person

He doesn’t enjoy thinking over the past all too much because it stresses him out

And he doesn’t want to worry about the far future either

I wouldn’t say he’s a big cuddled nessacarily

But over time you end up cuddling

But he won’t call it ‘cuddling’

Overall he’s a decent boyfriend

He cares for you and your well-being

But can also be stubborn and lash out

Overtime it decreases because you hold him accountable for it

You are his lover not his parent and you are not going to take care of him like a child

But that doesn’t mean you stop calling him out on his bs

He really respects your opinion and wants you to think highly of him

Something he’s always wanted with others as well but is more communitive about it with you

If the relationship is going to work he knows he needs to be more open

Because it’s not fair or right to you if he expects you to be okay with all his impulse negative emotions that are wrongly directed at you

Magnus even admitted that Jace comes to see him for impromptu therapy sessions

Though Jace definitely doesn’t call them that

He says he asks because Magnus is old and he’s bound to have some good relationship advice

Like every relationship you both still have some communication problems here and there

But the two of you actually end up being a very mature and open couple

Because both of you acknowledged your faults and worked to correct them

Not to mention you have both kind of molded around each other

You still have separate lives of course but you both always have each other in the back of your mind

Your relationship has also somewhat become something to look up to

Because you know these ShadowHunters do not sort out their problems with each other

But Jace has never been the average Shadowhunter either

at the end of the day Jace would sacrifice everything for you

Because that’s what you are to him

And he never fails to show it

#the mortal instruments #jace herondale x reader #jace herondale fluff #jace lightwood #jace herondale #jace wayland #jace wayland x reader

[fanficgirl429]

Jealous Rooster

Prompt: Rooster gets mad that you went out on a date with Hangman

Placing her keys in her purse, Y/N walked into the bar and looked around. A group of pilots were all standing around the pool table and she smiled. The tall blonde immediately spotted her and waved for her to come over.

“Y/N! It’s about time!” Jake cried, pulling her into a hug.

Y/N laughed as she pushed him away. “How much have you had to drink? You reek,” she said, taking a step away.

Her best friend, Bradley Bradshaw, was standing on the other side of the pool table, pool cue in hand. HIs brown eyes looked over at her before placing the cue back in the wall stand. Without saying a word, he walked over to the bar, his back to her. He was wearing his favorite pair of blue jeans and his ridiculous Hawaiian shirt. Regardless of what he was wearing, Y/N was still insanely attracted to him.

“I have no idea what’s going on with him,” Y/N’s friend, Phoenix, said, coming to stand next to Y/N. “He’s been in a mode all day.”

Phoenix shrugged and returned back to her game of pool she was playing with Fanboy. Y/N watched as Bradley sat down at the bar stool, his back still to her. It wasn’t like him to not talk to her. They had been best friends for years and he always had something to say, even if he was angry or upset. He knew that she hated it when he didn’t tell her what was wrong. So why wasn’t he saying anything to her now?

Instead of waiting for him to come back to the group, she walked over and sat down on the stool next to him. He glanced over at her but didn’t say anything. His fingers picked at the label on his beer while they sat in silence. Everyone around them was laughing and having a good time, except for them.

The owner of the bar, Penny, came to a stop on the other side of the bar, across from Y/N. “The usual?” she asked, already reaching for the ingredients.

Y/N nodded and pulled her credit card from her purse. With a wave of her hand, Penny, grabbed a glass and began to mix the items together, to make Y/N’s favorite drink, a dirty shirley.

“What’s going on?” Y/N asked Bradley.

Bradley shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit!” Y/N said, calling him on his bluff.

Bradley rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. Penny returned with Y/N’s dirty shirley and placed it on a napkin in front of her.

“Enjoy,” Penny said, as she turned and greeted the other customers.

Y/N stared at her best friend, shocked that he was not telling her what was wrong. Instead of waiting around for an answer and having her night ruined, Y/N said, “Well whenever you’re ready to be a man and tell me what’s going on, come find me.”

With that, Y/N grabbed her drink from off the bar and joined her friends. Her and Phoneix played a round of pool while Coyote watched. Every now and then he would make a suggestion but the girls just ignored him. They could handle their own while playing pool. Every now and then Y/N found herself glancing over at Bradley. By now, he had turned on his bar stool, his back leaning against the counter.  He was watching Y/N’s every move. When she caught on that he was watching her, she made sure that he had a good view. Her jeans hugged her curves perfectly while her black shirt was low cut, leaving little to the imagination, when she bent over.

The game was almost over when Hangman appeared next to the girl. He draped his arm lazily over Y/N’s shoulder and watched a Phoneix hit a pool ball into the pocket.

“What are you doing over here?” Y/N asked, as his fingers played with the tips of her hair.

“I wanted to tell you I had fun the other night,” he said, referring to their date they had gone on.

Y/N forced a smile but didn’t say anything. She had agreed to go on the date because she thought she could handle it. Although she had had fun, her heart was longing for someone else. And that someone else was currently sitting at the bar, refusing to speak to her. It was then that it hit her. Was Bradley mad that she went on a date with Hangman?

She looked over at the boy she was in love with.  He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and placed a couple dollar bills on the counter. The bar stool scraped against the floor as he stood and began to walk towards the front door. Gently pushing Hangman’s arm from off her shoulder, Y/N quickly headed after Bradley.

“Where are you going?” Hangman called after her as she rushed after Bradley.  

She quickly pulled open the bar door and the cool night air brushed against her face as she looked around for Bradley. The parking lot was mostly empty and she quickly spotted him, almost to his car.

“Bradley! Wait up!” Y/N yelled, running towards him.

Bradley stopped where he was and Y/N came to stop in front of him. She was slightly out of breath even though she had barely run.

“Are you mad at me because I went out with Hangman?” she asked him.

When Bradley didn’t respond, Y/N had her answer. “Why are you mad that I went out with him? You were the one who told me I should go.”

Bradley sighed. “I didn’t think you would actually agree to go out with him.”

Y/N decided it was time to lay it all out on the line. It was now or never. “I only went out with him because I was tired of waiting for you to finally make a move.”

Bradley looked down at the ground but didn’t say anything. When it was clear that he wasn’t going to respond Y/N turned on her heels and stormed away.

She had only gone a few steps before a hand wrapped around her arm, stopping her in her tracks. She quickly turned around and before she knew what was happening Bradley’s lips were against hers.

“I’m sorry for acting like a dick,” Bradley said, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist.

Y/N placed her head against his solid chest and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him.

“Don’t ever do that,” she warned, laughing.

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[lovelyjin22]

For Lovers Who Hesitate

⤍ Pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader

⤍ Genre | computer science major!jk, animation major!reader, fake dating/relationship, jk and reader are similar in age (barely mentioned), both go to a made up, prestigious university in south korea for the sake of my sanity, jk is frustrating and has terrible morals in this fic, golden retriever personality!jk, technically) fuckboy!jk, hopeless romantic!reader, female reader with she/her pronouns (reader can be any sexual orientation, up to you :))

⤍ Summary | All you wanted for your love life was a secure, loving relationship with your soulmate. Unfortunately, your fat, dumb crush on Jeon Jungkook doesn’t help you at all. Jungkook isn’t into relationships, only leading girls on when he needs a good night. You knew that about him, it wasn’t something he tried to hide (he never talked about himself, but never once denied rumors). Despite knowing this, you confessed your feelings for him.

↳ Warnings | mature themes (mainly cursing and smut)

↳ Word count | 2,065... something, I started editing last minute

↳ A/N: Ughghghhghh I hate how I portrayed Jungkook in this story, bro makes me so frustrated and I’m the one that wrote him LOL. 

You can check out more of my works on my AO3 and instagram! lovelyjin22

Butterflies.

It was the only word you could use to explain what you were feeling right now. You were never the patient type when it came to crushes, always eager to meet “the one”. Confessing to your crushes was always terrifying as the first, yet somehow you always ended up in this kind of situation. 

In high school (especially senior year), you confessed to most of your crushes. Unfortunately, most would reject you. It was always the same reason, that you didn’t know each other very well. It was a good reason, to be fair, you did barely know your crushes before jumping the gun. But isn’t that the point of dating? To get to know each other? Your confessing spree got worse in senior year, with a total of eleven crushes and eight confessions. Most of them you (probably) gaslighted yourself into liking because you were bored. But nothing really stopped you, none of them would remember you when you went to college. You promised yourself that you would stop confessing to dumb crushes once you had a clean slate in college.

Unfortunately, Jeon Jungkook had fallen right into your heart. Something about him was so different from the other crushes. Your silly high school ones would only last a month or so if they were lucky. Yet here you were, crushing on Jungkook for a whole seven months (it may not seem like a long time for others, but to you, this was almost insanity). Broad shoulders, muscular build, the cutest smile, a laugh that was pure magic, attractive piercings and tattoos, you could go on about him for years. The guy who was able to befriend anyone lived in your head rent free for seven months. There was never a time when you weren’t thinking about him (and usually thinking of cute, couple-y scenarios… you never imagined past that to something more mature, you felt too guilty). 

Surprisingly, you hadn’t confessed to him for those seven months, you really wanted it to work out with him so you managed to find some patience. 

Immediately attracted to him, you had asked for his Instagram so you could talk to him. Of course, he was confused but nevertheless gave you his information. Jungkook never said no to a new friend. The two of you became good friends, hanging out with each other in person often and texting everyday. It was like you two were already dating… in fact people usually assume the two of you are dating (unless they know Jungkook, everyone knows he doesn’t date). 

You knew he brought girls back to his place often, it hurt you but you had no right to be jealous. You also knew it was better to be his close friend than just being a one night stand. Jungkook usually forgot his one night stands as well, which gave girls the opportunity to become his friend right after without Jungkook realizing. You found it kind of ridiculous.

But back to the butterflies.

Jungkook was driving you back to your place. The two of you had just gone out for dinner and you had to (unfortunately) finish up homework for tomorrow’s class. There was usually never silence in your conversations, always finding new things to talk about even after seven months. You tried to bring it up casually this entire night, knowing that confessions have a higher chance of working if you’re casual about it. 

“Hey, these past couple of months have been cool and I think we click really well. No pressure or anything, but I just wanted to throw it out there that I like you.”

You pat yourself on the back, your confession was smooth and the ball was in his court. Jungkook, who had his eyes on the road this entire time, finally looks over to you before facing the road again. You were already looking at him, making sure to catch his glance for eye contact. When his eyes went back to the road, you took this opportunity to (maybe definitely) check out his one-handed driving you found so attractive.

“Oh wow.”

Jungkook starts, some would assume Jungkook’s mind went a little blank, but you knew he had his rejection ready. He had rejected plenty of people in the past, basically muscle memory at this point. You start praying to every god possible that his response would be more than just that. You were sweating, would it be too obvious to roll the windows down?

“I think you’re super cool and I think we click really well too.” 

Your heart starts to beat faster and you can feel your face reddening. Would this be your first success? You had calculated everything down to the last confession and you can already feel it paying off. Perhaps all those dating and crush advice articles actually work! Unfortunately, you got your hopes up too soon.

“But you already know I don’t do dating. I’m just looking for quality time with friends. I’m not really ready to invest more of my time into one person only to meet disappointment.”

You smile and hum to let him know it’s all good, no hard feelings. Your hands were definitely sweating and your fingers were definitely fiddling. His rejection was surprisingly mature and something you weren’t expecting. Of course, you were hurt, but you could understand where he was coming from. 

Nodding, you laugh it off, “Ah don’t worry, I totally get that! Dating is a lot of commitment and I hope we’re able to stay good friends after this.”

He doesn’t look over for the rest of the way back to your house, “Of course we’ll stay friends, (Y/n).” You wish you could say you knew him enough to read his voice and expressions, but even after seven months you couldn’t tell what this guy was thinking. Would he really pretend like you hadn’t said anything? Knowing Jungkook and how he can do the same for other girls (who confessed to him and who fucked him), you could probably assume he would. You wish you could say you weren’t like the other girls in the long line of girls, boys, and every other person wanting to date him but you really weren’t. You wish Jungkook saw your guy’s friendship as the gem in the groups of stones or whatever the fuck the saying is, but you knew your friendship with him was only one of convenience for him. You could animate and he needed someone to animate his stupid little game. Anyone in their right mind would’ve refused to, who would spend their precious free time animating characters that fit the male gaze… you, a girl with a big fat crush on Jeon Jungkook. Hell, you weren’t even being paid enough. And it’s not like you can leave now, he’ll think you're a loser or something, he’ll think you aren’t “chill”, he’ll probably think you want to ruin a friendship over some feelings you had for him.

Jungkook isn’t like that, he’ll probably forget the next day. You were just an overthinking and a pessimist, the worst combination. 

‘My Jinji’ begins to play out of his crisp, rich boy car speakers. Fuck this guy and his stupid, romantic playlist.

You tried to keep the conversation light after your confession. You didn’t want him to think his rejection would change you, it would make you seem like a bad person… right? You somehow roped him into a light (more like distracting from the previous conversation) topic of you wanting to paint your apartment’s walls (due to the apartment being a rental, you’re not allowed to paint it, but you desperately needed a change in conversation so you’ll just ignore that information for now). 

You pretended his rejection didn’t hurt, but you have never wanted to curl up in a corner and cease to exist more than now. It really fucking hurt. 

“I’ll text you later?” you start, you were standing next to his car with the car door open. He bends over in his seat a little to (finally) make eye contact and grins, “You better! Now hurry and close the door, there’s a car behind me and I swear they’re gonna honk at me at any moment!” You only roll your eyes (dramatically) and shut his door. He motions you with his free hand briefly to head inside and you rush into your apartment building, clutching your tote bag with both hands tightly. Jungkook was always sweet like that, he made sure to watch you go inside before he left.. even if it did mean the car behind him was honking impatiently. He probably knew what he was doing to you and everyone else when he did these things. He probably knows that he can make everyone’s hearts flutter with the smallest gestures. He probably knows that he can get away with it all because he’s hot. 

“The two of you became good friends, hanging out with each other in person often and texting everyday. It was like you two were already dating… in fact people usually assume the two of you are dating” you had forgotten to add a tiny detail to this. This is the same situation most people are in with Jungkook. 

You let out one final sigh of defeat, finally done over analyzing what went wrong and regretting the fact that you forgot what Jungkook’s personality is like. You shouldn’t have confessed, everyone knows Jungkook doesn’t date. Letting go of your tote bag that you had on chokehold, you decide that you just need to move on, if Jungkook can milk this friendship… then you want to do the same.

Forgetting how gross your apartment building’s stairs are, you sit on the second step and sigh (again, dramatically). Making sure to bang your head against the metal rails a good number of times. Highschool rejections didn’t hurt as much as this one did, and Jungkook’s rejection was the only mature one. Maybe this is a sign that you like Jungkook a lot more than those gross high schoolers in your past. 

You definitely felt your heart squeeze in pain, it was a feeling you hadn’t felt since your first innocent confession. You could feel heat coming to your face, especially your nose and eyes. You didn’t want to cry in front of Jungkook but he’s not here right now.

Facing your chatty roommates was the last thing you wanted to do. Your never ending headache was making its appearance again and two roommates who can’t take a hint are the last thing you needed (you loved your roommates, respectfully, but sometimes you wonder how they were accepted into a top college). You don’t know how long you were sitting on those grimy steps for, but by the time your headache settles, you hear your phone ding. 

JUNGKOOK

“Hey actually, can we date?”

It takes you a minute to process the short but heavy text. Your headache was coming back, didn’t he just reject you… you check the time, forty minutes ago?

You want to throw this man out the window, but unfortunately your fat crush for him slaps you in the face. 

(Y/N)

“???”

As much as you want to say yes and throw yourself all over him (unfortunately, just like all the other girls), his text was odd. He had an actual reason to reject you so why would he change his ideals so quickly?

JUNGKOOK

“can i explain larer?” 

You sigh, this asshole doesn’t even care enough to edit his typos and yet he has the audacity to act interested in you romantically? Just because you have a big fat crush on him doesn’t mean you can’t have dignity and self-respect. 

(Y/N)

“sure.” 

Funny story, you give into anything Jungkook asks because he has you wrapped around his finger. Take back the previous statement about having dignity, you have no self respect when it comes to this guy. Your headache hurts a little too much (could possibly be from slamming your head into the metal rail) so you decide to go to your apartment and stop sitting on the gross stairs. 

JUNGKOOK

“dude thx 🥵”

You purse your lips and stare at his stupid, unread message. You hated that you had no backbone when it came to him. You wanted to jump with joy that he… technically(?) accepted your confession. But god, right now you were extremely confused. Whatever bullshit Jungkook just pulled on you made you question your taste in men.

(Y/N)

“you better have a good explanation 😐”

Why do you do this to yourself?

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