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#idk why I can’t fall asleep tonight
thymeofarrival · 1 year
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Here’s hoping my very low fever is just from the new meds or something and I’m not sick. Considering I sometimes get the same degree of fever from chewing gum I’m inclined to think it’s nothing to worry about, but still.
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nunutual · 2 years
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ihhmmmssssssssss😭
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margowritesthings · 8 months
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A Job Well Done
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pairing: Arthur Morgan x reader (f) word count: 4944 words warnings: 18+ minors dni, sexually explicit, oral (f giving), rough oral, a little choking, a touch of voyeurism, explicit language, it's pretty much a blowjob fic authors note: idk what to say... this started as a little drabble because me and my fiancé love having a little smoke together at night and.... well, here we are I guess?? i hope you enjoy you lovely lot, and if you've asked to be tagged and you're not please let me know!! I have a new system for keeping track of my taglist and I may have lost some requests in the transfer
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You pull Arthur’s jacket tighter around your shoulders, settling into the old wooden chair while it creaks beneath you. Thanks to being in the middle of the Lemoyne swamps, it isn’t too cold despite the moon hanging so high in the sky above you, the jacket is more for comfort. From where you sit, you can see near the whole camp, watching lanterns flicker off incrementally as each member of your makeshift family retires for the night. A few of the boys stay up, drinking by the fire, their voices muffled and distant in the thick air.
It’s been a week to the day since you last saw Arthur, before he left to track a rather sizable bounty down and attempt to cushion out the camp funds, and God do you miss him. The days feel so much longer, nights so lonely you’ve considered saddling up and finding the bastard yourself just to bring him home sooner. Comfort can be found, though, in the ways Arthur’s presence has bled so deeply into your life that his physical being doesn’t even need to be here. 
His smell lingers on the jacket he left (the one he wore every day before he had to leave just so you could wear it when you missed him), that perfect mix of tobacco and whiskey and something so ineffably Arthur that you soak up every time you wrap it around your frame. 
He’s there in the routines you've built your lives around, intertwined as they are, the ones you can’t shake even if he’s not beside you. The cup of coffee in a morning, his so much better tasting than yours but you try anyway. The first morning after he left, you made two, ending up giving the extra to a very grateful Abigail to save face.
There’s a nightly routine, too. The one where you get ready for bed, then climb through the window to meet him on your balcony. He’s always there waiting with a cigarette hanging from his lips, patting his lap ready for you to crawl on. He’ll drag a match across his boot, (or sometimes the bottom of yours, if you’re still wearing them) lighting up the smoke before handing it to you. You’ll pass it between each other, catching up on your days, limbs entangled just how they should be as you watch Shady Belle fall asleep around you. 
Without him, those routines bring you comfort, grasping onto the remnants of your cowboy until his safe return. That’s why you’re sitting in this spot, pulling a cigar out of the little tin stash box Arthur left behind. Normally it’s just a cigarette, you could never survive a cigar a night and have the throat to tell the tale, but there’s something inexplicably Arthur about this brand of smokes, something you’re seeking tonight. 
You pluck a match from the tin, striking it against the table beside you, never having gotten the knack of igniting the thing on your boot as effortlessly as Arthur does, and light the cigar between your lips. The all-familiar woody essence dances across your tongue, your tired muscles relaxing from the first few tokes. 
It’s just you, the moon and the crickets as you sit on the balcony, Arthur’s smoke between your lips. You wonder what he’s doing. He should be sleeping, but knowing him he’s probably up planning, or doing exactly what you are right now. You pray he’s safe, hasn’t been gotten by the law or worse, gotten himself killed. You can’t let yourself even think about that, the very idea bringing a tremble to your limbs. To combat the sudden spike in anxiety, the next time you bring the cigar to your lips you drag in just that bit more smoke, letting it soak down your spine. Not nearly as experienced in smoking as Arthur, you cough a little, but you recover much quicker than you used to. 
Memories of that first time, of Arthur offering you the little brown stick and you nervously nodding, bring a little smile to your face. Oh, how you spluttered, Arthur giving you his drink on instinct, only realising that the whiskey burn would do the opposite of help once it was too late. You’d have been in your right mind to be embarrassed as hell, but by the way he chuckled as he rubbed circles around your back told you that he found it nothing but adorable. 
You sit there for a few minutes, basking in the precious peace so seldom found nowadays and taking a drag every now and then, the smoke riding a sigh from your lips. Your eyes slip closed, trying to shut off as many senses as you can to really connect with that smell and taste, imagining him emerging from your bedroom window to be here with you. 
He’s much less graceful than you are, often catching some part of his person on the windowsill when he climbs out onto the balcony. So many nights spent patching up little holes in his pant legs, right where that out sticking nail used to be in the frame before he ‘bested it in combat’ (i.e. pulled it out with a hunting knife and threw it ceremoniously in the lake). 
Manifestation is a powerful tool, you’ve always believed that, but you still nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a large hand grasp your shoulder just as you imagined, Arthur’s gruff, hushed whisper tickling the words “hey, sweetheart” into the skin of your neck. It takes you a second to catch your breath, heart racing from the shock before everything registers and reality sets in. 
“Arthur?”
He’s here.
“C’mere, darlin’.”
You fly out of your seat, the rickety old thing nearly splintering under the force, launching yourself into his open arms to burrow yourself into him.  Every part of him consumes your senses and you drink it all in like an addict. The smell, the real thing, much more of that Arthur essence than the whiskey or cigars, probably because he forewent breaks in his journey for those little pleasures to get back to you sooner. 
He seems to be taking you in as much as you are him, inhaling long through his nose and sighing it out contentedly, feeling whole again after so long without you in his arms.
“I missed ya’, beautiful.” He says softly into your hair, holding you tight against him, his knuckles brushing up and down the small of your back through layers of clothes you’ve stolen from him. 
“I missed you so much…” You mumble into his shirt, hardly able to breathe through the wall of hard chest muscle you’re pressed against, caring even less. 
It’s only then do you remember the cigar, forgotten and abandoned, smoking away on the table propped up on a jar lid turned makeshift ashtray. Most of the boys don’t bother with one, and neither did Arthur, until a fateful night a few months before you started dating when you first handed him the jar and told him you read something about birds and rabbits eating the butts of cigarettes. He kept the little piece of junk right next to his bedside, waiting for you to find it after that first night together. 
Arthur spots your momentary pull of attention, pulling his chest away to raise a brow down at you with a little chuckle rumbling his chest.
“Having a fancy smoke of a night, are we?” 
A cheeky little smirk- Arthur’s favourite, actually- tugs at the corner of your lips, waiting patiently for him to kiss it away.
“The smell reminds me of you…” you play coy, earring yourself that kiss when Arthur lifts you up to his height, kissing you softly, letting his world and yours fall back into place together. 
“Well I’m here now, angel. Wanna sit? Could do with a nice cigar with my girl to celebrate a job well done.” 
You’re eager to nod, heart fluttering at the prospect of getting to sit with him and hear all about his trip. He untangles from you to sit down first, patting his lap for you to crawl into. You fit perfectly together (you should do, you were made for eachother), head resting on his shoulder, legs splayed over his thighs with your arm draped over his shoulder. The cigar has gone out, so Arthur strikes a match so expertly on his spurs before shaking it out and placing his hand on the small of your back for support. You lean into him, watching him take puffs of the cigar and feeling the tiniest bit of tension leave his joints. He looks so natural with a smoke between his teeth, commanding an air of power with each movement he makes. Smoking doesn’t suit just everyone, you think, but God, does it suit him.
“We’re celebrating? You got the bastard, then?”
“Sure did,” he says, smoke spilling from his lips with each syllable. Arthur looks you over again, drinking in the dearly missed view, before kissing you on the forehead and flipping the cigar between his fingers to offer it up, “Eventually found him up in Fort Brennand, but he weren’t alone. Nearly lost a damn eye, but luckily only Woffard had to be brought in alive, so I dropped the other bastards and ran.”
You hang on his every word, your hero. You know he’s downplaying the fight, the danger of it all, but he does it so that you don’t worry every time he’s gone. It never works, and you always do, but you love him for trying. 
“Oh, Arthur, I’m so glad you’re alright…” You coo, pressing a hand to his cheek, feeling the weeks worth of stubble scratching against your palm. He nuzzles into your touch, not unlike a cat, and your find yourself keeping your hand there to mindlessly play with his hair, tipping his hat off to put on your own head. He chuckles, reaching to adjust it on you.
“Course I am, couldn’t leave you here all alone with this buncha’ fools, could I? Besides, someones gotta bring home the bacon around here, and you know Marston’s too trigger happy to bring a bounty in alive.”
“So you got the full price?” Your eyes gleam, the proudest smile on your features as Arthur nods and shifts both your weights for a moment to pull out a stack of bills and smack them on the table dramatically.
“You’re damn straight I did, baby.”
Of course he did. Arthur never fails, and God knows how much the camp needs this right now, freedoms diminishing by the day as Dutch makes more enemies and plans jobs that just seem to keep going wrong. But you don’t want to think about that right now. Right now, there is only you and Arthur, and the promise of a whole night spent with him uninterrupted. You hand him the cigar back, along with a stolen kiss, and he takes another mesmerising drag. The way he holds it, every so often tipping the ash into the first gift you ever gave him, it does things to you that you just can’t explain. It’s just a cigar, and yet you’re pressing your thighs together tight to futilely subdue the tightness coiling between them. 
“I’m so proud of you… I always am.” Unkempt locks of hair are twisted between your fingers, your face so close to Arthur’s you can pepper his cheek, temple and lips, whenever not occupied, with little kisses, Arthur’s hat sometimes tipping up against his forehead on your head. The two of you are always like this after a few days apart, unable to get enough of each other or keep your hands off one another. You shift your weight to access him better, catching his bottom lip between your teeth to press a long, tender kiss there. He hums under you, hand splaying under your jacket to grasp at your shirt. It’s seconds before you feel it, that hardening that nudges up against your thigh, prodding and reminding you just how much Arthur has missed you.
You pull away from the kiss, just enough to raise a teasing brow at how sensitive your cowboy is to your touch. He shrugs, unashamed, with that cheeky grin and those glistening eyes directed right at you. 
“What? I missed ya…” His words are accompanied with a pinch of your ass, which makes you writhe on top of his stiffness, the friction dragging a low growl from deep within his chest. 
“I can see that, cowboy… I missed you too. I missed you more.” You emphasise, nipping at his lip again and splaying your fingers across his chest. He rises to your touch, and you feel him stiffen more so under you. It takes a second of manoeuvring, but you’re soon straddling him, hovering above him like the angel he sees you to be. From this angle, with the moon behind you, you’re glowing. 
“You absolutely did not, you little siren…” He growls again, pulling at the flesh of your ass so that you’re grinding against him, the friction of denim against denim igniting you both and burning so wonderfully. 
“Oh, yeah? I can prove it.” There’s a little cock of your head, a raise of one teasing brow as you start to slide off him. He looks confused, disappointed, even, until your knees rest on the planks of wood on the balcony floor and he instinctively spreads his legs to give you the space between them. Your fingers splay across his thick thighs, and they tense under your touch, as does Arthur’s jaw. He’s starved after a week without you, clearly trying to reign in a control he’s struggling to possess. There’s no wonder, having his girl knelt before him like this. 
“You wanna take this to the bedroom?” He growls out, abandoning the still smoking cigar in the jar lid. You look up at him, peeking out from under the rim of his hat. 
“No.” You reach for the cigar, taking a few drags yourself before flipping it in your fingers just like he did and placing it between his teeth, “Finish your smoke.”
A distant laugh captures Arthur’s attention for a second, reminding you both just how close you are to the other gang members. You’re somewhat hidden by the railing, but if they looked in your direction, Arthur is fully visible from the chest up. A simple bob of your head- and you’re planning on plenty- would bring you into view. 
The look Arthur gives you when he quickly diverts his attention back from Marston and the others is downright feral, especially when your hands reach for his belt buckle. Nimble fingers make quick word of the obstruction, and you’re soon pulling Arthur’s thick, long length out from his jeans. He groans at your very touch, involuntarily bucking his hips up into your hand. 
You laugh, the sound a tempting little giggle as you tell him “Patience, cowboy…” 
He almost snarls in response, clearly having been goddamn patient enough over the last week where all he could do is fuck himself with your name on his lips and the thought of you knelt just like this between his legs at the forefront of his mind, always. 
Just as you lean in, when your soft lips trace over his rosy, swollen head, he pulls you back by plucking his hat from atop your head and throwing it to the side. He rests the cigar between the fingers of his free hand to free his mouth to speak to you.
“Need to see you while I fuck that pretty little moutha’ yours, angel…”
His words soak through you (and soak you through), and you just can’t wait a second longer, needy to have his cock deep down your throat, desperate for the burning of your lungs and the stinging in your eyes when he loses that control he so often vehemently clings to. 
Unable to wait a second longer, you run your tongue from base to tip, feeling every vein pulsing under your muscle and eliciting a deep groan from Arthur. When you finally take him in your mouth, his hand reaches to cup your cheek, following you down as you take as much of him as you can. 
“Fuck.” He groans, fingers reaching to tangle in your hair, scratching at your scalp. He’s probably louder than he should be, your eyes flickering to the general direction of the others as a warning, but they soon snap back to your cowboy, an intense eye contact burning at your skin as the head of his cock bumps the back of your throat. Arthur never takes his eyes off you, guiding you up and down his length and bringing the smoke to his lips. The tip of the cigar flares a deep, fiery orange, and smoke billows from his mouth with each laboured breath you coax from him. The way he’s sitting, fingers of one hand pulling at your hair, controlling your movements, and the other limply holding the smoke, he exudes a power many seek to master but never quite get. It makes your heart swell and your cunt throb for him, knowing on your knees before him is the only place you ever want to be, knowing only you inhabit it. 
You can taste Arthur, his salty essence leaking from the pure ecstasy you’re providing and spit pools in your throat, mixing with it and dribbling down your chin. Arthur catches it with his thumb, guiding you off his cock to push the digit into your mouth and let you suckle from it. You do, hungrily, adjusting on your knees to better take Arthur deep down your throat and-
“Arthur! That you?” 
Marston. 
For eyes widen at each other, Arthur instinctively pushing you a little lower by your shoulder to keep you out of sight. John hasn’t seen you, and you’d like to keep it that way, being in the incriminating position you are between Arthur’s legs. 
You spot the irritated sigh, the twitch of Arthur’s jaw as he plasters a fake friendliness onto his features and peers over the balcony to see his brother standing on the clearing below. 
“Sure is. Whatchu’ want?”
Straight to the point.
“We didn’t hear you get back. How long’ve you been here?”
All that tension you’ve worked so hard to dissipate comes back to Arthur’s form with a crashing force. You can almost hear his plea for just one second a’ goddamn peace, merely by the way he sighs before answering. 
“Not long, thought I’d try and sneak past you fools and get some shut eye.”
Subtle, cowboy.
Ever oblivious, or simply not caring, John continues, “How’d it go, then? You got the bastard?”
He has you pressed against his thigh to hide you from sight, cock standing to attention right beside your face. It’s too tempting, especially with a none the wiser Marston stood right below. When your tongue darts out, hovering above Arthur’s twitching, aching cock, his eyes flick down to you, warning residing deep in his eyes. You take it as less of a warning, more a challenge.
You wouldn’t.
Oh, but I would.
And you do. You lift up, just enough to fit the head of his throbbing cock past your lips and slide the whole length in. It bumps the back of your throat, but upon hearing Arthur’s strangled, poorly hidden groan, you can’t seem to stop yourself.
“Y-uh… Yeah, I got ‘em…” 
It’s impressive, how he can just about hold a conversation despite his cock being so far down your throat his balls rest on your chin. 
You can’t see John, but you can only imagine how his head must tilt and his brows must pull together at the strange response from Arthur. 
“You alright, brother?”
He won’t be.
You blink up at Arthur, feigning an innocent, near angelic expression as you inhale through your nose and push him even further into you. You hum, low and quiet, letting the vibrations pass through him. Arthur whimpers, instantly knocking any and all sounds you’ve ever heard from top spot and replacing them as your favourite in the whole world. 
“I-I’m fine. Just tired.” He tries to hint again, to no avail. His fingers are digging into your shoulder with a bruising force, that control slipping bit by bit with every passing second, every little movement. Tears prick at your eyes, that burning in your lungs you’ve been reaching for finally igniting. You’re stuffed with him, feeling so full that it’s hard to breathe. When you go to release him, to be able to gasp for precious air, you realise you can’t, Arthur’s huge hand holding you right in place with his palm flush against the back of your neck. Revenge. 
“Where’s the Mrs?”
A raise of a brow. You’re not married, but everything is so naturally right between you and Arthur that the gang just seem to have defaulted to that. It makes you beam, wanting nothing more than to be this man’s wife, the kind of wife that makes him cum down your throat while he has a menial conversation. 
“S-She’s- fuck…” When he grips harder at you, you gag around his length, tears now streaming down your cheeks and mixing with your spittle and the little bits of precum that leak out from Arthur. “She’s in bed. I-I better go check on her, a-actually.” He whimpers again, fingers now gripping into your hair to keep you in place. You’re not sure how much longer you can last like this, struggling to breathe, overflowing and, God, so wet for him. 
John sounds unconvinced. You’d giggle, if you could.
“Alright… Well, g’night, brother.”
Arthur barely manages a grunt, and you can feel his thighs tensing and twitching from the sheer effort of not bucking his hips up into you and giving the pair of you away. He stills, most likely waiting for Marston to fuck off already, before he rips you away from him and pulls you to your feet, gripping your aching jaw with force enough force to keep it open. 
“You goddamn siren.” He isn’t mad. He’s trying to be, but you know Arthur far too well, and he’s burning with a fire far hotter than mere anger. Need. 
The mischievous glint in your eye is all you can offer for response, what with his iron grip on your face, but you do manage to slip your tongue out and lick the pad of his thumb, tasting the mixture of fluids still lingering. 
It’s all getting too much, knowing what you just did and who you did it around, hearing Arthur unable to string a sentence together because of you. You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life, so desperate for a release that you’re pathetically writhing in Arthur’s hold. He notices, forced anger on his features replaced with a cockiness that only comes from knowing he’s regaining the power in the situation. 
Your cheeks tingle when he releases you, sitting back in the seat and leaning back, one elbow resting on the arm of the old wooden chair and picking the cigar back up. God, you could ride him in that chair till morning, if you thought the wood wouldn’t splinter under the force. 
“You gonna finish what you started, my little siren?” He asks, taking an especially long toke from the smoke while he waits for you to drop to your knees before him. Your cunt throbs, screaming out for his attention, but it would seem your antics have earned you punishment. 
Your knees hit the wood with a force, though an involuntary whimper escapes you, hips grinding pathetically against nothing. Arthur notices, smirking like a goddamn cheshire cat at his little wanton whore. 
“Patience, angel.” Your own words echo back to you like a slap in the face. You definitely deserve this.
The grip you had on the power in this game you’re playing with Arthur officially disappears when his hand snakes around the back of your neck, grasping at your hair and winding it around his wrist like a leash. You have to tilt your head so the tugging at your scalp is a mere burn rather than a sharp pain, but that’s just where he wants you. 
“Now, little siren, I’m gonna teach ya’ some manners, and you’re gonna finish what you started, alright? And if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll think about getting that sweet little cunt of yours off…”
It’s all it takes, the promise of Arthur’s fingers deep inside you while he sucks on your clit just how you like it, lapping up your juices like a man starved, and the defiance in your eyes dissipates. Arthur bends you to his whim, messy, sloppy putty in his hands as he drags you onto his weeping cock. You’re all but drooling for him, leaking out of the corners of your mouth when he slips into you. Your scalp tingles with the pull, especially when Arthur involuntarily tightens his grip with a hiss of his breath. His tip bumps the back of your throat, but he doesn’t stop even when you’ve fit all of him in that you can.
“Fuck, good girl, just like that baby girl…” he groans, and when you open your eyes to look up to him, he is watching you with a gaze so intense you feel like it could tear you apart. The tension burns between you, coiling so tight the chirp of a nearby cricket could snap it. 
There’s an unspoken question in your eyes when you start to nearly choke on his length of when you’ll be released, but his eyes darken, “Come on, baby, you can take more, can’t you?” 
He seems to register your fear, but it phases him little. It seems more a challenge, really, coaxing him into rocking his hips into you, pushing you even further onto his cock until you feel it start to breach past your throat in a way you didn’t even know possible. You splutter, wriggling and writhing as you try your hardest to breathe through your nose. 
“Shh… good girl,” he coos, a ravenous look taking over your usually so lovable cowboy. You’ve pushed him, and God do you live for it. “Not much further… wanna see you take all of my cock, alright? You gonna do that for me, angel?” 
You can’t nod, but it isn’t much of a question, not much choice available with your limited movements and the way Arthur has completely commandeered your body. You’re irrevocably his, body and soul. 
It doesn’t feel possible to fit more of him in, your throat burning for relief that won’t come until Arthur is satisfied, but when he bucks his hips into you, you feel his base press against your nose. He groans hard, the noise initially from the sensation of having your throat wrapped around his cock, but when he sees the sight of you, tear stained and gagging on him, the moan is pulled out into a noise of pure ecstasy. 
“Good girl… my good fuckin’ girl.” 
His thumb rubs lovingly over your wet cheek, a sensation you cling to as the corners of your vision get fuzzy. Fuck, you’re not sure how much longer you can hold out, but you’re so desperate to feel Arthur’s spend trickling down your throat, feel him lose control and moan just for you that you’d honestly be willing to die for it. 
Your expression, complete with lust-fogged, watery eyes, and beautifully flushed skin, teases the last of Arthur’s restraint like a razor thin blade against that final thread. When it finally snaps, you’re allowed one gasp for air, before he’s thrusting back into you hard. You can feel him stiffen, even more so than before, as his hips splutter into your mouth and he starts to tumble over the precipice into that realm of pleasure that only the two of you share. 
“F-Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna-” But he interrupts himself with a visceral, primal groan, the vibration of it shattering the both of you. You take advantage of his practically inebriated state to regain some of your own anatomy, managing to swirl your tongue around his pulsing head inside your mouth. The hot, salty spend blooms across your tongue at that, Arthur guiding you by the cheek to bob up and down on his cock while he paints your throat white. His moans are a melody you’ll never tire of, animalistic and vulnerable all the same. 
It feels like it never stops, Arthur’s spend filling your mouth up and leaking out from the corners of your lip. You can hardly stay still, writhing your needy cunt against your own heel, desperate for a reward you’re earning when you look him in the eye and swallow it all down. Pride blooms across Arthur’s features, saturated with a love that warms you from the inside out. His thumb caresses your face softly, wiping the tear tracks as you finally release his cock from your mouth and he guides you to your feet, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then nose, then lips.
“My good girl…” He coos, barely above a whisper as you breathe each other in, both as breathless as the other. Your throat aches, your jaw burning, but you’d do it a thousand times over to experience what you just did all over again. 
“Now…” He splits the sentence with another kiss, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Get on inside, sweetheart, I think you’ve earned yourself a reward.”
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Saw your post about requests being open and had this idea and I didn’t want to fall asleep and forget about it. Idk if you do Esteban Ocon but yeah. Esteban and Kpop idol, she real famous and she’s been soft launching someone for years but never revealed them because her management won’t allow her to reveal who it is. Anyways her contract ends and she reveals that the person she’s been soft launching is Esteban and they’re actually married and have a kid. (You can pick the gender). Thanks. Love the two works you put out already and can’t wait to read more 🫶
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓
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. ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` why the french guy bro 😞 … ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ kpop and f1? what on earth would that have in common? a lot actually!
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ esteban ocon x reader
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 ୨୧ most photos are of jennie!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ cursing, reader speaks her mind lol, pregnancy and kids?
𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ I would be lying if I said I didn’t start tearing up at the end 🥹🩶 thank you so so much! people like you encourage me to keep going :)) Fair warning, I’m practically clueless about K-pop… but I still tried my best! I decided against having the reader be part of a group, but rather a soloist, just for my sake until I gain more knowledge. again, thank you so much lovely, I hope you and everyone else enjoy 🫶
this is def the longest one yet 😵‍💫
some of the concept isn’t exactly the same, but I definitely tried to best to give what you requested!
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username3 i literally couldn’t stop screaming,… best show yet!
→ therealyn_ln tysm! You fans always encourage me to try even harder!
username7 oh she’s totally ignoring the recent news flash…
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username11 why is no one mentioning the fact that esteban ocon is in the comments?!
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estebanocon glad to know you loved Paris! The show was amazing!
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therealyn_ln Me 🤝 First F1 Race! Honored to be a part of Alpine’s garage tonight! Wonderful work by @ fernandoalonso and @ estebanocon!
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fernandoalonso Of course. You are always welcome. 👍
username14 WHO IS THAT MAN??? I’VE BEEN WAITING SINCE ‘19!
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alpinef1team Thank you, Y/n! Overjoyed to have you join our garage and team! You certainly energized us this race 😉
estebanocon always willing to win! especially with your support 😊
username18 I can’t be the only one that’s been noticing something fishy lately…
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username19 estie bestie!!
username20 uhmm…. the dinner photo?!
username21 WHO IS HE WITH 🤔 🤔
username22 surely Y/N posting that photo with her soft launch bf and estie’s dinner isn’t a coincidence…
alpinef1team we keep pushing! 👊
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therealyn_ln Hello fans, for the next upcoming year, I will be taking a break from music, and embracing the love of my fans, and finally being able to share my love for my husband with not just me, but to finally show it to all of you.
happy new years to all! Happy 2022 :)
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username21 why the french guy bro 😞
username19 HUSBAND?!
username22 SINCE WHEN WAS SHE MARRIED?!
username20 what happened to hi? my name is?
username18 I TOLD YOU GUYS SOMETHING I FISHY
alpinef1team Mr and Mrs L/N-Ocon 🫡
estebanocon ma beauté 🩷
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therealyn_ln happy anniversary my love! 🤍 this was the best gift anyone can receive. Loving you now and for forever.
username21 WHAT IS HAPPENING RN
username19 no way.
username22 A BABY ALREADY?
username20 i’m at a loss for words.
alpinef1team Future driver in the works! 🏁👀
estebanocon so happy to be part of this journey with you my love ❤️
→ therealyn_ln my favorite frenchie 🥐 → charles_leclerc :( → pierregasly damn. → francisca.cgomes don’t worry @ pierre_gasly you’re always my fav ❤️
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therealyn_ln welcome to the world baby Alix 🤍
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landonorris can’t wait to be the favorite uncle
→ charles_leclerc sorry to break it to you Lando, but i’m going to be the favorite → alex_albon you’re lying it’s me → lance_stroll definitely me → maxverstappen1 nope, me. → carlossainz55 lo siento, it’s me! → danielricciardo bursting your bubble! It’s none of you cause I’m right here! → logansargeant i can’t wait to teach them some american football :) → pierregasly it’s definitely not me.
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kooktrash · 7 months
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Fighting heart mc has a little accident at home and needs to go to the hospital (maybe for stitches?) and jk calls her and nurse pick it up and says that she’s in hospital 😌 And of course he got panicked and rushed to the hospital and even after he saw that she’s perfectly fine he can’t help but cry because of the fear and all those ugly emotions (and he thought that something big happened to her) 😭😭 And of course he wouldn’t stop gushing over her and be her ‘yes man’
oooof I missed these two idk. jk has always been the more stressed out one so I could def see him completely losing his shit while oc is like “🤷🏽‍♀️Shit happens” he def makes a bigger deal out of it.
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warnings: mentions of bl**d, oc cuts her leg with glass. jk gets anxiety from it. oc needed stitches 2.4K words.
You never considered yourself a handy man of any sort. You hate getting your hands dirty and you hate doing any sort of hard labor at all—it’ll mess up your manicure, but today you didn’t have much of a choice. You had just been lounging around your apartment all day with Jimin who decided he would come over and keep you company. Your boyfriend, Jungkook, has been stuck training lately because he’s got a big fight coming up and Jin has been really strict on him because of it. Even if he won’t admit it, you know he’s been stressed because if he wins, he’ll win big.
Jungkook has finally begun to really establish himself as a real boxer and right now he’s getting so many calls from just about anyone in the boxing world looking to set a match with him. He’s so close to being the lightweight champion and you know it’s been a lot of pressure on him so all you’ve wanted to do was show him your support and show him he could rely on you.
Maybe that’s why you decided to tackle this issue on your own today.
“You’re scaring me, Y/n,” Jimin said as he watched you stand on your kitchen counter trying to switch out a lightbulb, “If you fall Jungkook is going to kill me.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you turned to him with the huge, heavy lightbulb in your hands, “Stop being so negative, I’m very capable of changing a lightbulb, thank you very much.”
Jimin released a sigh, “I mean… if you say so.”
Jungkook was exhausted, his body ached everywhere and all he wanted to do was drive over to you, pull you into a bath with him and hopefully fall asleep after. Lately it feels like all he’s done is train with Hobi and right now he just wants to stop it all and go see you.
Of course he’s thankful for all the opportunities he’s been given in life but right now he just wants to be selfish and hang out with the love of his life without worrying about the newest brand deal—which right now, Calvin Klein has been blowing up Jin’s phone to sign the new and upcoming boxer as a brand ambassador. He thinks he’ll do it but only if he can get you signed on as well, it’s not like they would say no with the connections you have. Maybe he’ll talk to you about it tonight.
“Alright Kook, you wanna rest up tonight because tomorrow we’re doing it all over again,” Hoseok said to him as they walked toward their parked cars ready to end today’s session, “Are you going to see Y/n?”
“That’s the plan,” Jungkook said, already taking his phone out to call you, “I’m thinking we’ll get dinner and after that probably just lounge around.”
They said their goodbyes and once Jungkook was in the privacy of his car, he called you. Lately, he’s been so busy he almost feels guilty for not being able to see you. You’re so supportive and loving and all he wants to do is spend all his time with you but he’s finally doing something with his life and it’s all because of you so he just continues to push himself to his limits. He wants to be with someone worthy of you, no matter how many times you assure him you’ll love him no matter what.
You chose him over anyone else, even when you saw his poor living conditions with leaking roofs and broken cabinets. You stayed with him when you saw him lose control at an underground fight club. You’ve chosen him and he loves you so much that he misses you anytime he’s away.
When the call went to voicemail he couldn’t help but be confused, you told him you would just be home today so he wondered why you wouldn’t answer. Maybe you were sleeping or not around your phone, so he called you again just to be sure.
“Hello?”
Jungkook pulled the phone away from his ear, looking down at the screen to make sure he had in fact called you and not whatever guy was currently answering the phone, “Y/n?”
“Jungkook,” Jimin cleared his throat awkwardly, “Um, this is Jimin.”
He released a breath in relief, “Oh, where’s Y/n?”
“Um,” Jimin bit his lip nervously as he looked behind him. Jungkook waited for him to speak but the longer he stayed quiet the more worried he got. Why did Jimin answer your phone and why did he seem so nervous?
“Y/n can’t really answer the phone right now,” Jimin said, already imagining your overprotective boyfriend plunging his fist into Jimin’s pretty head, “She had an accident an—“
“What?” Jungkook hit the brakes hard, completely forgetting he was trying to drive out of the parking lot, “What do you mean accident? Where is she?”
“We’re at the hospital right now, they’re giving her stitches—“
“Where?” Jungkook’s voice dropped to a low octave as his blood ran cold. He barely listened to the hospital Jimin told him before he was hanging up and speeding toward you. He ran a couple red lights but he didn’t even care. He felt his anxiety begin to spike up to the point where his chest tightened painfully and it was getting hard for him to breathe.
Getting to the hospital all happened in a blur, he went straight to the E.R section and he knew that the nurse behind the counter thought he looked crazy.
He was drenched in sweat from training and his eyes were red, his hands shaky and his voice cracked when he asked what room you were in.
“She’s just finishing up surgery and she’ll be out soon, I’ll take you to where the friend is waiting,” the nurse said and he anxiously followed after her, biting his lip so hard that it bled. The elevator ride felt like an eternity and he ignored the nurse’s warning not to run as he searched for Jimin who sat outside the room with his head down.
“What happened?” Jungkook asked and there was no denying the panic in his voice. Jimin shot up out of his seat looking a little scared by the way Jungkook glared at him. Jimin bit his lip, “We were in her kitchen and Y/n was trying to change a stupid lightbulb and—“
“Ow!”
Jungkook looked to the room, the blinds were closed so he couldn’t even look in and the door was shut, “Oh my god, did she fall?”
Jimin nodded subtly, “Y/n dropped the bulb and I think it s-scared her and she ended up falling a-and, glass was everywhere a—“
“What the fuck were you doing?!” Jungkook yelled louder than he meant to and others immediately turned to him with worry. Jimin’s eyes widened at the way Jungkook grabbed at him and once Jungkook realized what he was doing, he immediately let him go, “I’m sorry, Jimin. Sorry… b-but, if something happens to Y/n…”
“I know man,” Jimin put a hand on his shoulder, “She’s just getting a few stitches and she’ll be out soon. I’m sorry.”
Jungkook sat down with his head in his hands, hiding himself as he shut his eyes trying to get his brain to shut up. He knows that you’ll be fine but he can’t help but imagine the worse. He’s been so busy lately and he told you he would switch the stupid lightbulb for you and just kept forgetting. This is all his fault. All of it.
The thought of you being hurt in even the slightest way made him sick to his stomach. You weren’t supposed to get hurt. He’s supposed to keep you safe and be there for you and he hasn’t been and he feels so fucking shitty because all he can picture right now is your fall. How bad was it? How did it happen? Jimin said there was glass everywhere…
How hurt were you?
It felt like years passed before they were finally let into the room. Jimin stood behind with guilt written all over his face as Jungkook went right to your side, immediately holding your face in his hands, “Baby, tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay,” you said with a smile as you looked down at your leg, “Just a couple stitches, nothing too bad.”
“Six stitches and a large piece of glass in her heel,” the doctor said as he looked down at his paperwork. Jungkook was hovering over you with his forehead pressed against yours, “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” You asked brushing his sticky hair out of his face, “I’m fine.”
“She did great,” the doctor said, finally getting Jungkook’s attention, “We’re going to prescribe something for the pain and finish up some paperwork. We have a pair of crutches Y/n could use but she should be healed in about three weeks. As of right now, I’d say put as little weight on her foot as possible, it was a big fall and she’s definitely bruised up.”
“Thank you, doctor,” Jungkook said and you looked at him. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked down at your boyfriend who lifted your knuckles to his lips and kissed the top of them. You could see his reddened eyes and when he looked up at you it was clear he was crying, this is the second time you’ve seen your strong boyfriend cry and it broke you.
“Jimin,” you looked to your friend, “Can you give us a minute?”
The doctor took that as his cue to go get the paperwork and leave with your friend until it was just you and Jungkook. “Baby,” you called to him once you were alone and he allowed himself to fully break down against your hospital bed, “What’s wrong? Are you mad? I know you told me to wait b-but, I just wan—“
“I’m so sorry,” he cried, tears falling down his cheeks, “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/n. I keep telling you over and over again that I want to be someone you deserve and I just keep disappointing you.”
You sat up suddenly, wincing a little as you shifted your leg and Jungkook immediately looked up with fear, “Jungkook, this isn’t your fault at all. This was an accident, I was being impatient. Even Jimin told me it was a bad idea but I wanted to prove that I could do things on my own, obviously not bu—“
“Baby, you’re so strong and you don’t even know it,” Jungkook said as he sat down on the edge, careful not to take up too much room, “So strong and smart that you can do anything. I just… I should’ve just done it the first time you told me.”
“Don’t blame yourself for this,” You combed his hair back before wiping his tears away with your thumb, “And shouldn’t I be the one crying? I just got six stitches.”
Jungkook sniffled as he leaned forward and pulled you into a tight hug, “I was so scared, baby, so fucking scared that something horrible happened and I just… I just couldn’t get over the fact that I wasn’t around.”
Your eyes met his and to help him calm down, and remind him he won’t lose you, you kissed him. Jungkook kissed you back wantonly, hand in your hair and salty tears on his tongue, “I love you so much.”
The wait for the paperwork took forever and Jimin sat in the corner of the room watching you and Jungkook. He had been so exhausted from his training that when he rested his head on your chest, he fell asleep.
“You’ve got a very concerned boyfriend on your hands,” the nurse said once she returned, “I hear he caused a commotion downstairs and out in the hall just worried sick about you.”
“I’m sure he did,” you said in a whisper, brushing a finger against his cheek that had him waking up slowly, eyes hazy as he looked up at you.
“Alright, well just follow the doctor’s orders, once the numbing block wears off you’ll feel some pain because you sprained your ankle. We’ll do a follow up in about a week, how does that sound? Now I need the one she’ll be leaving with to sign these documents.
“Sounds good, we’ll be here,” Jungkook had your hand in his as he signed the paper with his free hand, there were crutches in her hands and she was motioning for you to try and sit up. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to tuck an arm under your back and the other one under your knees before he was lifting you up.
“No need for crutches?” The nurse asked, watching Jungkook pick you up with ease. Jimin took them from her with a thank you, “I guess not.”
“Babe, I can walk,” you tried telling him as he cradled you in his arms, “I’m heavy.”
“Shh, I’ve made guys bigger than you tap out with one punch,” Jungkook said as he carried you to the elevator with Jimin hot on your trails, “I think I’m capable of carrying my injured girlfriend to the car.”
When you got to the hotel you lived at, Jungkook had yet to let your feet touch the car even once. He helped you to bed using a pillow to rest your leg and making sure you were comfortable as he ran around looking for things you might need.
You giggled, “Kook, I’m not paralyzed, I can walk, just give me some time.”
“I know you’re strong babe but I really don’t want you over exerting yourself,” he said, “Just tell me what you want and I’ll go do it.”
“I still need the lightbulb fixed.”
“On it.”
Jungkook ran out to the kitchen, nearly crying again once he saw the mess on your perfectly polished marble floors. Once again he was reminded that you had probably been in a lot of pain and he wasn’t around. There was blood mixed with thin glass all over the floor and he went to your supply closet to get the cleaning supplies. If Jimin wasn’t around, what would have happened? Would you have forced yourself to stand and call an ambulance? Would you have called him or would you think he was too busy to answer?
The next morning Jungkook did not leave your side one bit. He called Hobi and told him he wouldn’t make it to training and spent his day doing everything he could for you.
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psychickiss · 3 months
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my solace is you
— saiki kusuo x reader (gn, 2nd pov)
— summary: Kusuo can’t sleep, and you just want to be there for him.
— notes: hey so it is like 11pm for me rn. idk i wrote this on a whim to get me away from writers block and to help me like. write away my feelings... ew...
— things: established. something! LOL.. ok. platonic or romantic, depends on you!
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It is quite... hard, being involved with a psychic.
Saiki Kusuo.
He knows what you’re thinking 24/7—while you can’t even seem to get a word out of him.
You can’t blame him for that, of course. It’s not like he popped out of his mother demanding for every power in the world.
Although, it’s a funny thought. A cartoonish one, at that.
“It is a funny thought.”
You jumped in your seat. It was 10 PM, and you’re supposed to be alone. Plus, your house was relatively far from Kusuo. So, how–?
“I teleported.”
You frown at him. “Right, and—hey! At least let me pretend you’re not involuntarily listening to my thoughts.” You’re quiet as Kusuo takes up space on your bed. You move a little so he’s more comfortable.
“So, what brings you here?”
Kusuo doesn’t look at you when he answers, “I couldn’t sleep.”
You hum in response. “I thought you had that little–well, not little–unoccupied and undiscovered space here on Earth that’s specifically yours. Can’t you, I don’t know, try to... I don’t know.”
But, it’s not like you think Kusuo isn’t a human. Kusuo just happens to be a human with powers.
“Because it is very comfy, being surrounded by solid rocks with bugs underneath them.” Kusuo shivers at the mention of the small creatures. You can’t help but laugh at him.
It is moments like this that keeps you grounded on the fact that Kusuo is... just like you. He is human. He is a teenager like you, experiencing relatively normal teenage problems. Say, having to use your psychic superpowers to avoid a girl that had feelings for you that you didn’t reciprocate; totally average! If you took out the powers part.
“I can’t read your mind, you know?”
Kusuo looks at you, though he doesn’t turn to actually face you. “I know that.”
“So,” you ask, “why did you teleport all the way here if you couldn’t sleep?”
Kusuo looks to the other side. “I just thought you might still be awake.”
He turns to face you, then you reply, “I guess it’s a good thing that I am.” You smile at him. “I was just thinking about you, you know?”
“I know.”
“I know that you know... And... I also want to know what you’re thinking.”
You notice Kusuo’s lips curve downwards ever so slightly. “You... don’t have to talk about it. We could just... stay here until we fall asleep. My parents know, anyway, about the whole... powers situation. They’ll understand if they find you here.”
Kusuo nods, then you lie down and make space for him. He shakes his head. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“Hey, wait,” you stand up and rub your eyes, “there is a futon somewhere in my closet. Use that.”
“You go ahead and rest, I can use my Psychokinesis to lay it all out.”
“You sure you don’t need my help, Kusuo?”
He shakes your head at you. “You’ve already helped me a lot tonight. Please, rest. It’s fine.”
You climb back into bed and slowly make yourself comfortable. Through a yawn, you still manage to make conversation with Kusuo, “Just... wake me up when you need me, alright?”
“Mhm. Sleep well.”
You close your eyes with a gentle smile. “Yeah, you too. Good night.”
“Good night.”
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braineater444 · 9 months
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“To Be Better”
Big Brother!Yoshida x Gender Neutral Reader
(Tw: Sexual Abuse, Rape, Incest, Mild Smut, Mental Health, Suicidal Ideation)
A/N: I told myself I would finish this today and I did against my better judgment. This is not fully proofread and a bit different in comparison to other things I’ve written. Not heavy on the smut but definitely heavy. Idk. This isn’t good. Goodnight <3
Your older brother Yoshida is the brightest star to ever shine in your family. He got into all of the top universities (and every school he applied to for that matter) he’s smart, he’s attractive and everyone loves him to pieces, even those he’s only said one word to. He’s that type of guy. Too charismatic for his own good. A revolving door of people interested in being with him. Not a single flaw on his pretty skin.
Then, there’s you. You’re born second, but that doesn’t make you any where near close to second to him. Somehow, even with there being only two of you, you fall further down. You’re not placing in a race with him. You graduated two years after him, but no one from your extended family showed up like they did for him. You had a few friends, but were otherwise known as Hirofumi’s younger sibling. Your existence felt like an inconsequential blip when you were so eclipsed by him in every aspect of anything you did. He is the sun, but to say you’re the moon would be a lie.
So, it felt nice to graduate. To leave the school where every one knew you as a his shadow and the comparisons never ended. It felt nice to go to a community college where no one knew you and forge your own identity.
Even with him out of the house two years before, you still weren’t as free from him as you have been recently. You’re healing as of late. His winter break visit has come and gone and you’re getting better. This summer will be better. There’s just you and sure, you still live with your parents who always compared you to him, but now your lives have almost completely diverged. They have to, after all the work you’ve put in to getting better about being his shadow.
Of course, it’s not as simple as him having disappeared at university forver, though. It cant be your happily ever after. He comes home over his breaks and this one is no different.
The summer air is hot. It’s unpleasant and almost inescapable. There’s three popsicle sticks on your desk and the ceiling fan of your room is going as fast as it can go. It’s working desperately to cool you down with its gentle whirring, but still, you’re sticky with a light cast of sweat as you lay silently on your bed in wait.
You know he’s here. His voice flows proudly all through the house as he greets your parents and asks where you are and why you haven’t come to see him. You can hear him padding down the hall. Your brother has a distinct walk. It’s heavy and light all at once, like he’s waltzing his way to your door. A distinct feeling of dread punctuates each and every step.
As the door to your room swings open, you’re greeted by that same gut punch of a smile that you hadn’t been unfortunate enough to see since winter. This time it’ll be longer. The summer is too long.
“What?” It’s not really a question. Just something to make him go away.
“What?” He repeats back to you. “You’re not excited to see me?” Hirofumi… his voice is like silk; like he’s got it all figured out. It’s no wonder he’s got everyone fooled.
Usually it’s the summer heat that keeps you up all night, but tonight it’s him. You can’t see him, but you know he’s there and for that reason you haven’t left your room all day. His presence is an ache in your brain and the dryness of your mouth. This was supposed to be easier.
For the first time since he’s been back, you walk as quietly as possible out of your room praying that he isn’t awake. When you pass his room there’s no light coming from under the closed door and not a sound to be heard.
He’s asleep. Thank god.
You take a breath of relief and hurry yourself through the house, but as you round the corner into the kitchen the lights are on and he’s there. Closing the cabinets after putting up one last dish. And there it is. That sickening smile as he spots you.
“You didn’t eat dinner with us.”
You ignore him and pull open the refrigerator. All of the foods been neatly wrapped up and nicely stacked in small containers. You don’t check them to see what’s inside. Instead, you pick at a bunch of grapes and shovel them into your mouth one by one. There’s nothing to be said. You’re dealing with this well enough.
The grapes are ice cold and pop deliciously in your mouth. This is the best thing to happen to you all day. You needed this. You deserve this. Until, it’s interrupted by a large hand on your shoulder.
You stiffen.
“Don’t-” You turn and smack his hand off of your shoulder.
“Why are you acting like that?” He asks. He’s trapping you between his body and the ice cold inside of the refrigerator. He’s so close. Too close. You can smell him. He smells so fucking good. It’s sweet like fresh cut grass and natural like the wind traveling over the sea. It’s sickening. He’s making you nauseous by being in your space. A headache is forming. He shouldn’t be this close.
Your hand shoots out between the two of you and pushes at his chest before you even realize you’ve moved. You retract your hand like you were burned. “Move.” It’s quiet but stern. He doesn’t budge in the slightest. A look of confusion paints his face.
“What is your problem?” He steels himself.
For a second you almost believe him. You almost believe he’s truly lost and he doesn’t know why you’re acting like this towards him.
“You were fine when I came back over the break in winter.”
Right. Winter. You don’t even want to think about it.
He pulls you away from the refrigerator with a tight grip on your arm. You here it click closed and your brain stops working at the sound. He’s been treating you like this forever. Like a rag doll. For a second you let it happen. You have half a mind to let him do what he’s always done, but with the better half you pull away from him. His hand feels like it should’ve left burn marks in every spot he’d touched.
“Leave me alone.” You want to scream but it comes out as a hushed cry. Your nails dig into his forearm and he lets you go. You stumble back into the counter and you don’t even feel the pain that accompanies it.
“You don’t like me anymore?” His smile is confused. His eyebrows are furrowed. He pretends not to know what’s wrong.
You’re dealing with this the best way you know how.
He’s not here, in your room, but somehow he’s everywhere. His smell lingers in there air. Somehow it feels like his hand is still wrapped around your arms. You can’t get rid of him even in the quiet of your own room.
You lock the door. You unlock it. You lock it again.
You flick the light on. You flick it off. You flick it on again. You leave it off.
You start to try to lay back down, but you can’t bring yourself to touch your bed. Not with Hirofumi all over you.
The only solution is a shower.
The water burns just right against your thigh as you step in. You needed this. You weren’t ready to see him again.
Your body is trembling. How long have you been like that? Are there tears in your eye? You can feel your throat tightening up and wetness streaming down your face. Why are you crying? He didn’t do anything to you.
Maybe you shouldn’t be treating him like this. You liked him in the winter. You liked what happened then. You’re fooling yourself into thinking you’re the victim. After all these years, you’re not the victim.
Like a bullet in the chest it hits you all at once. So many years of him fight to the forefront of your thoughts.
Even as you scrub your skin you can feel his hands all over you. You’re sure the soap smells like him. You hold the soap to your nose and the thought goes away. It doesn’t smell like him.
You think about the winter. Your unlocked door. An invite for him to come in. You scrub at your skin.
You remember the heat of his body against yours. When you would beg him to stop. You scrub.
His hands gripping at your chest. Your quiet discomfort as you let him. The tears that rolled down your cheeks and the the way he kissed them away. You’ll clean him off of you even if your skin turns raw.
You can’t breathe. The tightness in your throat is getting worse. You’re sure you’re bawling. You want this to end. To go away. You need to go away.
Your knees buckles under you and when they crack against the shower floor the world becomes clear again. You can hear yourself sobbing. You can feel that the waters too hot against your skin. It’s too much.
A knock on the door comes as you rush to turn the water off.
“Are you okay?” Hirofumi’s voice lingers on the other side. You can smell him again. “Y/N~” He sings your name out with the beat of his second round of knocks at the door. “Do you want me to come in there?”
You’re still crying. You can’t catch your breathe. Your pleads for him not to come in are stuck in your throat.
You hear him say your name again. Then, the door starts to inch open. He can’t do this. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t.
“GO AWAY!” You scream out before you knew you could speak again. The door clicks shut. Footsteps sound further and further until they disappear. Relief. You melt in to the wall of the tub. He’s gone.
There’s no telling how long you stayed there; a mess of sopping wet hair and skin, but you eventually pull yourself together and rush to get your pajamas on. The long pants. The long sleeves. They tug against your wet skin and make you sweat already.
You look in the mirror; into your bloodshot eyes.
You can never brush your teeth enough. It’s like his tongue is always in your mouth. The taste of his breath lingers. The inside of your mouth feels like his. Too much like his. Your lips are so chewed up trying escape the feeling, they crack even more when you brush your teeth. You brush until your gums bleed. Until your mouth feels as raw as your skin. Until the taste of iron replaces him. Until you can sleep at night. The taste of him will come back. It always does.
Your parents don’t sit down for breakfast unless he’s around. Your mom doesn’t cook unless it’s for him. You don’t exist outside of him.
You push your food around your plate and tune them out. He’s sitting across from you and you’re not looking up unless you have to. You’re not hungry this morning. You don’t want to be here.
“Why don’t you want to learn how yo drive?”
The question sounds pointed at you. You stop, to listen again.
“You know…” You stop hearing his voice, but you’re sure he’s still talking. You keep looking down at your plate. “…really, I’m your big brother I should.” You can hear that fucking smile in his voice.
“That would be great, wouldn’t it, honey?” Your moms hand rubs soothingly over your thigh. You almost get the urge to cry again, but you can’t. “Hirofumi could be a great person to teach you?”
You look at her, confused.
“He can teach you how to drive. You should really learn. And maybe look at his new car.”
“It’s really nice.” Your dad cuts in.
He has a new car.
“It’d be great. To make new memories and stuff, right?” Hirofumi looks so endearing. The sun coming in through the window surrounds his body in soft morning light. Of course, he’s glowing. He casts a shadow over your breakfast plate.
“I’ll learn to drive on my own time.” You stuff your mouth with eggs.
Your mother insists that you let Hirofumi teach you. She’s like that. He’s her favorite. He does everything right the first time.
You leave breakfast early and leave them to their golden child.
You lock your door. You unlock it. You lock it again. You check the handle. It’s locked.
Your pajamas are suffocating you. It’s only going to get hotter from this point in the day, but you can’t change. You turn your ceiling fan on. You can breath.
You open a book and try to forget.
By the afternoon, the house falls silent. You leave your room and check all around the place. For each room you flick the lights on and of again and again. Not a soul. Tension relieves itself in places you didn’t know you had it. After checking all the locks, you sprawl out on the couch. Let them be gone forever.
You’re burning up. You’re sweating. You have a headache. The tv is on, but there’s some other noise. The couch suddenly feels too small.
“Do you want to go in my room?” Hands tap your cheeks to wake you. Your eyes struggle to open. Your mouth doesn’t move. Again. “Do you want to go in my room?” His face is far above yours, there’s brightness in his eyes, but they remain pitch black. His bangs are still too low. “It’s cooler in there. You’re sweating a lot. C’mon.”
He grabs you. Hoists you in to his arms and you latch on to him. You let him carry you. He loves to carry you. You’re so easy. So so easy. Why are you letting him do this.
“Hiro-”
Nothing.
“Hirofumi…”
“Hm?”
“Please take me to my room. I don’t want to do this.”
“It was fine a couple moths ago. Wasn’t it?”
You shake your head. You never liked it. That time you thought if you tried to enjoy it you’d hurt less. If you finally smiled and gave him what he wanted willingly it wouldn’t be as bad as all of the times before. It worked in the moment, but like every time before it came back to haunt you. You can’t do it again, but you don’t argue.
You let him lay you down on his bed. You go limp. You can’t run. You’ve never been able to stop this.
You think you say his name out loud, but if you do, he doesn’t answer. You ask where your mom’s at. Nothing. Your pajama pants are off. You hear yourself say stop. His hand smooths over your underwear.
There’s a moment of darkness and suddenly you’re both naked. You’re pushing at his muscles. His mouth is leaving wet kisses down your body. You swear you’re begging him to end this. There’s something of a cry for help in there. He can’t do this again.
“You wanted this last time, remember?” He breathes over your sex and drags his tongue across. Your body reacts as if you were struck by electricity, but you feel nothing. There’s just a strange wetness between your legs.
He can’t seem to remember the times before when you said no. All the times that came before the winter. When his hands traveled down in to your uniform. When you told him he didn’t need to kiss you before his graduation speech for good luck. When you said you didn’t want to know what he’d taste like. There were so many rejections, but he just can’t be a good brother.
He can only remember when you begged for him at the park last winter. When you let him climb in your bed and rub himself against the curve of your ass. When you licked his semen off the palm of your hand and kissed him hungrily. He can only remember last winter.
You were so scared. You thought you could face your demons head on.
He’s inside you. He’s so deep inside you. His tongue lick’s at the salty tears and sweat on your cheeks. His lips interlock with yours and you don’t kiss back. Not this time. You feel nothing and everything. Every vein dragging in and out of you. Every fingernail digging into your waist. The muscle in his chest where your hands aren’t pushing any more. Every breath he steals from you. But you don’t feel it.
You’re trapped eye to eye under him. His bedside lamp is dim, but you can see his face so close to yours. He’s tearing you apart from the inside. You have to be dying. You want to die.
“Hiro… I’m going to kill myself.” You manage between tears, broken moans and unstable breaths. “Please stop. I’m going to die. I’m going to kill myself.” It all pours out of your mouth like a flood.
“No. I’ll take care of you,” He says as he lays kisses along your throat.
“No. I’ll die.” You sniffle. “I’ll just die. I promise. I can’t do this. Please stop.” You might be screaming. There’s no way for you to tell. He’s slamming in to you harder. You can see it. You can’t feel it, but you know it hurts. Then it all stops. You can’t see anymore. There’s nothing. Again.
He’s there. Laying on your stomach when you come to. You feel sticky. Like your body’s covered in slime. Gross. Like you’re wrapped in spiderwebs. Like your brother’s been inside of you. Like this has been going on for as long as you can remember.
You try to push him off of you. You’re still naked. You don’t want your pajamas back anyway. You just want the shower. You push at his head and try to slide your body from under him. His scalp is wet with sweat.
You just want to shower. He won’t budge. His smell is seeping deeper into your skin by the second.
He turns to face you.
“Mom and dad are out all night. We have time.”
You give up. You’ll never be clean again.
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jvnluvr · 8 months
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author’s note: sooo, long time no see haha. i haven’t been able to write blue lock stuff lately n i’m sorry about that. hsr has kinda been in my mind lately, especially dan heng/imbibitor lunae for those of you who know. idk if many of my followers even know abt hsr but those who followed the tags, i hope u enjoy. mostly self indulgent btw, it’s very short and i wrote it on a whim at 2am.
ft. dan heng x f!reader
ever since you joined the express, you were able to see a side of dan heng nobody else was really able to crack. he was able to feel atleast somewhat vulnerable with you, and you both cherished your moments together when it came to trailblazing.
of course, you all sleep in separate rooms. but you both have shared with each other that sometimes you get nightmares. the type to where you can’t find yourself falling back asleep once you’ve been through the experience. usually when this happens for you, you tend to catch up on other things in the middle of the night.
but this particular night, you woke up in a cold sweat, a pang of fear hitting your stomach, and it continued to linger. trying to distract yourself was futile, so your body moved on it’s own. you slowly opened your door, walking a mere couple of steps as you found yourself slowly opening dan heng’s door, as knocking would have made too much noise.
he’s awake, to your surprise, casual clothing and in bed, reading a book with a tiny light source near him. however, his head strikes up as he hears his door open, but his tension is relieved when he sees it’s you. you’re rubbing your eyes as you close the door behind you, and you never really planned out what you were going to say to him, as you’ve never done this before.
“um.. ah..” you whisper out in the dimly lit room. “i can leave if you want but— just uh.. ‘had a nightmare and i don’t know why but i got up and here i was—” you let out a breath, exasperated just thinking about your nightmare from before. you look back at him and his eyes urge you to come closer and so you do.
you continue to walk until your sitting in front of him, and you explain properly what happened. he intently listens to you, secretly admiring you in the process though. his fingers slightly graze over yours, like a request, to which you invite him in, intertwining your fingers together as you unexpectedly wrap your arms around him, bringing him in for a hug.
at first, you don’t feel him reciprocate your action, to which you get scared. maybe you did step too far? you try and pull back quickly, but his arms instinctively wrap around your waist, keeping you in his lap as you breathe the same air.
“you can sleep here tonight, i don’t mind.” he whispers in your ear, not only rubbing small circles on your back, but also pressing a very delicate kiss against your cheek. you’re shocked to say the least, but maybe your sleepy mind is completely out of energy to even question why dan heng was acting like this. maybe he knew you wouldn’t ask.
it comes almost naturally to the two of you as he closes the light he was once using to read. he lies you both down, keeping his arms around you as your legs start to tangle together. you feel dizzy with love as you quickly drift off to sleep, feeling safe in his arms. however, dan heng stays awake a little longer, to look at you and quickly say a small “i love you.” before falling asleep beside you.
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e-dubbc11 · 1 month
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Idk if you’re taking requests for the Winter Sleepover still, but I’d LOVE a fic based on At All Costs (Demo Version) from Wish for Billy Russo x Reader PLEASE
Hello my lovely! Thank you for sending in an ask and being a part of my winter sleepover ❄️🥶 I really appreciate it. This is the final ask and I’m proud of myself that I finished them all.
So I haven’t watched the movie Wish yet but I did go and listen to the song and it is VERY Billy Russo. I had it on repeat for awhile and an idea finally popped into my brain so thank you again and I hope you like what I did here. ♥️♥️♥️
At All Costs
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Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: Mentions of violence, couple of swear words, and fluff
Word Count: 982
Summary: It makes you happy when Billy finally gets to sleep because he doesn’t sleep much…at all.
A/N: For the record, I get pissed when I can’t sleep at night and my husband is next to me snoring away BUT Billy doesn’t sleep so I wouldn’t be upset if he was asleep next to me and I wasn’t 🤣 I’ll link the song at the end
As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
Sleep.
It eluded him on most nights, but not tonight.
Tonight, the pillow softly cradled his head while his ebony colored hair covered the pillowcase like spilled ink and his eyelids moved rapidly back and forth. His handsome face was angled toward you and skilled hands rested on his stomach as you watched his chest rise and fall delicately.
You wanted more than anything to brush the stray hairs away from his face that had tumbled into his eyes but you couldn’t risk waking him. He hardly ever looked this peaceful.
But then again, he always slept soundly after a kill. It was the only time he didn’t have nightmares.
The dark blue blanket was the backdrop for a full moon with bright stars sprinkled behind it and the sky was so clear you could see almost every single crater. No wonder you couldn’t sleep. But it was alright…because Billy was asleep.
Your love deserved a night where nightmares didn’t wake him, where he wasn’t strangled by his own screams. The nights where his eyes snapped open, his forehead was covered in a cold sweat, that made him frantic and disoriented, those were the nights where your heart would break for him and you would do anything to try and help.
“Why?” You had asked silently.
Why couldn’t he just have a decent night’s sleep?
Billy said it was because he didn’t deserve it; he was consumed with self-loathing, not worthy of the things he has now and doesn’t deserve someone like you to make him…happy.
You always reassured him that he did, that the things he has done were for the protection of others. They were for his fellow marines, his country, his clients, and for you.
Tonight, he had walked through the door just as the first sip of tea coated your throat. It warmed you from the inside as it traveled from your mouth to your stomach. Your favorite soft warm blanket was draped over your legs while the book you were reading remained open in your lap as you set your tea down on the table.
Billy had mentioned he might not see you before you went to bed tonight but you were glad you had stayed up. He wasn’t hurt badly but extra effort was needed to wash the blood from his hands.
A crack in the curtains let a sliver of light from the moon shine against the headboard, faintly illuminating Billy’s face and you remembered the story he told you earlier while helping him clean up.
“He tried to run, hide somewhere where I wouldn’t find him but he left a trail of blood from the gunshot wound. He knew he was being hunted…by me.” Billy growled.
“And I knew he would eventually run out of places to hide, he would have to stop somewhere, weak from the blood loss. When he finally stopped running, I could have just put another bullet in him but with the knife, well, it’s intimate, you gotta get close to spill the rest of their blood. It hurts more, when you slowly split the skin open. They suffer.” He said softly with an evil smile as you put a butterfly closure above his eye.
His words chilled you to the bone like a swift frost moving across a field and his unfocused eyes shined like two pieces of black ice. Billy felt guilty for loving the hunt and the kill but you knew they were all bad men.
“How can you love me, knowing what I am and what I’ve done? Knowing that I like doing it and I like watching the light leave their eyes.” He asked through gritted teeth with his face in his hands.
Moving his hands away, you tilted his face toward you so his eyes were focused on yours. “No one is gonna miss members of the mob, baby.” You whispered against his forehead before gently pressing your lips against him.
“He had your picture and when he said ‘maybe you should concentrate on protecting her rather than politicians, Russo.’ I—I just snapped.” Said Billy.
He would kill for you. He HAD killed for you. When you finally get something you’ve always wanted, you do everything you can to make sure you don’t lose it.
You hold it close, covet it, and if someone tries to take it from you…you defend it, protect it, and keep it safe. You were that something for Billy Russo; the something that he had always wanted but never could attain.
Someone to love him.
“Oh Billy…I’m really worth all of that to you?” You had asked, as tears burned the back of your eyes.
Billy pinched your chin in between his forefinger and thumb and replied, “You are EVERYTHING to me, sweet girl…I love you.” And his lips collided with yours. He kissed you hard; it was all tongue and teeth, growling against your lips and possessively nipping at your jawline.
You were his and he was yours.
Billy’s kisses left you gasping for air and after the breath that was caught in your throat was released, you whispered, “I love you too, Billy.”
A veil of silence also arrives with the night and you were very afraid any sound would cut through the quiet of your bedroom and wake him. But Billy was still in a very deep slumber as his chest continued to calmly rise and fall.
No nightmares tonight but you would continue to be there for him when he had them, reassuring him that he was alright, that you loved him, and you would always protect him too. You promised to keep him safe…at all costs.
And love you as one does
I, I will protect you at all costs
Keep you safe here in my arms
I, I will protect you at all costs
At all costs
At all costs
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11thsdoctress · 1 year
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wrapped [10th Doctor x Reader]
Have this small thing I wrote since my brain can’t come up with anything as of the moment.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Ship: 10th Doctor x Reader
Word Count: 315 - just a drabble/ficlet
Summary: It’s chilly in the TARDIS, the Doctor just wanted to do something nice for you. 
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The Doctor was pacing back and forth, he had just been told that you were about to head off to bed, and knowing that the TARDIS temperature was dropping, he was now trying to come up with a solution to an inconvenience rather than a problem. He was practically walking in circles around the TARDIS, ending up in different rooms around the said blue box, but suddenly, he thought of an idea, “I’ve got it!” his face lights up and turns around, “Okay, I need to find the closet..” he mumbles to himself, as he speed walks to look for the said closet past your room.
You realized that the TARDIS was freezing tonight, you didn’t know why, you wanted to ask, but you were too busy trying to keep yourself warm in the said blue box, but as the minutes go by, your fingers and toes were already cold, and you were practically shivering.
Meanwhile, the Doctor was in the TARDIS’ seemingly endless closet, looking for something, tossing some clothes and accessories here and there, causing endless clanging and cluttering noises, while you were trying to head to bed.
Before giving up and planning to roll up in your blanket, and hope to fall asleep with that idea, suddenly, the Doctor called you from the endless closet in the TARDIS. You groaned as you practically dragged yourself to the endless closet of the TARDIS.
As  you entered, you only saw piles of clothes, scattered and piled up left and right, “Doctor?” You called out, looking for the man that was calling you earlier.
He suddenly popped out from one of the piles, “Oh hello! I found it!” He exclaims as he held out the thick looking, dark blue blanket, and places it around his shoulders before walking behind you and wrapping the both of you in the blanket roll.
You blushed a bit, as you were wrapped tight with the Doctor, it felt cozy, considering the two of you were wrapped like a burrito roll.
“Sorry about the TARDIS being so chilly this time.” He rests his chin on the top of your head, “I knew it’s bedtime for you, so I went to look for this.” He gestures to the blanket, “I hope you don’t mind this for a bit.”
“Not at all.” You sigh as you let him embrace you, wrapped in his arms and blanket. He rests his chin on top of your head, as you both stayed like that for a bit, as the TARDIS just drifts in space. ======== it’s been a while since i’ve written something, i’ve been trying to write about something, so requests are open, but yeah. idk what i’m doing is the tldr of this entirety.
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maochira · 7 months
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idk if you’ve done this already but bllk dads staying up with their kid because reader has insomnia :)
Writing this rn because I know I’m gonna pull an all-nighter tonight 🏃‍♀️ (going on an 8 hour car ride to Italy at 3am(around the time when this posts))
Characters: Ego, Noa, Lavinho
Requests open! - masterlist
Tags: gn!reader, reader is a teenager, reader has insomnia
Ego
-does this guy ever sleep in the first place? No (I know he does. He has the type of sleep schedule where he sleeps for 4 hours, gets up, sleeps for 2 hours again, gets up again and sleeps for 2 hours another time
-but anyways the point is, even without your insomnia he’d be awake most of the night
-Ego lets you stay in his office and rewatches recordings of Blue Lock matches with you. They’re either exciting and entertain you when you can’t fall asleep, or they’re so boring you fall asleep in your chair after one or two hours. No in-between
-surprisingly, your father has enough strength in his body to carry you to your room so you can safely sleep in your bed instead of on the uncomfortable desk chair
-if you still can’t fall asleep, you and Ego also spend a lot of time talking about anything that’s on your mind. Sometimes it’s thousands of thoughts running through your head that won’t let you fall asleep, so Ego let’s you talk about what’s on your mind
-it’s also very good bonding time for the both of you. It may not be under the most optimal circumstances but hey, at least you get to spend time with your father
Noa
-he may be tired and just wants to get to bed on most nights, but he always stays awake as long as he can with you. He knows you feel lonely late at night and that can cause bad thoughts to come up in your head when you can’t fall asleep. And to prevent that, your father stays awake with you
-most nights like this are spent sitting in the living room with a random movie on the TV while you and Noa just talk and talk until you get tired
-he always makes your favourite tea, hot choccy, warm milk, or whatever other (non-caffeinated) warm beverage you’re craving
-occasionally, Noa falls asleep on the couch and you always wonder if you should wake him up or let him continue sleeping. Usually you don’t wake him up because you know how tired your father is most of the time
-but sometimes, he wakes up by himself after like 10 minutes and he keeps apologizing. He feels guilty because he doesn’t like leaving you alone when he knows negative thoughts could flood your brain at any moment
-that’s why he also made you promise to immediately wake him up whenever that happens
Lavinho
-he doesn’t mind staying up longer at all. This guy could get 5 minutes of sleep and would be as energized as he always is
-when you can’t sleep, you and your dad play video games together!! Usually competitive ones like Mario Kart but sometimes ones for which you have work together like Stardew Valley
-it’s also the perfect chance to catch up and talk about stuff when you have busy weeks during which you barely see each other during daytime
-but because of your insomnia Lavinho does forbid you to drink anything that has caffeine in it. Cola, energy drinks and coffee are completely banned from the house. Yes, he doesn’t drink it anymore either because if you can’t, he won’t either
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throneofsapphics · 5 months
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I think I might die because why hasn’t anyone ever written Manon giving her gf back scratches until she falls asleep in her arms 😫😫
I would 100% get Manon to give me back scratches cuz they low key help me sleep and she has sharp nails that could kill me so it’s perfect
Anyways mother please make my wish come true and write me smth like this 😫
a little help
Summary: Manon helps you fall asleep
Warnings: none 
A/N: your wish is my command <3 thank you for the request! Honestly if Manon killed me in my sleep I wouldn’t be too mad about it maybe it’s because she would’ve been in the bed with me idk
“You’re keeping me awake.” Manon snarled from her half of the bed as you flipped your pillow again. She wasn’t in the mood for cuddles tonight. It was always the flip of the coin with her for those. On the nights she was, you fell asleep quickly. 
“I can’t sleep.” You grumbled, tossing over in your bed, tugging the sheets up around your head. You’d flipped the pillow at least three times, and still - nothing seemed right. How was it warm on both sides? The sheets were too awkward, the air a tad too chilly. Complaining out loud was out of the question, you didn’t need to give Manon more ammunition to tease you. Several times, you’d debated if bullying was her love language. 
You heard an exasperated sigh, and peeked pulled the sheet down enough to see. Sure enough, Manon held one arm out, fingers curling inward. You fought down the excited squeal and rolled your body towards her, doing your best not to get yourself tangled. A content sigh left you as you threw an arm over her toned stomach, placing a kiss on her chest before you laid your head down. 
A low huff left her, and she wrapped her arm tightly around you. 
You tried, really tried to match her breaths, to focus on your heartbeat, to count sheep, but nothing was working, and it was starting to piss you off now. 
“Go to sleep.” Manon hissed, after ten minutes of you fidgeting, despite your best efforts. 
“What do you think I’m trying to do?” You snipped at her. 
She didn’t answer, but you heard the Iron nails pop out. Your entire body tensed, would she kill you over this?
“If I wanted you dead, you already would be.” She deadpanned. 
“Did you just make a joke?” Her nails scratched lightly up your back, stopping just around your neck. Right, she could kill you if she wanted to. “Best joke ever.” You mumbled, keeping your body still. 
Manon snorted, and started the soothing motions. Her touch was perfect. Light, and just enough to scratch, not leaving any marks or injuries. 
You felt your body relax, muscles unclenching one by one, your breaths evening out, eyes growing heavy. 
“About fucking time,” you could’ve sworn she murmured - affectionately. Practically sweet nothings coming from her. 
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joekeeryswife · 2 years
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Just a best friend - E.M
i’m having a bad day so enjoy some angst 😍. idk if i’m gonna do a part two but i probably will because this was one of the most awful imagines i’ve ever made and it has a lot of mistakes but enjoy i guess <3
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Eddie Munson was your best friend. he’d been your best friend since you were 7 years old, he was 9 and nothing had ever separated the two of you. not when he became the freak, not when you got into high school and people called him a devil worshipper, none of it bothered you because you knew the real Eddie. now, you were quite popular in the school and you’d always wondered why, maybe it was because you were a cheerleader who was actually nice to people but you hung out with Eddie sometimes but people still treated you nicely.
you had developed a crush on Eddie when you were 14 and the feelings had only progressed from the moment you realised. the only people who knew were Chrissy, your cheerleading friend and Robin. Robin had also been your friend for a while (since you were both 13) and she had kept the secret from Eddie the minute she found out, you also worked with Robin at family video which was always a bonus. both Robin and Chrissy encouraged you to tell Eddie your feelings but you never did. you didn’t want to ruin what you already had with him and you knew telling him your feelings would ruin that.
it was a Friday afternoon and you were at your locker collecting your English book, which was thankfully the last lesson of the day, with Robin by your side pestering you about Eddie. “c’mon y/n, you have to tell him some day, it’ll just make you feel worse keeping them in for any longer” she said in a pleading tone. she begged you practically every day to tell Eddie your feelings for him because she would say she was ‘99.9% sure he also felt the same way’. “Rob come on now, you know i can’t do that” you replied, closing your locker after getting the book.
“look i’ll make you a deal. i’ll tell Vickie how i feel once you’ve told Eddie how you feel. i know you want me to get it out as well so i’m willing to risk everything for you to tell him and you definitely shouldn’t be scared because i know he likes you back dingus” she said, as you both walked to English. it was true, Vickie and Robin were so cute together and you wanted them to be together so badly. you sighed loudly and stopped walking to look at her. “god- fine i will. i’m going to his tonight so i’ll tell him then but you better do it Robin. i’m not joking” you said nervously as you heard a loud squeal come from her.
she wrapped her arms around you and jumped around in excitement. “thank you thank you. now dingus i know you’re scared but please don’t be. i’m 99.9% sure he feels the same way” she said those words again. “yeah yeah whatever” you said jokingly as you both walked down the hallway which was still filled with students. you both spoke about how you were working tomorrow and how she was definitely going to find out about how it went tomorrow.
after English was done and school was finished for the weekend. you walked to the car park and saw Eddie waiting at his van, cigarette in his mouth as he waited for you to come out. every Friday without fail you and Eddie would either go to your house or his trailer for a movie night and tonight was definitely the perfect time to tell him your feelings. Eddie’s posture changed once he saw you walking towards him. “hi love, how was English?” he said, pulling you into a tight hug. “hi Eds, it was okay, Mrs Lane just has such a monotone voice i always almost fall asleep. she needs to liven up a bit” you joked making Eddie laugh out loud.
“she does have a boring voice. but come on, i have the exorcist at home” he said, pulling away from the hug and opening the door for you to get in. you said a small ‘thank you’ before he closed the van door carefully. you and Eddie talked about school as he drove to the trailer park, your nerves building up as you got closer and closer to his trailer until finally you stopped outside. “ahh home sweet home” he said as you both got out the van and walked towards the trailer. it was October time and it was starting to get darker earlier. it was already getting dark when you were leaving school, now it was practically pitch black, making you even more nervous to watch this terrifying horror film.
Eddie walked in first and headed straight for the kitchen to grab any snacks he had and you walked to the living room. you were thinking of the perfect time to spill your secret but no time came up. “make yourself at home princess. you want a blanket?” he asked as he watched you sit down on the sofa. “sure, i can get it-” you said before Eddie interrupted you. “nope, i’ll get it just put the tape in please?” he said, walking to his bedroom to get a blanket. you nodded your head and put the tape in the VHS player and waited for Eddie to come back.
he came and sat next to you, blanket and snacks in hand which he chucked all over you. “god Eds be careful” you joked as he pulled you into his arms making you tense slightly. you prayed Eddie wouldn’t notice and you assumed he didn’t because he didn’t say anything, he just kept his arm around your shoulders as he watched the tv screen.
you eyes were on the screen but your mind wasn’t watching the movie, it was focusing on the arm around your shoulders and how you were gonna tell Eddie how you felt. Eddie must have realised you were in your thoughts because he pulled you out of them by speaking to you.
“you okay princess? you’re acting strange” he said, his hand stroking your arm gently sending shivers through your body. you coughed before turning to him. this was it. this was finally the time you were going to tell the boy you’ve loved for so many years your feelings. “i just- i have to tell you something Eds” you said, sitting up from the sofa and grabbing his hands, your palms were sweaty and your nerves were building up more and more.
“what’s up? you’re scaring me” Eddie said as he paused the tape, turning his full attention to you. you took a deep breath before looking directly into his eyes. “im
in love with you Eddie.” you said, relief filling your body as you finally let your feelings be out in the open. “i- what?” Eddie said, eyes wide in shock as he heard you say this. “i love you. this isn’t a joke and i’ve been feeling like this for a while. i’ve been wanting to tell you for ages but i just didn’t know how” you replied, eyes still looking into his. although there was relief in your body, there was still the lingering nerves as you awaited his response.
“y/n sweetheart, you know i love you” he said, his hand squeezing yours tightly. excitement filled your body as he finished that sentence but you didn’t let it be known to him you were excited. “but i’m not in love with you like that. you’re my best friend and i’m so sorry that you feel that way bur i don’t feel the same way you do sweetheart” he carried on, the excitement from your body leaving immediately. embarrassment and shame now filled you. how could you be so stupid? of course he didn’t love you like that. “oh” you whispered as you let your head fall to look at your lap, tears filling your eyes, blurring your vision.
you let go of his hand and stood up, hoping he couldn’t see the tears now spilling from your eyes. “i- i need to go, my mums probably worried” you said, voice cracking slightly as you gathered your things quickly, wanting to leave the trailer right then and there. Eddie followed you around as you slipped on your shoes and walked out the trailer door as fast as you could. “no wait. y/n, sweetheart you have to understand-” “no i get it, i’ll see you around Eddie” you said, slipping your bag over your shoulder as you walked up the pathway.
“at least let me drive you home y/n. you can’t walk home in the dark, i’d hate myself if something happened to you” he shouted after you, guilt filling his body. “i’m good thanks” you shouted back, he knew you were crying, he could hear the tears in your voice as your figure got smaller and smaller as you walked further away from him. you kept your sobs quiet as you walked home but you didn’t stop the tears falling. you had never been so embarrassed in all your life and he was the last person you’d thought you’d be embarrassed in front of. it was safe to say you definitely not going back to his for movie night any time soon.
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rachalixie · 2 years
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sorry, i cant read lmao
but could you pls write a short fic about late night calls with the boys on tour? it fogs my mind just tooth-rotting fluff about tired, sweet boys who want to talk to reader, even as exhausted as they are :((
hi bff. idk why this took me so long - i tried to write it so many times but no inspiration came to me. here’s a small drabble of late night felix i hope it satisfies at least a little bit! i’m working on an ot8 pillow talk series that might scratch the itch though, so keep an eye out for that ;)
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“hi,” his deep voice drawled out as soon as you accepted the call.
“hi,” you echo back, whispering even though you were the only one home and there was no one to accidentally wake up. “it’s late.”
“yeah…” his voice trailed off, and you’re left in silence for a few seconds with the sound of his soft breaths making their way to your ears.
“baby?”
“i just wanted to hear your voice before i went to sleep.” his accent is thick with exhaustion, voice a little raspy from overuse. “i miss you.” he says after a beat of silence.
“i just wanted to hear your voice before i went to sleep.” his accent is thick with exhaustion, voice a little raspy from overuse. “i miss you.” he says after a beat of silence.
“i miss you too,” you sigh. “come back home soon?” you say, knowing full well that felix would not be coming home soon and when he did, it was only going to be for a few days. but it helped you to pretend, sometimes.
“as soon as i can. i hate being away from you.” you can hear the pout on his face, and you almost wished he had hit facetime instead of a call so you could see him and his freckles and his shining eyes.
“how was your show tonight?” you ask, trying not to focus on how much he wasn’t beside you right now.
“oh it was amazing,” the light returns to his voice a little, even though he’s tired he can’t ever talk about performing without excitement. “getting to look them in the eyes after so long? it’s so special.”
“just as long as looking at me is more special.” you playfully pout, knowing he can hear it in your voice.
“of course not,” he scoffs. you can hear him rustling around through the phone. “you’re the most special.”
“you’re the most special.”
“that was gross.”
“let’s never do it again.”
“…”
“are you in bed?”
“yeah. why?”
“stay on the phone until i fall asleep? please?”
“always.”
i know some of you horny fuckers thought the ending was going somewhere else
soft hours
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vodika-vibes · 4 months
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Alpha 17 😍😍😍 do you know the thing? trope? idk what it’s called but when one person says shut up and the other says make me and then they kiss? I feel like that would be perfect for alpha, it feels like a situation like that would definitely happen when he’s arguing with the reader because they are always arguing but also have a massive crush on each other….
Firecracker
Summary: You're having a hard time sleeping, and decide to go to the gym to blow off some steam. Unfortunately Alpha sees you and decides to make himself a problem.
Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader
Word Count: 1215
Warnings: Possessive Alpha. Mentions of sex work. Alpha's kind of a jerk.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
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You’re fairly sure that Alpha-17 hates you. Actually, you’re fairly sure that Alpha-17 hates everyone who isn’t himself, and that he saves the extra vitriol for you.
Of course, he’s very careful to make sure that he’s not fighting with you in front of other people. And you’re just as careful.
You think he’s an absolute ass, but you don’t want him decommissioned because of the way he talks to you. You don’t want any of them decommissioned, but you’re one person and you can’t save anyone. It’s enough to be disheartening. 
And that’s why you’re here, in one of the private gyms, at 2 in the morning. Everyone else is asleep, at least for a while longer, which means you have the gym to yourself. Which is exactly what you wanted.
You’re not a fighter. Never have been, probably never will be, but you were a dancer before you had to put your hobby aside in favor of more adult things. Your ambitions of being a ballet dancer were never more than a pipe dream, but even now, dancing is a good way for you to burn off some nervous energy.
And since no one’s awake, it means that you won’t have an audience.
Not that you mind an audience, normally. But the very idea of Alpha-17 seeing you dance makes you want to die a little inside. You can already hear his scornful voice insulting your movements.
And hearing him insulting something you’re so passionate about would probably kill you. You literally chose the worst person in the galaxy to have a crush on.
Anyway, you just don’t want to deal with that.
No, it’s better that no one finds out about this.
So you start your music, and move through your warm up, and then you start moving.
Several songs pass with little trouble, your body easily remembering the movements that your mind hasn’t remembered so clearly.
And it’s after the third song ends, and you decide to take a break for some water, when you realize that you have an audience. An audience in the form of the one one man who you definitely didn’t want to see you dancing.
Alpha-17 is leaning against the wall, his dark eyes locked on you. He’s dressed down, only in his blacks, and looks annoyingly attractive, compared to you who’s sweaty and your hair is falling into your face.
You bristle, waiting for a caustic comment about your hobby or your appearance or whatever aspect of you he’s decided offended him tonight, but he doesn’t say anything for a long time. And it takes you a moment to realize that he’s undressing you with his eyes.
And so you fold your arms over your chest, and glower at him, “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” You snip.
His gaze focuses on your face and Alpha finally pushes off of the wall and crosses the room to stand in front of you, just a bit too close to be proper. There’s a small smirk on his heavily scarred face, “Shouldn’t you?”
You sniff, “I don’t have a curfew.”
He arches a single brow, “Do I look like a cadet to you, copikla?” The familiar mando’a word falling from his lips like the insult it’s intended to be. Though you only know that because you once asked Kal what it meant and he winced.
“Why are you awake?” You demand.
“I saw you heading this way and wanted to see what you were doing.” Alpha admits shamelessly, his eyes glitter with an emotion that you can’t name, “Didn’t know you could dance?”
You falter, “You were here from the beginning?”
A sharp grin lifts his lips, “I was.”
“And you didn’t say anything?!”
“You would have stopped.” He says, “And I wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice me.”
You scowl at him, “Well, I noticed you, so you can leave now.”
“Mm…no.”
“What!”
“I’m not done watching you yet.” Alpha replies lazily.
“Do I look like I’m putting on shows?” You demand.
And Alpha’s gaze slowly drags down your body, and then back up, “Would you prefer it if I went and found some credits to toss at your feet while you dance for me?”
Your jaw drops and your arms fall to your side, “I am not an exotic dancer!” You sputter, “I learned classical ballet! I could never do what they do-” You pause, “Wait, that’s not the point!”
Alpha’s grin grows, “You know, according to your employment record, that’s not true. I was snooping, and I saw that you worked as an ‘exotic dancer’ when you were in college. Did you forget?”
Your face burns, “There’s nothing shameful about being a sex worker, Alpha!” You snap.
“And yet you’re ashamed.”
“People are assholes, and I’m not unused to people treating me poorly because I was a dancer.” You snap, and then you jab your finger at him, “You can’t tell anyone!”
“The Longnecks don’t care, and the only reason I know what kind of dancer you were is because I dug deep,” Alpha replies, and it’s almost comforting, until he smirks, “If you like, I could go and install a pole in your quarters and you can start giving shows-”
“Will you shut up!” You snap at him.
His gaze locks with yours, “Make me.”
You glare at him, “Fine! I will.” You stalk over to him, and grab him by the collar, and pull him down to crash your lips against his. And maybe that’s what he wanted, because he definitely didn’t fight you on any of that.
But that doesn’t matter, because he’s tangling his hand in your hair, and his arm is tight around your waist, and he’s kissing you just as enthusiastically as you’re kissing him. 
And then your back is against the wall, and he’s lifting you and encouraging you to hook your legs around his waist. He pulls away from you, but only so he’s able to move his lips to your throat, where he scrapes his teeth against the tender skin located there.
“So kriffing pretty,” Alpha groans against your skin, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” You slide your hands into his hair, and he groans again, “Walking around like you do, with these legs-”
He roughly drags his hand down your leg, “Force, these legs are made to be wrapped around me.” He moves his lips to your shoulder and bites down harshly enough that a startled noise falls from you, “Can’t stand to see you flirting with everyone but me.”
“Don’t flirt with anyone,” You grumble as you lightly tug on his hair.
“You flirt with everyone except me.” He growls, “And you need to stop.” He bites down again, “I don’t share, cyar’ika, and you are mine.”
You whimper, “Only if that goes both ways.”
Alpha smirks against your neck, “Deal.” He trails his tongue over the red marks on your neck, “Now, grab your shit. We’re going back to your room.”
“Are we?”
“I want to see you dance,” He growls, “But not here, not where anyone can walk in and see you.”
“Possessive.” You grumble as you set your feet back on the ground.
He scoffs, “Damn straight, I am.”
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harlowsbby · 1 year
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idk if your taking requests but jack fic idea
he forgets your birthday - i want angst & arguments vibes you know like he made a promise to take the day off and he doesn’t and you don’t wanna make a big deal about it but it hurts
In the city
( I switched it up a bit anon I hope you don’t mind, thank you @mortirolo and @heavyhitterheaux and @softtcurse for the help 💗 )
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“You promised me you’d be there Jack, you promised, you promised, you promised but you lied once again!! All you do is lie Jack.”
“I’m sorry I have a job Y/N! I’m sorry I do all of this shit to keep a roof over your head, this is my career I have people, important people and millions of fans that I can’t let down.”
“What about me Jack, all you do is worry about you and your career what me?! Tomorrow is my birthday and you can’t take the day off?!”
Jack sighed and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration he understood your anger towards him but at the same time he needed you to understand his life, you knew what you were signing up for before even dating Jack so he didn’t understand why you were acting like any of this was brand new.
He had to come up with some type of idea to get you to drop this silly argument he was exhausted and wanted to sleep.
“Look baby I’ll take the day off tomorrow I’ll call Neelam in the morning and let her know I can’t make it, I don’t want to argue with you baby not tonight please.”
“You’ll really do that for me?” You smiled softly when Jack smiled and nodded.
“Let’s go to bed baby yeah?” You crawled into bed while Jack turned off all the lights downstairs once he made his way upstairs he changed into a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt before getting into bed next to you.
The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was Jack rubbing small circles on your back and cooing in your ear.
You following morning you woke up shivering and groaned, patting the side next to you where Jack usually slept you frowned not feeling him next to you.
“Maybe he to get me something for my birthday.” You told yourself before unplugging your phone on the nightstand, you spent a good few minutes thanking everyone who told you happy birthday.
It didn’t feel the same not waking up to Jack on your birthday and having him not telling you happy birthday right away felt off.
Jack 💗
- good morning babe I just woke up, where are you at?
You sent the message and sighed there was no use of sitting around and sulking on your birthday, your friends Arianna and Drea were taking you out for lunch. Later on all three of you would be getting ready at your house before heading over to your birthday dinner that you hoped Jack would be at.
You quickly got dressed before heading outside where Arianna and Rykky were waiting for you.
“The birthday girl! How’s your day going so far?”
You wanted to tell them about Jack and yours argument last night and how he wasn’t there when you woke up this morning but there was no point in being negative especially on your birthday.
“It’s going good so far, I’m so hungry I can’t wait to eat.”
Halfway through the car ride you got a message from Jack, you quickly opened up the message.
Jack 💗
- Sorry baby I was in a meeting but I’m about to come I promise.
You frowned you didn’t even bother to reply you weren’t about to let him ruin your day.
Once the three of you arrived to the restaurant you took your seats and started talking about anything and everything you tried your best to stay focus but your mind kept wondering off to Jack.
“Are you sure you’re okay Y/N? You haven’t even touched your drink and you love some mimosas.” Drea frowned and tried scooting the drink closer to you to try and tempt you but it wasn’t working.
You weren’t going to tell them about Jack but you couldn’t hold in your emotions anymore.
“It’s just Jack last night we got into a fight about him working today and I wake up and he isn’t there I sent him a message asking where he was and he’s at some meeting, I just feel like he’s taking me and this relationship a joke.” You cried out Drew and Arianna coo’d at you.
“I’m sorry baby but I know he’ll definitely be at your birthday dinner right? He wouldn’t be dumb enough to miss that.” Arianna reassured you but you weren’t so sure.
“He hasn’t even told me happy birthday yet I’ll honestly be surprised if he shows up.”
“Well I hate to be the bear of bad news but he’s actually not in a meeting..” Drea told you both.
“Where is he?”
“You might wanna look for yourself.”
The minute you took Drea’s phone you wish you hadn’t, there was Jack on Neelam’s story at some other restaurant celebrating Jayda’s birthday, looking closely you noticed a gift that was next to her that said from Jack to Jayda , you clicked over to the next story and seen Jack had gifted her a cuban link.
“Jack you bought me a cuban link?! Oh my gosh thank you I love you so much!” Jayda’s voice came from the phone, you watched with envy as she jumped up and down while having her arms wrapped around Jack’s neck.
“So he can go and celebrate her birthday with her but not celebrate my birthday, his own girlfriend.” Your voice barley above a whisper you felt like breaking down and crying but what justice would that bring you.
“He’s an asshole and why would he go and celebrate her birthday last time I checked she had a man no? Jack’s with you not her and I can see all of the blogs now.” Drea hated Jayda she always felt that Jayda had this secret motive to take Jack from you.
“Well let’s not jump to conclusions or say and do things we might regret, I’m sure he’ll have an even better and bigger gift for you Y/N.” Arianna gave you hand a light squeeze before paying the bill.
Maybe Arianna was right you didn’t want to jump to conclusions and assume the worse but what were you supposed to do or feel when your boyfriend gifted some girl one of the most expensive gifts known to man.
You arrived back to your house and started getting ready for your birthday dinner, Arianna and Drea tried many times to cheer you up and take your mind off of Jack but it wasn’t working. You’ve been sending him several messages ever since you saw that he was with Jayda and everytime it would say he read the message but he never replied.
Just as you were about to text him again your phone was snatched out of your hands.
“Arianna give me my phone back please. I need to text Jack.”
“Again? You’ve been texting him all day don’t think I haven’t noticed you aren’t texting him. You’re not getting your phone back till your birthday is over.”
“What? You can’t do that.”
“Yes I can and I will. It’s your birthday and if Jack wants to be hangout with some botched barbie of hollywood then let him but today is your special day and you won’t be sitting around and crying about him anymore, now get up so I can do your hair.”
“And you’ll be taking shots you haven’t taken not one shot today and that isn’t the type of birthday behavior we want!” Drea’s voice came from downstairs you shook your head and laughed at the two of them, you were beyond grateful to have two amazing friends like them in your life.
After Arianna finished your hair you quickly put on your birthday outfit and took a few shots with Drea, just enough shots to make you a little tipsy.
“Are you ready to have the best night of your life?” Drea asked and linked both of your arms together as the two of you walked towards the club.
“I’m definitely ready, I want to get fucked up tonight.”
“Trust me you’ll regret ever telling me that.” Drea smirked and you gulped maybe you were going to regret that decision.
Once inside you were immediately pulled over to the bar by Drea, she had you taking shots and drinks back to back like it was nothing.
“How are you feeling!” She yelled and you giggled not really finding what was funny but all you knew was the alcohol was taking over, your legs began to tingle something that always happened when you drank alcohol.
“I’m feeling wonderful!! How are you feeling?” You giggled and fell forward a bit but luckily she caught you.
“I’m feeling wonderful too!”
“Why are we yelling?” Someone said from behind the two of you, looking behind you it was Druski and Urban.
“Druski! Urban! I missed you two so much, what are you guys doing here?” You pulled them both in for a hug which they happily accepted and returned back.
“Why wouldn’t we be here? It’s your birthday after all.” Urban added on.
“Well I just thought the two of you would’ve forgotten because clearly Jack did.” Urban and Druski frowned they were mad when they found out Jack was out celebrating Jayda’s birthday and not yours but according to Jack your birthday can wait.
“Well don’t worry about him I’m sure he’ll show up later maybe or at least we hope he does.” Druski said and Urban nodded his head in agreement.
“Well for now let’s just enjoy the night? I heard Arianna’s fine ass is here point me into the direction where shawty is.” You rolled your eyes but pointed towards the table where Arianna sat.
“Let’s make this night one of the books Y/L.” Urban took your hand and took you to the dance floor, Urban wasn’t the best at dancing but he tried his best to dance with you throughout the dance. Urban and Druski kept true to their words and made sure you had the best night of your life.
Jack didn’t flood your mind once, you laughed watching how Druski tried to flirt with Arianna who kept making gross and gagging noises whenever he did, Urban was flirting up a storm with a few of your friends you’ve known since diapers. The only thing that would’ve made tonight better if Jack was here thinking about Jack honestly made you sober up.
Once the party was over Urban and Druski offered to take you back home, after they dropped off Arianna and Drea it was now your turn.
Checking your phone you frowned seeing Jack still hasn’t answered back any of your texts from earlier but it was clear he read every single one.
“You still haven’t heard from Jack?” Urban asked you from the passenger seat.
“No I haven’t yet.” You replied back and looked out the window. Druski and Urban gave each other knowing looks.
When you arrived back to your shared apartment with Jack you thanked Urban and Druski.
“Do you want us to come up? You know make sure you’re all tucked in and what not.” Urban asked, smiling warmly at him you nodded.
“I’d love that Urban.”
Urban and Druski walked you upstairs towards your apartment you wen to unlock the door but furrowed your eyebrows noticing the door was already unlocked.
“Did you not lock it earlier?”
“I locked it earlier I’m not sure why it’s opened.” You opened the door and looked round the living room confused why was there clothes spread throughout the entire living room.
“Damn Drea and Arianna sure don’t know how to clean up after themselves or what. That shit is a turn off.” Druski said which made Urban smack his chest.
“This isn’t Drea’s or Arianna’s bra, this shit is way too cheap looking.” You told them and that’s when you started making your way up the stairs.
“Maybe we should go back downstairs Y/N and wait for Jack.” Urban tried to reassure you but you weren’t trying to hear any of it. If you felt in your heart what you were about to witness was true you weren’t sure what you were going to do.
Upon opening the door you so badly wished what you saw in front of you was just a terrible nightmare. You stared in amazement as Jack’s lips attached to Jayda’s body, you watched how his hand traveled upward and cupped her face as he depended the kiss.
“Hey Jack..Jayda.” He pulled away from her lips and looked at you with his eyes wide.
“It isn’t what it looks like baby.”
“It isn’t what it looks like? It looks crystal clear to me Jack you’re a cheater and to make matters worse you cheated on me on my own birthday, you never even told me happy birthday.” You told him your voice barley above a whisper.
“Please Y/N let’s talk this out baby, I’ve just been so stressed and overwhelmed.” You cut him off and shook your head at him.
“I just hope you’re happy with your decision, happy birthday to me huh?”
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