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hyufucks · 2 years

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HOW MANY SECRETS CAN U KEEP?

pairing ➳ choi yeonjun + fem!reader

c. warning(s) — university!au, public sex, degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex, dirty talk, age gap.

w. count — 6,024

✦ minors do not interact.

there are a couple of secrets that, of course, only you know.

first secret: at the age of fourteen, you smoked weed for the first time on the wall that was left in the schoolyard together with other guys. yes, you were too young to try that, but everyone in your class and in your school itself had already tried weed.

second secret: you ran away when you were sixteen to go to a party that was far from your house. Honestly, you didn't have a great time.

third secret: you stole and modified an exam because you had forgotten to do an exercise.

and finally, the fourth secret: you are in a kind of sexual relationship with the captain of the university basketball team, choi yeonjun.

why do you have a secret relationship with him? you see, a few months ago you and him had agreed to keep whatever you have a secret for both of your sakes, since girls would be shocked and lash out if they found out that the most handsome guy in university is having a relationship with someone, and your teachers would really care about your grades and reputation, possibly blaming your relationship if you do poorly on a test.

most of the sexual encounters take place on the campus, the toilets, the small garden in the back, the parking, etc.

of course the current situation in the teacher's room is not far behind.

your legs are wrapped around yeonjun's waist as he hits you deep in all the right places, squeezing and digging his nails into the skin of your shaped thighs.

his head is thrown back, sighing and breathing loudly just for you. his dark hair is messy and slightly wet, leaving a few strands of hair clinging to the skin on his forehead.

you try to keep quiet so as not to be catch, but he is fucking you so good that it is impossible to keep your mouth shut against the stimuli that you love to receive only from him.

you grip his jacket tightly with one hand and with the other you scratch his neck, leaving visible scratch marks that will soon turn dark red.

“y-yeonjun…” his hand quickly covers your mouth, squeezing it tightly to keep you quiet.

"shhh, don't be so loud" he begins to speak in a low tone, looking into your eyes "you don't want us to be catch out and everyone finds out what a slut the model student is, do you?" he asks amused. you nod quickly as you begin to feel tears welling up in your eyes, wetting the older's hand.

the truth is that yeonjun is a year older than you. you were in first year when you first saw him, and now you are in your second year while he's in his third year.

he was a dream, or rather, he is a dream for you and every other student at the university. you really never thought that you would have the opportunity to have secret sex with the perfect choi yeonjun, much less that he would only notice you among so many pretty girls.

"you look so beautiful today…did you really wear this pretty skirt for me, mmh?" "did you want me to see you walk down the aisles looking so cute to fuck you so hard at this table?" his lips come up to your ear, lightly biting your cheekbone "or did you want me to kneel down to eat your pretty and sweet pussy?"

"i bet you want to cum in my mouth and squeeze my hair like you always do" he licks your neck slowly, smiling as a soft moan stifles his hand "i'm really dying to eat you, but you're going to be as loud as you are right now. .."

his words have an huge effect on you, causing your velvety walls to tighten in length. a satisfied growl slips from his lips before biting and sucking on your neck, leaving marks.

your saliva begins to fill his palm, making your mouth water and your eyes roll at the brief memory of yeonjun desperately eating you in the toilets. but the reality is that no matter how good he is with his tongue, his cock is a thousand times better and you prefer it much more than anything else.

without you realizing it, your interior begins to heat up and form a whirlpool of almost satisfaction. your juices slowly begin to leak from your battered hole, making you moan at the feel of the cold threads slipping through your folds.

your thighs press much closer to yeonjun's waist, desperately moving to pleasure yourself and reach the orgasm you long for.

he can knows that, so he quickly deepens his thrusts before thrusting hard into you, causing the table beneath you to jerk.

"what a desperate whore. who would have imagined that the role model of this institution would be a little slut hungry for cock" his words come out broken as he still feels that you suck him at the way he fucks you crudely "even i'm surprised that you squeeze me incredibly good" he holds your inner thigh with his free hand, feeling it get drenched by your juices "i'm going to fuck you so many times until you pass out"

and that is literally enough for you to cum hard on his cock, lifting your chest, making your hard covered nipples crash against his chest.

you see stars collide in your brain, dizzy from possibly one of the best orgasms the dark-haired man has ever given you.

you hug him from his neck to pull him towards you once he releases your mouth, placing your lips on his ear.

"please, cum inside of me" you beg tenderly knowing that he loves that you beg him that way "fill me with your cum and fuck me so much that i can't resist it anymore".

his hands go to your lower back to hold you as he continues to fuck you to his own release, biting your shoulder to hold back the moans.

after a few more thrusts, yeonjun finally cums inside you hard, still squeezing your back, filling you with his thick liquid.

your eyes begin to close as he gently holds you against the cold table, placing kisses on your jaw and neck as he grabs you around the waist again, resting one of your legs on his shoulder.

you look at him more awake than ever and with curious eyes. he smiles at you without showing his teeth and he thrusts his cock into you for the second time that day, making you grab the edges of the table.

"what's wrong, mmh? did you forget that i'm going to keep fucking you as many times as i want?"

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skvlly-idk · 11 months

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Jason Carver X Named Reader!

A/N: before i start this, any hate will be deleted. I don't care if you dislike the character. go read a different one. Jason is 18 in this

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Please don’t translate, no permission to repost any of my writing anywhere, and do not copy and claim it as your own.

Warnings: smut, drugs (marijuana), smoking, drinking

Pairings: Msub!Jason x F!Reader

18+! If you continue reading, you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.

"Hey," Jason smiled at me as I walked in his room.

"Hi," I smiled back awkwardly. "Your mom let me in."

"I see." He laughed a little, sitting at his computer.

"So, I heard Derek was having a party. Wanna go?" I asked, crossing my arm over the other slightly as I rocked back and forth a bit.

"Yeah, what time?" He looked at me.

"Uh, 10:30 I believe."

He nodded, standing up to get ready since it was almost 10 anyways.

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We arrived at the party a little late just so we wouldn't be the first ones there.

Jason grabbed my hand gently before he led us through the crowd, trying to find Patrick.

Someone screamed right in my ear and suddenly I didn't want to be here anymore. Everyone was so loud.

"Patrick!" Jason yelled, finally noticing him and the others chugging drinks.

"Yo, Jason." Chance laughed before looking at me, his smile fading slightly. "And Melanie."

I smiled awkwardly, raising my eyebrows. "Hi."

The boys joked around and talked for awhile, I stood aside and listened, twiddling my thumbs slightly.

"Hey, i'm gonna go get something to eat. I'll be back." I said to Jason. He nodded in response.

As I walked over there I stumbled into Steve.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"You're alright," He replied, walking past quickly.

My eyebrows furrowed before I continued to the food table. Once I got over there I immediately smiled, grabbing a cookie.

"Jesus they have everything." I mumbled, grabbing a little plate and putting a few snacks on there like more cookies, chocolate, etc. I placed my original cookie on the plate as well.

"I shouldn't be eating like this." I mumbled again, laughing a little before I took a bite of the cookie.

Once I finished my plate, I threw it all away before grabbing a water bottle and chugging it.

I still wanted to leave but I guess the snacks were good. They had other food as well but I didn't want anything else.

As I finished off my water bottle I felt Jason come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist.

"You okay?" He asked, leaning his head over my shoulder.

"Mhm," I smiled a little.

"You wanna hit this?" He asked, passing me a blunt.

I took it from him, "thanks." He smiled before picking me up by my waist, I laughed a little as he carried me over to the couch they were all on. He placed me down by the couch before we sat together.

I took a drag of the blunt a few times before passing it to Andy.

"I didn't know you smoked, Mel?" Patrick said.

"I do sometimes." I replied.

He nodded before turning to Chance and laughing over a joke. There were about 15 to 17 people over by the couches all smoking and laughing together.

I pressed my back against the couch before grabbing Jason's arm and laying against him.

His head laid on mine for a second before he lifted it back up.

I looked over at Chance to see some girl all over him. He laughed a bit before standing up with her. "I'll see y'all later." He chuckled, walking away with the girl.

A small laugh came from me before I sat up a little, letting go of Jason's arm.

"Pfft, I wish I was Chance right now." Patrick laughed loudly.

"Me too." Andy chuckled.

I bit my lip slightly, Jason probably thinks the same thing just doesn't want to say it.

My thoughts were stopped when I heard my name being called.

"What?" I asked turning to Jason. "Sorry.

"I asked if you were okay? You're being a little quiet."

"Yeah i'm alright. Just a little tired." I smiled.

He nodded and smiled softly before taking a hit from the bong.

As he was hitting it, I caught myself looking at him. My eyes trailing his body. He passed the bong over to some other guy.

My body leaned against him slightly. "We should go do something. If you catch my drift." I whispered in his ear, smiling a little.

His eyebrows rose for a second before standing up and smiling.

"We'll be right back." Jason told everyone, grabbing my hand and walking through the crowd with me. I heard the group laughing about it.

"Right here." He said, opening a door and pulling me into the room.

"Who's room is this?" I asked.

"A guest room. I've been here a few times."

I nodded as I watched him pull off his jacket. He walked over to me and pulled me into a kiss, his left hand meeting the side of my face.

I melted into the kiss before he walked us over to the bed, barely breaking it.

He finally broke the kiss to sit on the bed, pulling his pants down.

I slipped my pants off as well before he grabbed my hands gently and pulled me on top of him.

A small breath escaped my lips as he pulled my underwear to the side and lined himself up.

"You ready?" He asked, looking at me.

I nodded before he entered me.

A small moan came from me as he grunted slightly.

My arms wrapped around his neck, pushing myself further onto him.

"Jesus." He mumbled under me, his lips connecting with my neck as his hands grabbed my waist.

My hips rolled slightly as I moved up and down a little.

The music blasted in the distance while I whimpered a little. Him trailing kisses down my neck.

I felt his hands grip my waist harder before he started moving me himself.

"Oh fuck." My breath hitched slightly the moment I felt my high coming on. My hands began to pull on the back of his shirt while he moaned a little.

His hands started moving up my body, from my hips to my tits within seconds, gripping them through my shirt gently.

I removed my hands from around him as he brought his face up from my neck to look at me. My hands met the sides of his face while I held it and looked in his eyes. His hair slightly messy, eyes vulnerable.

Our lips locked after a few seconds, desperately trying to pull each other closer. "I'm gonna cum." I whimpered into the kiss.

"Me too." He mumbled, breaking the kiss and dropping his head to look down.

My body started to twitch slightly as I was extremely close.

Slight whimpers came from under me before his head came back up and his eyes closed, gripping my waist again.

I felt my walls tighten around his dick as I came, faint moans escaped my lips as I continued grinding, riding my high out completely.

He started to moan a bit before he pulled me off of him. I quickly got on my knees infront of him, placing his dick in my mouth. My tongue swirled around him before he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down further, cum shooting to the back of my throat.

He bopped my head down a few more times before letting go. Now removing myself off of him.

His stomach twitched a couple times through his shirt as he looked down at himself.

He quickly looked back up and grabbed my hands, pulling me closer.

"You okay?" He asked, looking up at me.

I nodded, smiling a little. He smiled in return before standing up as well and kissing me.

We both quickly got dressed before exiting the room together and returning to everyone.

#ao3 #fanfic #fiction #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st #st4 #st smut #stranger things smut #jason carver #jason carver smut #jason carver x named reader #jason carver x reader #smut #18+

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prettiestcowgirl · 9 months

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i spent last night by myself as i cleaned up after my first dinner party. my childhood best friend and i made handmade gluten-free pizza, herbed french fries, and a garlic-olive oil aioli. i also bought some sparkling mineral water and local-craft made sodas for everyone. i had my best friend go to the garden out front of my house and make a bouquet for the dinner table; we have daisies and white hydrangeas. we played the evangelion cover of fly me to the moon while guest showed up. they brought wine and housewarming dishes.

later on, after a few hours of talking, everyone went home. i spent the night washing dishes while listening to a crime documentary. life comes at you fast. i started the year terrified to leave my bed and now im hosting dinner parties in my new dining room.

there is still residual suffering; i realized i have a lot more trauma than i previously thought. my roommates will slam a door accidentally or move their personal items to a private place or walk loudly throughout the house and i panic because i assume theyre mad at me. every slammed door makes me shake. im so used to my mother's volatile emotions that i cant comprehend people doing things accidentally or non-threateningly.

the quiet has also been hard. now that there isn't screaming and abuse, the silence is unnerving; it gives me too much time to think. ive been thinking of my dad a lot lately. ive been thinking of my grandmother. i am no longer surviving, so i am just thinking, and it hurts so badly. i was warned that once i left that house id start shedding layer by layer.

the first week i could hardly move. i laid in bed after work and slept until the next day. the second week i hardly showered and considered the woods behind my corporate office as a good resting place if i did the unthinkable. i woke up this week and i was somehow better. i stopped smoking. the nights spent crying were minimal. the sleeping improved. i had things i aspired towards. its slow getting to the surface, but it's so close, i can feel it.

i have wonderful health insurance due to my job and i decided to prioritize my mental and physical health now that im free to nurse myself back into a human being. i got a new psychiatrist and im being assessed for transcranial magnetic stimulation. it's for people who have OCD and major depressive disorder and don't respond to medication. sounds like rebranded shock therapy. im willing to try anything at this point.

ive also decided to try things for my physical stress symptoms, the pain, the shaking, the migraines, the dizziness, the nausea, etc. i am looking for an acupuncturist in the city as im only two train stops away from 30th street station. ive contacted a holistic doctor and a nutritionist. i meditate. i do breathing exercises. i surround myself with as much calm as possible.

ive lived in this body addled with stress since i was small. im scared ive put too much strain on myself already. last night at my dinner party, we discussed our hypothesis that stressed killed my father. he suffered a widowmaker, and we always assumed that it was due to his negligent lifestyle, but my roommate and i talked about her uncle recently passing due to one as well, and he was healthy. he had a primary doctor, he was fit, he ran, he ate well; harrowing that death comes for anyone regardless of their choices.

i slowly worked through the idea that maybe he was stressed. maybe my father was stressed. maybe stress and cortisol and adrenaline wreak havoc on these soft bodies we live inside. i was tested for cortisol at seventeen and was misdiagnosed with pcos due to my high levels. years later, after getting an ultrasound to finally address the constant pain i experience during sex and urination, they revealed that i didnt have any cysts on my ovaries. this meant that i didnt have pcos just very high cortisol floating through my body. it kind of clicked for me. i have abundant health issues and a terrible mental state and its slowly grinding my body to sawdust.

i think im finally in the place to start healing. i think i can do it. i want to see the other side. i want to replace this body and start fresh.

#headspace

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banschivs · 1 year

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Though it’s open to teasing and judgement, Nix does celebrate valentines. Loudly. Even with how sick she currently is, she’ll be up at 4am making Arthur’s favourite desserts. The house is likely decorated as if it were Christmas, we’re talking streamers, we’re talking fairy lights, we’re talking flowers for her man....... seriously, so many flowers. Candles, too. She dresses for the occasion, candy colours and pinks and glitter. She loves making an attempt to accumulate the, frankly dangerous, levels of love she has on one day, one celebration. It typically fails and she always feels like she needs to push and do better, but she goes all out.

You’re talking about the woman who will find any reason to throw some sort of party, who’s panicking because it’s a leap year and Ivaylo was born Jan 29 and so when does she throw the one-month party?! Horrifying prospect.

To Nix, any form of celebration is a chance to just dive headfirst into freedom and expression and the thrill of both of those things. She and Arthur are ridiculous, pretty much co-dependent, and loud. Realistically it’s impossible to not know that they’re basically one entity in-universe, and so together they really just have this explosion of love for one another and the family and home they’ve built from scratch. Neither knew actual love before one another, both treasure each other for that reason and more. It makes complete sense that they’ll find any excuse to celebrate that, even if it’s a bit like the blind leading the blind, and it’s clumsy in places. Just makes it more real.

Arthur hates the idea of going out on actual Valentines night, and while Nix would probably like to give the set menus and the crowds and all the eyes on them a go, she can’t deny that sneaking out for a dinner and date night Feb 13th is a massive bonus. They miss the crowds, the depressing desperation of failing dates surrounding them, the overpriced menus, and most importantly they miss the media. It’s an expert move to avoid being flooded by gawping eyes or stalked by photographers — no more than usual anyway. So, they celebrate out on Galentines instead, because they’re best buds, gal pals, etc etc. They stay home on Valentines, cooking and baking and being sickeningly homely with their kids until they’re asleep, then it’s all and only them ideally. Given how Nix is this year, she’s in her cosy pink sweater with her heart-shaped sunglasses sipping a pink cocktail and draped over her man, smoking heart-shaped cigarettes. Living the dream, basically.

#☠ abt. ⋙ 𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠.#terrible #they can get fucked #nix sees anyone who hates a holiday and throws rocks at them #she can't help it she's like sorry you hate living and fun????? i guess?????

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fezcosbluntroller · 2 years

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Can you do a yandere ashtray pls

I wasn't sure if you meant platonic ash or not so i'll just go with them being close as friends.

Protector - Platonic ash x reader

warnings: Details of murder, mentions of attempted sexual assualt, ash not knowing what the hell not killing someone means, angst, fluff at the end

You were a frequent buyer from Fezco, you were the biggest and youngest pothead he knew coming in at the age of 16, he would consider Ash as a pothead but Ash didn't really enjoy smoking while you were around. You never realized it, but Fez did, Ash was enthralled with you, from the way you spoke to the way you looked at him whenever he was sick or needed comfort. He would watch you, without you really knowing, making sure you were safe, although, he did have negatives to his 'protectiveness' anytime he saw someone else making you laugh, touching you in any way, or even walking to close to you, he saw red, going as far to beat the shit out of some of the kids. Someone random would probably just say 'its just puberty, he'll get over it and be embarrassed for crushing on one of his brother's girlfriend's friends, but Ash knew it was more than that. He never wanted you to leave, hating the fact you couldn't just stay with them forever, you made him feel as cool as he thought Fez was, and he talked more around you, he liked the person he was around you, not the person he was whenever he watched you, he never took it to a creepy level, only watching you whenever you were at the same place as him, school, parties, etc. He couldn't help the way he acted sometimes, you made him that way, or at least that's what he told himself. Fez saw right through him though, he trusted Ash though, he would never hurt you, Ash wasn't like that, he loved you, he wasn't sure what type of love it was though, he would talk and laugh with you all night but if you ever got too touchy feely with him, touching his arm to much, leaning on him, he'd get stiff, uncomfortable, like whenever a family member got to affectionate. Ash had killed people for you before like poor Andrew who was your theater partner, he didn't know which was better, the killing to protect you or the planning like currently right now.

You were over smoking and playing video games with Ash and Fez whenever Mouse came in, You already felt uncomfortable with his gaze but whenever he demanded you stayed on the couch is when you started hyperventilating, grabbing Ashtray's hand wishing you could hide behind him. That's what set Ashtray off, he stood up, mumbling about needing to take a piss, watching him leave you frantically searched the room for Fez, he stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching Mouse and his friends closely, glancing between them all then looking at you mouthing "everything's cool, i wont let nothin happen" You watched, feeling something shift in the air, it was tense, Mouse walked closer as two of his friends pinned Fez to the wall, you braced yourself for the worst, tears building up in your eyes, but you never felt his hands touch you, you heard quick footsteps, the couch cushion shift, two things hitting the floor, and another man screaming. "Ash..What the fuck man" Fez said, now he didn't think what Ash did was wrong, they deserved it for whatever fucked up shit they were planning, but, he also had no fucking idea where he would hide two different bodies either, and they had to deal with the guy who was still screaming in pain about the hammer to the face. You opened your eyes, and you wish you hadn't, You covered your mouth letting out a sob looking at Ash, how could he do this? he was never like this, He didn't even kill bugs around you, how did he did this?

You screamed scooting back whenever Ashtray went to grab you "y/n. Go with him...I gotta get this shit cleaned up.." Fez said, sighing loudly muttering under his breath, most likely cursing Ash for staining the carpet. You looked at Ash watching him set the hammer down "I ain't gonna hurt you, y/n/n" He whispered grabbing your hand leading you to his room sitting you on the bed going to his desk grabbing a whole ass shotgun from inside of the drawer "W-what're you doing?" You whimpered looking at the gun then Ash again "You ain't gotta worry about it, Just sit in here for a minute" He whispered, that's when you put two and two together, he was going to kill that other man who was screaming "Ashtray no! I-if you...do that I won't..I won't ever come around again, do you hear me?" You said trying to regain your confidence, Ashtray stopped, looking at you, and for a split second, he looked like a kid, a kid who was just told he wasn't getting presents from santa. "Don't. Don't do that shit y/n don't fucking do that. Are you gonna sit there an' tell me they didn't deserve that shit? I promised to make sure no one hurt you when you first starting coming around..I'm sticking to my word" Ash said before leaving. You waited, it was quiet, until you heard the man pleading with ash, you whimpered tearing up hearing to loud shot of the gun and more silence. Footsteps grew closer and closer as Ash came back in to return the gun, but instead he was met by your fist, punching him in the face. He stumbled for a second wiping his nose before looking at you, maybe he really fucked up this time, you were never violent ever, and yet you just almost broke the boys nose. "Y/n. they were gonna...fucking..." Ash trailed off, tears finally falling and running down his cheeks, You stayed silent, hating yourself for thinking about leaving him, he just wanted to make sure nothing happened, right? "i'm not..mad at you for hurting them..I'm upset...you.." you motioned to the gun, why was it so hard for you to get your words out. He just watched you, raising one hand as he set the gun in the drawer of the desk again.

"I didn't mean to scare you, Y/n..." Ash whispered as Fez watched from the hall, grabbing cleaning supplies from the closet. "Just don't..ever..do it again" You mumbled chipping your fingernail polish, the young teen looked at you smiling a bit wiping his tears "Promise" he whispered hugging you tightly as Fez smiled to himself, not that Ash didn't deserve the punch, he also knew it destroy both of you if you left. You sighed hugging him back, excited he finally gave you a hug for the first time since you met him, feeling a little relaxed knowing he promised never to do anything like that again.

But Does Ashtray ever listen?

why am i so anxious to post this?

#ashtray x reader #euphoria fez #platonic ashtray x reader #ashtray euphoria #ashtray angst #euphoria angst

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baddiedaddy7 · 3 years

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🤍☾✨𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑆𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑠✨☽🤍

Aries Moon🦖

stands up for friends. honest. can be mean/ungrateful to their moms though😒. fun. periods may cause these folks migraines/headaches. may also make them more grouchy. usually very social. may like quick food like tv dinners, ramen noodles, etc. or “sport” drinks like gatorade. may also like general fast food(mcdonald’s, wendy’s, etc). may react to things first with anger. not really good to depend on emotionally. probably the least emotional out of all the fire moons. confident. rude/inconsiderate. music tastes may be rock, music w/screaming or just loud in general, rap, music that gets you jumping around/dancing lol. bold, but also acts 3😭.

Taurus Moon🪵

eats their emotions away. distant. down to earth. laidback. hard headed for no reason🙄. during period should take showers/baths with all fancy stuff like bubbles and soaps lol. wants food more than usual. might prefer sweets over savory. when i think of this placement i think of dark wine, or just “sensual” food in general like strawberries. romantic food. eats slowly, and may stay full for awhile. probably likes rnb, jazz, or classical music. songs focused on romance. usually emotionally stable. mom may be stable and sensible, but distant or not too warm. kind.

Gemini Moon🦋

loves taking quizzes, and personality tests. overthinks more than usual on period, or thinks of the past more than usual. very agitated lol. flows aren’t consistent, one day it’s heavy, then it’s light lol. has a new crush every other day, unless you’re mysterious😏. our daily schedule is talk abt useless things/gossip, go on some type of technology, have a mood swing/mental breakdown, then be all happy again 2 minutes later. eats snacks through out the day. fast eater, or doesn’t stay full for too long. more than likely to have anxiety or fidget a lot. we love us some aqua, virgo, and sag moons🥰. intelligent. usually talented in some way. copes through humor. restless. never boring/very interesting. likes all types of music esp edm, 80s/90s music, pop, and rap. lots of rappers are gemini moons. the most emotional air moon. charming. versatile. forgets easily, cause there’s so much information in our heads.

Cancer Moon🦢

mood swings galore. defensive. great listeners. will write you a paragraph. always there for family and friends, and great ppl to go to when you’re sad. emotional beings, and overly sensitive. periods may make you want to just sleep and eat. nipples may get delicate, and stomach may get puffed up. may prefer home cooked meals, but may also go out every now then. likes music associated with how they are feeling at the moment, so may like a few genres of music, it just depends on their mood. playlists/specific artists for every feeling lol. loyal, and very reliable. romantic. warm, i love these ppl😭. most emotional water moon.

Leo Moon🦁

good vibess. very funny, and charming. warm, but can be shallow. may love to party. enthusiastic. wants to be catered to during period. over dramatic. either lives fancy food, or junk food lol. might like both. likes pop music. probably also likes soul or rnb. probably plays music on speakers/very loudly. guys here are annoying but in a charming way. can be bossy. may also have selfish tendencies. most emotional fire moon.

Virgo Moon🌱

notices all the little details. observant. freaks out over the littlest things. silly, sometimes. cries in private. reliable. straight up. very caring, and honestly this placement is underrated. when in a bad mood tho, can be nit picky/over critical. probably gets muscle aches during period. also more worrisome during period. usually eats healthy, like low calorie foods. fruits may be the only thing they eat as snacks. smoothie lovers. another placement that likes all/a lot of music genres. sweet, and always thinks of others. most emotional earth moon.

Libra Moon🌸

unbiased. very jealous when it comes to love. friendly. very shallow. usually loyal. indecisive. wants to be around S/O or friend during period. indulges in lavishness during period. may “balance out” how they eat, for example:if they eat something too sweet they’ll eat something savory to balance the taste lol. also likes sensual foods. rnb, sexual songs, pop, and songs focused on relationships and sex are probably your go to’s. diplomatic. makes either good lovers or shitty no in between😬 the least emotional air moon

Scorpio Moon🥀

lies abt the stupidest things. reliable. the petty/bitter ex/ex bsf😂. values privacy, and doesn’t trust easily. chill. can be funny. periods can be rather strong lol. more sensitive during this time. not rlly picky abt food, or zealous abt it. might like “dark” music. bands. sexual music, or taboo. probably likes eminem lol(hes hella explicit in some songs😭). these folks are intuitive, and can be charming in a mysterious way. assholes sometimes tho lol. the least emotional water moon

Sagittarius Moons🐸

shit talkers😂. funny. these ppl are just vibes. most likely smokes. honest. inconsiderate. probably wants to be left alone on their period. definitely can’t just stay in the house during their period tho(unless they’re binge watching tv & eating snacks lol). not rlly picky. probably likes foreign food more than anything. thai takeout, may eat at an indian place, etc. probably likes music in languages they don’t even understand/foreign music. also probably rlly likes rap and pop. crackhead energy, just like gem moons lol. unreliable, but always down to have a good time

Capricorn Moon🪨

standoffish. reliable. too serious. loyal. focused on work/school. cold. go getter. more negative, and sad when their on their periods. stresses out easily. may not really care much for food. eats a normal amount. may be picky w/food. likes their food natural. may like old school music. “boring” music like classical lmao, or just instrumentals. disciplined. the least emotional earth moon

Aquarius Moon🐳

very chill. zealous abt society. cares deeply abt friends, and may prefer them over family. likely to be an activists. may have quite a few online friends. actually can give good advice. can be aloof too tho lol. may sleep less during periods. unpredictable cycles. may like “weird” combinations of food, fries and ice cream, nutella and pickles lmao, etc. likes to try new foods. either loved or hates mainstream music. probably prefers disco or edm music lol. charming ppl tbh. open minded, but also erratic/all over the place.

Pisces Moon🐛

forgives rather easily lol. loving. the victim mentality does need to go tho💀. great listeners. creative in one way or the other. you’re out of energy when it’s that time. might have weird dreams on their periods lol. may love junk/unhealthy food. appetite increases OR decreases when anxious. loves seafood or maybe hates it lol. more than likely has a sweet tooth. likes all types of music, and probably has lots of playlists. intuitive. always thinks of others, but can be overly sensitive.

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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Hey dear💟 how are you? Can I ask for some mob!tom smut?? Like he's smoking a cigar at a boring wedding when he meets a mob!reader and after talking a bit things just happen and he takes her home for fucking all night?

Oh and ends in fluff??

Hi nonnie! I'm fine hope you are well too. Here's your request hope you like this.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

His Queen, Her King

Being the mob boss Tom had to be a part of various social gatherings, galas, parties etc but the most he dreaded were weddings. Especially when you're an eligible bachelor, people around you are constantly nagging you with the most evident question ‘when is your turn?’ There were several occasions where the leaders of other mobs had tried to set him up with their daughters to forge an alliance but he would turn them down every time because he never found them to be his match. He likes to be in control but that doesn’t mean he would settle for a mere puppet who would dress up pretty and do as told, he wanted someone powerful, fierce who would challenge his authority, a real queen to his vast empire.

It was one of his childhood friends' wedding day so he couldn't say no. The hall was buzzing with people as he was seated with a couple of his friends at a table drinking and laughing loudly talking about their busy lives and their businesses. One hour to the wedding reception and Tom was already bored he lit up a cigar and took a long puff from it watching everyone silently.

Just then you walk in through the doors in a long red silk dress hugging your body like a second skin with a thigh high slit paired with pointed stilettos making heads turn. Your hair styled into loose curls cascading down your shoulders complimenting your dewy makeup. Your wrists and ears sparkling with the most priceless authentic diamonds. Apart from being the maid of honor you are the only woman in the mob business who owns the biggest diamond business in the country.

People were obviously envious of your power though they never dare to say anything to your face but you have heard how people think you just got lucky with the business as the only daughter of your father, women have no place in the mob even to the extent of being slut shamed and being accused of sleeping with your rivals to run the business. You had simply shrugged it off and showed those people with a flourishing business and earning double profits than your father used to earn when he used to run the mob. You walk over to your best friend.

“Congratulations Jane, finally you’re a married woman now!” you give her a hug.

“Thanks Y/N it feels like a dream honestly” she chirps “but when are you…”

“Please you also don’t start” you both chuckled and continued gossiping.

“Man why are these receptions so dull and boring” Matt groaned “couldn’t they do it at a bar or strip club?”

“Yeah it would have been fun to watch your wife beat the shit out of you after you flirted with one of the strippers” Carl mocked to which everyone laughed out loud including Tom.

“Hey!!” Matt revolted in protest as all of them laughed again.

Your conversation was constantly getting disturbed with their constant brawls and loud laughter. Even the other guests had a frown on their face with the noise they were making.

“I apologize on behalf of my friends, they can sometimes be a little loud” Paul the groom said apologetically.

"It’s ok I know how to deal with guys like them. Let me handle it” You offer and stride your way to their table.

“Sorry to crash the fun boys but some of us are actually here to attend the reception not to hear your meaningless chatter” you jibe forcing a smile as the men turn their attention towards you. Tom puts down his cigar blowing out the smoke as he takes a quick glance of you.

“I'm sorry love, are we offending you?” he remarks with a smolder and the men around him hollered. The corner of your lips quirk into a sly smirk as you step closer to him drawing a finger along his jawline.

“It will take a lot more than this baby face to offend me” you taunt him back with a grin amusing everyone including Tom at your comeback.

“Oooh damn!” the men hollered again while you turned your back and strutted off to join your friends again. Tom just sat there completely blown away by your boldness. He had heard about you but now that he saw you he understood that you weren’t just a beautiful face after all who just got lucky in the mob business you were a complete badass. The very image of you radiates power and triumph.

His eyes seeked yours the whole time and then he found you finally all by yourself near the open bar drinking a glass of whisky. He approaches you as he clears his throat.

“Ahem, hey” you lift your eyes from the glass and then put it down on the counter smacking your lips.

“Here to apologise for being a jerk?” you quip.

“I thought we were even already” he remarks with a smug grin.

“Yeah maybe” you half shrug

“Tom Holland by the way” he reaches his hand out and you dismiss it by picking your glass again and taking a sip.

“I know who you are, the boss of the most powerful mob in London” you say nonchalantly

“Keeping tabs I see” he smirks as he signals the bartender to hand him a drink as well.

“It’s a risky business Holland you gotta keep records about your potential rivals” you state blandly.

“Absolutely, couldn’t agree more” he takes a sip wincing at the strong taste of the drink.

“So all alone? Bossman didn’t get any arm candy for the night?” you snicker.

“Only a queen fits beside a king like me darling and I haven’t found one yet , what about you?”

“Well I haven’t found my king either” you clink your glass to his as you both gulp down your drinks.

“You look ravishing in that dress I must say” he compliments with a suave in his voice.

“Thank you. You don’t look bad either” you flirt back as you bite the corner of your lip checking him dressed in an Armani suit the Rolex on his wrist glinting in the golden light of the chandeliers.

“I really admire you. Honestly it’s really hard and dangerous to run a business when you’re a woman” there was a different kind of sparkle in his eyes which you recognize very well.

“What can I say I just love playing with danger” you shrug with sass in your voice.

“You wanna get out of here? I’m sure nobody will miss us” he licks his lips eyes darkening with pure desire.

“Well what are we waiting for?” you smirk with a mischievous glint in your eyes both of you coming to a silent agreement.

The whole ride to his mansion was a blur as soon as you were inside he had you pinned up against the door as his lips met yours hungrily. His lips tasted of burnt cigar and whisky. He started leaving trails of kisses on your jaw and neck while his hand snaked down to your thighs through the slit of your dress unclasping the thigh holster from your leg as it dropped on the ground with a loud clatter. His hand moved further to your flimsy lace thong to feel your sex.

“So wet already, love? I haven't even touched you properly” you can hear the smirk in his voice. His hand goes to unzip your dress as he leans in for a kiss but you stop him placing two fingers on his lips slowly tracing them.

“Bedroom?” you ask breathing heavily.

“Upstairs left” he informs between shallow breaths.

You gave him a peck on his cheek and made your way up the stairs. Tom’s eyes never left you as he watched you slide the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders and dropping it off on the floor striding away in just your strapless bra and thong your heels clacking against the marble floor. Tom scoffed in amusement a toothy grin forming on his face . You were really something who was just driving him crazy.

The moment he walked in the bedroom he felt himself twitch inside his pants. There you were sitting in the middle at the edge of the bed slightly leaning on your palms with your legs crossed one above the other. You looked like a viscous siren slowly entrapping him with your charm and beauty.

“Nice bedroom” You gently smoothed the silk sheets with your hand.

“Glad you liked it” he said smiling.

“Are you just gonna stand over there?” You unclipped your bra and lazily dropped it on the floor putting on a show for him as you lifted a hand pointing a finger motioning him to come closer. A low groan escaped from his mouth at the sight of your exposed breasts as he strolled towards you unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off his body drinking in your almost naked form with lustful eyes. You subconsciously licked your lips marveling his taut muscles. He tilted your chin up as you gazed in his brown eyes with parted lips.

“God you’re gonna be the death of me” he mumbles in a husky voice.

“That was the plan all the time, I can then take over your mob” you giggle playfully.

“You minx” he knelt down to capture your red tinted lips passionately tongues clashing against each other as you ran your fingers across his abdomen, nails scraping his skin. He gently pushes you down on the mattress as you shift back in the middle of the bed. He spreads your legs to accommodate himself as he crawls up to be at level to your face pressing a soft kiss to your swollen lips. Goosebumps covered your skin as you felt his bulge brushing on your thighs. You tilted your head to the side as he took the opportunity to suck marks on the nape of your neck. One hand squeezing your ass the other palming your breast as he placed butterfly kisses all over your skin.

“So pretty” he mumbles, pressing kisses between the valley of your breasts,you shuddered when he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud.

“Oh” you gasped when he wrapped his mouth around your breast sucking the nipple between his teeth, kneading the other fingers pinching and tugging on it. After paying equal attention to the other one too before continuing his journey south. Your stomach flutters as his lips trail down your rib cage, navel the cold gold chain dangling down his neck feeling ticklish against your hot skin. He placed a soft kiss over your soaked panties and you felt that your body was set to fire as you gasped lightly chest heaving up and down. A smirk forms on his face as he moves to kiss your inner thighs ignoring the place where you needed him the most.

“Please” you let out a quiet whimper

“Please what darling?” he whispers with a husky voice.

“Touch me”

“I’m touching you love” he lightly chuckles, you whined in protest. “You gotta be more specific with your demands, love, what do you need?” he coos.

“I-I need you, your mouth” you breathed out.

“See that wasn’t so hard” he practically rips off your thong and throws the shredded fabric away letting out a low growl at the sight of your glistening cunt. He hooked his arms to your thighs, the rings on his fingers felt cold against your skin. He licks a long stripe up your folds sending jolts of pleasure up your body making you squirm in his hold.

“So sweet” he mumbles against your heat. You let out a soft gasp, your hands threading into his soft brown curls as he swirled his tongue through your folds.

You cry out when his tongue flicks your swollen clit giving his hair a harsh tug he groans into your heat. He continued to suck on your clit between his lips pushing a thick digit inside you. Your body arched bucking your hips into his mouth he had to place a hand on your lower stomach to keep you in place. He then adds another finger pumping it in and out of you his teeth grazing your sensitive bud soothing it after with his tongue immediately.

“Fuck!” You moaned feeling euphoric eyes fluttering shut as he devoured you. Your body tensed up when he added another finger to your heat, your one hand was pulling his hair painfully and the other squeezing your breast rolling your nipple between your fingers. He curled his fingers hitting your spot sending you over the edge.

“C’mon love, let it go want you to cum all over my fingers” he moaned into your heat the vibrations leading you to tumble down the edge as you came undone around his fingers. He helped you ride your high still sucking on your clit, your legs trembled as he lapped up all your juices. He pulled away after sometime his chin glistening with your arousal.

He got rid of his dress pants along with his boxers and then crawled over to you. You gazed into his warm brown eyes still in your post orgasmic haze as you pulled him down to capture his lips with an urgent need. You tasted yourself on his lips as he deepened the kiss grinding his hips into yours.

A soft gasp escaped your lips when you felt the tip of his member brushed against your entrance. He gripped his member giving it a few pumps before lining up against your core. You placed a hand flat on his stomach signalling him to stop. He knitted his brow in confusion when you flipped him over to be on top him sitting on the back of your knee straddling his waist.

“I wanna ride you” you whisper in a sultry voice and his lips curl up to a smirk.

“Then go ahead, darling” he shuffles back a little resting himself comfortably against the headboard. You brought your hand to your mouth and gave it lick before grabbing his member using it for lubrication, slowly pumping his length and lining it up to your weeping core. Your breath hitched when you felt his tip slide through your entrance stretching your walls in a nice way. You slowly sank down on his length feeling so full of him. You stayed like that, your walls warm and snug squeezing him like a vice. Tom groaned when you clenched around him.

“Oh god Y/N please move or I'm not gonna last for another minute” you leaned down to kiss him starting to move your hips slowly adjusting to his thick shaft.

“Shit” He hissed as you lifted yourself hand gripping on his thighs for leverage to go a little faster, the soft sound of your skin slapping against each other filled the room. Your stomach clenched as you paced up and down his cock, each time filling you up to the hilt. His hands held your hips, fingers digging in your skin groans rumbled in Tom’s throat as he clenched his jaw. He gazed at you with hooded eyes smitten by the way your back arches towards him and your tits bounce with every thrust.

You started to feel a little exhausted, a thin sheen of sweat lining your bodies as you slowed down your pace. Tom’s hands slid down to your ass, spreading your cheeks as he took control, thrusting up into you. You jolted forward moaning out loud, grasping on to his shoulders tightly for support.

“Just because you're on the top don't think you're in control darling” he says cheekily you let out a light chuckle at his comment before whimpering when his cock hit your sweet spot.

He lifted his knees, planting the heels of his feet into the mattress for leverage as he began to fuck you roughly. He grunted, feeling your walls clench around his cock with every thrust of his hips. You leaned down to kiss him sloppily he reciprocates by slipping his tongue into your mouth swirling it inside your mouth. You moaned into the kiss as you felt a tight knot build inside your stomach.

“Tom” you moan breathlessly, eyes squeezing shut as your hands slide down his shoulder to his chest nails scratching his skin.

“Gonna cum again for me love?” Tom murmured against your lips as he spanked your ass lightly. You nodded your head vigorously starting to roll your hips desperately. He brought his thumb to your swollen clit and rubbed circles as the coil inside you snapped and you screamed out your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. Tom wasn’t too far either as he continued rutting his hips and soon he was spilling inside you.

“Fuck.” He moaned as his face screwed up in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowing as he emptied his seed into your tight pussy, not letting go of his grip on your body. You collapsed onto his chest panting both of you catching your breath, your walls still pulsating around his cock, deeply buried inside you. He caressed your back gently, your chest pressed to his, head resting over his heart as you listened to his steady heartbeat while your fingers fiddled with the chain around his neck. He took your hand and kissed on your knuckles gently brushing his thumb over them lovingly.

“I really like you” he finally spoke out

“What?” you frowned, still a bit dizzy.

“I think I have fallen in love with you Y/N” he confesses softly as you straighten yourself to look him in the eyes.

“Are you asking me out when you are literally balls deep inside me?” you snicker raising your eyebrows.

“I’m serious Y/N” he cradles your face with both of his hands “the moment I saw you I knew you are the one I have been waiting for all my life. A strong, independent and fearless woman who doesn’t need anyone, you are a hell of a queen, Y/N. I want this queen to be only mine, together we can rule the world love. I don’t want this to be a one night thing I want to make love to you every night, kiss every inch of your body and appreciate you, adore you” he rants

“The last part sounded a little creepy though” you chuckled “Well I do like you too my king let’s just take things slow and see where it goes maybe?”

“Sure my queen” he smiles as you kiss him softly.

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#tom holland #tom holland one shot #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagines #mob!tom #mob!tom holland #tom holland fluff

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: pure fluff and a happy ending as promised :)

A/N: the final chapter 😭❤️ see my full note at the end

Masterlist

Chapter 37

“What’s your location? Over,” the walkie talkie on the kitchen counter crackled.

“Dino chicken nuggets are coming out of the oven as we speak. Over,” you replied back.

“Roger that. Over and out,” Jo stated and the walkie talkie went back to static.

Spencer got them as a gift for her and she would constantly have one with her, giving the other to someone before leaving the room so they could talk through it.

You headed out to the back porch and down the steps into the yard with a big plate of nuggets and dipping sauces as well as some juice boxes and applesauce for the twins.

“Coast is clear. Do you copy? Over,” you spoke into the walkie talkie.

“Affirmative. Bring ‘em up,” Jo exited the main part of the treehouse and you saw her on its little porch.

Spencer had built her a little pulley system with a basket and rope so she could lower or raise items up into the treehouse instead of carrying them up the ladder.

You placed the food and drinks inside and then made your way up the wooden ladder.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Jo smiled as she bit into a nugget.

“No problem, Cadet Jo,” you ruffled her hair up a little as she giggled.

You ducked to get through the door of the treehouse and sat down on a cushion on the floor next to Spencer who had both the twins in his lap.

“What are we watching?” you asked as you clipped the twins’ bibs on.

“Cars!” Jo cheered.

“I wanted to watch a subtitled Russian film but I was ‘boo’ed when I made that suggestion,” Spencer grinned as he grabbed the spoon to start feeding the babies.

“Hm I wonder why,” you teased.

Once Jo got the movie playing on the laptop, she took a seat in your lap with the plate of nuggets and took turns eating one, then handing one to you, then Spencer.

Once all the kids were fast asleep in your laps and the credits were rolling, you turned to Spencer.

“You and Derek really did a good job building this treehouse, love,” you complimented him.

“Anything for my family,” he smiled, then leaned over to kiss you.

It was the morning of Jo’s 8th birthday party. You wanted to make it extra special in light of what happened at her 7th birthday party.

Spencer kept reminding you that it wasn’t your fault a psychopath shot you and sent you to the hospital but you just wanted to give Jo the party she deserves.

You rented a bouncy house and an inflatable water slide. Spencer was doing a magic show and Penelope was doing face paintings. You baked a huge stegosaurus-shaped cake from scratch. No kid would be bored and Jo would have an amazing time.

You settled for having it in your backyard instead of the park now that you had plenty of room. The whole team came over earlier to help set up.

Penelope got all her paints organized on the porch table as Spencer set up his mini stage for the performance. Hotch and Derek filled the slide with water while you and Emily carefully brought the massive cake to the table outside.

Jo came running outside already in her swimsuit, eager to get the first splash in the water slide.

“You have to come with me, Uncle Derek,” she insisted.

“Jo, I don’t have my swimsuit on,” he replied.

“You’re in athletic shorts. They’ll dry quick,” Savannah, his girlfriend, yelled from where she was setting up the food table.

Derek looked to Hotch to help him out. Hotch pointed back to Jo who was giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Fine,” he groaned, taking off his shirt which elicited a holler from Penelope.

Jo made her way up the steps with Derek right behind her.

Jo sat down in Derek’s lap and then turned around to face him.

“Okay, ready?” she asked him.

Derek nodded and then pushed off, sending them both down the slippery slide.

“Weee!” Jo exclaimed as they slid down.

“Again,” she demanded, “Where’s Daddy?”

“He went to put his swimsuit on, Baby J, so he can go with you,” you told her as you set Ollie down next to Ophelia in the playpen outside.

“Coming, Princess!” Spencer ran outside and scooped the little girl up in his arms as he trekked up the steps.

“How about we go down like a penguin this time?” he suggested.

Jo nodded enthusiastically as Spencer got onto his belly and Jo laid on top of him and wrapped her hands around his neck.

“1…2…3!” Spencer pushed off and they raced down the slide again, Jo giggling the whole time.

“Again!” Jo said.

“I think we are going to have to buy one of these, love,” Spencer called over to you, laughing and running up the stairs right behind Jo again.

“Please welcome my lovely assistant to the stage,” Spencer spoke in his magician tuxedo.

You waved as the audience clapped. You were wearing a sparkly red sequin dress to compliment Spencer’s bow tie.

“I am going to make my assistant…disappear,” he stated.

The kids in the audience gasped.

Spencer took your hand and guided you to the big black box in the center of the stage.

“Just like we practiced,” he whispered to you as you stepped inside.

You winked and he kissed your hand as he let go and closed the door.

Spencer knocked on the door a few times and wiggled his hands for some showmanship.

“Okay, on the count of 3. We’re all going to yell ‘Abracadabra’,” Spencer explained, “1…2…3!”

“Abracadabra!” all the kids yelled.

Spencer set off a small smoke bomb and quickly opened the door, revealing an empty box.

The kids all screamed in wonder.

“Bring Mommy back!” Jo yelled.

You had to stifle your laughter from behind the fake wall in the box you were hiding behind.

“Your wish is my command, Princess,” Spencer closed the door again.

“To reverse the spell, we need to say the exact same word,” Spencer stated.

“Abracadabra!” the kids yelled once again.

This time, you opened the door and the kids clapped enthusiastically.

“For this next trick, I need a volunteer from the audience,” Spencer smiled.

All the kids’ hands shot up in the air.

“I’m going to have to go with the wonderful birthday girl right in the front row,” you took Jo’s hand and escorted her up onto the stage.

“Jo, I need you to pick a card, any card. Show the audience but not me,” Spencer fanned the cards out in his hands and closed his eyes.

Jo picked the ace of hearts and showed the audience.

“Now, put it back in the pile,” he said.

“Alright,” Spencer opened his eyes and began to shuffle the cards, “Is this your card?” he asked, holding the eight of spades.

“No, Daddy. Try again,” Jo said.

“Is this it?” he questioned, holding the queen of diamonds.

“No, Daddy.”

“Oh,” Spencer smacked his forehead, “I know where I put it,” he pulled off his top hat.

Spencer then proceeded to pull a bouquet of flowers, an endless handkerchief, a rubber chicken, and many other silly things out of his hat that had the kids in tears from laughing.

Finally, he pulled out the ace of hearts, “Is this your card, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she beamed, hugging him.

Jo’s birthday was a complete success. She was completely worn out by the end of it and slept in late the next morning.

But when she did finally wake, she was eager to try out her gift that you and Spencer had gotten her: a big kid bike with no training wheels. It was purple which was her favorite color with a white basket on the front and a little bell on the handlebars.

You and Spencer were going to teach her how to ride it today. She padded up with some knee pads and elbow pads and her helmet.

You had the twins in their double stroller with mini bucket hats on to protect them from the sun.

“Okay, Jo. Me and Daddy will run with you for a little but then we’re going to let go but you’re going to keep pedaling,” you explained to her.

“I’m scared,” she replied, looking at the street in front of her.

You were practicing in the street in front of your house because it wasn’t very busy and it was flat. Plus, you could leave the twins in the stroller in the driveway.

“It’s okay, Baby J. You’ve got all your padding on so even if you fall, it won’t hurt at all, I promise,” you assured her.

“I believe in you, Princess,” Spencer kissed her helmet-covered head.

“I’m ready,” she nodded, moving her feet to the pedals.

“That’s my girl,” you smiled.

You and Spencer began to jog alongside her as she pedaled.

Spencer looked at you, “Okay, Princess. We’re letting go.”

You and Spencer both removed your hands from her bike and she continued to speed forward.

“Yes, Jo! You’re doing it! ” you encouraged her.

“Princess, can you turn around and come back to me and Mommy?” Spencer asked.

Jo carefully steered her bike and headed back to you both with a massive smile on her face. You and Spencer were loudly cheering her on.

“Okay, try to brake,” you said.

Jo slowly came to a stop right in between you both.

“You’re a pro!” you grinned as you both knelt down to hug her.

Jo had been biking for the past hour and she was still having a blast.

You and Spencer were laying in the front yard with the twins in your laps.

“Mommy, Daddy! Look!” Jo exclaimed as she did donuts on the bike.

“We’re looking, Baby J,” you laughed, “Great job!”

You leaned your head on Spencer’s shoulder.

“Y/N…” Spencer began.

“Yes, Spence?”

“Thank you,” he replied.

“For what?” you looked up at him.

“All this,” he motioned to Jo, the twins, the house, the yard, the chalk drawings on the driveway, the rocking chairs on the front porch, the doormat that said ‘The Reids’, everything he ever dreamed of, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him, “I’d give you the world if I could.”

“You already have,” he smiled.

A/N: thank you everyone so so so much for reading, commenting, reblogging, etc.! i love you all so much. i’m probably going to miss this too much and do one-shots of this series in the future. also, this series hit 14,000 on ao3! that’s crazy that that many people read my work. thank you, just thank you! -dory <3

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hajimine · 3 years

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BETWEEN THE NOTES — SEMI EITA x GN!READER

synopsis: for as long as you can remember, you and Semi Eita have always hated each other—but a couple of tender glances and one too many bottles of beer later, you find out that maybe you were looking at it the wrong way this whole time.

genre: fluff, (kinda) enemies to lovers, musician!au, mutual pining but they’re both idiots, jealousy, etc.

warnings: alcohol + intoxication (nothing bad happens), slight suggestive themes, vulgar language, kinda fast paced?

wc: ~2.5k

to: @archivednikes happy birthday shawdy <3

special thanks to: @rintaroll for beta-ing & telling me a lil bit about how bands work and stuff bc idk shit lol :,)

“Semi, get your ass moving,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me late.”

He gives you a smug look and raises a slitted eyebrow. “Did something crawl up your ass and died? What’s up with you?”

You exhale heavily through your nose and stare at him, unimpressed.

“We gotta catch the afternoon train if you wanna reach the venue in time for our gig. This is a really good opportunity for me, don’t you dare mess it up.” you say, gathering the last of your things for the trip.

There is a tingling sensation crawling down your spine, as if someone is staring at you. You look over your shoulder curiously, opening your mouth to utter another snarky remark to get your partner to stop gawking around and get ready.

But the intensity behind his gaze caught you by surprise.

Those hazel eyes of his—ones that are usually sharp and cold—held a sort of softness in them as he looks at you. When you caught him staring, his gaze did not falter one bit.

You couldn’t stop your eyes from traveling down the perfect slope of his nose, continuing down to his pouty lips.

As much as you hate him, you can’t deny that Semi Eita is an attractive man. Heck, even the word attractive isn’t enough to express how infuriatingly hot he is.

Your gaze stays on his lips for a second too long. Have they always looked this soft and inviting?

The dry cough from the opposite side of the room is the only thing that managed to break you out of this trance. Semi Eita’s trance.

Your manager stands by the door, tapping her foot on the wooden tiles impatiently.

“Now, lovebirds,” she narrows her eyes, “Save the PDA for tonight, yeah? We’ve got a schedule to follow.”

You roll your eyes at her, cheeks uncomfortably warm. And just like that, the strange yet tender moment you shared with Semi dissipated into thin air.

。。。

You don’t know if you should take pity on the gray-haired singer or if you should laugh at him.

Currently, Semi’s head is bowed down in shame as he gets an earful from his manager in the middle of a crowded train.

You see, the four of you should’ve arrived at the venue by now. Both your managers are very strict about schedules, and they planned to arrive at the bar two hours before the agreed time.

Thankfully, his bandmates have been a little more punctual than him and have successfully boarded the 4pm train. But Mr. Popular right here just had to stop every few minutes to take pictures with every single fan he met on the way to the station.

“It’s half past five now,” his manager whisper-shouts, “Do you know what that means?”

Semi tries to give her an awkward smile to calm her down. It doesn’t work.

“It’s rush hour! What if we won’t reach the bar in time? It could ruin both your careers, do you know that?” she glares at Semi once again, but there is less bite in her voice now.

“I’m sorry,” Semi starts, plastering a charming smile on his face, “I only wanted to be nice to the fans. Wouldn’t make too good of an impression if I just ignored them, no?”

His manager sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, exasperated. She motions for Semi to stop talking with a wave of her hand.

The singer grins, and out of the corner of your eyes, you can sense his sharp gaze on you once more.

You try to ignore it.

。。。

When your group reaches the bar, Semi’s bandmates are almost done preparing themselves for the gig.

The bar is dimly lit and cool, the multitudes of warm overhead lighting being the only source of light in the room. It’s not too busy tonight, you observe. Some people still donned their work clothes, perhaps rushing over to the bar right after a long day at work—mingling around with friends to let loose for a little and enjoy themselves.

“Dude, where were you?” Aito asks, eyebrows turned downwards in a frown.

Semi pats the guitarist on the side of his head, “Relax, we’ve got plenty of time to prepare.”

Aito rolls his eyes, completely used to his bandmate’s antics.

“Whatever,” he huffs. “By the way, are we gonna have a little after party later?”

“Uh,” Semi’s eyes flicker towards you for one second, then back to Aito, “I dunno man, might be too tired to get wasted tonight.”

The guitarist narrows his eyes. He didn’t miss the way Semi’s gaze lingered on you.

“Y/N,” Aito smirks. “You coming to the after party?”

You were listening to their conversation this whole time, finding the whole exchange quite amusing.

“Eh, I don’t see why not,” you smile sweetly, “It’s gonna be even better now that this dude isn’t coming anyways.” You pointed your thumb at the vocalist.

From where he’s standing, you hear Semi scoff.

“Y’know what?” he sneers, “On second thought, I am going. How does that make you feel, huh?”

You shrug, feigning indifference.

“I literally do not care.”

“Piss off.”

Aito throws his head back in laughter, shaking his head as he walks away from the scene, muttering about people being too clueless and dense for their own damn good.

You adjusted your equipment bag on your shoulder, exhaling loudly to try and calm your heart down.

。。。

It is in moments like these that you remember why you decided to go forth with this career path, no matter how rocky it may be.

Adrenaline courses through your veins as you sing the lyrics of you and Semi’s song; every ounce of the jittery nerves you had just a few moments ago long gone.

There’s nobody else in this world that can ever take your place

Some of the customers are listening intently, others just nodding along to the song, and the rest not even listening at all.

You could hear your heartbeat thumping loudly against your chest, the sweat trickling down your forehead and into your eyes making it harder for you to see the crowd.

And when the day’s all done and dusted, all I ever need is to be in your arms again

You whip your head towards Semi, just like the countless times you rehearsed this song together.

“It shows chemistry,” your manager had said, “play it up for the crowd, will ya?”

The butterflies in your stomach flutters about restlessly when you notice that Semi has been looking at you this whole time.

His eyes—sharp and intense—held your gaze, unabashed. Steady. Sure.

Will you stay tonight? ‘Cause baby you’re all that I need, and you’re all that I want.

And in that moment, with your eyes locked on each other, the world seems to stop.

Nothing else matters, Semi’s lopsided smile says, only you.

。。。

The performance flew by in the blink of an eye, and it’s a little past midnight now. As promised, your managers held a little after party in the shared lounge of your penthouse suite.

It’s not as fancy as it sounds, you smile to yourself. There are suspicious stains on the gray carpet, and the furniture smells vaguely of cigarette smoke and sweat.

Bottles of beers have already littered the floor and glass table, and you haven’t even started drinking.

“Duuuude,” Yuuto slurs, “Why are ya so tense for?”

The bassist points at you and Semi, eyelids drooping as he tries his best to keep them open.

“C’mon guys,” Aito clasps his shoulders and massages them roughly, “Relax a little, we did amazing tonight.”

Semi shrugs his friend’s hands away, annoyed. He snatches an unopened bottle of beer from the cooler and opens the cap with his teeth.

You gulp. He hands you the bottle wordlessly before grabbing another one for himself, chugging it down quickly. You mirror his actions, hoping that the alcohol can dull the annoying fluttering in your stomach that refuses to leave ever since the two of you shared that intimate moment on stage.

For fuck’s sake, what’s going on with me?

Your trick works, in a way. Your stomach feels pleasantly warm now, and your breathing has finally evened out. Another unopened bottle of beer lays invitingly on the couch and you reach for it, opting for a bottle opener instead of doing it like Semi.

“Bro,” Yuuto grins at the singer, drool threatening to leave the corner of his mouth, “Did’ya see that blonde chick in the front row? She was hardcore eye-fucking you dude.”

“Ah,” Semi takes another swig of his beer, a cute flush blossoming in his cheeks.

Wait, what. Cute?

“She gave me her number when we were gathering up our stuff.” He runs his hand through his hair.

“You gonna hit her up or what?” Aito teases, smirking.

The singer shrugs, “Maybe, I dunno.”

Your breath hitches, and Aito’s smirk widens. You raise your eyebrows at him, silently telling him to fuck off.

“Where’s Kai?” you hear Semi ask. Come to think of it, you haven’t seen the drummer since after the show was over.

“Oh,” the guitarist laughs, “Fucker left us for some girl he saw in the bar. Might see him tomorrow morning, might not. Who knows?”

The vocalist hums and walks over to where you’re sitting, plopping down on the old couch.

“The managers?” Semi casually drapes his arm on the back of the sofa. You feel yourself tensing as your heart races uncontrollably, and the singer looks over at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

Aito scratches the back of his neck, quickly losing interest in the conversation.

“They decided to sleep in early. Long day, I guess.”

Semi nods and rests his head on the top of the couch, exposing his defined jawline. His eyelashes look so pretty from this angle, they’re long and fluttery and they almost…

Huh?

“Eita, are you gonna hit that blonde girl up or nah?” Aito provokes, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You clench your teeth and reach for yet another bottle—your fourth one this past hour. Or fifth. You don’t bother counting. Semi looks over at you again, but this time his eyes holds a sort of concern in them. You scoff to yourself.

“Uh,” the singer looks at his friend weirdly, “Why are you so insistent on this? I did say maybe didn’t I?”

Aito laughs. You almost recoil in disgust.

“Oh nothing,” he chuckles, “It’s just that she’s really hot and she’s your type so—”

You stand up abruptly, knocking over some empty beer bottles by accident. The regret is immediate. You can feel the acid in your stomach traveling up your esophagus, tickling the back of your throat.

Semi quickly stands up when you clasp a hand over your mouth, trying your best to hold it together.

“Shit,” he mutters, “You okay?”

He rubs tiny circles on the small of your back, an action that’s supposed to be soothing but instead causes tingles to run up and down your spine. You shiver.

Another wave of nausea hits before you could respond, causing your knees to almost give out under you.

“Whoa there, angel,” Semi wraps his arm around your waist, holding you flush to his side to support your weight.

You groan softly as your head spins uncomfortably. Droplets of cold sweat is starting to form on your forehead, adding another layer of discomfort upon you.

“You wanna go to your bedroom?” Semi murmurs close to your ear. You shiver again. At this, Semi thought that you’re freezing so he drapes his leather jacket on your shoulders, holding you close.

You nod weakly as you try to blink the black spots in your vision away.

From somewhere around the room, you hear Aito snicker, “Stay safe!”

You turn your head around to give him a deathly glare, but all you see is a big blob of blurriness.

Dammit.

。。。

Semi takes the key card from your bag and pushes the door open, placing your duffel bag on the floor after

He guides you to the bathroom—with gentleness you rarely see from him—and sets the toilet cover down so you can sit on it while he wets a towel with the running tap water.

“You still feel dizzy?” he asks, voice soft.

You stare at his fingers as he wrings the towel and shakes your head.

Semi holds out the cloth and pats your forehead with it, the coolness allowing you to feel a little more refreshed.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?” he wipes the back of your neck carefully.

Shit. Has he always been this thoughtful?

You shake your head again, telling him that you just want to go to sleep.

He sighs and gives you a half-smile, holding out his arm to help you to the bed.

Semi still has it in him to give you a little but of privacy as you wiggle out of your tight jeans, looking away until you slip under the covers.

He helps you pull the plush white comforter closer to your chest, tucking you in.

Your mind doesn’t feel as hazy as it was a few hours ago, but the leftover alcohol coursing through your veins gave you a sort of boost to your impulses.

“Eita,” you whisper, reaching out towards the singer, “Stay?”

The singer halts in his steps and turns to look at you.

“Uh, I don’t know Y/N,” he starts, “You’re drunk right now.”

“No I’m not,” you say, steady voice proving your point. “Please?”

Semi glances over at the door and sighs. He chewed on his lower lip for a few seconds before sighing again.

“Okay.”

。。。

You’re struggling to open your eyes when you wake up, the harsh sunlight streaming into the room completely unfiltered.

Drunk you completely forgot to close the blinds, it seems.

You groan audibly, wanting to pull the covers above your head to hide yourself from this cruel world.

You freeze. Why can you feel someone’s soft breaths on the crown of your head?

Nervously, you reach out in front of you, eyes still shut closed. Oh no.

You force your eyes open, grimacing from the sudden brightness. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. Semi Eita, your supposed nemesis, is sleeping soundly a few inches away from you, arms wrapped around your waist.

What the hell happened last night?

A small squeak leaves your mouth as you fully realize the situation you’re in. The small noise wakes Semi up from his slumber, causing him to slowly open his eyes, squinting at the bright light.

“Morning, angel,” he croaks, voice raspy with sleep.

My god does he look pretty in the morning.

You stay there, frozen and unblinking. All the words at the tip of your tongue seem to disappear from existence.

Semi blinks, sitting up quickly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he rubs his eyes vigorously, “I should’ve said no when you asked me to stay. Fuck, you were drunk and I—”

You grab the back of his neck and pull him closer to you, a small smile gracing your lips.

Your thumb grazes Semi’s bottom lip, dragging it down every so slightly before releasing it, enjoying the way he seems to unravel under your touch.

“Shut up and kiss me, will you?” you murmur, trying to keep your cool as your heart hammers against your chest loudly.

At this, Semi breaks out of his reverie and laughs, “I thought you’d never ask.”

a/n: if you’ve made it this far, please feel free to let me know what you think about this fic! and please REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED mwah <3

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f1nalboys · 3 years

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HIHIHIHIHI

randy introducing his s/o to his group please (sidney, billy, tatum, etc)???? :3 <3

THIS IS THE CUTEST REQUEST IN THE HISTORY OF EVER THANK YOU SM!!!!! it might be a little ooc for billy and stu because I didn't make them meaner but honestly i was just in the mood for good old fashioned fluff so i hope it's still enjoyable!

WORD COUNT: 905

WARNINGS: none babey!! more fluff and adorable anxious randy loml

“What’s wrong?” Randy had been fiddling with his ring for the last ten minutes and, while you normally find it adorable, it was starting to worry you. He looks over at you from his spot on the fountain and sighs. Wrapping his arms around you, he kisses your cheek, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Just nervous. I don’t want them to embarrass me.” He mutters, his fingers abandoning his ring to instead play with your hand. You sigh softly. You were meeting his friends for the first time and instead of being happy, like you had been introducing him to yours, he was a nervous wreck. “What?”

“It’s just… why would they embarrass you? Doesn’t sound like they’re friends.” He hums, taking in your opinion. You knew he wouldn’t get mad but you could tell he was frustrated.

“Our friendship is different, that’s all. We all kind of tease each other and normally it’s fine, I just… I guess I’m worried they’ll make you think differently of me.” You turn your body slightly, looking at him. He wasn’t meeting your eyes and it broke your goddamn heart. You grab his chin softly, moving it to make him look at you.

“There’s nothing anyone can do to make me think differently of you.” He smiles at you and kisses you. You deepened the kiss, your hand resting on the base of his neck, his on the small of your back. You could have stayed here for hours listening to the sounds of the fountain, the chatter of passing people, and kissing the love of your life.

A voice breaks the two of you apart and you turn around to see a group of four people all staring at you with grins. “Hey there lovebirds.” The tall guy in a sweater says. The blonde next to him takes her lollipop out of her mouth and hits him on the forehead with it and you laugh. They walk up towards you, taking seats across the fountain in a way that seemed natural.

“Hi, I’m Tatum. Dumbass there is Stu, mystery man is Billy and the smoke-show next to him is Sidney. You’re Y/N, right?” You nod and she grins, holding her free hand out to give you a hand shake. “Nice to meet you! So, Randy's talked about you a lot.”

“Tatum!” Randy groans, burying his head in your shoulder. You chuckle, resting your hand on his own and grinning. “Has he now? All good things, I hope.” She nods, her eyes flitting between the two of you, her smile growing.

“Yeah, it’s basically all he talked about.” Stu says and the others murmur in agreement. “Started thinking he was making you up, honestly.”

Randy flips him off, earning a big grin from the man. So this was where the teasing came in. “Stu, lay off him. So, how’d you two meet?” Sidney asks, giving you a bright smile that instantly calms any nerves you might have had. You answer, teasing Randy about how nervous he had been, and poking fun at yourself for how you had lost the ability to speak after your first kiss. The group found it cute, and the rest of the day went on without a hitch.

“You two are so cute!” Tatum says, her hand wrapped around Stu’s forearm. She glares up at him teasingly and he shrugs, grabbing her by the waist and picking her up. You were all walking back to your cars and you could practically feel Randy’s exhaustion from his hand. “It was great meeting you, honestly. Sorry about the boys, they don’t know when to not be assholes,”

You grin, nodding your head. Billy and Stu let out noises of disagreement which Tatum shuts down with a single look. “It’s alright, I had fun too. And trust me, if it had gone too far I am not opposed to kicking some ass.” She grins.

“I like you.” Sidney says, Tatum nodding in agreement. You reach your car and say your goodbyes to the group, exchanging phone numbers to plan another meet up. Randy instantly deflates once his door shuts and you turn slightly, watching him. He was in the driver's seat, his head flush against the headrest, and his eyes were closed.

“Did you have fun?” He asks, his voice tired. One of his eyes open and he glances at you and you nod. He sighs in relief, opening his other eye and turning the key in the ignition, the car starting. “Thank god.”

You grab ahold of his hand and repeat the action he does to you; you kiss his knuckles and rest his hand against your cheek. He smiles softly, looking at you with his eyes filled with love. It was a look you were never, ever, ever going to get tired of. “You shouldn’t worry so much, babe. Your friends love you, they just have a… different way of showing it. In fact, I think they made me love you more.”

He squints his eyes at you, waiting for you to elaborate as he begins to drive back to your apartment. “I mean, the story Billy told of the pool party he had with you and Stu? That was adorable.” He groans loudly.

“God, I hate that asshole! I swear it was an accident! Why would I even take my pants off in the pool? That was Stu’s thing!”

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beautiful-and-terrible · 3 years

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dazed ‘n‘ confused (part 3)

A/N: 3500 fuckin’ words y’all lmaooo i am so stupidly invested in this dumbass and his hot neighbor.

Ship: Rodrick Heffley x OFC

Warnings: underage drinking / drug usage, dubious consent (both parties inebriated), swearing, etc.

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Nicole shouldn’t have worried so much about what to wear. When she showed up in Rodrick’s garage, his friends Ben and Chris were there, both dressed in ripped jeans and flannel shirts paired over band t-shirts. By comparison, Nicole’s black skater skirt and combat boots felt almost fancy.

“Hey, I’m Ben,” the dark-haired one holding a red electric guitar came up to her and gave her a fist bump. She almost laughed, not having fist-bumped anyone since she was 13. “Nicole,” she replied, smiling.

“I’m Chris!” the blonde called over, waving, before turning back to adjusting his microphone and checking the settings on their audio.

Rodrick seemed to appreciate her style, at least. He came through the garage door, carrying a four-pack of Monster energy and whistled, giving her a quick up-and-down glance, “Hey, groupie.”

Nicole punched his arm as he walked by. “I came here to listen to you play, so… play.”

“Your wish is my command,” Rodrick said with a dramatic bow.

Nicole found a relatively comfortable spot as far from the speakers as she could get - this wasn’t a concert, but loud speakers could still be painful after an extended period of time. The clack of Rodrick’s drumsticks alerted her, and before she knew it there was a blast of noise and a blur of limbs.

Honestly, he wasn’t bad, Nicole thought to herself after they had played a few songs. He could use a little more control, but what musician didn’t get caught up in their music? Glancing outside, Nicole saw that it was finally growing dark out. The sky had turned a soft purple, and she could see a few fireflies flashing in the cooling grass. She checked the time on her phone - 9:15.

“Hey, do you guys know Caitlin?” she asked the group. They turned to look at her.

“Caitlin Irving or Caitlin Peters?” Ben asked, taking an impressive gulp of Monster before burping loudly. The boys fell into fits of laughter. Nicole couldn’t help laughing, too.

“I don’t know her last name, she works at Starbucks, though.”

“Ohhhhhh, Caitlin! Yeah, we know her. Why?”

“She invited me to a party tonight, but I don’t really know anyone but her. Would you guys wanna be my plus-three?”

Ben and Chris high-fived each other, and Rodrick saluted her with his drumstick, whacking himself in the head in the process. Nicole hid a laugh behind her hand, not wanting to embarrass him. “For sure, Nikky. As long as there's drinks, we’ll be there,” Chris said.

“C’mon, we can take my van,” Rodrick said, shoving his drumsticks in his back pocket and running inside to grab his keys. The other boys started down the driveway toward the white van, garishly painted with the band's name on the side in bold, black letters.

When Rodrick returned, Nicole gave him a smug look. “I thought it needed repairs?”

Rodrick stopped walking mid-stride, looking like a puppet caught on its strings. “Uh. Yeah. Well. My dad helped, when you were over at your house. Getting ready. It’s fine now. He’s the best mechanic I know.”

“Uh-huh. You sure you didn’t just… want to ride home with me from work?”

Rodrick scoffed. “You wish.” But as he rounded the front of the car to the drivers side, you caught the scarlet color of his cheeks against his tan skin. As if he could be any more endearing, he even offered Nicole shotgun. Chris grumbled the entire time, but begrudgingly gave you the seat he had worked so hard to acquire.

“First stop - Capital. Ben has a fake, so we can BYOB,” Rodrick said, practically peeling out of the driveway. Nicole clutched the seat for dear life, heart stuck in her throat.

“Are you sure this thing is secure?” she squeaked, feeling the seat shaking a little in its bolts.

“No one has been ejected yet, Nikky,” Rodrick laughed.

“Go-go gadget get me the fuck out of here,” Nicole groaned, planting her feet on the floor to try and stop herself from flying forward as Rodrick squealed to a stop in front of a seedy looking liquor store.

Ben barely avoided taking the sliding door off its tracks when he opened the door. Chris lit a cigarette in the back, the acrid scent wafting to the front of the van. Nicole didn’t mind the smell much - honestly it reminded her of her Grandmother's house - but she hoped the smell didn’t linger on her clothes. That would be hard to explain to her mom. Speaking of, she sent off a quick text to her parents telling them that she’d be back late. Luckily, Nicole had always been the responsible type, so her parents trusted her to make good decisions and as a result, let her have free reign of her life (especially now that she was 18).

Ben returned after a few minutes, carrying a 24 pack of Natty Light and lighting his own cigarette.

“You have the address?” Rodrick asked, and you showed him Caitlins text.

“Yo, that's in Heather Hill’s neighborhood. Maybe we can tee-pee her house later,” Rodrick said, already zooming off again.

“Heather Hills?”

“Major bitch,” Chris called from the back of the van. Rodrick shrugged. “She’s not a bitch she’s just… not very nice.”

Nicole laughed, “You don’t have to defend the honor of all women by not calling her a bitch. If she’s a bitch, I believe you.”

Rodrick looked at you out of the corner of his eye, thinking briefly.

“Yeah, she’s a stone-cold bitch. She ran over my foot once. With her car.”

Nicole grimaced in sympathy.

“Last year, we played at her Sweet Sixteen party, and Rodrick broke her ice sculpture bust. It was awesome,” Ben said.

“Oh, so you aren’t always perfect?” Nicole teased. Rodrick flipped her off.

Soon, they pulled up in front of Caitlin’s house. Nicole could already hear loud music from outside the house, and there were rainbow strobe lights flashing in the windows. Swallowing her nervousness, she followed Rodrick, Chris and Ben up the front walkway.

As they walked in the house, Nicole was hit by the fragrant, herbal smell of weed. From far away, the music had seemed loud, but coming in the house the music seemed to vibrate her ribcage - it was something with a repetitive bass, stuff Nicole didn’t normally listen to but she enjoyed it nonetheless. She followed Rodrick further into the house, trying to find the kitchen, weaving between people dancing and couples making out.

There were people surrounding an island in the center of the kitchen, decorated with colorful bottles of liquor and sodas to mix with. Nicole spotted Caitlin talking to a tall black guy, drinking out of a red solo cup. Nicole gave her a wave, and Caitlin excitedly came over to greet her.

“Hey! I’m so glad you made it.”

“Yeah, me too. I haven’t actually ever been to a high school party.”

Caitlin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Well, you’re gonna have one hell of a first high school party experience, girly. Let's get you a drink.”

Caitlin turned to the kitchen island and poured about four shots of rum and filled the rest with coke in a red solo cup. Nicole took a sip. She could barely tell it was spiked, so she took a few more chugs and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

“Do you wanna dance?” Caitlin asked, and Nicole nodded before following her back to the living room. Already, the rum was making her limbs feel looser and her brain fuzzy. She finished the rest of it in one go, enjoying the feeling of her nervousness and insecurities fading away. Nicole had never been unpopular, per say, but she tended to stay to herself and only had a few close friends at her old school, anyway. It was refreshing to feel included, and she couldn’t help feeling that this was the way her teenage years were supposed to be - loud and exciting and living moment to moment.

As they danced, Nicole swaying in place and occasionally spinning around, she couldn’t help but feeling a little awkward. Caitlin was actually a really good dancer - she knew how to move her body in all the right ways so they hit on beat with the music. Nicole envied her easy grace, but was quickly relieved when Caitlin accidentally bumped into someone, causing them to spill their drink. Nicole stifled a laugh, not at Caitlin’s expense, just at the irony of the timing. At least Nicole wasn’t the only clutz.

They had been dancing for only a few minutes before Nicole felt a hand on her waist, making her jump slightly.

“Hey, the guys and I are gonna smoke some weed in the backyard. Do you wanna come?” Rodrick said. His voice was almost in her ear, close enough that she could hear him over the blaring music, his breath tickling her sensitive skin.

She turned around to face him - in the dim light of the house, he looked much more appealing than usual - she hadn’t even noticed he had put eyeliner on, but it made the dark of his eyes look even more obsidian. Nicole nodded, giving a thumbs up, and pulled Caitlin along with her.

“I need you for moral support,” Nicole said, making Caitlin laugh.

“Have you ever smoked weed before?” Caitlin asked.

“Nope.”

Caitlin raised her eyebrows and pulled her closer as they walked to whisper in her ear.

“Okay, take a small hit the first time, don’t try to impress anyone. But breathe it fully into your lungs - I like to start by pulling it into my mouth first, and then inhaling fully. And if you cough, don’t worry, almost everyone does their first time.”

Nicole gave her a grateful look as they approached the circle of people sitting on lawn chairs in the backyard. Ben and Chris were already there, with two other girls Nicole didn’t know. However, there seemed to only be two more lawn chairs available to sit on.

Nicole was about to plop down on the grass before Caitlin grabbed her hand.

“You should sit on Rodrick’s lap,” she whispered, and Nicole almost choked on her drink.

“What?”

“Dude, he’s totally into you - I don’t know what your sitch is, but I think he’s probably a little nervous about making the first move. Just do it, and if he asks, say ‘sorry, there weren’t enough seats and I don’t wanna get bug bites from the grass.”

Nicole stared at her, mouth agape. The alcohol in her brain was telling her it might not be the worst idea ever. And you know what? Fuck it. You’re only young once. Nicole made up her mind, and squeezing Caitlin’s hand, she walked over to where Rodrick was sitting before primly making herself comfortable on his thigh.

She felt him tense beneath her immediately, before his hand came up to her waist to steady her. Before he had the chance to say anything about it, the joint was passed to him, and he took an impressive hit, the cherry glowing red at the end for several seconds. Nicole watched him with interest, hoping she wouldn’t mess up too badly and embarrass herself.

Rodrick looked up at her as he exhaled the smoke, holding the joint out to her. Not paying attention, and entranced by the eye contact they were holding, she reached out to take the joint without looking and promptly burned her hand on it.

“Fucker,” she hissed, shaking her hand to try and get rid of the pain. Rodrick just laughed.

“Do you want help?” Rodrick asked, before taking another hit of the joint. He reached up behind Nicole’s head, threading his fingers through her hair, before pulling her down close to his face, their lips inches apart. Nicole instinctively opened her mouth, half from surprise and half in anticipation of being kissed. But Rodrick simply blew a steady stream of smoke into her mouth, - their lips didn’t make contact. Belatedly, Nicole realized she was supposed to be inhaling, so she did quickly, trying to hold the smoke in her lungs for as long as possible.

Somebody wolf-whistled in the group. Nicole was pretty sure it was Caitlin.

Eventually, she ended up coughing it out, Rodrick rubbing her back but still laughing.

“You’re a green at the green, huh?” Rodrick asked, and Nicole rolled her eyes.

“That obvious?”

“Yeah, but it’s cute. I’m glad you’re having your first high with me,” Rodrick said, smiling sweetly. Nicole’s stomach fluttered. Already, she could tell that this wasn’t alcohol she was feeling anymore - the buzz she had been feeling earlier was replaced by something much slower and velvety, like the world was moving through maple syrup.

“Dude,” Nicole said after a minute, realizing she had been staring at nothing. Rodrick looked at her. She looked at him. They both started cracking up laughing.

“What are we laughing at?” Nicole hiccuped through her laughter.

“No idea,” Rodrick said, wiping his eyes free of tears of mirth.

“Rodrick, pass the J,” Ben called out, breaking the two of them from their trance. Without thinking about it, Nicole leaned back onto Rodrick’s chest, enjoying the warmth of his body. It wasn’t a cold night, per say, but Nicole was only wearing a skirt and a t-shirt, and she had always had poor circulation. She shivered involuntarily.

“Do you want my flannel?” Rodrick asked, already taking it off. Nicole sat up, ruffling his hair playfully.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you just want to show off your arms,” Nicole said, slipping on the warm blue flannel and resting her hand on Rodrick’s exposed arm, once again in a cut-off tank top. Rodrick gave her a funny look.

“What do you mean?”

Nicole suddenly found herself tongue tied. “Uh. I mean. You just wear a lot of tank tops.”

Rodrick raised an eyebrow, but said nothing else. Nicole leaned back against him again, feeling simultaneously self-conscious and exhilarated. They had never touched for this long before. She wasn’t sure exactly what was happening between them, but she liked the direction it was going. Even though they hadn’t known each other long, Nicole felt more comfortable with Rodrick than she did anyone else - even though most of the time she had known him, he had been a nuisance to her. Well… maybe not a complete nuisance.

It was funny to think that only a few days ago, Rodrick was just an annoyance she dealt with at her job and admired from afar, and now she was sitting on his lap, wearing his flannel. She leaned her head back, looking at the stars. She hadn’t noticed that Caitlin had left, but suddenly she appeared over her line of vision, grinning.

“Do you want a beer?” she asked, holding a cold can over Nicole’s forehead. Nicole reached out to take it, sitting up before cracking it open. She wasn’t in the habit of enjoying beer for the flavor, so she’d rather get drunk off it quickly. It tasted like wet cardboard, but Nicole managed to chug it down.

“Damn, girl, where’d you learn to drink like that?” Chris asked, laughing as Nicole belched loudly.

“Years of rigorous practice and intense concentration, young padawan,” Nicole replied.

“Do you wanna shotgun one with me?” Chris asked, half-joking, but Nicole was feeling overly confident from the buzz she was feeling and readily stepped up to the challenge.

“Whoever spits it out owes the other ten bucks.”

“Fuckin’ deal,” Chris grinned, Ben cheering him on as he threw a beer toward Nicole. She (surprisingly) caught it.

“Wait, gimme one,” Rodrick said, making grabby hands in Ben’s direction, who threw him a beer.

“On three, okay?” Ben counted. They all started to crack open their beers, Nicole with her house keys, Rodrick with his car keys, and Chris with his pen knife.

“One.. twoooooo…. Three!” Ben yelled, and they all tipped their heads back, drinking from the hole in the side of the can. Nicole’s eyes watered, but she was too competitive to back down now. Foam spilled out of the side of her mouth, but she kept drinking. She could hear people chanting her name as she finally threw the beer can down on the ground, raising her hands in victory. Both Rodrick and Chris were covered in beer foam, but Nicole somehow stayed relatively clean, minus the beer she wiped off her face.

“Ten motherfucking bucks, Chris,” Nicole slurred slightly, grinning at him as he pulled out a crumpled bill from his pocket and threw it at her.

“Rodrick, how the fuck did you lose, dude? You were the one who taught me how to shotgun,” Ben said, causing Nicole to throw her head back in laughter, before letting out another massive burp that lasted for several seconds. The whole group dissolved into laughter.

Eventually, the joint got finished, and people started to move back inside. However, Rodrick and Nicole stayed outside, talking about whatever came into their heads.

“Were you ever into Greek mythology as a kid?” Nicole asked, watching Rodrick’s eyes go comically large.

“Does Percy Jackson count?”

Nicole pretended to consider it deeply for a moment, before shaking her head. Rodrick pouted.

“I only got into Greek mythology because of Percy Jackson. So, I think it still counts.

“Fine. But do you know shit about the constellations they’re associated with?”

Rodrick pointed at the sky, at a random cluster of stars.

“For sure - that's Dingus Humongus, he was a Greek hero with the fattest ass known to man.”

“Sounds like my kinda guy,” Nicole replied, sticking her tongue out as Rodrick squawked in indignation.

“Besides a fat ass, what do you look for in a guy? Not, like, that I care. Just. Wondering.”

“Very good English, Rodrick,” Nicole laughed, “I guess my type is… someone kind. And funny. Someone who tries to be cool and is actually a huge dork. And musical, that's always a plus,” she said, feeling very bold as she looked directly at him. It took Rodrick a moment, but eventually his mouth formed a small “oh” as he realized who she was talking about. His eyes flicked down to her lips. Then he frowned, “I am not a dork.”

Nicole rolled her eyes, “And I’m totally not waiting for you to kiss me right now.”

Nicole watched as the color slowly rose in Rodrick’s cheeks, turning them rosy pink, visible even in the shadow-drenched backyard. Nicole decided to pull yet another risky move, and adjusted herself on Rodrick’s lap so that she was facing him, her thighs on top of his arms around his neck. For such a seemingly confident boy, Rodrick seemed more nervous than she had ever seen him, even when he asked her to come to band practice earlier. Hell, he hadn’t even been that nervous to shotgun the joint into her mouth.

“Sorry, I just… I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. I don’t wanna be bad at it,” he confessed. Just as Nicole thought she couldn’t be any more endeared by this boy. She slid her hands into his hair, thick and soft. She leaned in and gently nosed at his jawline, placing small kisses against his warm skin. Right at his jugular, he smelled like cologne and nighttime and boy, the right mix of clean and sexy. Seemingly gaining his courage, he grabbed Nicole by the back of her head and brought her up to his lips.

It was soft, at first, merely a press of skin to skin, but the two gradually deepened the kiss, moving against each other like they were made for it. Nicole felt like her heart might beat out of her chest - or maybe she was just that high.

Feeling emboldened by Rodrick’s enthusiasm, she slipped her tongue between his lips, gently tangling their tongues together. He let out a low moan, and Nicole could’ve blacked out from how turned on she was by that simple sound. The warmth of his body against hers and the slickness of their mouths together caused a rush of liquid heat to form between Nicole’s legs. Goddamn, he was good at this. Nicole wasn’t sure how many girls Rodrick had kissed before this, but if he was a rookie at this she was damn impressed.

Rodrick’s hands, which had been resting on her waist, slowly moved down her ass and under her skirt, causing Nicole to gasp as he started to knead and grab at her cheeks - not hard, but enough to get her even more hot and bothered than she thought possible.

“Is this okay?” Rodrick asked, his voice low and rough.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Nicole replied, running her fingers through his hair and scratching her nails down his neck. She felt him shiver beneath her, sending a heady rush of power to her stomach and lower. He pulled her closer to him by her ass, so that their crotches pressed together. Nicole was taken aback by the sensation of his bulge pressed against her, but didn’t pull back, instead grinding down on him.

“Are there still people out here?” Rodrick asked shakily. Nicole pulled back and looked over her shoulder - the backyard was empty, thank god.

“No, just us,” Nicole said, turning back and bringing her lips to his ear, biting and licking the sensitive flesh. Rodrick whimpered, grinding up to meet her, and Nicole almost lost it then and there.

The alcohol and weed in her system were slowing her reactions, but also kept her from thinking too much about what she was doing - all she could think about was how much she wanted this. Sober, this might’ve never happened - she was too nervous about what he would think if she ever made a move, constantly overthinking her every word and action. This dumb boy, who rode with her to work, who stayed to the end of her shift and bought her slushies, had wiggled his way into her every thought and every beat of her heart. She knew she was fucked.

She only wished it was literally.

Nicole opened her eyes briefly to catch Rodrick’s gaze, and out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed the red-and-blue flash of police lights. Rodrick caught sight of the lights at the same time.

“Oh, fuck.”

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x original female character #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #fanfiction #emo #music #band #emomusic

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Heather Part Two (j.m.)

A/N: Okay, so I have decided to start saying as little as possible in my A/Ns just to see if it brings in more interaction, if you guys want me to continue my ramblings, just shoot me a DM or something and I won’t stop them. This is a repost bc nobody saw this the first time?? Pls interact with this (preferably reblogging, but likes are good too!)

Anywho, this is the second part of Heather (my JJ imagine based on Heather by Conan Gray) and this is told from JJ’s perspective, I got this idea when I found this kinda parody/cover of the original song which will be linked below. I put some different scenes in this one too so it’s not just a retelling of my first part. Anyway, enjoy!!

Show/Movie: Outer Banks

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: Sad, angst, longing, negative thoughts about oneself (appearance, personality, etc), comparing to other people, jealousy, unspoken feelings

Might do a part three? I’ll probably do a part three.

Heather Cover by Zachary Tay

Part One | Part Two - You’re here!

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He didn’t technically see her when she arrived at the beach, but he still knew she was there before she wandered down the dunes. He couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder, trying to get a peek of her. There she was, her shoes swinging by her side, her hair blowing in the wind as she walked. She didn’t look towards the group of her friends, instead, she scanned the beach and JJ found himself missing her gorgeous eyes. He watched her, her eyes slowly drifting towards the fire JJ sat at. In a spilt second, their eyes connected and JJ wished he could stay in her gaze forever, but her eyes were ripped from his as she breezed past the group.

The girl under his arm laughed loudly, making him draw his eyes away from Y/N. He looked at the black-haired girl (Heather) donned in his sweater, clinging to him as she laughed at something John B had said. “What’s so funny,” JJ asked, trying to play off his absence. He didn’t really listen to John B’s recount. “Oh, must have had to heard it in the moment, I guess.” He mumbled, his eyes following Y/N as Jack, her co-worker from The Wreck ran towards her, a large smile on his face. He took in Y/N’s appearance, the sweater she wore was too big for her, it certainly wasn’t hers. It dawned on him like a lighting strike; it was Jack’s sweater. He felt a pang in his heart, remembering how she looked in his own sweater, the very sweater Heather wore right in that moment.

He remembered how good Y/N looked in his sweater and how often she wore it after he had given it to her. On Heather, it was just a piece of polyester fabric, but on Y/N, it was much more than just a sweater. The day she gave his sweater back to him was the day he concluded that she didn’t like him. He couldn’t imagine how he even thought she would like him, he’s not even good enough for his father and he could barely stand himself. How the hell would Y/N want him if he didn’t even want himself? He didn’t even understand how Heather liked him.

His eyes followed Jack as he ran off once again, obviously apologizing profusely to Y/N. Jack was everything JJ wasn’t: sweet, smart, hard-working, career driven, and loved. JJ wanted to hate Jack, but he couldn’t, he was too good of a person. He could see that Y/N and Jack would make a good couple, he could see why Y/N would have her gaze set on him. His dark hair, his tall stature, his boy-next-door smile - he was the complete package.

Setting his eyes on Y/N yet again, he saw her sit down on a piece of driftwood, staring out at the ocean as the waves lapped up towards her barefeet. He let himself imagine that the sweater she was wrapped up in was his. He often replayed the December night he gave his sweater to her in his head, imagining that he had actually done what he wanted - kissing her. He liked to live in that alternate story at night, laying in his bed. He sighed, glad he didn’t kiss her in the long-run, for he didn’t know who he liked more: Y/N or Heather. “JJ, you should tell Heather about that one time when John B was high off his ass when CPS came knocking on his door.” Kie laughed, capturing JJ’s attention from the girl sitting on the driftwood.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure.” JJ laughed, remembering that day as he launched into his story. Though his eyes weren’t on her, Y/N still plagued his mind, having been there that day as well, skipping school to smoke with JJ and John B. He laughed as he retold the story, poking fun at John B, but leaving Y/n out of the story, not wanting to pull her into his fling with Heather, knowing there will be drama if he did.

Though he was immersed in the story he was telling, he still noticed Y/N standing and walking along the beach, leaving the party before it even started. The bleeding colours in the sky made her skin glow with pink and orange, making her look like the figure of beauty. As she walked away, JJ could have cried. He didn’t understand how he, the boy who wanted nothing to do with the messiness of love, ended up in this situation.

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The words Kie had told him earlier rattled in his brain like a single pill in a bottle. His mind played that moment back like a movie reel continuously playing. Once it ended, it restarted again. Like a painful torture device used to drive him to the brink of insanity.

“I don’t get why Y/N keeps avoiding us! We never see her anymore, not since Heather started hanging out with us,” JJ groaned, plunking himself down on the couch dramatically. He had asked Y/N earlier at school (after cornering her at her locker) if she wanted to have a movie night just like old times, but she had told him she was going to study for a big biology test she had. “Why does she even need to study anyway? She’s at the top of her biology class, only second to Pope, of course.” JJ threw in the last comment, pleasing his friend who sat beside him on the couch, a freshly popped bowl of popcorn in his lap.

“You guys do know why, right?” Kie asked, looking over her shoulder at them as she shifted through the DVD collection, the group deciding to go old school for the night. JJ shook his head while John B and Pope both nodded, making noises of understanding. JJ looked around, confusion clearly painted on his face.

“Y/N still likes JJ.” Pope commented, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth, chewing it as if what he had just said was common knowledge.

“What?” JJ asked, panicked, glad that Heather was hanging out with some of her other friends tonight instead of being with them. If she had been here, he would have never be given this piece of information.

“You didn’t know?” John B asked, bewildered that JJ hadn’t picked up on anything.

“Obviously not-” JJ cried, his eyes wide.

“It was obvious, we all thought you had known by at least December third when you gave her your sweater, we thought that was you making your move on her finally.” Kie explained, shrugging.

JJ still couldn’t believe that. If only he had seen how much she liked him, maybe he wouldn’t be praying for his eyes to catch her’s every time she walked by him. Maybe he wouldn’t want to cry every time they broke eye contact. Maybe he wouldn’t have assumed she likes Jack. He groaned, flopping around in the spare bed at John B’s, staring up at the dark ceiling as moonlight casted the window’s shadow onto the white surface.

If he had known how much Y/N liked him that night, he wouldn’t be questioning who he liked more still. Maybe he didn’t like Heather at all. Now that he knew that Y/N likes him, he started to realize that maybe he didn’t truly like Heather, instead, only liking the idea of the distraction from the one he really liked. Though he realized this, he couldn’t do anything about it anytime soon. He had plans to eat lunch tomorrow with Heather and the group, he couldn’t break up with Heather at The Wreck.

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Y/N was working today. That was the whole reason they were eating at The Wreck, to see her. John B and Pope missed her, Kie was able to see her during the shifts they shared or during shift changes, but the boys hadn’t seen her. JJ and Heather stood on the deck, leaning against the railing and JJ was giving the performance of his life. He couldn’t have Heather thinking that something was going on with him (he still had no idea who he liked more) so he was trying to act as normal as possible around her despite the fact that a war raged in his mind.

He tried to keep his eyes on Heather as she talked adamantly. JJ nodded along, not really listening. Heather was beautiful and kind, but JJ grew bored easily. They had nothing in common. He was a surfer, she was from the city filled with concrete buildings and shopping malls. She just didn’t understand the joy in the little things. When JJ wanted to stargaze, she’d rather gaze at a TV screen. When JJ wanted to just sit on the beach and listen to the waves, she wanted to take pictures. When JJ just wanted to sit on his surfboard and let the waves roll under him, she didn’t want to ruin her make-up.

Her hand squeezed his as she asked him about the stores he shopped at. He, not wanting to ignore her, joined her one-sided conversation and explained his mode of gaining clothes. She listened for the most part, but listening wasn’t really Heather’s strong suit. She loved to talk, not that JJ minded, but he would also like to have a conversation without being interrupted with a completely different story. He shot a glance in through the door, seeing Y/N at a table, talking with the costumers. She nodded, a shining smile on her face. JJ loved talking with Y/N. She’d listen, she’d talk. He’d listen, he’d talk. It was a perfectly balanced conversation with Y/N.

He looked back down at Heather when she had asked him yet another question, but JJ wasn’t listening. “I’m sorry, what?” He asked, blinking. Heather giggled, thinking JJ was just a spacey type person who stared off in the distance, zoning out easily.

“I asked about your shark tooth necklace, I’ve always wanted one.” She told him, the hand, that wasn’t in his, reaching up to fiddle with the shark tooth. JJ looked down at it, smiling fondly.

“My friend made it for me with the shark tooth I found, I’ve never taken it off since they gave it to me.” He left out that it was Y/N who made it for him while she was going through her necklace making phase in middle school. She had made it too big originally, but it was okay since JJ grew since then.

“Oh, well, maybe I could wear it sometime,” Heather asked flirtatiously. JJ gulped, not knowing what to say. He didn’t want to give it to her, but he didn’t want to start a fight before they ate a meal with his friends in public. Instead of answering, he pressed his lips to her’s in a lingering, long kiss. Heather smiled, giggling against his lips. Pulling away from the kiss, JJ glanced at the parking lot to see if John B and Pope were there yet, but his eyes came up with nothing. Heather shivered as a strong wind blew by them. “I’m a little cold.”

JJ looked down at her, seeing that she didn’t have his sweater on. It was different, when Y/N had his sweater, she always wore it, or at least brought it, just in case she got cold. Heather didn’t bring it anywhere unless JJ asked about it. Wordlessly, JJ unlaced their fingers, dropping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him. “I wonder if Y/N is cold? She doesn’t have a sweater on, only a t-shirt.” He thought, watching the parking lot out of the corner of his eye. He sighed, trying to clear his mind.

“Yo! Let’s get some grub! I’m starving,”John B cheered, piling out of the van with Pope who cheered in agreement. JJ pulled away a bit too quick to play it off as normal while John B and Pope jogged up the stairs, their sneakers slapping the wooden deck. They walked right into the restaurant, leaving Heather and JJ to follow them. The bell above the door dinged, making Y/N and Jack look up from what they were doing. JJ looked up, seeing Jack leaning across Y/N, his shoulder touching her torso ever so lightly as he cleaned up spilt water. “Hi, Y/N! Where is your section?” John B asked.

“Sorry, John B, I’ll have to take your table so she can get cleaned up, next time.” Jack told him, getting another dry towel to try and help her dry her clothes so she wasn’t dripping everywhere. JJ could sense John B’s disappointment, and he had to admit he was a little bit disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to hear Y/N’s sweet voice that he missed so much.

“Thanks, Jack,” John B nodded his chin in Jack’s direction. “Maybe we’ll talk before we leave, Y/N.” Y/N looked back up from her shirt at the mention of her name, nodding. Their eyes connected as Kie and Heather jumped into a conversation. Every time their eyes connected, it was such a relief to JJ it truly was a sight for sore eyes. Much to his disappointment, their eye contact was gone as fast as it came when Jack interrupted.

“That should be good, Y/N,” She looked from JJ’s eyes to meet Jack’s. The sight of her eyes connecting with Jack’s made JJ want to cry, missing that tiny connection that seemed to be the extent of their friendship these days. “You should go get changed, I’ll take these to the table for you, table four, right?” The group started to move, but JJ wanted to stay there, see if their eye would meet again before she disappeared to change, but he had to go with them. He was just out of earshot when she replied to Jack who carried the tray of drinks towards table four effortlessly.

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He knew he shouldn’t have done this at school. He was kicking himself as Heather weeped, her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, Heather,” He whispered, nervously looking at the crowd watching them. They were stood next to the side of the building, the crowd gathering in the parking lot. He had tried to do it privately, but he also wanted a clean cut. When he saw his sweater in Heather’s hand, he had known that today was the day. “It’s just not working out.” He tried to console her, his fist gripping the sweater he held now.

The group watching whispered, making JJ roll his eyes. Now he was going to be painted the villain, the heartless asshole who broke up with the girl in front of the whole school even though they just see her weeping and gasping, not the part where JJ was actually considerate for once. Normally, it was a harsh slap to his cheek and a few tears slipping past their eyes as they walked away, not full on sobs. Especially since they were only going out for three weeks - tops.

Heather looked up from her hands, letting her arms swing at her sides as she glared at JJ. Black streaks of makeup cascading down her cheeks. With a final, harsh glare at JJ, she ran off, the group of people parting to let her through. JJ watched her run, his shoulders deflating at his ruined chance of keeping the break-up private. His eyes landed on one of the pairs of people Heather parted in her haste to escape: Y/N and Jack. They stood side by side, Jack holding both their books in his hands, both their bookbag straps on his shoulders.

The group quickly dispersed, giving JJ a perfect view of them. He could see Jack say something to Y/N before she said something back, their eyes catching each other, once again making eye contact. JJ was so absorbed in her eyes that he didn’t notice the sympathetic smile she sent his way. It felt like forever as he stared into her eyes, her just staring back. He wanted her to stay, he wanted to stay, but he couldn’t just break-up with Heather and then turn around, rush towards Y/N, sweep her off her feet and profess his love for her - then he would be an asshole.

“Come on, Y/N, let’s go. We can’t be late for our shift.” JJ heard Jack tell her, forcing her to break away from JJ’s eyes. He felt tears prick his eyes at the loss of their moment. His eyes never left her, once again hoping for their eyes to connect again, even though he had to watch her eyes connect with Jack’s which caused his heart to throb painfully. Watching her turn and walk towards Jack’s pick-up truck was the sight that made him want to die, then the pain in his heart would stop - right? The picture of her sitting in his passanger seat didn’t sit right with JJ. The thump of Jack tossing their books and bags in the bed of his truck made JJ flinch, but he still never took his eyes off Y/N, not even when Jack slipped onto the bench seat beside her, starting his truck and slamming his door.

His pleas were answered when Y/N turned to gaze out the window, their eyes connecting once again in a fleeting moment before Jack slowly pulled out of the spot, exiting the nearly empty parking lot. JJ watched the truck as it drove down the road, waiting until it was out of his sight before he moved. He found out who he liked more. It was Y/N. It was always Y/N.

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mautlie · 3 years

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@patroklides sent: ✿ | micaiah+pelleas and hubert+byleth or caspar? 👁 ( prompt. )

FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other .

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other .

FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other .

ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based off of circumstance / based off professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other .

MICAIAH + PELLEAS:

when it comes to micaiah and pelleas, i think a lot about them as people who clearly hold one another in high regard but are both unable to navigate socializing with others, creating the tension that might exist between them. i in general tend to write pelleas with an unrequited crush on micaiah, though if you are uncomfortable with that, feel free to let me know and i can play it strictly platonically!

but yeah! i think a lot about how pelleas wants to be closer to micaiah due to how she reads him so well and seems to understand him truly, but palace life post-part i and the gifts of excess that he gives her canonically seem to make her uncomfortable, so she doesn’t spend much time in the palace leaving pelleas lonely but understanding that he can’t stop her. they both yearn for the same things, but their professional relationship of a liege lord + a retainer keeps things stifled.

the reason i put penpals is because i think it could be sweet if pelleas tries to get over his inability to speak well by first using writing to help his dialogue, and well, it’d be his way of getting to reach out to micaiah without feeling like he’s inconveniencing her. i could see that being either midgame OR postgame!

a lot of the romance category is up in the air and probably would require more plotting, and so i don’t want to say too much if you’re not comfortable with it, but a lot of what i said in the prior paragraphs applies here too. >_0b

HUBERT + BYLETH:

highly variable depending upon what route byleth takes, and i’ll admit my three houses muses are my newer ones, so i have less thoughts on them so far, but!! i think it could be interesting to explore these two for sure!

given edelgard’s interest in byleth, i imagine then that hubert would be keeping an eye on byleth in the interest of his liege lord. for hubert, someone who has lived a very intense life rife with political drama and trauma and having to navigate it for the sake of his goals which he holds dear, it’s a wild contrast to byleth who has lived this world very sheltered ( though still obviously not innocent given his mercenary background ) and is unaware of many of what goes on underneath fódlan’s nobility. byleth also hasn’t figured out what his goals are exactly, what’s worth fighting for, what his identity is, etc. ... the exact opposite of hubert who would do anything for his ambitions and knows his role as edelgard’s shadow very well.

i just am in general weak for playing off these types of contrasts / foils, and i think it could work really well either with them as allies ( and thus byleth begins to learn to understand hubert as time goes on ) or be played tragically with them as enemies ( for hubert who has everything to strive for, losing at the hand of byleth who has nothing in mind... Spicie... )

HUBERT + CASPAR:

i vaguely recall liking their supports, but i think they’re another fun duo to potentially explore! hubert, the man who fights as edelgard’s shadow. caspar, the guy who fights loudly and boldly meanwhile on the front lines. they seem as different as night and day, but they’re still on the same side.

i think i’m most interested in them post-white clouds, potentially exploring that period of time where byleth isn’t awake? there’s a lot that changes in adrestia at that time, and hubert and caspar are both growing into their roles. i think someone as emotionally intelligent as caspar could be interesting to challenge hubert when need be but is still someone that’s supporting him. a good potential growth from classmates as foretold by lineage to instead a real bond.

caspar exchanging letters with hubert to report on happenings around the continent, talking with him when he stops by in between missions for edelgard, etc. ofc i’m also down for potential betrayals / them on different sides of the war too!

the stuff with childhood / family friends is mostly to signal my being open to exploring how their houses might’ve interacted pregame. i think it’s reasonable for them to maybe have come across one another once or twice as children, especially given their fathers’ roles in the empire.

#// my more in-depth thoughts below the cut! :> did all three cause why not haha #patroklides #+. / inbox.#+. / ooc.#long post ---

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pondermoniums · 3 years

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Harringrove husband/dads headcanon! I’m working my omegaverse story today, so there’s a sprinkling of that too, but~

Steve’s love languages are quality time and physical touch/proximity. He needs to be physically close to the people he cares about.

It takes Billy a long time to figure out that he’s an actions kind of guy. This manifests in all sorts of ways: putting his ego aside to really say what he means, make Steve breakfast even though he thinks putting ketchup on eggs is some sort of blasphemy, etc.

Obviously these qualities come with their own drawbacks. Steve’s bad days mean he can be really overbearing; and because he’s self-conscious about it, he over corrects and completely withdraws from Billy until Billy figures it out and glues himself to Steve for as long as he needs.

Billy sometimes can’t just calm down with a really long hug or cuddle session. He needs actions given to him as well as doing them. Of course Steve is happy to provide, but Billy’s a doer, not a talker.

So imagine being a tiny tott, and seeing your grumpy dads kind of staring each other down with loud silent treatments until one of them breaks. Steve might ease himself beside Billy and feather-lightly rest his head on Billy’s shoulder while he’s shredding potatoes for dinner. A soft whisper is answered by a hard reply, and then an earnest whisper before Billy finally comes down to meet Steve halfway. And then Steve finishes making dinner for Billy, while Billy stays, if only to have his knee leaning against Steve the whole time.

The dads are kind of ridiculous, a lot of embarrassing, but a whole lot in love. And whenever one of them has to go out of town, or is working particularly late, or had to go into work early, and the other has to do their morning routine without the other, that empty space is really felt throughout the house.

These dramatic dads behave like someone died. Steve pulls out Billy’s mug before realizing with a heaved sigh that he’s wasting coffee if he makes enough for two.

Their son takes the mug before Steve can put it away, and finds a use for it. Eats cereal out of it, if he has too. Their daughter curls up with Steve on the couch in Billy’s place during morning cartoons. It’s a race to the phone for one of the kids to inform, “Daddy, come home for lunch. Papa’s moody.”

“Is he pregnant?”

“I AM NOT PREGNANT!”

A snort comes through the phone. “I’m on my way.”

Billy stiffly serves dinner like the world is balanced on his shoulders until their little girl sees the stress ease from her daddy’s face when she tells him, “I called papa. He’s bringing your favorite. Red velvet.”

He tells her, “Thanks, baby,” before his son distracts him with a tug on his sweatpants. Billy scoops an arm under his butt without thinking. Just heaving him up easily, only for their youngest to koala wrap around him. Even when Billy sits down to eat, his baby boy stays on his lap until Steve finally comes through the door, loudly announcing himself by dropping his keys, bag, and probably the cake he picked up on the way home. Because cake, why not?

And their kids try to ignore the sighs and kissing noise from the tiny foyer.

• • • • •

Once the kids are able to go to friends’ houses and see the difference, an unspoken understanding happens, both for them as well as their friends. The Harrington-Hargrove house is THE SPOT for everyone to hang out.

Alpha Billy knows how to ride just about any kind of board, and hosts whole neighborhood lessons for skateboarding, or for jaunts to the beach, surfing. Omega Steve (although nobody can tell the difference, and their kids don’t spill the details because they picked up real fast on prejudice bullshit) provides the safety for when one of the friends discovers their mom’s wine closet way too early in life. He’s a mom, dad, and loyal, rowdy uncle rolled into one, so the kids feel safe coming to him for their alcohol and weed curiosity in their pre-teen/teen years. That doesn’t mean he’s giving beer to twelve year olds, but he’s also not berating the kids for their natural curiosities.

Yes, eventually their house is the place where the teens smoke and drink cheap, sweet wine. But it’s better than dangerous jungle juice at a stranger’s house party.

And as fun as a pack of teens might be, a loving environment is magnetic. Steve and Billy lived their teen years through those parties because they needed something that they weren’t getting at home. Turns out, a quieter bonfire in an intimate backyard after a day at the beach drew the kids and their friends far more often than the parties.

Steve and Billy never hide their affection for one another. As the last log burns out in their fire pit, it’s been many years and the kids feel comfortable finally approaching the subject with them. How they do it: stay in love and liking one another. How open they are about things.

Steve admits, I think if I saw my parents hug more, I would be a different person.

Billy agrees. Too many broken plates in my house. I didn’t want to became a permanently violent person.

Steve laughed, Just see what doesn’t work and try differently, I guess. Too many hush-hush things in my house. My parents’ marriage was so under-wraps that they couldn’t dig themselves out to talk to one another.

Billy: Your parents were walking around like it was still the 1950s.

Steve: My mom’s beehive hair is legendary.

Billy: That explains a lot.

The conversation scares the kids in a very calm, adult way. A little bit of the real world, given to them in the safety of their best friends’ back yard, moderated by two dads who are able to guffaw over, Thank god they saw the light of divorce. Is your mom still coming over next month?

#I don't know what this is #i need to be stopped #but it's out of my brain now #so that's good #harringrove #head canon #dads au #omegaverse #harringrove parents #it's kind of a mix of stuff #pondermoniums

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spaceflower07 · 3 years

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I'm going to talk about the Alice in Wonderland official art we were blessed with

Ivan - Dormouse: This is honestly the one I disagree with most because Cheshire just screams Ivan. If Ivan was a cat he would be Cheshire. Or maybe he just seems to be the more calmer person, and that's why they put him as Dormouse. Dormouse was a walking corpse who's clearly exhausted and is in desperate need of a nap, but I think Ivan wouldn't be tired, he would just be a calm and neutral person who goes along with whatever happens to him (So technically he has no energy to resist) Arthur - Queen of Hearts: now this makes sense. I debated over putting him for the Queen but then I thought "Nah, he's a jerk not a narcissist" but still, the main point of the Queen is that she has major anger issues and beheads anyone who makes a mistake. While it's an exaggeration of what Arthur would actually do, it's still something he would do if he was more of a jerk than he is now. Kiku - White Rabbit: no objections, it's perfect, it makes sense and Kiku is adorable in his outfit. Feliciano - Cheshire: Once again, I don't understand. Cheshire is sly, creepy, manipulative, causes people frustration for his own amusement and loves to mess with people lower than him. Feliciano is none of those things. But then again, he could be a Cheshire with good intentions and actually wants to help people. Like, a nicer and more innocent version of Cheshire, always smiling but it's cute not creepy. Ludwig: I honestly didn't know much about the Knave of Hearts until I did some research. He's...quite the interesting fellow, I must say. He is the Queen's assassin and apparently the Queen loves him romantically or something. He tries to seduce Alice, gets sentenced for it but lies and gets her in trouble instead, tries to kill the queen, etc. While Ludwig is most definitely not the type to do that, I think he would be an alternate version. He would be a loyal and honest devotee to Arthur but that would be it. He's a serious person who plays by the rules, he's the assassin who is highly favored by Arthur platonically because Ludwig follows rules to the tee and has never, not once, made a mistake because of it. And Hearts Queen!Arthur hates people who makes mistakes. They are close work-wise. Personal friend wise, it's like they're strangers. Alfred - March Hare: Makes sense, no objections. Alfred probably has ADHD in canon, gets easily distracted, is a loud person who comes off as eccentric, and a playful person who's mood can take a 180 in less than 0.5 seconds. Dormouse, Hatter and March were a very eccentric trio who loved tea and would celebrate days that aren't birthdays. Basically, they're always together. And that means that Ivan, Francis and Alfred are always together too. I love them. I love them as a trio. RusAme and Papa France? Francis as a third wheel but he enjoys it? Ivan and Alfred having tea together? the three of them dancing and celebrating together everyday? YES PLEASE. Francis - Mad Hatter: I did watch the disney film, and Hatter wasn't too weird. He seemed to also have a personality disorder and his moods can change very quickly. He was more neutral/nicer compared to March who threw a teacup at the Knave and snapped at Alice for having no manners. Hatter in the Burton version was also quite sane I believe, at least he was a helpful and wise. Still mischievous and loves to annoy others, but he was above average for Wonderland. Francis would be Hatter in Burton's version, definitely. Maybe not as eccentric though. I love the thought that he would be with Ivan and Alfred constantly, as he is close with both. A father figure to Alfred and a great friend to Ivan. I love the idea of them all singing, dancing, and having fun together everyday. Yao: The caterpillar was a very irritable person who did not take kindly to being insulted. He had a passion for poetry and actually had good advice on how to help Alice. Yao himself is irritable and mature, and always snaps at anyone who insults him (mostly of being old). Saying the mushroom had the remedy is such a Yao move and I can't explain why. He's usually a laid back and relaxed

person until someone makes fun of him. I don't know who Alice would be. Maybe Peter. Alice herself was very young and had a british accent, so I guess it would make sense for Peter. Alice also knew how to be annoyed and stand up for herself, and also was a curious person. I can imagine Peter being like that. Alice was considered to very young in comparison to the old wonderland creatures, so it fits. I imagine that Peter's father (head canon of mine) disappeared mysteriously one day and immediately afterwards he saw Kiku with bunny ears running away saying he was late for something, so he followed him thinking that had to do with his father's disappearance. He fell down the rabbit hole, ate and drank the food that adjusted his sizes, then went out. He ran after Kiku and followed him thinking he could lead him to his father, but eventually lost sight of him. Then Feliciano appears as the Cheshire and helps him find Kiku (but gets distracted by things a lot so he strays off topic, annoying Peter). He meets up with Kiku again in his house and tries to ask him about his father but Kiku is too busy scurrying around to even hear him. After Kiku is done bustling around he leaves his house in a hurry, while Peter spots a cake tart on the table and eats it but becomes large. He drinks a glass of milk that turns him tiny. Peter runs out of the house and is horrified by how large everything is, until Feliciano comes again and directs him to Yao, saying that he will be able to fix his height. Peter eventually reached Yao, but was bothered by all the smoke. After Yao finished dramatically reciting a poem and turning into a butterfly, he advised Peter to take a chunk out of the two sides of the mushroom since one will make him tall while one will make him small. After a bit of trial and error Peter managed to figure out which is which and stuffed both mushrooms into his pockets. He wandered into the forest again, wondering where to go next when Feliciano appeared yet again. Peter asked where he ought to go but Feliciano said that it didn't matter where he went just as long as he got somewhere. Peter thought it made sense so he set off in a random direction. He eventually stumbled upon the Mad Tea Party. Francis, Ivan and Alfred were all singing and dancing together. He sat down on one of the chairs and clapped once they were done, surprising the three. Alfred was first to speak up and loudly but nicely welcomed him to the tea party. Peter thought they were quite eccentric, and as someone who grew up living under constant etiquette and rules, was both frustrated and surprised to see that they were breaking every single rule of dining but nonetheless, enjoyed their performances. After they had calmed down, Peter asked them if they knew his father. It didn't ring and bells for them until Peter described him: "He has unruly hair, green eyes and ridiculously thick eyebrows. His name is Arthur." The three were in shock for a while before dragging Peter to the Red Castle. There, Arthur himself is playing golf with his loyal knight, Ludwig. Peter was shocked, and so was Arthur.

#hetalia alice in wonderland #hetalia #hws #hws america #hws russia #hws france #hws japan #hws germany #hws england #hws china #hws sealand #hws italy #hws veneziano

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