𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧
pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader
word count: 2.6k
summary: y/n joins the triplets on the cut the camera podcast to talk about having a boyfriend who’s a triplet, social media, and hobby’s
warnings: dirty/sexual jokes, established relationship, swearing, sexual innuendos, not a warning but thank you @whoetoshaw for some inspiration. please check her out! i will probably make another one 🤍
“Good morning campers, welcome back to the cut the camera podcast. It’s your host Nick Sturniolo,” Nick introduced, “Matt Sturniolo,” Matt told the camera, “and Chris Sturniolo.” The boys finished. “And we have a special guest if you couldn’t hear her laughing at us, Matt’s girlfriend, Y/n!” Nick told the camera as it showed you in your seat, smile on your face as you waved. “Happy to be here.” You spoke to the camera. It then panned to Matt sitting his his seat with his cheeks turning pink. “We had to beg her for so long to feature in one of these.” Chris laughed, shifting his hat as he spoke into the mic. “We had to buy her a box of Diet Coke.” He deadpanned. You smiled in response.
“Okay, to be fair, I’m not a social media person. I think the only social media I have and use a lot is Instagram and Facebook.” The three boys laughed as you mentioned Facebook. “It’s for family members! My grandparents have a hard time figuring out social media apps. But either way, have Tiktok but don’t even remember the last time I posted on there.” You tried to think but nothing was popping up. “That brings me into the first question,” Chris interrupts you, “what’s it like dating an “influencer” as some would call us while you just ━━ quite recently actually ━━ made your accounts public?”
“━━ before you speak,” Nick interrupted as Chris gave him an annoyed look and Matt groaned. “Here he goes.” Matt whispered into the mic. “I was just going to say she should introduce herself!” He yelled in defense as he put his hands up. “Oh shit, true.” Chris gestured to you. “Hello everyone, I am Y/n and I am a friend of the triplets and Matt’s girlfriend.” You started to introduce. “I like how she said a friend of the triplets and not just Matt’s girlfriend.” Nick laughed. “You know it babe.” You replied, laughing in your seat. “Anyway, I am nineteen. I am from Canada, and moved to LA around two ━━ three years ago? Yeah. Sorry, what was the question before?” “See, Chris? She has manners. You need to learn some.” Nick teased. “Shut the fuck up. The question was what’s it like to date an influencer?” Chris asked. Matt turned his head toward you.
“I’m not really sure what it’s like to not date an influencer since Matt was like . . . my first “real boyfriend” you could say, but I would assume it’s similar to a relationship with a non-influencer. You do the same things: dates, sleepovers, movies, etc. But he’s away sometimes,” you shrug, “when you guys went on tour, Matt was away a lot and we had to do long distance for a bit. I think it was hard for both of us ━━”
“━━ more for me.”
“━━ but it’s what happens when you date someone as famous as you guys are. I know what I was getting into, same with the social media part. I knew I would be on camera sometimes, especially because you guys vlog and other things. You guys respected my want to be off camera and I remember, Matt was so worried when we got together because we really liked each other but social media was his job, but I was fine with that! Of course I would be.”
“I was so worried,” Matt breathed out, “like I had mentioned before that I did what I do and she had mentioned that she didn’t want to be online, but when it got serious I didn’t want for this whole thing to be ruined because of what I do, you know?” “Of course,” Nick butted in, “and especially hate that she could’ve gotten ━━ no offense Y/n.” You nodded, “none at all. Completely agree.” “You would’ve felt a little scared, no?” Matt and you nodded. “I didn’t, and don’t, want her to be effected negatively from it. I mean, it’s inevitable really, but still. I couldn’t help it, still can’t, I’m her boyfriend.” “I knew what I was getting into,” you spoke, “it’s what happens in most male celebrity, youtuber fan bases. You guys get hate too sometimes.”
Chris nodded. “I think me and Nick were a bit unsure too. We had known you for awhile and we liked you. We talked to Matt about it too. Just saying like “watch out for hate,” and “support her,” and shit like that. You didn’t need any help at all.” “Like I said, I knew what I was getting into. I have friends that are dating some popular content creators and we have talked about it before. That’s how I know what to experience and how to deal with it. Thank you ━━“ there was a bleep as you said her name “━━ love you to bits.”
“What is it like to be on the podcast?” The youngest boy asked, looking at his phone and then to you. “To be honest? It feels great. I have seen this set from when it was just an idea to it actually happing and it is truly amazing to see what these boys can do.” You we’re honest, these boys had such great ideas and it felt unreal to see them come true. “Matt, you have such a nice girlfriend.” A laugh that sounded more like a giggle came out of Matt’s mouth. “Thanks. She is.” He replied, moving the mic. There was laughing around the table.
“This would’ve been super awkward if you were like “no, I hate her!”” You joked. Nick put his hand over his mouth. “I don’t know what I would do if that actually happened.” “Well good thing I’m not going to say that.” Matt spoke, looking at his girlfriend. “Thanks. What a man everyone,” you clapped your hands, “get yourself someone like this guy over here.” You pointed to him.
“Yes!” Nick yelled, clapping too. “And, there’s two other brothers . . . but one is gay. He is still available? Boys? Hit that line. And Chris’s too,” you pointed to the long-haired brother, “it’s too often he tries to get into the bed with me and Matt because he hates sleeping alone.” You whispered into the mic. The camera moved to Matt nodding and then to Chris as he started to protest. “No! You’re just over too often. Stop hogging my brother. I slept with him first ━━ wait!” He puts his hands up. You moved your hand over you mouth in shock as Matt leaned his head against the table and Nick copied your movement. “Not like that! I meant we,” pointing to Matt, him, and Nick, “had sleepovers before you did.” “Bitch, don’t bring me into this.” Nick chimed in. “Real.” You agreed.
“Let’s just move on!” Your boyfriend suggested as he lifted his arms up. “What is like dating a triplet?” He asked. “It’s not that much from dating a regular guy, apart from the fact that either one of these kids is following him everywhere ━━ mostly Chris ━━“ which earned a “what?” from the guy “-and sometimes I’ll like . . . steal a sweater or some sweats or something from Matt and then I’ll just be on the couch and one of the boys will come in and be like “I’ve been looking for that” and it gets confusing.” You laughed. “But besides some of those confusions, it’s like dating a guy and having two best friends that come with him.” “A package deal.” Nick agrees. You snapped your fingers at him, “yes. Exactly like that. And it’s so fun. It can get annoying, but what’s any kind of relationship if you don’t get annoyed?” “Yeah guys. I may be annoying, but you still like me.” Chris jumped in. “Yeah, sometimes I doubt that.” “Me too.” The other brothers agreed. “That was so inspiring.” Nick said. “Thank you.” You did a fake bow in your seat.
“You also help keep the house clean since you practically live over at our house.” Matt added. “I do, I do. I literally have clothes and my skincare shit at you house. And a toothbrush ━━”
“━━ And a toothbrush.” Matt said at the same time. “It’s convient for sleepovers!” Nick explained. “And also because you do just live here. There have been so many times where I’ve knocked on Matt’s door and then opened it and Matt’s just playing games while you’re chilling in his bed.” You nodded, shrugging. It was true. “Dude ━━ I have gone to wake up Matt for the day and I won’t even notice she’s there until I hear her move or some shit cause she’s all up under the blankets. Surprised you’re even under the blankets with Mr. Blanket stealer over here.” Chris points to Matt as Nick nodded his head and you laughed.
“I just tug em’ back. Or he just grabs me. This kid . . . I swear it’s like I’m never close enough.” “I just run hot you’re always cold.” Matt retaliated. “You run hot because you steal all the blankets!” Nick yelled. “I feel sorry for Chris every time you guys have to share a bed.” “Do you really though?” The boy in question asked. “. . . Not really, no. I like my blankets. Maybe you can teach him to share Y/n.” “I will certainly try.”
“And she can teach you fuckers to clean,” Matt retorted, “every time I go into your room it’s like I am walking through a morgue.” After he finished there was a “hey!” from Chris and a “that’s not true!” from Nick. “Keep me out of this.” You held your hands up in defense. “I will clean what I need to.” “She’s like a second mom.” Chris compared. “Don’t say that. That’s weird.” Matt muttered into the mic. “Yeah, this is like the same argument as the use of mommy and daddy.” Nick agreed. “Now, you just made it weird,” Chris pointed at Nick. “How about we move on so we can stop this from getting even weirder.” Matt clapped his hands.
“Yes. Next question. You watch our videos I would assume?” Nick asked. “Of course, who would I be if I didn’t?” You replied. “Period.” Chris replied. Nick gave him a side eye, “anyway . . . How do you feel that people are writing fan fiction about your boyfriend?” You covered your mouth with your hand. “What?” Matt asked, looking scared. “You guys are going to hate me for this.” You spoke. “You didn’t make one about Matt did you?” Chris joked. “No! I wasn’t that weird. But a canon event in every girls childhood ━━ and I mean every single one - was writing or at least reading fan fiction. Brittany Broski is so real for talking about it. Me? It was the guy who played in Doctor Who. The 2000s one.” “David Tennant?” “Yes. I was an avid Wattpad user. You could catch me on there every fucking day dude. I think I still have my account.”
A scream filled the room as everyone looked at Nick. “We have to find it and go through it. But . . . I still can’t believe you used Wattpad.” “Dude, ask any mentally unstable female girl and I promise you, she will tell you she did. I don’t use it anymore, but I was obsessed.” “Are the videos awkward to you because you used to write shit or no?” Chris jumped in. “A little bit. I mean, it must feel weird getting fan fiction written about anyone. But I think because I’ve been in that spot and writing it that I understand a bit more,” you admitted, “the videos are great ━━ like every video of yours is - and it’s so funny to see your reaction.” “We need to bring you sometime if you’re up for it.” Matt suggested. “Maybe?” You shrugged, dragging the word out. “It would be super funny.” Nick commented. “Oh for sure, but I don’t know if I’m ready to go back to that phase in my life.” You grimaced.
“Hashtag trauma.” Chris responded. “Please never say that again,” Nick murmured. Matt agreed with a “that was so cringey.” “Really though,” you laughed, “you get it.” Chris got up from his seat and high-fived you. “Have you guys ever read fan fiction outside of filming?” “Oh, switcharoo question. I mean, I have to check and find stories and make sure we don’t get demonetized. I don’t know about these two.” Nick answered first. “I haven’t, but I find it weird that Matt has wattpad downloaded . . . And that he asked people to send some to him.” Chris spoke. “It’s not like that!” Matt yelled, putting his face in his shirt. “Matt, honey. It’s fine.” You joked. “Oh my god.” His voice was muffled from the sweatshirt.
“Is that how you got into reading like . . . Actual books?” Nick asked you. “Not really. I’ve been a reader since I learned to read, but it probably had some effect on my reading.” You responded. “I read a lot now, too. Like if you guys are filming I’ll just hangout im Matt’s room or something and read.” “She’s always reading.” Matt said into the mic. “No actually. We could be getting picked up by Matt and this kid is in the passenger seat with a book in her hand. How can you even read in the car?” Chris blurted. “I actually don’t get car sick. I think I’ve been car sick once. I sleep in the car too. And I have the best naps in the car. It’s just something puts me to sleep. I’m not sure what.” You explain. “But yeah, I do read a good amount. I’ve got Matt to read a little too. Chris would you ever read?” “Probably not,” he answered,” just have too much going on. And no offence, but if I have time off I’m not going to sit down and read. There’s so many other things I could do.” You nodded your head, “to each their own.” “I’ll like nap or something. I feel like we’re all avid nappers.” Chris asked.
“No, totally. I love napping.” Matt answered. “Me too.” Nick agreed. “I’ll only get up if I have to.” “I’ll only get up if Y/n gets up or if Chris wakes me up. There’s not a lot that will get me up. Except if I need to pee or we have something that day.” Matt added on. “It’s true,” you nodded, “he will not let me go. And if I get up, he will get up and pull me to the couch if I’m not already on it and just lay there.” Your boyfriend nodded. “Hey, at least you have a personal pillow.” Chris added on. You nodded again. “You should by lucky? You know how many girls would want Chris to do that?” The blonde boy continued. Chris made a weird face. “Hey guys, make a fan fiction about it.” Matt looked at the camera. “No!” Chris yelled, slapping Matt’s finger that was pointing to the camera. “I’m just kidding, I don’t really care as long as they’re not super weird and gross.” “Cheers to that.” Nick agreed.
“On this note, I think we should wrap it up.” Nick announced. “That was today’s episode, it was amazing. Everyone thank Y/n for coming on the podcast.” Chris faced you, speaking into the mic. “It was an absolute pleasure. I would love to come back if you would have me.” You thanked them. “Of course. We won’t let you leave.” The blonde boy joked. “Just kidding, but still, thank you for coming on and we will see you guys next time. Bye!” Everyone waved to the different cameras before it showed you in your seat with Matt sitting next to you. “He’s secretly clingy.” You said before the camera shut off.
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could you do how jealous the toxic!slytherin boys are and how they act when they are jealous?
Slytherin Boys – What they are like when they’re jealous
Warning: Toxic boys when jealous 🤫
A/N: Thank you for the request! Feedback and comments are always welcome!
Mattheo …
… is seething, his hands balled into fists and his jaw clenched as he watched you talk to another male student – his eyes burning holes into the back of his head. How dare he talk to you and how dare you look so invested? Mattheo bit the inside of his cheeks as he impatiently waited for you to finish your conversation. Usually, he would have already marched over and ripped the guy away from you – and depending on his mood he would have either thrown him to the floor or thrown him into the next wall throwing a punch into the other guy’s gut, followed by a kick to his shin. But – you had just scolded him a few days ago for not being able to control his anger and frustrations. You had called him overbearing. Worried he’d scare you away, he pressed his fingernails into his palms, cheeks still between his teeth as his eyes narrowed. He’d stay calm.
Mattheo’s nostrils flared in anger as the boy moved in to hug you and that was the last straw. Here we go – that’s enough. Mattheo thought before pushing himself off the wall. Tasting blood in his mouth, the curly haired boy stomped his way over to you two, pulling the poor guy back by his shoulder and turning him around. Before you or the boy could register anything, Mattheo’s fist collided with the smaller male’s jaw, knocking him out cold. The boy tumbled over like a sack of potatoes – if not for the situation at hand, Mattheo would have cackled over how easy the other boy went down. But now was not the time. Without wasting a second Mattheo wrapped his hand around one of your wrists, his hold painfully tight as he pulled you over the knocked out male and towards who knows where.
Theodore …
… rolls his eyes as Cormac blatantly flirts with you right in front of him. Theodore immediately throws one of his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into his chest, kissing the top of your head lovingly.
“You need something?” Theodore questions, staring into Cormac’s eyes. Smirking when the other male averted his eyes after just a second. What a weakling. Theodore was aware of his intimidating aura – he didn’t even have to put effort into it. The blonde arrogant boy grumbled something under his breath before turning around to leave without sparing Theodore and you another look.
Good boy. Your boyfriend thought, slightly relieved that he wouldn’t have to resort to violence – not that he was afraid to. He just didn’t want to upset you … again.
“Let’s go, bella.”
Lorenzo …
… scoffed when he saw you sitting next to Cedric, laughing loudly at something he said, your hand on his arm as you wiped a lone tear away.
Rolling his shoulders back Lorenzo took big strides as he walked up to you, taking a random person’s glass of juice before emptying the whole thing over Cedric’s head. You gasped loudly; eyes wide as you lifted your head, noticing Enzo’s angry face. You gulped. Lorenzo always seemed so sweet – it was just his face honestly – but whenever he got jealous – which happened a lot – he turned into a completely different person.
Jumping up from your seat you rushed to his side, taking hold of his bicep with both your hands in hopes of calming him down.
Cedric turned to glare at your boyfriend over his shoulder, his whole head wet and sticky.
“Next time it won’t be juice, Diggory. Now f*ck off.”
That was the last time the Hufflepuff spoke to you.
Draco …
… obnoxious. He’d be baffled at your audacity. How dare you wear a skirt that short? He was busy with glaring at any boys ogling you that he completely missed that one dude that actually walked up to you. Before he could react or process that the boy was complimenting you, you had already turned and walked towards your boyfriend. Draco left it at that and only pulled you closed to his body, removing his blazer before wrapping it around your waist.
He didn’t say anything else and left it at that until you were alone in his room – that’s when he held a whole lecture on why you shouldn’t wear short skirts like that.
“You know what? Let’s go shopping tomorrow and let me burn those way too small skirts that you have in your closet.”
Blaise …
… would deny being jealous. He was chill – always calm. He was chill even when you were busy studying with Harry Potter – spending hours huddled up in the corner of the library. He was also chill when you sat with Harry during dinner that day, shooting Blaise an apologetic smile before completely focusing on whatever you were talking about with the golden trio.
The glass that shattered in his hand was probably already faulty and definitely did not break due to the way his grip on it tightened out of anger. He wasn’t angry. Blaise was always chill.
However, he didn’t feel chill at all when you were finally with him, walking towards the Slytherin common room, when Potter ran after you, asking if you had another minute to talk through the next steps for your project.
Blaise knew you couldn’t say no – especially if it involved course work. So, Blaise did what any other loving and thoughtful boyfriend would do: He answered with a short yet harsh “She’s busy.”, before bending down slightly to throw you over his shoulders, continuing his path to his dorm room. He couldn’t wait to be in the comfort of his room – away from prying eyes and annoying boys trying to chat with his girlfriend.
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I Was In Love
~I Was In Love by Born Without Bones~
Author's Note: I think this may actually be my favorite song and one shot I've done so far :) oh also italics as always are flashbacks
Summary: Luke and Y/N have a complicated history: Quinn is stuck in the middle of it
Warnings: implied smut, swearing, some other things I probably should add but I'm not sure
Word Count: 5,485
Luke Hughes x fm!reader
He was only supposed to walk her back to her dorm building, but then it started raining. There was no way she was going to let him walk back to his dorm building with the pouring rain. So he stepped inside, it was innocent until it wasn’t.
She wasn’t sure how it happened but his lips were sucking the skin right above her collarbone as his hands were massaging her breast through the lace of her bra. She panted hard as she pulled her fingers through the thickness of his curls.
He lifted his head and looked down towards her, a smile on his lips as he kissed her urgently. “Is this okay?” he asked as he looked deeply into her eyes.
“Very,” she muttered before she sealed her lips over his once more. She tugged at the hem of his black button up. He stood up as he began unbuttoning it, a wide toothy grin on his lips as he looked over her gorgeous frame. She bit her lip excitedly as he leaned towards her again, the shirt completely unbuttoned, his muscles in full view. He kissed her lips briefly before he flung the shirt away from his body.
Her hands wrapped around the base of his neck, running her fingers through his curls as he kept one hand beside her head as he was holding himself up and his other hand was gripping her hip. He slowly pulled his lips from hers, meeting her gaze for a brief second as he began to trail wet kisses from her jawline and lower and lower on her body. He wanted to taste every part of her and she wanted to feel his tongue on every single part of her body.
The rest of the night went by in a blurr. She never thought that her longest friend, her best friend, would be in her bed doing things she could only allow her mind to go. But he did and it was the best sex she ever had.
She woke up to see him already awake and staring towards the ceiling. She smiled softly as she looked towards him, but the frown on his lips slipped the smile off of hers instantly.
“Are you okay?” she asked as she rubbed her hand across her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled as he stood up searching the room for his shirt and pants that he came into her room wearing. His boxers the only thing covering his frame, “We were drunk, we shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry,”
“Well yeah but what if we could be-”
He pulled his jeans up his frame, quickly buttoning them as he avoided her gaze. “You’re the last person I wanted to have a drunken hookup with, I’m sorry.” he said while shaking his head. He picked his shirt up from the floor as he covered his frame, “Can we talk about this later? I’m running late for practice,” he offered as he quickly slipped on his shoes and left the dorm room.
She sat up straight, feeling her eyes well up in tears. It was as if her heart completely shattered at that moment. All she has ever wanted was to be something more with Luke. She was madly in love with him and maybe that was her turning point, last night. She thought maybe that meant he was in love with her too.
That was five months ago. They never spoke about it again, rarely saw each other again. Luke had moved to New Jersey to pursue his dream of playing in the NHL. They only briefly saw each other during passing at school before he left. She avoided him the entire time and it felt like he was avoiding her too.
Except today was the first day that she was going to see him again. A few years ago, the older Hughes brother’s bought the lakehouse that was directly next to their longest family friends growing up. Y/N and her family. She was driving her own car towards her lakehouse, like she’s done since she was sixteen. Except the entire time she was filled with dread as her boyfriend, Kyle, was sitting in the passenger seat beside her.
They had only been together for three months but her parents agreed to let him join and she was excited to spend the time with Kyle but also hating the idea that she would have to see Luke and Kyle in the same room.
She nervously tapped her fingers against the steering wheel as they pulled into her spot in the garage as it was big enough to hold two spots.
“So these guys that own the place next door, are we going to be seeing them a lot?” Kyle asked as he unbuckled his seatbelt. Y/N widened her eyes slightly as she forced a smile.
“They should be inside right now actually,” Y/N mumbled as she reluctantly unbuckled her seatbelt. She didn’t want to see Luke again, except every part of her body felt weak knowing he was only a few doors away.
“Good, I mean it’s good to meet them now,” he muttered as he pushed the passenger door open and climbed out of the car. She followed in pursuit. He waited for her at the door to enter her house with a kind smile. She returned it as she wrapped her arms around his chest giving him a quick hug.
“I’m excited to spend the next few weeks with you,” she mumbled against her chest. He kissed the side of her head before he pulled away. They stepped inside the house, “Can you actually put our suitcases and stuff in my room, right over there?” she asked, suddenly wanting to see the brothers by herself first.
Kyle nodded excitedly before he stepped out of the door towards the car again. Y/N took a deep breath as she walked through the hallway leading towards her kitchen.
The three boys were hanging out around the kitchen island. Quinn was sitting on a barstool chair holding a seltzer against his lips. Jack was sitting on the countertop staring at his phone. Luke was leaning against the countertop as he was snacking on some of the chips her mother probably set up for them.
“You guys do realize your house is next door right?” she said as she walked towards the kitchen.
Quinn turned around and smiled widely when he saw her walking towards the three of them. Jack hopped off of the counter as he chuckled. Luke turned his gaze towards her and looked as if he saw a ghost. He stayed frozen as he watched her walk towards them.
“Your mom buys the best snacks,” Quinn said excitedly as he engulfed her in a tight hug. “How’ve you been?” he asked as he rested his hand onto her upper arm, surveying her features. Jack jogged towards her hugging her tightly, she laughed as she rocked back and forth with him.
“I’ve been doing good, how are you guys?” she said as Jack pulled away. She glanced towards Luke, who hasn’t taken his eyes off of her since she stepped inside the house.
“Off season started a bit early but otherwise we’re great, ready for some sun,” Quinn muttered as he pulled Y/N to his side again, Quinn looked towards Luke for a few seconds, “Lukey, are you going to say hi?” Quinn offered tilting his head to the side.
Luke shook his head slightly as he stood up from his leaning position and he took a deep breath as he began walking towards her and Quinn slowly.
“Well, actually I should go check on Kyle. Make sure he didn’t get lost,” she slipped from Quinn’s grasp as she started walking away from them.
“Kyle?” Luke let out. Y/N spun around to meet Luke’s gaze. She widened her eyes as she nodded.
“My boyfriend? Did my mom not tell you guys he was joining us for a few weeks out here?” she offered.
“Y/N?” Kyle called out from the back hallway. She forced a smile as she searched down the hall for him.
“Hey baby,” she said as she stepped into her bedroom, her voice echoing into the kitchen.
“Kyle?” Jack let out barely above a whisper, his face scrunched up in disgust. “Did you know she had a boyfriend?” Jack pointed his question to Luke. Luke crossed his arms over his chest as he shook his head. Jack stared towards him furrowing his eyebrows harshly, “Why are you acting weird?”
“I’m not,” he mumbled before he started shoving more chips in his mouth. Quinn and Jack shared a look before they decided to drop it.
Y/N and Kyle walked from the hallway together side by side. Hearing his heavy footsteps, Luke kept his gaze on the sour cream and onion chips in front of him as he continued to snack. Y/N nervously wrapped her arm around Kyle as she walked towards the kitchen.
“Kyle, these are the boys,” she muttered motioning towards them, “That’s Quinn, Jack, and that’s L-Luke,” she pointed out each of the guys individually. Quinn and Jack walked towards the pair, each of them forcing a smile.
“Nice to meet you,” Quinn offered his hand and Kyle gladly took it. Kyle offered his hand towards Jack and he reluctantly took the handshake.
Luke leaned upward from his leaning position as he slowly walked towards the small group. Y/N looked towards him, their eyes meeting for the first time in months. Her breath caught in her throat as she forced her gaze to meet Kyle.
Kyle offers his hand to Luke and Luke shakes his hand with a polite smile. “You go to UMich?” Luke asked as he rested his hands on his hips.
Kyle nodded, “Yeah, I’m on the wrestling team,” he smiled as he spoke.
“That’s sick,” Quinn offered as he crossed his arms over his chest.
The small group continued to talk to one another beside Luke. He kept watching Y/N, his longest friend, his best friend. The woman he loved, in a relationship with someone else. The last time they hung out crossed his mind, like it did a thousand times a day.
He freaked out. He freaked out when he woke up with her back pressed against his chest and their legs entangled together. His heart swelled with so much happiness as he looked at her sleeping beside him that morning, except every other part of his body resorted to panic.
His eyes meet Y/N’s gaze, scanning her features for any sign that she thinks about that night too. She clenched her jaw before she turned her gaze back to Quinn. Luke pulled his lips between his teeth as he dropped his gaze to the floor.
“I’m going to go unpack my stuff,” Luke let out as his gaze met each person in the small room. Quinn pulled his head back as he let out a breathy chuckle.
“You never unpack when we come here,” Quinn offered.
“Feel like using my dresser for once,” he said with a simple shrug before glancing towards Y/N one more time before he started walking out of the kitchen.
“We should probably unpack too,” Kyle said as he rested his hand on her hip as he held her possessively to his side. Y/N nodded as the pair walked back towards her room, she spun her gaze around towards the back door that Luke walked out of.
Quinn and Jack looked towards each other awkwardly as they both started walking out of the back door. “They’re acting weird, right?” Jack asked.
“Very,” Quinn shot back as they walked out of the house back towards their own.
After another twenty minutes Quinn and Jack both barged into Luke’s room to see him actually unpacking his clothes and putting them into his dresser and closet. He had soft country music playing as he was pacing around the room putting things in random spots.
“Are you okay?” Jack asked as he watched his younger brother. Luke only hummed as a reply as he added his hoodies to a coat hanger. “Are you sure? You and Y/N never shut up when you two are together.” Jack observed.
“We haven’t really talked these past few months,” he said as he walked towards his closet with the six hoodies he brought with him.
“You guys used to never go a day without at least calling each other,” Quinn mumbled.
Luke shrugged, “Things change,” he said keeping his gaze low and away from his brothers bombarding him with questions.
“What things?” Jack muttered. Luke shrugged his shoulders again.
Quinn furrowed his eyebrows harshly, “What, you guys hook up or something?” he asked teasingly, chuckling nervously.
Luke froze, his entire body stuck as he slowly met Quinn’s gaze for a few seconds before he shook his head. “No,” he let out barely above a whisper. He dropped his gaze again as his cheeks turned bright red.
Jack’s eyes widened as his mouth dropped open as he shoved Quinn to the side. “When?!” Jack asked as he jumped up excitedly.
“I said we didn’t,” Luke said as he nervously ran his hand across his chin.
Quinn smiled widely, “Yeah but you're a horrible liar, Lukey. What happened? Was it bad or something?”
It was the opposite. It was probably the best sex he’s ever had. It made him realize how much love he actually had for her as they didn’t just hook up. It felt like the start of something, a new chapter. A chapter where they were madly in love with one another.
“What? No,” he defended as he rolled his eyes.
“Then what happened?” Jack pressed.
Luke sighed as he shook his head, “I don’t know, I asked if we could talk about it later and we never did,” he took another deep breath.
“When did you guys-?” Quinn trailed off.
Luke threw his hands to the side, not wanting to talk about it any longer, “February, her sorority had some Valentine’s Day event we went to together. I walked her back to her dorm and we hooked up. Are you guys done asking questions?”
“No, dude, why didn’t you guys talk again?”
Luke clenched his jaw as he shook his head. His brothers were right, he was an awful liar. “I freaked out, okay?” he took a deep breath, “She’s my best friend and instead of telling her how I felt, I had sex with her while we were drunk. That’s a dickhead move. I just didn’t know what to say,”
“What’d you freak out about?” Jack asked.
“Everything was going to be different with her,” he let out while shaking his head, “I didn’t want to lose her, if I fucked things up and I fucked things up anyway. Can we please stop talking about it? I don’t want to be thinking about it while we all on the boat later,”
~~~
It was nine at night and the sun was already down but they were still hanging out on the boat. The music was loud to the point where you could only hear the person next to each other talk. Her parents were sitting and talking with Quinn and Jack as Ellen and Jim were talking with Luke. Y/N and Kyle were in their own world.
Except every time Luke spoke, Y/N felt her heart flutter. She missed him, she missed him so much that it was physically painful. Her chest would ache hard at the idea of not talking with him.
Y/N kept her gaze on Luke, discreetly. “You okay?” Kyle whispered into her ear, pulling her gaze towards him. She nodded as she leaned towards him, kissing him briefly.
Luke was tuning out whatever his mom and dad were talking about as he saw Y/N kissing Kyle. He felt as though his heart shattered. He clenched his jaw as he dropped his gaze towards his lap. Quinn glanced towards Y/N briefly before he looked towards his youngest brother. He clenched his jaw as he shook his head.
“You know,” her mother leaned towards Quinn, “I always thought Y/N and Luke would’ve ended up together.” Quinn's eyes widened as he looked towards her, “It just seems like they are growing apart. Breaks my heart,” she said as she tilted her head to the side.
“You don’t like Kyle?” Quinn asked, and she shrugged.
“He’s a sweet boy. He’s just not our Luke,”
“I think we all thought they were going to end up together,” Quinn whispered towards her and she nodded.
~~~
The next day, Y/N and Kyle stayed in bed for a few extra hours just basking in each other's company. “You know, I thought you and Luke were the closest? I mean being the same age at least,”
She was thrown off by the sudden subject change as her face scrunched up slightly. She cleared her throat as she nodded, “We were,” she started as she saw Kyle take in a sharp breath. “He was my best friend, but we had a falling out a few months ago,” she mumbled.
Memories of the night in question flashed in her mind. His lips against her own as they were breathing heavily and grinding against each other's bodies. She recalled feeling her body fill with butterflies as he kissed her in the most dream-like way.
“What happened?” he asked. She looked into his dark brown eyes as she tried to figure out if she should tell the truth. Kyle nodded slightly as he took in a deep breath, “Let me guess,” he mumbled, “You guys had sex?”
She clenched her jaw as she nodded slightly. “How’d you know?” she muttered as she met his gaze.
“I don’t know, it’s the way he looks at you; like he’s seen you naked or something,” he mumbled, a dry chuckle leaving his throat. She smiled softly as she rolled her eyes playfully.
“It just made things awkward between us, we haven’t spoken since it happened,” she let out. He remained silent as he processed, “Are you mad that I didn’t tell you?” she asked.
“No, I mean as long as it was just sex. Like you didn’t have feelings for him, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, no-no feelings,” she mumbled.
~~~
She sat on the bathroom counter, his legs between her own. She adjusted the red heart around his neck that had her name written in cursive across it. “I never thought you would join a sorority,” he let out as he rested one of his hands on her thigh. She smiled as a chuckle fell from her lips.
“It looks good on a resume,” she mumbled as she took a hold of a spray bottle and started spraying it onto his curls. His face scrunched up together as some of the mist hit his face.
“This is tacky,” he continued, holding up the heart around his neck. She smirked as she took a hold of some of her own hair product and ran her fingers through his hair. “Do we have to wear these the whole night?”
“Yes, Lukey,” she mumbled as she tilted her head to the side as she admired the work she did on his hair. “And until I get a boyfriend, you have to be my date to these things,” she said as she pushed him backwards slightly so she could hop off the bathroom counter.
She adjusted the short black dress on her frame as she looked towards the mirror. She straightened out the red heart with Luke’s name. “What are we even going to do there?” he asked as he ran his fingers through his own hair.
“Drink, dance, and take lots of photos,” she mumbled as she applied lip gloss to her lips. Luke eyed her lips as she added the clear gloss. “It’ll be fun,” she mumbled as she turned to meet his gaze.
He huffed as he smiled, “You and I have different definitions of fun,” he mumbled. She rolled her eyes playfully as she took a hold of her phone and pulled out her camera. “Oh awesome, fun’s starting now,” he said sarcastically.
“You can be unbearable sometimes, you know that?” she let out teasingly as she wrapped her arm around the center of his back as he draped his arm around her lowerback. He pulled her tightly towards him.
“Yeah, you too,” he shot back as he turned his head towards her with a teasing smile. She rolled her eyes as she snapped the photo of them at that moment.
“Smile,” she mumbled as she turned her gaze towards the mirror and snapped a few photos of them. Most of them are Luke glancing towards her the entire time.
~~~
Later that night, Y/N stepped foot inside her own lakehouse, getting another drink from the fridge inside when she saw Luke sitting on the barstool beside her kitchen island. He lifted his gaze as he tossed a few chips into his mouth. His eyes scanned her body. Taking note of every single curve of her frame and how the two piece swimsuit showed every perfect part of her body.
“Hi,” she let out as she smiled softly. He returned the soft smile as he sat up straight as she walked past the kitchen island.
“Hey,” he mumbled as he nervously ran his fingers through his hair. They remained silent as she took a Truly from the fridge and cracked it open. She spun around and met his gaze. “Kyle seems nice,” he mumbled. She smiled.
“Yeah, he is,” she muttered as she brought the can to her lips.
Their eyes remained connected as they remained silent for a few seconds. His eyes were soft and welcoming; he looked like he knew what she was thinking. All of things that have been left unsaid between them, it was as if their eyes were doing all the talking. Her heart went into overdrive.
Her eyes tried not to admire his body. His abs were prominent as well as the strong arm muscles. She took a deep breath as she rested her hands onto the counter.
“How’s the NHL?” she asked. His eyes widened as he smiled softly.
“It’s amazing,” he mumbled, his eyes squinting slightly.
“You were fun to watch,” she let out as she met his gaze. He tilted his head to the side, a toothy grin on his lips.
“You watched the games?” he asked, genuinely shocked. She nodded dramatically.
“You are still my best friend, Luke, Of course I was going to watch,” she mumbled as she met his gaze as she walked closer to him. He blinked his eyes rapidly as he looked away from her.
“You seem happy,” he mumbled, unable to maintain eye contact with her.
“Yeah, yeah.” she let out while shaking her head, “You too. I mean you’re living the dream, right?”
All he could do was hum as a reply as she was only a foot away from him and his chest was aching as he felt a magnet pulling her towards him but he tried to refuse the feeling and the desperation.
“Why are you all alone inside? We’ve got an amazing bonfire going,” she asked as she leaned against the countertop.
He couldn’t tell her the real answer. The real answer was that he had spent twenty-four hours watching Y/N and Kyle snuggle together and he was getting tired of it. He couldn’t breathe watching them because he wanted to kiss her cheek. He wanted to be the one holding her tightly. He wanted to be the one who loved her. He had to walk away and collect his thoughts.
While outside, Quinn was laughing at something Jack said when Kyle walked up to him. “Hey man, can I talk to you about something?” Kyle asked. Quinn’s smile slowly faded as he glanced towards Jack before he stood up and followed Kyle towards a secluded part of the backyard. Quinn nervously crossed his arms over his chest as he met Kyle’s gaze. “I’m gonna ask you a question and you’re going to not sugar coat anything,” Kyle asked. Quinn nodded.
“I’m not blind, alright? I know that your little brother has feelings for Y/N. She told me about what happened between them a few months back but she said that she didn’t have feelings for him. Is she telling the truth?” Kyle asked.
Quinn took a deep breath as he licked his lips nervously. “We’re all close with Y/N. Jack and I have always treated her like she’s our little sister. Luke-”
Quinn took in a sharp breath, “Luke’s been in love with her since he was eleven. He never wanted to act on it because he was terrified of losing her. Y/N was harder to see if she felt the same. Well, until they were like fifteen and they started cuddling all of the time. It was as if they constantly had to be near each other or the other one would implode. She dragged him to all of the school dances and sorority events.” he explained as Kyle was getting impatient.
“Look, they're avoiding each other because they are afraid of getting hurt. Which is causing them to get hurt anyway. You seem like a great guy, who would’ve been perfect for her. But there’s a lot of history between them that can’t be ignored,”
Kyle remained silent as he took a deep breath. If he was being honest, he knew she wasn’t all in. He wasn’t even all in on the relationship either, it didn’t hurt to hear as much as he thought it was going to be.
“I appreciate it, man.” Kyle mumbled as his gaze looked past Quinn to see Luke and Y/N walking out of the house together. Kyle let out a dry chuckle, “Can you tell her why I left? I’m going to pack my stuff and call an Uber.” Kyle mumbled.
“What? You sure?” Quinn asked.
“Like you said, they’ve got history. I’m not stepping between that,” he said as he looked towards Y/N and Luke again. “Make sure they end up together, alright?” he said before he walked towards the house discreetly.
Quinn stood still, his gaze on the dirt beneath his feet. “What the fuck just happened?” he asked himself as he walked back towards the bonfire.
After another hour, Kyle was long gone and Y/N still had no idea. “Alright, you guys we’re going to go to bed, see you guys in the morning,” Her father expressed to everyone, the parents all went to their own lakehouse leaving the boys and Y/N alone.
“Where’d Kyle go? Have you guys seen him?” she asked the three of them as she was starting to get a little worried.
Quinn’s eyes widened as he cleared his throat, “He left,” is all he said. Luke perked upward at the mention.
“What?” she let out.
“He-uh-he’s not as comfortable as he thought with you and Luke’s history. So he left,” Quinn said as his voice progressively got quieter. Luke kept shifting his gaze between Quinn and Y/N. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly as she leaned forward.
“Did he tell you this history exactly?” she questioned, glancing at Luke for a second.
“He might’ve,” he mumbled, glancing towards Luke, “Kinda already knew about it, though.”
Y/N eyes flashed red as she turned her gaze towards Luke. “Can I talk to you?” she asked, standing up and walking towards Hughes's lakehouse. Luke’s room was on the second floor and his parents room was on the first. In her lakehouse her room was directly next to her parents.
Luke slowly stood up from his seat, “Thanks,” he said sarcastically as he followed Y/N. Jack and Quinn shared a glance before they looked back towards the dying flame.
Once Luke stepped into the house, he saw her already storming up the stairs towards his room. He took a deep breath as he skipped several steps to follow her faster. She walked into his room and began to pace back and forth. Luke shut the door behind him.
“You told Quinn!?” she called out.
“An-and Jack, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to! You know I’m a bad liar,”
“What did you tell them exactly?!” she questioned.
He stayed quiet for a second as his heart was loud in his ear, “Quinn made a joke about us hooking up and I-I didn’t deny it that good so they found out. I told them that we just didn’t talk afterwards, we were just avoiding each other,” he explained.
Her mouth fell open as she nodded slowly. Her tongue pushed to the side of her mouth as she spun around to look away from him for a brief second.
“Do you remember what you told me the next morning?” she asked, her voice quieter.
He met her gaze and squinted his eyes slightly, “That I was running late to practice and if we could talk about it later?”
“Before that,”
He thought about it for a second, he replayed every second of that morning in his mind but the words were not coming to his mind. She took a deep breath as she clenched her fist and unclenched it. “You said that I was the last person you’d ever want to have a hookup with. Like-like it was embarrassing to have sex with me,”
His eyes widened as he felt like punching himself in the chest. “Oh my god-no that’s not-”
“You hurt me, Luke!” she shouted towards him, her eyes welling up in tears.
“I thought-I thought,” she shook her head again, “I don’t know what I thought but that was horrible to hear. Especially from you! You were supposed to be my best friend.” she shouted towards him.
“That’s not what I meant!” he said loudly, “That not what I meant,” he let out softer as he stepped towards her, almost reaching out to touch her.
“You know, I cared a lot about Kyle! We could’ve been something great. He was sweet and charming and he would’ve never said that to me but you-you ruined that!” she shouted as she stared deeply into his eyes. The tension was rising between them as they were only a foot apart.
“Well, if you care about the guy so much why aren’t you going after him?! Huh? Why are you standing here, shouting at me?!” he countered, getting closer to her face. She clenched her jaw as her heart was beating hard against her chest. Her skin felt hot as if steam was leaving her body.
“I don’t know!” she shouted back as her eyes looked deeply into his eyes. His eyes were staring hard back towards her.
“You didn’t deserve our first time together to be a drunken hook up,” he expressed, taking another step towards her. “You deserved roses and candles and all that sappy romantic shit not some dorm bed we barely fit on,” he continued as he scanned her softening features.
“Luke-”
“I couldn’t tell you I loved you, I couldn’t tell you because I was scared I was going to lose my best friend. And then I fucked up and lost you anyway,” he explained as they were mere inches apart now. “You deserved better than that and I couldn’t face it,” he mumbled.
She leaned towards him, urgently kissing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt her body jump against him.
He quickly took a hold of her lower back pulling her towards him. The tension between them only increased as their lips remained connected sloppily.
She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her bare thighs against his body rushed goosebumps against her skin.
He delicately laid her down onto his bed as his lips pulled away from hers briefly, admiring her features from the very short distance.
“I love you too,” she mumbled as she ran her fingers through the ends of his curls. He pecked her lips briefly before he leaned fully away from her. “Where are you going?” she asked barely above a whisper.
“We’re not doing this now,” he muttered as shook his head. He stood up from the bed and walked towards his closet to give her some clothes to sleep in. Instead of the swimwear still covering her frame.
“Why not?” she asked, pouting slightly. He smiled widely as he tossed her one of his hoodies and a pair of shorts she left at his dorm several months back.
“Candles and roses,” he mumbled as he covered his frame in one of his hoodies. She smiled widely as she began to put on the clothes he handed her.
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Secret Little Rendezvous-5
Summary: The fifth and last part to Secret Little Rendezvous
Words: 3.5k+
Warnings: Angst! There's a lot of angst, fighting and cursing in this one. Hints of smut too, mentions toxic relationship. Alludes to smut.
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Dylan and your relationship was blossoming. It was going well.
Given, you two hadn’t slept together. Yet.
You didn’t want to get physical so early. It had been 2 weeks or so, and the most physical affection was kisses and neck bites, and the one time you had sucked him off.
It was your idea. He was pent-up and frustrated because he was working hard on a project, and most of it was rejected by the client at a glance. That made you so angry. That person didn’t even bother to see his viewpoint, or why he did it the way he did.
So, you invited him back to your house, right after work. Made him his favorite: macaroni and cheese.
“Hi,” he had greeted you sweetly, even though he had had a shit day. You loved that about him.
“Hi, how was your day?” you asked, even though you already knew how it was. Maybe he would want to talk about it?
“Eh, it was shit. Got rejected on the project proposal I had been working on for the past week or so, and the client threw my report in the dustbin”
“No! Why would he do that?!” you exclaimed. Saying no was one thing. But tossing reports that took so long to prepare right into the trash was another.
“I know. He’s an asshole. How are you, though?”
You smiled.
“I’m good–I had a nice day. The code I was reviewing today was actually good, and I didn’t have to revert. “
“That’s a relief. I hate it when we have to check the whole thing all over again and
Check the security and data compromises.”
“I know, right? Anyway, go and change. I made you dinner”
His eyes lit up when you said that, and he walked over to you with his arms extended in front of him. He came over to you and hugged you, his face resting perfectly on the alcove of your neck.
“You’re the best”
“Alright, big guy. I’ll get the food on the plate. Go and get changed”
He eventually let go of you, but not without pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
He came back a few minutes later, face fresh and looking good. He sat back and relaxed, while you brought him the plate and sat on the table adjacent to his.
He took a spoonful of the dish, the yummy smell of cheesy goodness hitting him. As he tasted it, a grin spread across his face.
"Wow," he said, nodding approvingly. "This is amazing. You really did a great job, Y/n."
You felt proud hearing his praise, a warm feeling spreading inside. "Thanks, I'm glad you like it," you said, feeling a bit shy. "It's just a simple recipe, but I'm happy it turned out well."
He kept eating, and you sat across from him, enjoying the moment. It was nice, just being together and sharing a meal. And as you watched him, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these simple, happy times.
After dinner, he wiped his mouth and sat back, his stomach full and he looked happier than before.
“That was good”
“Mhmm, you know, this macaroni wasn’t the only delicious-looking thing tonight”
As soon as you said that, his heartbeat rose, and his mouth fell open. He dropped the napkin on the table and looked at you with wide eyes.
“What–what do you–what do you mean?” he asked, but before he could say anything else, you were already sinking down to your knees in front of him. You smirked, pushing his thighs apart and settling down comfortably.
His hands came to rest on your shoulders softly, asking you if you really wanted to.
“You–you don’t have to do this, babe. I’m perfectly fine going to bed and sleeping, or–or if you want me to leave, I can–I can leave too, you know”
You shook your head, taking his hands from your shoulders and holding them in yours, pressing a kiss to the top of each, “Yeah, I’m sure. And it’s good. I want you to relax. Let some of that tension and frustration go away”
He nodded, but he was still unsure.
But you made all of that go away. Starting slow, you took your time with him, built the pleasure and tension perfectly, licking his cock and fondling his balls, sucking at the tip, till he was cuming inside your mouth.
“You–you don’t have to fuck–oh, you don’t have to swallow–”
He muttered, but you had already done it, smirking up at him as he picked you up and kissed you,wrapping his arms around your waist. He apologized later for not returning the favor because he was so tired. You brushed it off, knowing it wasn’t a give-and-take relationship like you had with Harry.
Harry.
Oh.
You hadn’t thought about him in a while. Sure, you would see him in the office every couple of days, but he ensured no contact between you two. It was good…for the most part.
Olivia acted like you were a witch. She frowned and scowled whenever you were nearby, and she really needed to grow up. She had her ego inflated over the fact that Harry had chosen her instead of you.
Only if she knew how much of a lie it was.
. . .
Dylan was up for a promotion.
He had been in line for it too when you had gotten it. He was planning on leaving the company after that, because there would be no open positions for a while. So, he had submitted an application, stating that if he didn't get the promotion, he would leave the company. And given that he was a hardworking employee, who had shown excellent growth in the 4 years he had been in the company, there was no way he wouldn’t get it.
He gave the news to you two days later when he had taken you to dinner at a restaurant.
“Sooo I’ve–I’ve been wanting to talk about something” he said, after you had been talking about each other’s families for a while.
“Yeah, sure. What’s up”
“I–I got the promotion, Y/n.”
“Oh my god! That’s amazing! Come on, give me a hug” you exclaimed, so happy for him. You got up immediately and hugged him, earning a few unwat\nted glances from fellow diners.
“Well, that was awkward” he said after, and you nodded.
The conversation had stopped after that, and you could sense the shift in his demeanor. He wanted to tell you something else too.
“Dylan, what’s wrong?” you asked, your heart throbbing erratically, sensing something wrong.
He sighed, his gaze troubled. "Y/N, I've been offered the promotion, but...it means I have to relocate."
Your heart sank at his words, the reality of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. "Relocate? But what about us?"
Dylan hesitated, his expression pained. "I don't know what to do, Y/N. I want this promotion, but I also don't want to lose you."
Tears pooled in your eyes, because you knew where this was headed.
“You–you wanna break up with me?”
Your voice was just above a whisper, and you could see by the look on his face that the answer was yes.
“I don’t know! I want this promotion, and–and this is the only way I can get it. And if I leave the company, I would have to start in the exact position I want to get out from”
You sighed, the gravity of the situation finally settling in.
“But–but, we can–we can go long-distance…”
The words trailed off in your mouth. Long distance was a big thing, and you had been dating for about a month and a half. You two hadn’t been physically involved, and that may have been one of the reasons he wasn’t too reluctant to break up, or think of other options.
“Is–is this about us not having sex? It’s easier for you to break up because we aren’t that close yet. Because we haven’t fucked yet”
He dropped the spoon, and brought his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes with it.
“No, it’s not about that. I mean, we haven’t been dating for so long, and I–I don’t think our relationship could stand that. It’s a big commitment. And we won’t be able to see each other for months, because I would be working at the same level as you. Work can get hectic, and Y/n, you know that too, right?”
You nodded, staring at the tablecloth.
“And–and I often resort to drinking every three days or so, and God forbid I do something wrong while I’m out at a club, because I don’t have you by my side. I don’t want to call you one morning, telling you that I was unfaithful”
His words sank in, and you sighed. He was right. Your relationship wasn’t that strong to take the toll of long distance, and if one of you made a drunk mistake, the other would be crushed.
With a heavy sigh, you finally spoke up. "I...I guess you're right, Dylan. Maybe it's for the best if we end things now, before it gets too complicated."
Dylan reached out, taking your hand in his, his expression filled with sadness. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I never wanted to hurt you."
You gave him a small, sad smile, squeezing his hand gently. "I know, Dylan. And I'm sorry too."
. . .
He left a month later, and you were left with a broken heart.
Why did everyone leave?
Were you just that unlovable that God saved everyone from you?
You found solace in throwing yourself into work, often staying late into the night to distract yourself from those troubling thoughts. While the temptation to drown your sorrows in alcohol was present, you knew it would only serve to bury those long-buried emotions deeper within you.
Little did you know, there was one other employee working late that night.
He knocked at your door, and it was almost 10:00 pm. You were planning on leaving soon, and the thought of who else might stay late made you curious.
“Come in” you yelled, and in came the green eyed guy, whom you hadn’t seen in weeks.
“Harry”
He nodded, leaning in on the doorframe.
“Y/n. How are you?”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“Dylan left a week ago. You’ve been working till late ever since. Wanted to check if you were alright”
“Since when do you care?” you replied, unsure of where all this was coming from, especially for a guy who had no feelings for you.
“You know I’ve always cared for you. Since before we were together till today. I never stopped caring”
Your eyes lifted up, staring into his.
“What do you want?”
He sighed, and walked to your desk. He pulled a chair out, dragged it across to your end, and sat beside you.
“Harry–what are you doing?”
“Nothing”
He took your hand in his, and stared into your eyes. It had been so long since you had done that.
“Listen. I know you feel alone right now. And–I’m here for you if you ever wanna talk”
You were not liking his two-faced behavior.
“Shut up”
“What?!” he exclaimed, as if you had said something wrong.
“Don’t give me that “I’m there for you” crap. You don’t give a fuck about me. And you made that perfectly clear when you threw me away those months ago.”
“That’s not true. I do care for you. And I did not throw you away, okay? It was–It was you, who dumped me”
Your eyes widened, and you stared at him in disbelief.
“You’ve got that wrong! You said you were just with me for sex. And then you said that you can’t take it further because I was getting the wrong signals.”
“I never said that. I just that I was in love with someone else, and that–that I won’t be able to commit to you in the way you want me to”
You sat back, defeated.
“Why Are you pulling all this crap now? Just leave”
You pushed him back, closing the applications on your computer and getting ready to leave.
“Where–what are you doing?”
“Going home. Saving myself from you”
“But, listen–” he got up, just as you did. He grabbed your hand once again.
“What?!” you yelled.
“Just listen to me, please–”
“I’m done fucking listening. I was done listening three months ago”
“But–I–I want to say something–”
You ignored him, taking your stuff and shoving it in your bag. You fetched your keys, and opened uber to call a cab, because your car was with your sister.
“Y/n listen–”
You picked your stuff, slinging your bag over your shoulders and went to turn the lights off. But, what he said next, made you freeze.
“I love you!”
Your legs stopped working, and your eyes widened.
What the fuck.
“Excuse me?”
You turned around, your eyes full of anger.
He lowered his gaze to the floor, and the anger within you skyrocketed.
You dropped your things to the table once again, walking to him and standing right in front of him.
“I–I love you”
He said once again, his gaze trained to the floor.
You grabbed his chin, lifting his head up.
His eyes looked into yours. His, were apologetic. Yours, full of anger and disbelief.
“The fuck do you mean you love me? Did Olivia dump you? Or did the whole city say no to sleeping with you?”
Your words hurt him, and his heart sank.
“No! Why–why would you think that?”
“Or–Oh! Or did Natalia stop loving you? Huh? You over her? Your eternal undying love for her is finished?”
He shook his head, “No, I–I broke up with Olivia a month ago. I–I don’t like her anymore”
“Because you love Natalia, right”
“I–I don’t! I–I love you”
“You know you’re saying that to a void, right? Because you’re not getting one back from me in return. What do you want me to do? I should forget all you did to me and come running into your arms? Is that what you want?”
He gave no response, his gaze lowered, even though you were holding his chin up.
“Speak up, Harry!” you yelled, and he flinched. It was the second time you were yelling at him like that, and it made him genuinely scared.
“No, No–I’m not saying that. I–I just want you–to give me a second chance”
“Huh” you exclaimed in disbelief, letting his face go and took a few steps back.
“I’m not fucking around, Y/n. I swear. I–I just want you to take me back once again. I want you to give me a second chance. And punish me however you feel like. Beat me, throw things at me, yell at me. Please, but—but please, give me a second chance. Please”
His voice sounded broken, and tears welled up in his eyes.
“What happened to you, huh? You were, this Harry with a wall of cement over your heart. You threw away anyone who tried to care about you. You threw me away. And now you’re standing in my office, crying, and you want me to care about you once again? Forget what you did to me!?”
Your voice was breaking too, and you too, were about to cry.
“I’m sorry for what I did to you. I was an asshole, and I will never forgive myself for that. But–believe me when I say that I have changed, and that–that I love you”
You couldn’t believe him. Not after what you went through after that. He sounded like he was telling the truth, and you wanted to believe him! But you still couldn’t understand why.
“What happened with Natalia, Harry? And Olivia?”
“I–I broke up with her. I wanted to be with you. But you were with Dylan, and–and I was heartbroken. I thought that I lost you forever”
“Would that be so bad?” you asked.
He walked to you, and got down on his knees in front of you. He reached for your hand, and when you didn’t protest, he took it in his, once again.
“I realized just how much I had lost when I let go of you. I lost the one person I trusted the most. I lost you, and I realized I had no one to even talk to. I had no one to laugh with, no one to get wasted with. You were always there for me. You helped me when I couldn’t help myself, and you even went out of your way to do that. You saved me from being fired, and–and I kept believing the wrong people. When I should have believed you. I should have known you were right. I was–I was just frustrated over the fact that Natalia had broken it off with me. I still believed she loved me, and that–she would leave everything to come back to me. And–and I was wrong. I was wrong about Olivia too. All she wanted was sex, and after almost 2 months with her, I realized she was a female version of me”
You would’ve laughed at that, if the circumstances were different.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. Sorry sorry sorry. I will apologize all you want, I’ll do anything, just–just please, please, take me back”
“But–what happened with Natalia?”
He frowned at the mention of her name, and you squinted your eyes.
“You saw Natalia, didn’t you? And she has something to do with you growing up suddenly? And realizing I was right?”
He gritted his teeth, head lowering as he blinked his eyes in shame.
“Knew it. What did she do?” you said.
“She uh–I went to see her on the weekend, couple weeks before, and to my absolute fucking good luck, her whole family was there”
He raised his eyebrows, remembering just how painful and embarrassing it was.
“So—yeah, I approached her, and everyone asked who I was. So, uh, she said I was her brother”
“Yep. That’ll do it” you replied.
His nose was scrunched, lips in a small pout as he whined at you.
“I then realized she never had feelings for me. She might have had all those years ago, but–she definitely doesn’t”
You nodded.
You sat in silence for a while, no words exchanged between you two. He looked up at you after a while, his eyes searching for an answer.
“You treated me like shit, Harry. Threw me away like trash the minute you were fed up of me–”
“I wasn’t fed up of you–”
“Let me finish! And don't you dare interrupt me once again”
He shut his mouth and nodded.
“You threw me away the second you found someone to replace me. You threw away my feelings, my emotions, everything. You threw away the trust I had for you. And–and I don’t know if I can trust you once again. You were sleeping with two people, and–and you didn’t even bother telling me! What if I got an STD? And you know how expensive healthcare is! I don’t even know if my insurance covers STDs!”
“I’m sorry”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Harry. You know that”
“Then tell me what to do! Please. I’ll do anything you want. Anything. You want me to murder someone, I’ll do it too”
“I’ll do whatever it takes” his response was instant.
You shook your head once again.
“You’re not going to get me back so easily”
“Okay, first of all, I’m going to treat you like crap. I’m going to call you when I want, I’m going to do whatever I want. I will sleep with multiple guys. And maybe girls too. I will drink and go home with any person I want. I will run away as soon as you’ve orgasmed. I will not give you any aftercare. I will yell at you for caring about me. Understand?”
He hesitated, mouth open and in distress.
“See? How does it feel when the tables are turned? Feels bad? Huh?”
He nodded, pouting.
“Well, I don’t give a fuck. Feels good from where I see it”
He lowered his gaze in defeat, once again.
You grabbed his face, once again, making him look at you.
“It’s not going to go back to what it was in one night, Harry. It will take time. I will take time.”
“Yes, yes. Whatever you want”
“Maybe months”
“Of course!”
“Years, even”
“I can wait for eternity if It means I get to be with you once again” he declared, and you cringed.
“Wow. I’m gonna dump you right now for saying that” you teased, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.
“Okay–sorry! I’m sorry. I can–I can wait for however long you want, Y/n”
You licked your lips, and he brought your hands to his face, kissing your knuckles.
“Alright. Drop me home. And I want ice cream.”
He smiled, nodding happily, and getting up in an instant.
“Yes!” he exclaimed, and you bit back a smile. He may be a moron, but he was your moron.
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Sober confessions (are a little better) - Leo valdez x reader
Part 2 of drunken confessions (kind of suck), ~3.3k words, gn reader Masterlist
Leo was in shock. It took every ounce of willpower not to burst into flames as you froze for a moment, caught off guard. “I what?” You asked, dumbstruck. What really got to him though was your face. He knew you well enough to see the subtle blush, and the suppressed smile.
But good or bad, that was the question. Leo laughed along, doing his best to play cool while his mind raced. “Yeah,” he giggled, averting his eyes casually by looking at the phone. “You had me blushing and everything,” he joked. Okay, that was a safe answer. Not saying he rejected you, or that he wanted to accept. Neutral mostly, if a little flirty. Leo’s eyes were trained on the phone screen, wide and wild as he fought a nervous smile and tried to mask it with a flirty one.
“I did?” You asked, baffled. In his peripheral he could see you do the same as him, stare at your food. Okay, now he could look at you, if you weren’t looking at him. For just a moment he wondered if it was his brain that was on fire, with logic like that. He quickly shook it off.
He got one glance in before he folded, eyes immediately darting back to the phone, which he just now realized was off, and had been for at least a minute. Shit. He turned in on, and opened a random app. In just a look he saw your wide eyes, flushed face and your hand covering your mouth, but by your eyes he could tell your pained smile. Double shit. Was drunk you onto something? Leo stared at a dumb mobile game and somehow managed to form words, “yeah,” he laughed. “You were pretty smooth.”
You cringed, and Leo decided he might be the worst guy around at reading signals, and actually you might just be embarrassed about confessing to a guy like him. You hummed awkwardly, “Oh, that’s… something.”
Something? Leo winced, waiting for you to say more. But more never came, and an awkward silence filled the air, which was somehow worse than a more awkward conversation.
You finally spoke, “Like, for real? For actually? I actually did that?”
Leo purse his lips, pausing a moment. To tell you, or not to tell you? He could probably still lie, or make a joke of it. But he promised not too. “What, you can’t believe it? It’s true, you a little smooth when you’re drunk,” he smiled cautiously.
You looked over at him curiously, and the blush across your face confused him just a little bit. “Wha-what did you say?” You asked, puzzled.
Well shit. “Uh,” he started, looking for the easiest answer. Or best answer. How to say no, but I wanted to say yes. But I can’t say yes. And you don’t want me to, not really. And I don’t want to say yes, actually, because it sucks you only like me when you’re fucked up. “No?” He said. “I-I said no, I guess.”
”Oh,” you said simply, looking back at your food.
And suddenly Leo felt very small. In a bad way, he decided. Sometimes small could be good, people like small things, some people think they’re cute. But Leo felt small like a grain of sand or dirt that gets stuck in your shoe, a constant bother but hard to shake. He wasn’t sure why he needed to defend himself on this, “Well, it’s not like I could say yes,” he laughed. “Besides, it’s not like you meant it.”
You nodded, “Right.” And he couldn’t read your expression, a language he was usually fluent in.
Panic. “Right?” He asked, trying to play it off, brow raised like he as teasing.
You looked over at him and smiled softly, nodding again, more confidently this time. “Right,” you affirmed, and stood up, plate in hand. “I think you tell me one more thing I did last night I’ll combust, so I’m gonna go catch up on whatever my chores are, alright?” You laughed warmly. “See ya later?”
Leo swallowed, nodded, “Yeah, later.”
And then you were off, first to burn what was left for the gods, and then out of the dining pavilion. And Leo was alone, and hoped nobody was around to hear that borderline painful conversation. He was certain he’d never struck out worse, in all the times he flirted around camp. And he didn’t even have to try this time. What an achievement.
…
This were bad. Your legs were shaking in your compelling mortified state as you walked out. And as soon as you turned a corner out of sight of the pavilion, you broke into a speed walk, then jog, then sprint back to your cabin. Oh my gods. You only got a few weird looks as you ran, and your head only hurt a little bit as it bobbed up and down with the steps. That was good, at least.
You shut the door behind you, and ran your fingers through your hair. Okay. Time to take stock of your dead, you supposed. You made a fool of yourself asking out Leo, and got rejected. Rejected? You dramatically collapsed on your bed. Rejected. By Leo.
What to do? Apologize? Act like it never happened? Something dramatic? Avoid him? Forever? You stared out the window at the trees a moment. You probably embarrassed him, too. Ugh. You dragged your hands across your face, pulling the skin. You half wanted to peel it off. Yikes.
Leo was far from the only person at camp you thought you’d have a shot with, but he was definitely the only one you could want. And you just had to go ruin that.
You spent a fair amount of time lamenting in your cabin, then a good stretch doing chores like you said. And did your best to keep busy as long as you could, and keep your head empty, without a thought of what had happened. At least nobody else knew. Whenever people from last night felt like talking to you, they brought up the other shenanigans, and you could have fun remembering, or hearing about your exploits. Distractions.
But the sun was setting, and you were getting restless. Ignoring problems only worked for so long, and sometimes letting them fester was worse. Damage control. You should nip this in the bud. If you payed the right cards, maybe you could recover.
You were just finishing cleaning up the arts and crafts station, when you nodded to yourself. Yeah. Good plans. Maybe you could save yourself. Half the work was done for you, he already believed it was just the alcohol.
You started to the bunker, not bothering to check his cabin. He was probably working alone, at this time of day. The sun was going down, and the sky was turning a purple haze. You half hoped you were wrong, and Leo was somewhere around seeing the pretty colours.
You knew the code, one of few with the privilege of walking in without knocking. And of course, you were right, and hopes wrong. There he was.
“Hey,” you said softly, coming up beside him. He looked up at you with his wide brown eyes, and you cringed a little, hoping you didn’t ruin your friendship with him. You could live with losing your chances with him, but your whole relationship? No shot. “Uh, I just wanted to say… sorry about last night?” You said, offering an only slightly awkward smile. “Must have been really awkward for you.”
Leo smiled as he looked up at you, cringing with his eyes. “Yeah, little bit,” he laughed, then waved his hand, dropping the metal he was tinkering with. “But it’s fine, Y/n, no need to apologize.”
Well that’s good. You sighed in relief. At least things were good. He seemed at ease. Maybe recovery could be easy. With a smile, you hopped up onto the desk beside him to sit, like usual. At least things weren’t weird. You groaned, resting the back of your head against the wall behind you. “At least I don’t remember, because I’d probably be even more mortified that way.”
Leo snickered rolling his eyes, “If you only knew.”
You raised your brow, “Dude,” you said, laughing. “Are you holding out on me? Did I do something even worse than…” you paused, not wanting to bring it up, like that would make it stuck in his head more. “Embarrassing myself completely?”
He paused, and you knew him well enough to know that was his thinking face. You braced yourself, preparing for the worst, for you to have done the most embarrassing thing you could imagine, whatever that was. You probably shouldn’t have even asked, now that you think about it. Ignorance is bli-
But he interrupted your train of thought, “Well, you always, do that,” Leo laughed, smiling softly at his hands. He quickly looked back up to you and laughed, “try to ask me out, that is.”
What. You stared at him. The fuck. “I do not,” you asserted, shaking your head. Because that would be absurd.
Leo rolled his eyes. “Yeah,” he said, like it was obvious. “Ya do.”
But if that were true, then he’d have rejected you… how many times? And just never felt like mentioning it. No chance, if that was true, you’re probably just die. Right there on the table. “Yeah, no I don’t,” you said again, somehow more confidently. “Now you’re fucking with me.”
As much as you wanted to maintain what little dignity you had, Leo didn’t look like he was fucking with you. He was smiling, but softly, tiredly even. His mischievous grin that came out when he joked. He looked too serious for this, even if he did laugh, “Yeah, no.” He shook his head, “I’m for realsies.”
But you already knew that. Even if you denied it. If you confessed once and didn’t remember, why not twice? Three times? More? Ugh. You cringed, shrinking into yourself. “That… doesn’t sound fun,” you said, leaning your head back to stare at the ceiling. But you couldn’t resist glancing down at him, as hard as you tried. “For either of us.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, staring at the floor with an awkward smile. “It’s kind of awkward, having to reject you, pretty much every time you drink,” he admitted. “I kind of hate it.”
You swallowed, completely understanding why he looked at the floor. But he seemed to have a stronger will than you, his eyes didn’t waver like yours did. Sighing, you resolved to do better, looking at the ceiling, and this time not looking back. “You hate the idea of me liking you?” You asked, wincing. It came out far weaker than you’d have liked.
He cracked a smile, leaning his head back on his chair, now staring at the ceiling. “Not the idea, just the practice,” he said, brow furrowed. “I mean, what am I even supposed to say when you do that?”
Yes? You thought. But didn’t say it. He’d already rejected you once today, it seemed. No need to make it twice. “You could have told me, you know,” you said, pulling your feet up where you sat, so your head could rest on your knees. “If you hate it so much. Maybe if you told me, I might stop.”
Leo paused, lips pursed, and then picked up his scrap metal again, and a few wires and bolts. He started to fidget as he spoke, “Well, I thought it would make things weird.”
You snickered, “I guess you weren’t wrong.”
You heard Leo let out a small laugh through his nose, “Yeah, guess so.”
Leo’s workshop bunker was never truly silent. Even when there was nobody to speak, there was always the low rumble of a machine, occasionally the soft hum of the forge, often the sound of Leo tinkering. So you couldn’t really say it was an awkward silence, but it was damn close.
Leo looked like there was more he wanted to say, brow furrowed and face scrunched as he wired a small contraption with calloused fingers. He sighed, “sorry, I probably shouldn’t have even brought it up, you were just drunk.” He looked up at you, tired smile on his lips. “Believe it or not, it was your idea for me to tell you.”
You spared him a glance, doing your best to meet his eyes. “Yeah,” you said, looking away again. Those eyes were too much. “I guess last night I was just full of bad ideas.”
”Yeah,” he snickered. “Bad ideas.”
You offered him a reluctant smile. “At least now we can forget about it, yeah?”
Leo nodded, returning the same soft smile, “consider it forgotten.”
You smiled, less reluctant this time. For better or for worse, at least things could go back to normal. It was easier to look at him now, his eyes fallen onto the project in his hands as he leaned over his desk to grab parts. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, the silence feeling much more comfortable now. “If only I had this last night, all the shenanigans could have been documented,” you laughed. Your camera roll was empty.
Leo grinned up at you, “There’s always next time, right?”
“That means you’ve got to come next time, too,” you smiled, lightly kicking him.
He shrugged, soft smile on his lips, “Well shit, how could I say no now?”
”You can’t,” you smirked. The empty camera roll needed fixing, that was certain. You turned slightly, opening the camera and holding the phone in front of you at a high angle. “Be my first picture?” You asked, looking down at him.
Wordlessly, he posed, dramatically winking and giving a thumbs up to the camera, and you snapped the shot. “Nice,” you said. It was a good first photo.
You turned to show him, but lost the will immediately. Leo was looking up at you rather intensely, lips pursed. He answered before you could ask, “Actually, Y/n, I know we just said to forget about… that whole thing,” he said, pushing his chair back and resting his feet in the table next to you. “But… I sorta promised you last night that I’d talk about it.”
Oh. You swallowed. Okay. Maybe you weren’t in the clear yet.
…
Leo was really doing it. He sighed, palms sweaty as metal pieces and wires idly bounced between them as he tried to calm his nerves. “Y/n, I don’t want to forget the things you say when you’re drunk, because they’re so…” he winced, tying to find the words that wouldn’t make him sound as pathetic as this felt. “…so nice, I guess.”
For a good moment, Leo was certain that came off horribly. But you didn’t seem to think so, looking at him with wide eyes, mouth hung slightly open. Maybe surprised.
Leo pursed his lips. You were waiting for him to say more, and who was he if he didn’t fold when you looked at him like that? “I guess I just wish you liked me when you’re sober,” he said finally, shaking his head, eyes lowering. Yeah. That was it. Straight to the point.
“Leo, I-“ you started, reaching a hand out to him. He held his breath as you hesitated, and released when you put your hand down at the edge of the table in front of him. “Leo, I like you when I’m sober.”
Leo smiled, laughing through his nose. He scooted his chair closer again, resting an elbow beside your hand so he could hold up his head as he looked up at you. “Yeah, I know,” he chuckled. “But not like that.”
You pursed your lips, deathly still, but your eyes moved to the floor.
Leo stopped you before you could respond, free hand up in the air like surrender. “Hey, and I’m not asking you too,” he said, doing his best to maintain his causal smile. He laughed, “I just… hey, we’re both full of dumb ideas. I guess I just wanted to tell you.” That might have been a lie. Telling you was the last thing he wanted. But here he was.
You stared for a moment, and Leo could feel his heart beating in his throat. Then you laughed, covering your mouth, and he gulped, preparing for the worst. “Leo,” you said, hand barely covering a smile. “Leo, oh my gods.”
Leo paused, scrunching his brow. Huh? This could go very bad. Or maybe good? You didn’t seem mad, at least.
Smiling at the floor, you scooted closer, until you were sitting just in front of him, smirking down. He must have looked like an idiot, staring up at you with wide eyes and confused the way he was. But that wasn’t unusual for him. “Leo I think your only dumb idea was liking me,” you laughed, head resting in your hands.
Now Leo was officially puzzled. He stared dumbly at you. Blinked once, twice, and then realized he should probably say something. The laughing was involuntary, and he was about fifty percent sure he liked what you were saying. “Ha,” he exclaimed. “Like that was my idea,” he said rolling his eyes, “that was all you.”
You giggled, and for a moment Leo thought he saw you blush for a moment. “Leo I might have another bad idea,” you said, leaning closer towards him.
Okay, that might be a sign, Leo thought, perhaps even a signal. He also thought he might combust, or at least burst into flames if not explode right there. But when you smiled down at him, face maybe a foot from his, it all left his brain. Not a single thought at all. “What… is it?” he asked awkwardly, grinning like a dork.
“I think,” you started, “that we should totally kiss, wouldn’t that be awesome?” you said, resting your forehead on his.
Leo flinched as your heads touched, for a split second retracting to avoid burning you. He felt hot. Burning. But not on fire. Before you could pull back too and lose the moment, he bridged the gap, eyes pressed shut, didn’t burn up, and kissed you. Oh my Gods. He was half shocked when you didn’t pull away, and had a heart attack when you kissed back, wide smile on your lips.
You giggled when you pulled back, “Hey, we should do that more often.”
Leo was grinning like an idiot, looking up at you. Wow you were pretty. And he wasn’t entirely sure this was real, he could swear he’s had this exact daydream once. But never so vivid. He shook his head, laughing. “Y/n, you’re the worst,” he giggled, letting his head fall into his hands.
”You don’t mean that,” you laughed, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.
He couldn’t help but smile more into his hands, “no, I don’t,” he said, shaking his head. “How could I, after that?”
He heard you let it a small nose laugh, and felt your hand on his. Without a seconds hesitation he let you move his hands away, and replace them with your own as you guided his head up to look at you again. He leaned gently on your hand as you spoke, “Leo, I’m sorry I made you think I- I only liked you when I’m drunk,” you said, eyes not leaving his face. “Because thats not true.”
Leo, for a moment scared you might pull your hands back, covered them in his own. And he thought your hands were the only place he could ever want to rest his head. “Well, you did a great job proving me wrong,” he snickered.
You smiled, “that’s my favourite thing to do, actually.”
”Wanna do it again?” He grinned.
Anyway. Teehee I was kicking my feet a little writing this one ngl.
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TW: p in v sex, car sex, unprotected sex, one night stand-ish?, fingering, slight degrading/ dirty talk, AFAB reader, dom! bill, reader being a cumdump
Request: HEYYYYY LUV can we get a Bill Kaulitz smut where he’s an uber driver and reader (fem) is going to a party n stuff happens in the car? bill’s super flirty and touchy thankss xx
Rating: 18+, mdni
WC: 1.6k
As the last rays of the setting sun cast a warm, golden hue across the city, it was the perfect evening for a night out on the town. And that's exactly what you had planned. You had been invited to a party at one of your closest friends' places, and you were beyond excited. The only problem? You didn't have a ride. That's when you decided to take a gamble and use an app to summon an uber driver.
You waited outside, impatiently tapping your foot as you waited for the car to arrive. And then, finally, you saw the familiar logo appear on the horizon, growing larger and larger as it drew closer. The car pulled up, its sleek lines and shiny finish reflecting the streetlights, and out stepped none other than Bill Kaulitz himself.
He was dressed casually but stylishly, with a tight black t-shirt hugging his broad chest and a pair of faded jeans that hung low on his hips. His black hair was gorgeous, and he flashed you a charming smile as he approached. "Hey there, lovely lady," he said with a wink. "You must be y/n. I'm Bill. It's nice to meet you." His voice was smooth and musical, sending shivers down your spine.
You climbed into the backseat of his car, marveling at its cleanliness and the smell of his aftershave. "Thanks for the ride, Bill. I really appreciate it." You smiled, feeling a bit flustered by his good looks and charm.
He flashed you another one of those devastatingly handsome smiles and closed the door behind you. "No problem at all, y/n. It's my pleasure. Just let me know where we're headed, and I'll get us there in style." He started the car and pulled away from the curb, glancing over at you in the rearview mirror.
The ride was surprisingly smooth, and Bill seemed to know all the backroads and shortcuts through the city. You couldn't help but feel a little nervous, though. You were in a car with someone you didn't really know, and he was being so…touchy. Every time he brushed against you or caught your eye in the mirror, your heart would race a little faster.
"So, y/n," he said casually, "what do you do for fun? Any favorite hobbies or interests?" He kept his eyes on the road as he asked, but you could tell he was waiting for your answer with bated breath.
You hesitated for a moment, not quite sure how to respond. He was being so flirty, and you weren't quite sure if he was just being friendly or if he was actually interested in you. "Well," you began, trying to sound confident and cool, "I love going out with friends, dancing, that kind of thing. And I've always been really into art. I paint in my spare time."
Bill nodded, his expression thoughtful. "That's actually really cool. I've always wished I had more time for things like that. My schedule can be pretty crazy sometimes." He glanced over at you again, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But who knows, maybe one day I'll be able to sit down and paint with you."
You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his compliment and his obvious flirtation. "Well, I'd like that, actually," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "And maybe I could give you some tips or something."
As you continued to talk, he guided the car expertly through the darkened streets of the city, weaving in and out of alleyways and avoiding potholes with ease. Suddenly, he pulled the car into a deserted parking lot, the only light coming from a single, flickering streetlamp in the distance. You felt a mixture of surprise and nervousness wash over you as he turned off the engine and reached over to undo your seatbelt.
"Bill?" you said hesitantly, glancing around the empty lot. "What are we doing?"
He flashed you that devastatingly charming smile and leaned in close, his breath warm against your neck. "Oh, nothing much," he whispered. "I just thought we could have some fun." With a confident hand, he reached up and cupped your face, pulling you closer until your lips were mere inches apart. You could feel the heat emanating from his body, and your heart raced wildly in your chest.
Before you could even process what was happening, he'd undone your jeans and pushed them down your hips, revealing your lace black underwear. You gasped as he roughly tugged them to the side, burying his face in your neck and growling with desire. His hand found its way between your legs, and you moaned as he roughly fingered you through your underwear.
Heat spread through your body like wildfire as Bill's rough touch ignited every nerve ending. His fingers expertly teased and probed, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You arched your back, moaning loudly into the night as you felt yourself begin to lose control. The sound of your own desperation only seemed to fuel his passion, and he growled in approval as he slid a finger inside you. "Get in the back" he growled.
Shaking with need, you scrambled to undo the back of the car. The cold metal pressed against your back as you leaned against it, feeling every inch of his body as he pressed close behind you. His fingers continued to work their magic, and you could feel the tension building within you, threatening to break free at any moment.
With a groan, he lifted you up, pulling your underwear down your legs as he positioned himself at your entrance. You gasped as he thrust forward, filling you completely. The sensation of him inside you was unlike anything you'd ever felt before, and you arched your back, meeting his rhythm with your own.
His hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples as he thrust into you. You felt your orgasm building, growing more intense with each passing second. Bill's breath came hot against your ear as he groaned in pleasure, his hips slamming harder against you. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the air, drowning out everything else around you.
The sensation of being so intimately connected to him was overwhelming, and you could feel your muscles tensing, preparing to release the wave of pleasure that was building inside you. You clung to him, digging your nails into his back as you arched your back, moaning his name.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. The cold metal of the car pressed against your back, adding another layer of sensation as he drove into you. You could feel the head of his cock brushing against something deep inside you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.
With a growl, he pushed you down onto the hood of the car, still inside you. The impact sent a jolt through both of you, and he began to move faster, harder. You could feel your orgasm building, building, building, until finally it exploded around you in a wave of heat and pleasure. Your body tensed and spasmed as you came, and he followed you over the edge, groaning into your neck as he emptied himself inside you.
As your senses slowly began to return, you became aware of the cool air brushing against your damp skin, and the soft murmur of the city in the distance. You lay there, still connected to Bill, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest against your back. He was hard again, and after a few moments, he began to move, slowly and methodically, pulling out and thrusting back in.
The pain of his rough movements sent a thrill through you, and you arched your back, meeting his rhythm. He growled in approval, his hands finding your breasts once more, squeezing and pinching them. You could feel your body starting to respond again, the tension building within you.
Bill's hips slammed into you, faster and harder this time, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his release. You moaned his name, arching your back as the sensation of him filling you built to a fever pitch. With a final, desperate thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his hips snapping forward as he came, his hot seed spilling into you.
You could feel his weight pressing down on you, and for a moment, you thought he might collapse on top of you. But instead, he pulled out, his softening cock slipping free from your body. With a sigh, he leaned forward, kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. "That was fun," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "Maybe we should do it again sometime."
You laughed, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Maybe," you replied, though you knew there was no maybe about it. You wanted him to touch you again, to feel that connection with him. He leaned back, looking down at you, his eyes filled with desire. "But next time," he continued, "I want to take you somewhere really special."
He helped you to your feet, and you stood there, feeling slightly dazed and disoriented. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and you rested your head against his chest. "Where could be more special than this?" you asked, looking around the dark, empty parking lot.
He smiled, kissing the top of your head. You climbed into the passenger seat, and he pulled the gearshift, beginning the drive to your friend's house once more.
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Rewatching in preparation for tomorrow, and here are some lines from Ep 03 that wind me up like uppers:
“You brought me to a place I can’t leave”
Ahahaha this makes me insane. Looney tunes like, and I ain’t even kidding. My boy Rick knows all about prisons, he used to run one! And he learned the pitfalls of ruling by decree as opposed to by consensus precisely when Michonne came into their lives. He literally abdicates as leader the moment he realises she’s gone and he has therefore fucked up. It wasn’t losing his mind to grief. It wasn’t kicking out survivors who did him no wrong. His turning point was Michonne. You guys, the way thinking about this makes me vibrate. Into my veins, episode 4. Into my veins!!!
“This place has a 500 year plan (to remake the world like it was…better)”.
I have said plenty as to why that’s a scary thing to even consider but the part I haven’t mentioned is: THIS IS NOT A THING. LONG TERM CONTINUITY IN POLITICS IS NOT A THING. Not without hegemony, and dynastic rule, and even then! Even institutional hegemony (think one party rule) isn’t sufficient to manifest your destiny or whatever “noble” goal you think you’re pursuing. People learn and adapt and die; technology and institutions change. So unless walkers are to be put in charge at some point this isn’t sustainable - you can’t plan ahead like that. It’s just propaganda. Listen, even Mao only went ahead with 5 year batches and none of his plans fully worked by the way. This idea that their children’s children will have a better world and that justifies fascism and genocide? Bananas.
Even the Age of Pericles didn’t last 100 years, and while Athens was having a ball for a bit there, it also brought repression, ushered one of the most famous wars in history, and formally ended with Athens being conquered by the Macedonians. Which well and truly tracks. Congratulations everybody on your planning skills*. Zero notes.
“There’s nothing here. What is it protecting?”
The queen herself asking the real questions. Because why would a base in the middle of nowhere, on the other side of the country, be important to the CRM’s security? This only makes sense if Thorne’s second answer is the only real answer: expanding operations along the west coast.
So, to recap: these motherfuckers “forecasted” that Omaha would be a drain on resources and it was better to zombify everyone there (and in Portland? WB watchers let me know), but they have enough fuel, toys, and manpower to build a military compound across the country to “expand operations” for no apparent particular reason, and they’re doing this without even telling any civilian authority in the republic. Am I getting this right? If so, how very Pinochetista of them.
“(If this breach happens) the plan goes back to zero”
So what you’re telling me is that all my siblings in Christ, king and queen of the apocalypse, Thee Grimes, need to do is break down those shitty defences and bring over a horde and y’all gotta start from scratch - and maybe explain yourselves to your actual civilian authorities? Ooooh, my people better say Bet! It’d be sweet payback for Omaha too, which I heard in Ep 01 Major General Beale was totally looking into [hotdog guy dot gif]. Can’t fucking wait.
“You better understand” / “ma’am yes ma’am”
Just like “no salute?”, “you better understand” does a hair-raising job of showing just how hard Thorne is committed to this thing, to this cause. Like Okafor, she lost everything, and like Okafor the promise of her life, her continued existence meaning something is what keeps her going. Jadis calls herself a believer, but what she truly is, is an opportunist: she believes because it becomes and benefits her. Meanwhile there’s a whole essay on the Sunken Cost Fallacy to be written about Pearl Thorne. In a way, this makes her a much greater threat to Richonne. Jadis is a weasel, but she’ll adapt to anything. Pearl needs the CRM like a life jacket. It quite literally saved her from drowning.
And then on the other side of that is Michonne, watching Rick behaving like a trained dog and yelling out callbacks. Being deferential. And… there’s two prongs to this: one Michonne has seen powerful & dangerous, and Thorne doesn’t make top ten on that list. But more importantly, two: Michonne knows what it’s like to have real power over Rick Grimes: we talk about “I was afraid you’d talk me out of it, you could have” because it’s beauuuutiful, but before that, the way she stands up to him when going to Alexandria, right in front of the group, asserting herself without stomping on him (“you know what you know —but I don’t”) is something else. She knows what it’s like to command that kind of acquiescence from this man, so the idea of her witnessing this little piece of theatre? Like, idk about y’all but I could feel the murder vibes.
And listen, she and the show are so real for that.
*bit of a nerd moment but the concept of Thucydides Trap, which is extrapolated from The History of the Peloponnesian War is deeply loved and misunderstood by wannabe realists in intl relations & military command positions. Beale strikes me as a Thucydides truther. More on that here if anyone feels like looking.
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MOOD (C.S)
SMUT 18+
(CHRIS X FEMALE READER)
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mood | SMUT | you have been childhood bestfriends with nick you got along with all his family and friends except chris who had always given you a hard and troubled time. One day nick matt and chris had gotten into an argument in a truth or dare drink game, where something was said by matt and chris was hurt by the comment saying ‘what would you know you don’t even get good pussy’ you knew he didn’t like to be seen weak by his brothers so you excuse yourself to the bathroom knowing you were going straight to his room. You walked down the corridor down to the door of his room hearing whimpers and your name?
authors notes : SORRY THIS IS SO LONG HAHAHAH I GOT CARRIED AWAY.
chris - •
Y/N - •
nick - •
matt - •
“guys c’mon it’s not that deep it was just a a comment chris don’t be like this”
“no matts being a dick”
“says the one with a small one”
nick bursted out laughing at matts joke. i couldn’t help giggle a bit i mean it was funny but definitely not true i knew that for a fact.
“PUSSSSYYYYYY” nick yelled with his hand around his mouth.
“bro shut up” chris stormed off after that
i knew he didn’t like to be seen as ‘weak’ by his brothers there was no such thing as weak to me i knew he just didn’t like loosing an argument with his brothers even though their arguments don’t last 10 minutes.
“guys you didn’t have too say that you know he will be in a bad mood all day ugh”
“whattt is was funny you must admit”
“i will admit it was funny but boy is this gonna be hard to get him out of a mood”
i went to chris’ room hearing whimpers and your name? Maybe he could hear you coming and wanted you to come in his room already he could not have been crying about this gosh it was not that serious. I opened the room door softly so he couldn’t hear in case he was crying but i found myself staring at him head laid back in pleasure as he jerked off to a picture? Not even a porn video, a photo. I walked round to his bedside table with a pair of panties I left at their house party the other day, I must’ve left them here when Chris had carried me to his room since I was wasted. I grabbed the panties and shoved them in my mini shorts pocket and I guess Chris must’ve heard me because he opened his eyes to look straight down at his throbbing dick and then at you.
“Y/N what are you doing here oh my god I’m so sorry what the actual fuck and you probably don’t ever want to be around me again oh my god” he jumps up and off his bed rushing to find his clothes putting them on quicker than I could blink. He was fully clothed which I wanted the opposite.
it’s not like I haven’t seen Chris like this before I just haven’t got an upfront view of him.
“your acting like I haven’t walked in on you multiple times fucking a girl at a party. why are you acting soft weren’t you just hitting on me at your party practically begging for me to have sex with you.”
“shut up you know I was just as drunk as you were.”
“ is that the only reason you wanted to fuck me?” I knew he was a player but boy was he hot.
“what.”
“You heard me, I mean you kept my panties from the other night when you brought me too your room and I mean you were moaning my name about 5 minutes ago”
“Oh so you really wanna do this?”
“Oh cmon of course I do, I’ve seen the way you look at me.” I was now straddling his lap looking up at him straight in his icy blue eyes.
I shuffled around him as I felt his bulge grow bigger under my heat, god how bad I wanted it already. He wrapped his veiny hands around my waist and keeping a grip on my hips.
“Stop doing that.” He demanded in a low voice. I knew exactly what I was doing I want him to want me, bad.
I moved around some more as we kept eye contact and I saw his head go back eye pinned to the back of his head. he had grunted loud enough for nick and Matt to hear so I got off him slowly making sure he was teased enough I walked taking my time towards his door to leave. He was sat until he saw me leaving, he got up following me.
“don’t be like that you tease” he grabs your wrists pulling you back into the room, shutting the door behind him and sitting you down on his bed.
“get me out of a ‘mood’ then. Suck it.” he put his hands up acting out “ whilst saying mood.
he now stood infront of me his buldge being outlined boldly. I could see it so clearly and it was massive. I raced to remove his belt as he took of my fresh love hoodie.
“you look sexy with and without my hoodie on, I know it’s mine because it’s a special one embroided with a small c on the heart your not slick”
“oh shush you gave it to me when I was drunk on your bed and plus it smells good.”
“Sauvage Dior” “sauvage dior” me and Chris said at the same time.
“I know I saw you putting it on as you left me in your room locking it behind you when you went back out to the party”
I was left in just my bra and my short shorts as Chris smirked looking behind me to unhook your bra. I ripped off his shirt and he put his arms up as i stood up because sitting down I was too short to reach and I still could barely reach so he helped take it off, revealing his snail trail. I could only imagine the things we are going to do today and tonight. His Jeans are already falling off as I took of his belt and I pulled down his Jeans to his ankles and he removed them fully and threw them to the side. I stood up kissing him passionately as he pulled down my micro shorts leaving me in nothing but a lace thong covering basically nothing. I could see his throbbing 10inch dick in his Calvin klein boxers, there was already a patch of precum im guessing from when I was grinding at his dick. I just wanted it in me already i was pleading for it in my mind. Chris groaned as I pulled down his boxers letting his cock spring up to his stomach. God how many times could I say his cock was lengthy. I sat down on his bed not knowing what to do next, it’s not that I didn’t have experience on sex I just didn’t know what Chris wanted me to do.
“I think I remember me saying suck my dick.” he said it in such a tone I couldn’t wait a second longer too.
I dropped to my knees and readjusted myself by gripping onto his thighs. My hands led up his leg, Chris grunting in anticipation and I could tell he could wait any longer for me to give him head. I wrapped my hands around his base and slowly licked a strip from his base to his tip, I could see Chris face scrunch up in pleasure. I then put my mouth around his length and bobbed my head up and down I could feel the heat emitting from his tip.
“I can’t take it. It’s too much.”
“take it. you wanted this didn’t you”
“I expected you not too be this good”
“Oh cmon I have experience you know.”
“I know that now.” He said breathily.
I removed my lips with a pop and pumped his dick with my hands before I could see a long white string shoot out at my face. Chris was grunting like crazy. I quickly wrapped my mouth around his length to let him finish In my mouth.
“Get on the bed.” the way his voice had sounded all broken up in pleasure.
I moved myself up onto the bed. I would do anything he said to me he was so attractive when he was demanding, as if he wasn’t demanding everyday, but the way he says it so roughly. Not long after Chris had positioned himself looking straight up at me as his head was in between my thighs. He started leaving kissed on my inner thigh leaving hickeys. Now I’d have to wear his matching fresh love set with the joggers so Nick and Matt wouldn’t suspect anything while the dark red spots go away within hopefully a week.
“Look at you already so needy for me” he mumbled on my thigh.
He gave me no time to respond before his head was in between my thighs, tongue licking stripes up my pussy before he put his tongue in.
“Christopher! Ugh oh my god ah” i made such noises that i was sure Nick and Matt could hear me. I arched my Back letting my pussy grind into his face making me whimper in pleasure.
“such pretty noises you make, don’t be too loud you don’t want Matt and nick too hear us.”
I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying I was too busy moaning as he fucked me with his tongue. The way his nose was pushing into my clit I could just feel the knot open my stomach becoming tighter I was sure I was gonna come. My hands were engulfed in his hair and his hand was on my neck whilst his other being on my thigh rubbing slowly up and down.
“Chris I’m g-gon-gonna come”
“Go on sweetheart come for me.”
chris slurped up every last drop his eyes didn’t leave mine the whole time the way I panted and tried catching my breath after my high made Chris give a smirk. He trailed up my body leaving a kiss on every part of my body until he met my lips connecting them with his own.
“Let’s see how sexy you look on my cock” his words already had me whimpering and I got up off the bed letting Chris go where I was previously laying down. I sat on the side waiting for him to get comfortable as he grabbed my hips and I opened my legs putting one on the other side of his waist lining him with my opening.
His veiny cold hands were still on my waist as he guided and pushed me down on his cock. He gave me no time to adjust as he was bouncing me up and down it took everything in me not to moan so load that the neighbours would hear me.
He started thrusting his hips up as I moved myself, his pace picked up. He latched one of his hands onto my throat. Pulling me down allowing him to hit another spot I never knew could be hit. I whimpered as his grip tightened I was sure he was going to leave bruises with how hard his fingers were pressing into my skin. the only thing that could cover this was concealer and a hoodie.
“God I was right you look so much sexier taking my length you slut.” The dirty talk made me whine and whimper a load moan left my lips as he took me off his dick.
“Chris that was s-so good”
“Oh slut I haven’t comed yet have I?”
You shook your head
“Words ma”
ma? I knew straight after he was done fucking me he would be done with me. We would leave this room as enemies just like how I came in.
He flipped me over.
“hands and knees, sweetheart.”
He put me face down ass up. I was sure that was his favourite position. I looked back at him in anticipation lifting my head from the pillow I knew I would be back in not even 5 seconds later.
“Fuck me like you hate me” I whined in anticipation for his length to be in me already,
“Oh you know I will. Look at you moaning for your enemy to fuck you already.” He whispered into my ear as his breath was tickling my shoulder.
he put one hand on my back as I arched and he kept the other around my neck. God his hands were so cold making this even better.
“Christopher, please.”
“Please what” i moaned as he chuckled.
“use your words, princess.”
“fuck me now”
“Very demanding, use a nicer tone”
“please fuck me Christopher, please.”
“Christopher huh? You’ve been calling me that a lot, I thought you said you’d only ever call me chris?”
“Shut up”
“Shut up huh, oh I’ll make you be quiet”
I was about to talk before he cut me off by putting his length in me as he gave me no time to adjust. He picked up his pace and then he sent me over the edge as he leaned over my back sucking marks onto my sweet spot behind my ear.
Chris continued his rough pace as I saw my phone ring on the side of the bed.
“C-Chris-Christopher, it’s Matt Stop for a sss-second”
“alright.”
I reached over to the side of his bed and grabbed my phone picking up matts call as chris’ cock was still in me.
“yeah Matt what’s up?” You said pretty breathily as you were just getting railed by Chris.
“are you and Chris okay in there? It sounds like your both crying”
“Yeah ahahah he just told me a sad story we’re okay”
“Are you sure?”
“Mhm tot-“ I felt chris’ dick pump brutally inside of me. God he was being such a tease, was he trying to get us caught?
“Hello?” Matt said questionably
“Oh Uhm yeah s-sss-sorry I saw a fly I was swatting it away”
“alright we’ll me and nick want to get wingstop want anything?”
I slapped chris’ hand to stop as i said our orders.
“Uuuhhh that should be it”
“what’s up with you don’t you not like chris and now your suddenly sharing a meal with him”
“Gosh he must be telling her a sob story to make her feel bad for him” I heard nick yell on the phone.
“shut up” chris muttered into the phone
“I heard that and I’m telling Nick”
“Yeah yeah whatever”
“Still in a mood?”
“No he’s not, just an attitude as always.” You added.
I hung up as chris impaled his dick straight back into me arching my back letting him hit my g spot with every hit. I moaned so loud but the silence after let me hear Nick and Matt shutting the door behind them as they left to get food.
“I’m gonna come pretty girl”
“Chris, Christopher, please.” My begging was like a melody to him.
“Of course sweetheart.” The names he used were just oh so sweet.
“At the same time” I nodded to his comment as my head was locked into his pillow my mascara dripping in my tears staining my cheeks and his pillow.
“did you want to stop, princess?” Chris muttered.
“no, no I just need to come so bad”
“does the little slut want me to come in her pussy that’s so tight.”
I nodded and that made Chris tip over the edge.
“3..2..1” chris groaned.
We both let go at the same time filling me up. He took out his dick and our juices spilled out as he pushed his dick back up to contain all of it and then taking it back out. The rest that had already leaked over my pussy he licked up and took it into his mouth leaving some on his finger sticking it in my mouth.
“We taste so good mixed together don’t we”
“Mhm” I whimpered as I was still riding out my high.
“You did so good princess.”
I crawled over his bed standing myself up but falling straight away.
“Careful” he picked me up bridal style and ran me a bath.
He put me on his sink as it filled up and he put bubbles in it knowing how much I loved it.
“C’mon” he picked me back up and slid me into the bath
he left me in the room and picked up my panties, his custom fresh love hoodie and went to his wardrobe to get his matching custom fresh love sweatpants. He picked up his clothes and had set them on his gaming desk.
He cleaned his room removing his mascara smudged pillow case and cum stained sheets. Putting them in his wash basket, he grabbed fresh new white cover and redid his bed making it look like nothing had happened.
“Christopher, come lay with me for 10 minutes pleasee” I pleaded.
“Alright love” he walked over and sat behind me and I laid back onto his chest.
Ten minutes had gone by and I could hear nick and Matt coming back in the house yelling over something.
“Shit” i stood up from my comfortable position cuddling Chris. I could now stand on my own. I hopped out the bath and dried myself off. Chris unplugging the bath letting the water drain.
“Baby i set out your clothes on my bed”
“Thank you”
I got dressed rapidly and grabbed Chris’ clothes off his desk and threw them at him.
“Get dressed our food is heree”
“I thought you were getting dressed so we weren’t caught.”
“Yeah well and that.”
Chris got dressed and walked up behind me and gave me a hug from the back.
“I’m hungry let’s go”
We went to Matt and nick seeing them already eating their food. I skipped over to the table in their kitchen and saw me and chris’ food set out. I sat down and ate my food. Chris grabbed his and walked to sit next to Matt.
“Yall fucked I can tell Y/N is wearing new clothes and she had a bath and same with you Chris”
“YALL NASTY EW IM GOING” nick grabbed his food rushing to his room. Matt followed and ran to his room with his food.
“Well fuck” I said and looked at chris. chris moved chairs to the one next to me and we ate our food giggling and laughing the whole night until we went to his bedroom and finished our night cuddling.
THE NEXT MORNING
I woke up to being in chris’ room. FUCK. I remember all of last night I was drunk enough to have sex with Chris god what is wrong with me.
“what the fuck am I doing here”
“oh uhm Y/N what happened why are you in my room, and in my bed.”
“Chris don’t you remember we had sex last night, I guess we were just so drunk”
“Oh yeah right” he chuckled. It looked like he didn’t give a fuck just like I knew he wouldn’t.
“Chris we only fucked because we were drunk, that’s it.”
“Yeah I know that”
I stormed out of his room running straight to nicks. I burst into his room seeing him awake
“You out of it now.” He laughed out.
“Shut up I was drunk”
“I know, I know.”
“Sorry for sleeping with your brother.”
“I know you hate him it was the game that made you out of it”
I laughed as I jumped onto his bed giggling watching tiktok with him.
I mean that is the only reason I fucked Chris right.
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the café critique project | 1 | kuroo x reader
pairing : kuroo tetsurou x reader
summary : Kuroo Tetsurou is two parts earnestness, four parts snark and a whole lotta competitiveness. It's your job as his best friend to make sure that you keep that last bit in check — so when the two of you make a bet to find out who knows the best cafés, it's only natural that things snowball into something more.
(Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader : The one where you both intend to win — and maybe even become something more along the way.)
tags : best friends to lovers, college au, fem + afab reader, idiots to lovers, romance, fluff, mutual pining, dumbasses in love
notes : surprise! (btw i haven't reread this properly. at all. if you find any grammar errors please do let me know lol)
read on ao3 here
You collapse into the seat in the corner of the classroom for your eight AM lecture with a groan. There’s an audible thunk as your forehead makes contact with the desk, and almost immediately, an annoying cackle fills your ears.
You turn your head just enough to catch sight of the menace sitting next to you.
“Hello, there,” Kuroo says, grinning. He leans forward in his seat, looking terribly smug for someone who’s going to be dead the moment you get the energy to move. “I recall telling someone that staying up to finish studying after their shift was a bad idea. I was right as always.”
You narrow your eyes as you straighten, “You do it after volleyball practice too!”
“I don’t look like a zombie the next morning.”
He pushes a bottle of water towards you and you take it, chirping, “You’re right! You look worse.”
Kuroo scoffs, but he can’t hide the way his lips tug upwards. “Whatever you say.”
You chug the water, surprised by how thirsty you were. It helps clear the lingering effects of sleep from your mind, but you clap your hands to your cheeks to make sure you don’t fall asleep anyway.
When the professor enters, you lean in to whisper to him, “I made notes for the class you weren’t at because of that match — I’ll give them to you after class.”
He grins.
The story of your friendship with Kuroo is a funny one. You met him in your Chemistry 101 lecture in first year, argued with him throughout the duration of the course, and as luck would have it, ended up in all the same classes as him the next semester.
Tall, athletic and charming when he wants to be, most people you knew thought that Kuroo was cool. And yes, you’ll admit it, Kuroo Tetsuro is cool — at first glance.
When you spend enough time with him, you find out just how much of a nerd he really is. He knows all about the chemical names and properties of common drugs and compounds because he reads about them when he’s bored. He once got scared of a squirrel when you were walking through campus in the evening. His hair looks like a rooster’s nest because it simply refuses to change shape once he wakes up.
Long-term group projects and late nights in the library were the push you needed to realise how well you actually got along. He invited you to one of his matches and you told him about the bookstore you work at part time; eventually, that turned into dropping by the other’s place to watch bad movies and have stupid debates that end up being so funny that you cry tears of mirth.
Somewhere along the way, he became one of your best friends, and you’re glad he did — even if you refuse to tell him that. You shudder. You can already imagine him gloating about it.
The weather is pleasantly warm after class. Walking past the crowds of younger students heading in and out of the building, you nudge Kuroo with your elbow.
“Let’s go get coffee. I don’t think I’m completely awake yet.”
He snorts, pulling the strap of his bag so it settles on his shoulder. “Sure. There’s a really good café down the street. Let’s go there.”
“Do you mean the Gold Teacup?” you ask him, disbelief evident in the way your voice pitches up at the end. “The campus recommendation page said that that place has bad coffee. I heard they burnt it and their prices aren’t worth the hype.”
“No,” he rebuts, aghast at your vehement protest. “Their cappuccinos were okay! And the tea was to die for. You’ve just never been there.”
“They’re more of a tea place than a coffee place. I mean, teacup is in the name,” you say with a shrug. “It would be embarrassing if their tea was bad. Anyway, I want coffee. The nice kind of coffee, specifically”
Kuroo crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow, “Well, do you have any suggestions, Oh Great Café Expert?”
You mirror his position, huffing. “As a matter of fact, I do. Little Plates two blocks down from here.”
The expression he makes is somehow a perfect mix of horror and disgust. “You’re kidding me, right? Have you seen the reviews online? The Gold Teacup is way better than Little Plates!”
“But Little Plates has those sandwiches!”
“I thought you wanted coffee!”
“Their coffee is good too!”
“No, it isn’t!”
You glare at each other for a solid minute until Kuroo sighs, covering his face like he's some sort of tormented artist. “I must educate you on the nuances of good food and beverages. Your taste is so bad that I might even cry.”
You let out an amused snort and say, smirking, “Let's raise the stakes, then. Clearly, we've never been to the other café, so let's go to both. We can decide whose taste is better at the end.”
Kuroo's grin becomes sharper, a touch of that single minded focus he has on the court entering his eyes. “Let’s do it then. Loser has to do anything the winner wants.”
You shake his hand to seal the deal, the golden glow of daylight wrapping around you both.
A quick game of rock paper scissors (that Kuroo tried to turn into a best two out of three , to no success) had decided that you’d choose your first stop, which is why the two of you are standing in the fragrant pastel interior of Little Plates.
True to its name, the café’s primary attraction is the plates. Powder blue, pale green, sunshine yellow — they’re in every colour, artfully arranged to hang on walls and sit on shelves throughout the space. They balance the interior out well, somehow making sure that nothing about it is overwhelming. It’s one of the reasons why you’d been drawn to this place. The interior just looks soothing, settling your nerves when you’ve spent days gruelling over some or the other assignment.
You scan the menu on the wall behind the counter with an eagle eye. If you’re going to make that annoying rooster-head admit your taste is superior, you need to choose the best damn thing this place has to offer.
Knowing Kuroo, he’ll be incredibly picky about everything, if only to win the bet. For beverages, they’ve got coffee — mostly the usual options — and then there’s smoothies and juices. Any of those should work, but it’d be best if you get him something that he likes. Kuroo isn’t that fond of pastries, although the ones here are pretty good if you think about it. He prefers savoury food over sweet, so that rules out the muffins and pies as well. You glance back at the sandwiches listed longingly. They’re definitely your favourite thing to have here. Maybe you should just order what you’d usually have?
A deep voice right beside your ear jerks you out of your thoughts. “Having trouble choosing something good?”
Your hand jumps to your ear reflexively and you send Kuroo a baleful stare. His position means you’re face-to-face, his shit-eating grin only a few inches away.
“Well?” he prompts, his smile turning saccharine sweet.
You sniff, turning back to the cashier to give her your order.
Something had compelled you to choose the fish sandwich, with pickles spread over the length of the bread, tomatoes and lettuce almost spilling out from the edges. Just looking at it makes your mouth water, and it takes considerable effort not to devour your own sandwich (your favourite one on the menu, the one you order every time you drop by) that’s sitting on your plate, looking more and more appealing by the second. Instead, you pour your focus into winning this bet once and for all.
You pick up your coffee, the condensation on the glass chilling your skin as you take a sip.
Kuroo picks up his sandwich, and takes a bite.
You stare him down, attention locked on to the way his eyes widen the tiniest bit. “How is it?”
He opens his mouth to respond but you cut him off before he does, “If you lie and say you don’t like it just for the sake of winning the bet, then I promise you I will put tiny legos all over your bedroom floor when you are asleep. In fact, I will put legos everywhere. On your bed. In your bags. In your hair. Keep that in mind.”
Kuroo wisely shuts his mouth, deciding to reevaluate his response. “It’s nice,” he admits, a hint of a sulk tugging at the edges of his lips. “It tastes good, and it’s cheap too — but it’s not mind-blowing!” The last bit is added almost as an afterthought, denial for the sake of it, and you have to press your lips together to stifle your laugh.
He picks up the juice next (it’s mixed fruit, freshly made) and shakes the cup a little for emphasis. “This is really good though — there aren’t many places around campus that sell fresh juice.”
Grinning, you point out, “It tastes good! You said it yourself! Which means the score is one to zero and my taste is brilliant as ever.”
You do a little dance in celebration of your well-deserved edge over Kuroo. He pulls a face in response, and this — this is the kind of shit you want the people that fawn over him to see. Kuroo's petty, he’s insanely competitive and he acts like a grade schooler when you press the right buttons.
“We’re going to my choice now, you heathen,” he taunts. “You’ll learn just how wrong you were.”
You look around the Gold Teacup as Kuroo orders.
After days of only seeing the café from the outside, you can say with certainty that the interior is definitely more beautiful. Where Little Plates is all pastels, the Gold Teacup is an array of browns. Wood makes up most of their decor, furniture fitting in a distinctly elegant theme that’s carried throughout the space.
Low-hanging ceiling lamps wash the entire area in a soft, warm light, perfectly complementing the cream coloured upholstery on the seats.
“Come on,” Kuroo says once he’s done. He tosses his arm around your shoulders, tugging you along with him. “Let’s sit.”
Soon enough, you’ve got a steaming cup of hojicha in front of you, the scent of the tea curling around you. Kuroo’s gaze on you feels like a physical weight and you try to ignore it as you take a tentative sip.
The tea warms the inside of your mouth, the gentle notes of cocoa rising from behind the smokey, rich nutty flavour. It tastes like a hug , you think, incredulous.
“Well?” Kuroo asks, his voice low.
You close your eyes, sighing. “It’s good. I’ve never even tried hojicha before — I had no idea it would taste like this.”
Kuroo’s grin widens as he says, “The score’s one to one now. I got lucky — I almost went for sencha, but switched it to hojicha at the last minute.”
“Why’d you change your mind?”
“Sencha is pretty high in caffeine, and you’d already had that coffee back at Little Plates. Hojicha has much less caffeine — it has more of a roasted flavour too so I thought you’d like it more,” he says, eyes locked on to his own cup. You bite back your grin at the sight of his ears turning red.
He looks up for a moment, promptly getting wound up by your expression. “Don’t look at me like that! My grandma taught me about tea — that’s the only reason why I know all this!”
“I didn’t even say anything!” you say, laughing. “I just thought it was sweet how you chose hojicha because of the caffeine content. You’re such a nerd.”
Kuroo huffs, a bright flush creeping across his face. “What about you, huh? You chose the fish sandwich knowing that I like fish!”
It’s your turn to be befuddled. While it is true that you’d seen him choose fish over meat before, it had never really registered as a fact in your head.
“I just guessed,” you tell him, feeling uncharacteristically flustered. “I thought you’d like it more.”
An awkward silence settles over the two of you for a second until Kuroo breaks it with one of his classic smirks. “This round is clearly a tie. Don’t be mistaken though — I will win in the end.”
You scoff, “Fat chance! I’m going to win.”
The afternoon sunlight streams in through the windows, lighting the two of you as you bicker.
Round one
Kuroo : 1
You : 1
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Spinning Now: "Finish What Ya Started" by Van Halen (1988)
Pairing: Josh x Female Reader
Word Count: 8.2k
Description: You and Josh, your favorite new co worker, decide to share more than drinks as what started as a normal night turns into something you never expected.
Warnings: Smoking, Drinking, Cursing, Drug Use, Heavy Flirting, Praise, Dirty Talk, Touching, Mention of Breakups and Heartbreak, Sadness. Smut: Kissing, Oral M!receiving
New town, new job, new life.
That’s always how things went in the movies, and every time, the girl always got her happy ending.
How hard can it be, right?
After you’d managed to knock the first new off your list when you moved out of your ex’s house and to the next city over, the “job” part was next in line. After a week of filling out applications, you finally landed on the perfect selection, a serving job at Angelo’s Pizza.
You’d started this new job about about three months ago, and you finally felt like you were getting your footing with the flow of things. You’d been a server for as long as you could remember, but getting used to a new restaurant with new people and new menus and management could sometimes prove to be difficult. You were handling it with as much grace as you could, and the money was killer, so you stuck it out.
“You coming to the bar with me tonight?” your new favorite coworker, Josh asked as he stared into the kitchen from the expo window, rolling a pile of coasters across the countertop.
“Mmmh…” You mumbled under your breath. “I dunno, I’ve been here since lunch and my feet are absolutely killing me.”
”Ugh don’t be such a prude, Y/N.” He responded, taking a pepperoni and cheese in one hand, and a supreme in the other. “We’ll be sitting down the whole time. Ya know. In barstools.”
“Shut the fuck up.” You teased, elbowing him in the ribs. “I guess so, but I can’t stay out late like last weekend. I open tomorrow.”
“Oooo, a clopen. That sucks. Well, I don’t. So I can get drunk, and you can watch me.” He flashed you a giant smile before taking off with the pizzas in hand, disappearing into the sea of people seated in the restaurant.
Josh had befriended you on your very first day, comforting you after your manager harshly scolded you for ringing something in incorrectly.
“Don’t worry about it.” He’d said as you pouted in the walk-in. “I still fuck my shit up all the time. The cooks don’t really care, plus if you mess somethin’ up, we get to eat the fucked up pizza.” That was the only thing he said to you the entire day, but it really stuck with you, immediately making you feel a lot better about your tiny mistake.
Now, after a few months of working side by side with Josh, you’d actually gotten to know each other fairly well, and you’d even go as far as calling him one of your good friends. You’d managed to get to know all your coworkers on a surface level, but Josh actually took the time to listen to you when you spoke, and showed real interest in the things you had to say, no matter how menial.
He was cute, and around the same age as you, but there was something about Josh that you couldn’t put your finger on. It was something that struck you, making him stand out from the rest of the guys you worked with. His aura pulled you in, and the way his eyes sparkled in the neon that covered the walls of the restaurant didn’t help the fact that he sometimes made your heart skip a beat. You decided that it was just his looks, though, catching you off guard every once in a while as you were around him more. Most importantly, he made you feel welcome. Like a good friend should.
The more you got to know Josh, the more open he became with you, and you quickly learned that his real personality outside of work was a little bit different than when you were on the clock. It’d become almost a habit, now, joining Josh at his favorite dive bar down the street when you’d both end up on the same closing schedule. It was like Groundhog Day, Josh would ask you to come out, you’d find an excuse to turn him down, but you always left Angelo’s with your hand in his as you tiredly dragged yourselves down the street. Sometimes other coworkers would join you, but it was always the two of you left shutting the bar down, joking and laughing with one another as you waited for your Ubers.
Josh was quickly becoming a norm for you. A fun, platonic norm. And though you were both flirty with one another, it never felt as though it would go past anything but that. Just friends. And you were very content with that.
So tonight, as things wound down and the patrons closed out their tabs, you felt as if you really could use a nightcap or two to reward yourself for not making even one mistake on your orders today.
As you tied the oversized trash bag closed, you met eyes with Josh as he skillfully swiped the mop across the sticky, sauce-covered floor.
He grinned when he saw you looking, making your stomach drop. “What?” He asked, biting his lower lip in as he staved off a full-on smile.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how you roped me into going out again tonight.” You said with faux aggravation.
Josh sucked in his teeth as he plopped the mop back into the big yellow bucket, rolling it over to where you stood. “Actually, I asked you out with me tonight for another reason. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was gonna get absolutely shit hammered, tonight.” His tone was serious rather than silly, and you instantly felt like something was wrong.
“What’s the other reason?” You pressed, lifting the bag from the can. “Everything okay?”
He shook his head and swallowed, opening the double doors to the kitchen to go and dump his bucket. You followed closely behind him with your trash.
“Eh, not really. I’ll tell you all about it when we get there. Let’s lock this bitch up.” He flashed his eyes to the floor as he spoke, which was unlike him. He always spoke with such confidence and effortless ease.
The two of you finished up your closing tasks and said goodnight to the line cooks, grabbing up your things from your lockers and stuffing your aprons back inside. Josh was quiet the whole time, again striking you as out of the ordinary. You hadn’t known Josh long, but you did know him well enough to know that something was off, and he wasn’t handling it well.
“Think I’m going straight for liquor tonight.” He said as you walked arm in arm down the crowded sidewalk to the bar. He tilted his head back, blowing a puff of air above you, watching as the cold air turned it into steam.
“Damn.” You answered. “You must really be going through it, friend.” It was also unlike Josh to drink liquor; each time you were around him, he’d always chosen draft beer.
You both stepped inside the dimly-lit dive bar, letting the heat warm your chilly bones from the cold autumn air. You both took up camp on two stools at the end of the bar, closest to the back wall. The bartender Roy approached you, throwing down two bar napkins in front of you as you got comfortable in your seats.
“Evenin’, guys. Sex on the Beach andddd, Josh, we’ve got a Kolsch and a pale ale on tap, and also a—“
“Jack Daniel’s. Neat, please.” Josh interrupted Roy, causing him to contort his face with surprise.
“Been waiting on you almost five years and never known you to drink liquor. But, alright…” Roy responded as he left for a minute, returning and placing your drinks in front of you. “I’ll keep the tab goin’.”
It was silent between the two of you for the first couple of minutes, both of you sipping your drinks as you relaxed your muscles from the long workday. Finally, you decided you would have to be the one to speak first, for once.
“Okay, spill. What’s got you on the hard stuff tonight?” You asked, turning to face Josh in your stool.
He leaned on his elbow, his tight black t-shirt squeezing his toned arm just right. “I got dumped last night.”
You felt your eyebrows jump to your forehead. “What?! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Josh…I didn’t even know you had a—“
“Nah, it’s okay. I could kinda tell shit was going sideways, anyway, ya know? Almost expected it. But, still doesn’t make it hurt any less.” He disconnected his eye contact, tilting his glass back all the way and finishing off the last bit of his whiskey.
You were almost stunned speechless. You hadn’t seen Josh show any emotion that even came close to sadness before, and you struggled with how you were going to react.
Roy brought the bottle of Jack over, filling Josh’s glass with another two fingers.
“How long were you together?” You asked, tiptoeing with caution, given that he might not want to go into much detail.
“Four and a half years.” He said blankly.
“My god, are you serious?!” You choked out with disbelief.
He nodded hard as he kept his eyes trained on the bar in front of you, spinning his stool in tiny tight circles. “Yeah. Long time.” He sipped his drink again.
“I really am sorry, Josh. That’s a long time to be with someone for it to just...” You placed a hand on his arm as you spoke.
He crossed his arms in front of him. “Yeah, it’s fucked.” He growled, leaning back in his stool.
“You wanna talk about it?” You asked.
“No, that’s why we’re here.” He slammed his hands on the bar top, motioning for Roy to refill your already almost empty cocktail.
Roy brought your new drink over, stirring the drink with the tiny straw for you. Josh lifted his glass into the air, forcefully clinking it against yours. “To moving on!” He said, finishing the drink off once again.
——
An hour or so later, you and Josh had managed to find yourselves significantly intoxicated once again, engaged in a deep passionate debate.
“Ever since they banned smoking indoors, the American bar scene has been fucked!” Josh drunkenly yelled overtop of the loud music and large crowd that had joined you inside the bar.
You had to laugh. “Josh, not everybody loves breathing that shit in! It makes some people really sick!” You challenged.
“Ah, hell. You come into a bar, you expect to be around smoke, all there is to it. All there is to it!” He crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders in defiance of your argument.
“You can go outside and smoke, Josh. Easy as that. Just get over it!” The two of you were glassy-eyed and giggly, feeling your liquor take hold of you as you talked. Josh brought about a warmth in you that you’d never experienced before, and you’d be lying if you said your…attraction? to him wasn’t amplified when you were drunk.
No, not attraction.
Something else…
You had no idea what to label the feeling, because you’d never felt it ever before. You took it in stride, though, embracing the completely new emotion as it came. It was almost like you craved his attention, and fed off of him engaging with you. You wanted to please him, but not in such a way that was sexual.
…You didn’t think.
No. You just craved his recognition. Wanted his eyes on you and no one else. Wanted to make him laugh, be the one who made him forget about everything else. It wasn’t a jealousy thing, it was a matter of possessiveness. You wanted to protect him like a best friend. And anyone who dared cause him unhappiness would have to deal with you.
Is this insane thinking?! Am I crazy for this? You drunkenly asked yourself as you washed your hands in the bar bathroom sink, giving yourself a disapproving look in the mirror. Probably, maybe…but he seems to feel the same about you... You had noticed that the second you’d inadvertently struck up a conversation with another guy at the bar, Josh quickly stole your attention away again, bringing up a whole new topic of conversation that had nothing to do with the last.
He charmed you. Drew you in. Challenged your thoughts and opinions…made you talk like you’d never talked before. Laugh like you’d never laughed.
“You’re really smart, Y/N. I didn’t really notice that about you, before.” Josh smiled as he leaned over toward you on the bar. His cheeks were tinted the prettiest pink from the alcohol.
“Uhh, thanks, I guess?” You chortled, feigning being offended.
“No I mean, you surprise me. Keep me guessing, every time I turn around. Never had a friend like that before. I’m usually so bored with everyone I meet. You make me like, think. Ya know?” He explained as you nodded sweetly in understanding. You knew you were blushing.
“Last call!!” You heard Roy yell across the still-crowded room. You made blurry eye contact with Josh again.
“Damn, we didddit agin.” You stammered. “Let me pay, you’ve had a hard couple’a days.”
“No no no, no you don’t. I asked you here, my treat. Plus, my drinks were fuckin’ pricey tonight.”
“But Josh, let me treat you, for once...” You jutted your bottom lip out as you begged him. You watched as his eyes landed on your lips, stealing his attention again. Suddenly, you felt excited.
“Alright, alright. But I’m leavin’ the tip.” He agreed. “I just needed some sympathy…that’s all I wanted tonight.”
“And you got it, didn’t you? You forgot all about your messy breakup?”
“For the most part, yes.” He laughed. “But I like to look at the long run, ya know? Like to take each step, one by one. Let myself live in the sadness.”
You scoffed as you signed your name on the receipt and pulled your coat on. “Psh, Josh, didn’t you just cheers me and say ‘to moving on’?”
He stood from his stool, wrapping his arm around your neck tightly. The smell of his cologne mixed with the remnants of pizza filled your senses, temporarily making you dizzy as he squeezed you in his grip.
“I did, Y/N, I did. But I’m also drunk, now. So. And also, I don’t really wanna go home yet. ‘M gonna walk you to your Uber then hit up Chauncey’s…they stay open ‘til 2.”
You turned in his grasp, your face within inches of his as he held you tightly. “Don’t go back out, Josh. No sense in drinkin’ your sorrows away by yourself.” It felt like you were outside of your own body; all you wanted was to go home and strip down and crawl into bed, but for some reason, your mouth told Josh that apparently you didn’t want to go home, either. “Come back to my place. We’ll have one more drink, and we can share the blunt that TJ gave me yesterday.”
“TJ? The linecook?” Josh seemed surprised. “You letting strangers give you drugs now, Y/N?”
“He’s hardly a stranger, Josh. Why, you jealous?” You teased, while also testing the waters of what the hell this feeling the two of you apparently shared could actually be.
“Fuck no, I’m not jealous. I’m…I…” Josh opened his mouth, but nothing came out after that. “I don’t know, I just—“ You were still tightly wrapped up in the crook of his elbow, his face so close to yours that you could smell the liquor on his breath as he struggled to speak.
You decided to save him. “It’s alright Josh. You don’t have to come over. I’ll smoke it allllll by myself…” you sneakily wrapped your arm around his back, giving it a couple playful pats.
He looked down at you through his lashes, his jaw clenched tightly together. “You really want me to come over?”
You nodded. “I do. Come on, it’ll be fun.” More than anything, you wanted him to know you were the reason he had such a good night, and the reason he was able to forget about his breakup.
“Okay, jackass. You talked me into it. Let’s go get high.” He released you from his grasp as you confirmed your Uber on your phone, and your overwhelming satisfaction of claiming his attention again propelled you out the door.
——
“Cute place. You decorate it yourself?” Josh teased as you both entered your apartment. It was only half-decorated and you hardly had any furniture, spending most of your days working and saving up money to finish furnishing it.
“Shut up, dick head!” You shoved him backwards as he laughed. “I haven’t finished making it cute yet.” You pulled the bottle of liquor from the cabinet, shaking the little bit that was left. “I know you’ve been drinking whiskey, but…vodka’s all I’ve got.”
“Ah, it’ll work.” Josh responded, plopping down on your couch. “M’already fucked with a hangover tomorrow, might as well do it up.” You caught sight of his pretty light brown curls sitting on top of his head, and you felt another rush of that strange excitement soar through you.
You made the two drinks and joined him on the couch, pulling the blunt up under your nose as you breathed in its earthy scent. Josh took the drink from your hand, raising his eyebrows as he watched you smell the rolled marijuana.
“TJ usually has good shit, I will say.” He winked, sipping his drink.
You pulled your feet up underneath you on the couch, scooting yourself closer to him. “Thought you said I shouldn’t take drugs from strangers…”
“I never said you shouldn’t, I just meant that next time you should get your weed from me.” He spoke without a care, taking the blunt from your hand and bringing it to his own nose.
“Ah, well I was unaware I could do that, Joshua.” You snatched it back from him, taking the lighter from the table in front of you and lighting the end of the blunt. You inhaled the smoke slowly, noticing that Josh hadn’t responded to you.
You glanced at him, finding the most devastating half smile on his face. You swore you felt your skin tingle.
“Did you just call me by my government name, Y/N?” He whispered, leaning his head down to you.
You exhaled the smoke you didn’t realize you were holding, nodding slowly. “Yeah, you mad about it?”
You passed him the blunt. “Nah, kinda liked the way it sounded, actually.” You watched as his lips made a perfect O around the tip of the blunt, and you found yourself wondering what kind of chapstick he used to get them to look…like that…
You felt your eyes grow heavy as your first hit found you, the THC entering your system quickly. Josh must have noticed, as he giggled at your appearance. “Told you TJ had good shit.”
“I swear to god I’m already fuckin’ high…” you laughed, taking another big hit.
“Mmm, no baby, you’re crossed. But not all the way. Yet.” Josh’s voice was gritty and buttery all at the same time. And the fact that he called you baby had you feeling that same feeling again. He calls everybody baby, though…all the girls at work…you’re not special.
The two of you sat and smoked until the blunt was a roach, and the air around you was thick with haziness. Your entire body was heavy and floaty, and you swore you could feel the blood pumping through your extremities. The conversation with Josh was so easy, so effortless, and the way the two of you held the complete attention of one another continued to astound you.
“So tell me about you. What’s your real story?” Josh asked, the both of you sitting facing one another completely, now.
You sipped your vodka drink. “What do you mean, real story?”
“I only know a little bit about you, where did you come from? What’s in your past?”
You took a deep breath. “Well, believe it or not, Josh, I kinda just got broken up with recently, too.”
“No way, you’re kidding. When? What happened?” He pressed.
“Ahh, about a month before I started at Angelo’s. I’m from about twenty miles away, up north a bit. Came here looking to start completely fresh. Still close enough to my family, if I need them. Ya know…” you trailed off. Josh’s eyes were telling you to continue.
“I got dumped, too. After a year of being with him. I thought we were serious, but apparently not. It didn’t hurt me too bad, I’m alright. Liking my new life pretty well, actually.”
Josh dramatically leaned back on the couch cushion, throwing his free hand over his face. “Ugh, god…how embarrassing. You handled bein’ dumped like a goddamned rockstar. I’m over here down in the dumps.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s okay, Josh. Four and a half years is a lot longer than one…”
“You’re right, I guess.” He sat back up, bringing his attention back to you. “So what was his reason? What was his last straw?” He asked, moving his face closer to yours. Your body was vibrating from the alcohol and the weed, and the presence of Josh sitting so close to you on your couch. You were positively buzzing.
“He uh, didn’t really give me one. Just said it was over.” You whispered, feeling your emotions flying all over the place. Josh’s hand reached up, twirling a piece of your hair between his fingers. “He also said I was a bad kisser, or something stupid.”
Josh winced at your words. “A bad kisser? I highly doubt that, Y/N…”
“And why do you doubt that?” You giggled.
“Because. I have a hard time taking my eyes off your lips, I can only imagine how hard it would be to take my lips off of them…” he smirked a little, laughing through his nose.
“You’re fuckin’ stoned.” You laughed, leaning your face onto his hand.
“And? I speak nothing but the truth, baby.”
“Mmmhm, yeah. Shut up.” You complained.
“I’m serious. I bet you really are a good kisser. That guy was just…stupid.”
“Maybe I’m a horrible kisser, how would I ever know?” You shrugged, feeling your body about to jump out of your skin simply from having this conversation with Josh.
He held his first two fingers up, motioning for you to come here. “Come on. Show me how you like to kiss.”
“What?! No, I’m not gonna do that.” You blushed, pulling away from him with shyness.
“Baby, it’s me. I’m just trying to judge your kissing skills. I’ll be completely honest with you, tell you if that guy was right or not.” Josh said, holding his hands out to the sides.
You stopped, staring at Josh through your slit eyelids, trying to figure him out. He met you with sincere eyes, and though you were both extremely intoxicated, you didn’t feel uncomfortable in the least.
“I’m serious. Just kiss me.” He said matter of factly. “S’no big deal.”
You took a deep breath, feeling the air surrounding you heavy with normalcy, but also heavy with yearning.
You slowly pulled yourself in closer to him, gently wetting your lips as your mind went back and forth on whether or not to do this. Your breath became a little chopped, nerves bursting through the wall of your drunken carelessness.
Finally you were close enough to feel his breath on your lips, and your hands naturally shot up to cup his jaw. He clenched it, his eyes falling heavy again as his breath caught. Your heart was absolutely pounding from your chest.
“Do it.” He whispered. “Show me.”
You finally let your lips press gently to his, your hands still cupping his jaw, as his hands sat comfortably in his lap. The feeling of them was exactly what you had imagined, soft, supple, and sweet, with the tiniest bit of sting on them from the leftover liquor. You finally exhaled, pulling away a bit to gauge his reaction.
“You can get into it, baby.” He smiled, urging you to push through your nerves. “I’m just here to help, s’just me…” his voice was like honey, the sound of it tearing through your body as he motivated you.
You leaned in again, this time letting yourself be a little more brazen, a little more steadfast as you worked to prove your ex wrong. Worked to impress Josh. Worked to show him. You opened your mouth a little, letting your tongue skirt across his bottom lip. The flavor of him almost knocked you down.
You began to get into it some more, letting your high take over, and letting your guard down as you found yourself really, really enjoying kissing him. You perched up a little bit moving to your knees to get a better stance.
“Mmmhmm… keep goin’ baby…” Josh mumbled when you broke away for a second. His words urged you on, and you felt brave enough to push your tongue further into his mouth, but only a little. You didn’t want to overwhelm, just experiment. His tongue met yours in the process, tasting each other for the very first time.
Your hands curled up in his hair, squeezing at the roots a bit. He let out a little whine, so quiet that you almost didn’t even hear it. It ignited something inside you again, and you knew you had to drive it home. Had to prove yourself. You pulled away for a second, hissing in air as you bit his bottom lip, pulling it out a little and making eye contact before pressing into him again, both of you moving in such unison that you were fully involved in the sultry kiss, now.
At this point you felt like you were teetering on the thin line of platonic kissing; you were still trying to prove yourself, but also…he tasted so good…
You felt the need to be touched. You reached down and grabbed Josh’s wrists, pulling them up to rest on you- one hand on your thigh, and the other around the back of your neck. You wanted reciprocation. He obliged, and as you licked into his mouth, his hand squeezed into your thigh, strong and needing. His fingers felt like burning embers on your leg, and you wished that you had changed into shorts when you got home.
His hand pulled at the back of your neck, burying your mouths further into one another. “Fuck, baby…he was wrong, you proved him so wrong…” Josh said, smiling against your lips as he delved back in. Your mind was swimming from his words of praise, and you decided that though this was simply an act between friends, you knew that you could kiss him all day long, never tiring of the feeling of his lips on yours. You were completely surrounded by him, by his warming presence. His scent, his sounds, his touch… It was all too much. You felt like you were drowning in him, but you didn’t dare try to pull yourself from his waters.
Your hands squeezed at his hair one last time as you let them drift down his cheeks and neck, tickling the back of his neck before rolling across his shoulders. You slowly brought them down to his pecs, and finally rested them on his cheeks again, pulling his face away from yours for a split second before landing one last peck.
When you finally disconnected, you took in the sight of him…hair disheveled, eyes black and glazed, and his hands still rested gently in the places that you put them.
“Holy fuck…” he breathed.
“Oh my god, was it bad? It was bad, wasn’t it? He was right, I’m a horrible kis—“ you were completely cut off by Josh’s lips on yours again, this time forcefully pulling you into him. This kiss was pleading, unbridled, and wanting, and each time you pulled away, you both were panting with want.
“What the fuck are we doing?” You breathed when you broke away.
“Kissing contest.” He answered, his hand respectfully staying on the back of your neck. “I think I’m winning, though…”
“Mmm, I don’t know about that…” you said with a bit more confidence in yourself after seeing how you made him feel.
“Yeah you’re right.” He agreed through an inhale. “You’re kicking my ass at this experiment.” He drove his tongue into your mouth again, but it didn’t make you want to retract…it made you want to pull it in further. You began to feel the heat that the two of you were emanating, and the sweat that was forming on your skin.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely turned on, but you would never let him know that. You couldn’t. You’re just friends. One friend helping another get over his ex by having a kissing contest. Makes total sense.
Finally you pulled away again, covering your mouth with your hand. You laughed, making Josh in turn laugh with you. “Well? What’s the verdict? Was he right?” You asked.
“Fuck no, he wasn’t right. You’re a hell of a kisser, Y/N.” Josh’s smile stretched all the way across his face, completely blissed out in his high. “God damn, you left me a panting mess, baby.”
Your heart stopped at his words, feeling more confidence in yourself than you’d felt in a long, long time. Suddenly, the wildest idea to ever come across your mind escaped right through your lips.
“Josh, we’re just good friends, right?” You asked.
“Yeah, baby. Real good friends.” He wiped his hand across his mouth before extending both arms across the back of your couch.
“Do you—do you care if I finish what I started?” You asked in an absolute moment of weakness. The look on his face turned up into surprise, and you weren’t sure how he was going to react to your question.
“What uh, what do you mean, Y/N?”
You moved toward him again, wanting to feel him again. Feel his hands on you again. Be the center of all his attention again.
“Can you judge something else for me, Josh? I’ve always wondered how well I…performed…and who better to be the judge than my very good friend? Who will be completely honest with me?”
WHO even are you?! You felt like a person outside your own body. The confidence he was giving you was…
“This ain’t no way to treat the broken-hearted, baby…” he replied, his voice a soft breath of air as his head lulled backwards. You paused again, unsure how to take him. “But I’ll be your judge…”
“Really? You will?” You asked, feeling vulnerable, but also wanting to show out for him.
“Mhm. If that’s what you really want…” He bit his lower lip into his mouth, letting his eyes fall onto your lips like they had been doing all night.
“Just friends…” you reiterated.
“Just friends.” He parroted, lightly tapping your cheek with his hand.
This was absolutely something you never did, and definitely wasn’t something you could ever even see yourself doing with Josh, of all people. You were supposed to be making him forget about his ex, letting him talk through it… hell, he was just dumped twenty-four hours ago. But there was something other-worldly spurring you on, whispering in your ear to just do it. And he was letting you. Was it wrong? Maybe, probably… but honestly, where was the harm in it? You were both obviously into each other, and as long as you were just making each other happy, you didn’t see anything wrong with it.
Besides, this new need to make him think about nothing but you at every single second was making your head spin, and you wanted his focus completely on you, right now. You moved to press your lips to his again, letting things naturally heat up so that you could continue on with your intentions. You took a deep breath, confidently removing yourself, and placing yourself in the floor in front of him. It was at this second that you were extremely thankful for your liquid courage, and the fact that you were too stoned to care about much else besides pleasing Josh. He almost made it easy.
“Ten.” Josh said out of nowhere.
“What?” you asked.
“I give your kissing a ten out of ten. Seriously.” He said, smiling from the corner of his mouth as he ran his hand along your arm, peering down at you as you kneeled on the floor.
You felt your face turn beet red, and you halfway didn’t really believe him.
“Stop playing, you don’t have to be nice.” You erred.
“M’not just being nice. Seriously, I rate it a ten.” He stated, and you knew by the sincerity in his voice that he was telling the truth.
“Wow. Didn’t expect that, honestly.” you pulled a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now, you gonna finish what ya started, or not?” There was a darkness in his tone that you hadn’t noticed yet, and it made your stomach turn over with nerves. But even more so, it lit a fuse in your chest that was slowly burning, ready to explode at any given second. And with each passing minute, you wanted to impress him even more.
You maneuvered yourself on your knees, gripping his thighs and pulling them apart so that you could place yourself between them. Your hands stayed there on his legs, squeezing and kneading at his muscles as you moved your hands closer and closer to where you both really wanted them to be. You could almost physically see him getting harder through his dark jeans, and you could hear his breathing picking up, too.
You let your hands drift to his groin, squeezing the muscles there as he leaned down in his seat, giving you extra space as his head fell back on the cushions. You found the button on his jeans, pulling the fabric sideways and undoing the button with one hand and unzipping the zipper. “Damn, alright…” Josh laughed, holding his hands up. “Show off.”
You took that as a tiny win, and decided to keep it going, playing on his words from earlier. ‘You keep me guessing at every turn…’
You pushed your hair back behind your shoulders, and leaned yourself down, letting your mouth meet his boxer-covered dick. You nipped your teeth lightly at it, making him hiss. You could tell just from this little bit of contact that he was well-endowed, and you felt your mouth physically watering for him. You needed to taste him. Your lips bounced around, peppering little kisses all over… the indirect contact making his hips jut up a little.
You sat back, motioning with your hands. “Pull them down for me.” you demanded of him, and he gave you the sneakiest smirk, leaning back and pushing his pants and boxers down far enough to spring himself free.
You weren’t wrong. He was perfectly sized, and it reassured you that you were okay with going forward with this. What you did notice, though, was he wasn’t as hard as you wanted him to be. Your hands rested on his thighs again as you sized him up, licking your lips as you prepared yourself.
Josh had been the one urging you on all night, but suddenly, it felt like there had been a little bit of a shift. You finally brought your moistened lips to him, licking little circles around his tip, starting slowly at first, then picking up a little bit of speed. You swirled and gently suckled, and you felt him take in a big breath of air into his lungs. You glanced up at him, finding him looking up at the ceiling as he bit his lips.
“What’sa matter, Josh? You okay?” you pressed, knowing that you could stop at any second, if that was what he wanted.
“No, yeah. I’m fine. I’m sorry, I just… this is the first time someone else…since…” he didn’t need to say anything more.
“God, yeah. I’m sorry, your breakup is so fresh, I’m sure this is more mental than anything, for you…” you agreed as you sat back. “We don’t have to–”
“No. Yes we do, Y/N. I’m just…” You could tell Josh was having a hard time with his words again, for the second time tonight.
“Just what? You can tell me…”
He swallowed, placing a sweet hand on the side of your face. “This is the first time I’ve um…been…with a woman…in a very long time.”
“Oh.” You muttered, his sentiment catching you off guard a little. You hadn’t realized you never even asked the name of his ex, let alone any details about the relationship.
“But it’s okay, Y/N…” He smiled, letting his thumb brush your cheek. “I may be wallowing in my sorrows, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want this, want you to do this. Just…in my head a little bit.” He admitted, putting a hole through your heart.
You sighed. “It doesn’t feel wrong?” Your voice was tiny as it escaped you.
He quickly shook his head side to side as he layed back on his elbow behind his head. “No. That’s what’s making me freak out a little, it doesn’t feel wrong in the least.” He swallowed. “Maybe I…Maybe I wasn’t as in love as I thought I was.”
You smiled a pitiful smile as you rested your elbows on his knees, taking a deep, recentering breath of your own.
“You’re really fuckin’ pretty, Y/N.” He complimented you out of the blue, his thumb still grazing your cheek. “And I’m really into you.”
“You are?” You asked.
“Yeah. I know we said we’re friends, but friends can do this. Right? Doesn’t stop the fact that I’m attracted to you.” His glossy words made your stomach do flips again as you realized maybe his feelings were the exact same as yours. Unexplainable, but still overwhelmingly good.
“Yeah. I really think friends can do this.” You agreed. And you were serious. If you were going to be this person for Josh, then he could also in turn be this person for you.
“Plus, the feeling of your lips on my cock just now…” He laughed through his nose. “Might be in competition with your ten out of ten kissing. And you hadn’t even…” He stopped there, biting both his lips into his mouth as he slid his hips down again.
Good god, you’d hoped he would have a little bit of a dirty mouth.
“You want me to keep going?” You asked.
“Fuck yeah, I do. I gotta judge your skill, don’t I?” He played, removing his hand from your cheek and running it through your hair. He gripped it a little, making you stiffen your neck. Your eyes flashed to his, and you didn’t even need to say anything, he knew what you meant. He nodded, giving you the go ahead, and you prayed that he wouldn’t remove his hand from tangling up in your hair.
You slowly leaned down to him again, starting things up just as you had before. Your tongue swirled on his tip, wetting it in circles as you let the saliva build up in your mouth. Around and around you took it, descending further and further onto him with every rotation. You heard him breathe out, his hips shaking a little beneath you. As you got as far as you could get, you pursed your lips down, tightening them around the base of his cock before sucking hard, pulling up and off of him completely. His hand tightened in your hair, showing you that he was liking it so far.
He let out a groan, followed by a little laugh. “Fuck yeah, Y/N…”
You quickly found a rhythm, letting your head begin to bob as you worked your tongue and cheeks, alternating forceful suction mixed with light little pops of your lips. His hips were jutting with every movement, and the sounds that were coming from him were enough to keep you going, keep you striving to impress him…
You took him in your hand, gripping at the base and using the saliva that had dripped down as lubrication to move your hand, twisting and pumping it. “Jesus Christ, you’re…” You took a second to glance up at him, seeing his jaw tightly clenched and his chest heaving with labored breaths. He brought his other hand down, pulling the hair that had drifted down away from your face, pulling it all back to the nape of your neck and holding it tightly there. You nodded, letting him know you were okay with him guiding your movements.
“Mhm.” You hummed on him. “Show me how you like it.”
He let out a choke of breath and readjusted in his seat, spreading his legs wider for you. He gripped a little harder on your hair, pulling you up and across his stomach, your faces almost touching as he brought his mouth close. He didn’t say anything, just hissed through his teeth as he scanned over your face. He then used a little bit of force to push your head back down to where it was, and you resumed your work.
Fuck, what the hell is happening… your chemistry with Josh was absolutely off the chain. You felt like you would follow every command he would ever give you, let him use you in the worst ways, completely trusting him to do as he pleased. You were absolutely yearning to satisfy him.
“I’ll show you exactly how I like it baby, but this is your show, remember? You’re calling the shots…” he growled, his voice deeper and more grating than it was earlier. You shrugged one shoulder, replacing your hand around his base. You moved it up and down opposite of your mouth, making his whole body start to shake. Your tongue worked on him, as your mouth drifted down as far as it could possibly go, with the help of Josh’s light guidance.
The weed had contributed to your slow, languid movements while the alcohol made your inhibitions fly out the window… the beautiful combo of the crossfade sending you both into a blurry and slow-motioned entanglement. You swore you could listen to his noises and praises on repeat. “So fuckin’ pretty, Y/N… so fuckin’ pretty…” He mumbled, lightly thrusting himself into your mouth as your neck began to ache a little. “Slow and steady, just like that…”
He puffed out a quick breath with a blow of his lips, and you could tell that he was enjoying himself just as much as you were. Normally, you would finish up the job, and expect repayment, but getting Josh to even feel the tiniest bit of pleasure at your hand was enough. It was that draw, that need to make him feel good. Keeping him and him only in the spotlight. And if you had to guess, you were doing a pretty good job at it.
After a few seconds, his movements became jostled, and his once slow grinding movements started to falter. You felt him start to throb in your mouth, and you knew it wouldn’t be long until he was crumbling beneath you, all at the mercy of your mouth.
“Hey, you want me to–” he said, suddenly shuddering.
You nodded again, pleading with him to let it all go. You wanted the whole thing, wanted him to have the full experience. You needed to see what he tasted like.
His breath started to pick up as he gripped your hair tighter, his hips pushing his dick further into your mouth as you let him graze the back of your throat, tears pouring from the sides of your eyes. “Come on baby, come on… just a little bit longer…fuck…”
Finally, he was letting it all go, filling up your mouth as you swallowed his bitter-sweetness down, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. His whole body went rigid as he came, shaking and jerking as you worked to make sure not a drop was left behind. You squeezed your hand around him, pulling him up into your mouth. His whines were like music to your ears, pathetic and pitiful as he worked to come back down to earth.
“Son of a bitch, Y/N… that was…” he said as you sat back up, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand. He caught your jaw in his grasp, squeezing your cheeks together and forcing you to open your mouth. He pulled you closer, bringing you in for a heated kiss that left you smoldering for him.
When you finally pulled away, you met eyes with him, and you could tell he was completely blissed out. “S’been a long time since I’ve had anything like that.” He admitted, pulling your back up to sit by him on the couch again.
He tucked himself back in his boxers but decided to forgo buttoning back up. “Really? Even in a four and a half year long relationship?” You asked.
“Ah, I dunno. We were long distance, so… it was few and far between but. Really I meant being with someone who actually showed passion about making me feel good. You know what I mean?”
You couldn’t help but smile. That was exactly what you wanted out of this. For Josh to feel that you wanted to be there.
“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I just…wanted to make you feel good.” You admitted, shrugging one shoulder up as you brushed your disheveled hair back into place. “So, what’s my rating, huh? Give it to me straight.”
Josh closed one eye and looked up with the other as if he was thinking really hard. “Uh, nine and a half.”
Your mouth fell slack, and you felt the soreness in your jaw joints. “Ah! Why the half?!” You argued. “Not a ten?”
He chuckled. “Would be a ten, but I only took away the half because I know that I won’t be able to feel you like that all the time.” You both stared at one another as you let his words sink in.
Could you, though?
“And because I feel like you were holding back, a little. Weren’t you?” He pressed. His statement took you by surprise, because he was right.
“...Maybe…”
“You shouldn’t have. It’s just me, remember. Guess you’ll have to show up and show out next time. See if you can get a perfect ten.” He said with nonchalance.
“Next time?” You spat without a thought.
He shrugged, squeezing his hand around your thigh. “Sure, why not? If you want to, of course. Might be fun to have a little situation we’re both comfortable with… no strings attached type thing…”
You ran over the idea in your head, not really seeing anything wrong with it. You nodded, agreeing with his outlandish proposal.
“But, there is one thing, Y/N.” He swallowed, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. “Obviously I… um. I didn’t make you feel good, tonight. But, just give me some–”
You cupped your hand over Josh’s mouth. “Josh, honey, shut up. You don’t have to explain it to me. I understand, and it’s okay. If we’re gonna do this, it's all gonna be in good fun, right?”
He nodded from behind your hand. “Right.” He mumbled.
“And I certainly didn’t feel uncomfortable with you, so. I’m pretty positive we could just sit here and look at each other and we would have a good time.” You laughed, pulling your hand from his face. He caught your hand in his, and gave it a sweet squeeze.
“Not sure I’d be able to sit by you for too long without something happening. You’re a fuckin’ treat, Y/N. I swear.” His eyes traveled down your body again, and you watched his gears turn as his gaze drifted over your breasts. “Thank you, for tonight.”
“Thank you.” You whispered. “We still friends?”
He took your chin between his fingers. “Yeah. Good friends.”
As the air between you finally started to settle and the intoxication turned into sobriety, you realized that the night was nearly about to turn into morning. You didn’t have to be at work until 11, so you were going to be able to get at least a little bit of sleep before your shift tomorrow.
“It’s too late to get an Uber, Josh. Just stay here.” You more demanded than suggested, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch and tossing it overtop of his lap. You stood, stretching your body as you made your way toward your bedroom.
“What, you not gonna invite me to your bed?” He asked, throwing you off.
“Uhh, I mean, sure–”
“I’m kidding, Y/N. We’re friends. Friends don’t sleep in beds together. Friends sleep on couches.” You watched as he burrowed himself under the puffy blanket and made himself horizontal.
“Maybe one day you’ll end up in my bed.” You tossed the joke over your shoulder, walking down the short hallway.
“And maybe one day you’ll get a perfect ten.”
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hey what’s up hello okay so i finally just finished s2 e52 of dndads (had a very crazy work week so was listening in bits and pieces) and here’s the thing is that im also currently relistening to the whole season and earlier in this week, the most recent episode i finished, was halt and catch fireball, and before that ya know was mrs. swallows oak garcia’s home for peculiar teens or whatever that one is called where they are just. at normal’s house and we got to actually get to know rebecca a little bit and i have got to say that i don’t know if i could’ve picked a more painful and wild older ep to listen to as a precursor to dood riddance i really don’t!!! literally half of the shit in dood riddance just circles back to that arc in the swallows oak garcia home and it’s CRAZY
like first of all. the red vines, which they called twizzlers the entirety of e52 which was MADDENING as a person who legit just finished e30/31 where the red vines were introduced
but then like. e31 is where taylor gets the anime sword from nick!!! that he loses in e52!!!
there were a few other things that i’ve forgotten in the half an hour since i finished the ep because my brain is a sieve on a good day and i’m just getting home from two back to back 13 hour shifts (with an extra 1hr10/20 each day for the commute) so the brain machine is so fucking broke rn
but mainly. i wasn’t loving e52 esp after dood left i just was not vibing with it, i feel like the vibes were off in the room in a way that translated into the ep for a bit there, but then anthony in those last like three minutes brought it back around and with the roll of rebecca??? after i legit JUST finished listening to the eps that feature her the most prominently and like truly showcase not only normal’s relationship w his mom but also, as is said several times in e30/31 and their teen talks, just how similar normal IS to his mom and how he really clearly is a total momma’s boy and very much so seemed to be a kid who sought solace with his mom more than anyone else in his family and just. having legit JUST reestablished that in my own, made the end of e52 DEVASTATING for me in a way that idk if it was for other ppl??? idk haven’t checked the fandom yet im very disconnected this season but just.
like
i think that okay so we have ten parents it could’ve been, right? and five of those are the kiddads, and none of us want to see them die, so in that moment when anthony was telling us what was gonna happen, obviously my instinct was like “oh god don’t do this don’t do terry jr again but truly permanent” and then my next instinct was that it would be potentially even MORE awful if it was scary’s dad because finally there he is and that’s ALL she wants and for willy to take that moment from her would be INSANE and then (mind you this was my thought process over the course of literally 10 seconds, my brain is ping ponging in my head and has been since the second i got in the car to head home i need to sleep) and THEN my next thought was, oh god, but how fucked up would it be if it were marco??? oh god, how fucked up would it be if it were cassandra?!?!?!?! and then it was time for the roll and truly in those brief seconds basically my brain flicked through every potential victim and said “oh god THAT one would be the WORST”, EXCEPT for veronica and rebecca, and it made the hit of it being rebecca who was low down on my instinctual list to think of but then the second he said her name i was immediately ricocheted back to earlier in the week when i was listening to halt and catch fireball and mrs. swallows oak garcias home and how many emotions i had about normal and his mom just relistening to those episodes and then the fact that i DIDNT think to worry about her just
all of that combined to make that a CRITICAL HIT FOR ME OKAY like i am SO fucked up over this truly that was WILD and i applaud anthony burch for it and now am excited for the finale even though ive spent the last three eps just dreading it for several reasons but now im excited and devastated and i love that
anyways. that was word vomit i just NEEDED to get this out because the connections between those two episodes really will not stop hitting me in the head and i need to impart that onto SOMEONE. if u read this. ur a real one. rip rebecca swallows oak garcia you were a legend and i am so sad about u
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Hi, Shark!
Question:
In an AU where Arthur actually dies, what would be Heaven's fate? (Apart from killing everyone 😂 - except the kids, I'm assuming -) her fate. She'd return to France? She'd stay there? Kill herself?
“Apart from killing everyone” I died at this comment because a. You know her too well and b. This is exactly what she would do: go on a killing spree, but let’s try to put this aside and actually answer the question properly even if I never thought about it.
If John lives in the AU there’s no doubt: John would have taken care of her. They have always shared an almost supernatural bond, and I feel like it would be both logical and natural for them to end up together. John would have taken her away and never returned to Small Heath. I like to think he would have managed to tame her destructive anger and, even wounded until her last breath, Heaven would found a bit of peace. Also, an interesting fact is that at the very beginning of HYE I said John x Heaven would likely be a short fling but I don’t think so anymore. 🤔
Realistically, if we follow the canon plot Heaven would have no one left. With John’s death her only pillar was her husband. If she loses him, she loses everything included the last remnant of her sanity, She might be close to Polly but it’s not enough. Especially when taking into account that she is pregnant. I think she would first avenge Arthur, not quite caring if she loses her baby in the protest because vengeance makes you selfish, and then she’d leave Small Heath for good. She won’t kill herself because it’s not in her nature but unfortunately she might fell again between Amos’ claws, who’s impatiently waiting to get her back and who will tell her “I told you you’re bound to be mine.”
Short answer: I don’t even know myself. The only thing I know is that the chances she’ll get locked up in mental institute for a while after butchering people are high. 😅
Thank you so much for this complex but so interesting question Flor! Let’s hope that one of the community’s OCs would take care of her 🤭🖤
Heaven is reader in the Arthur Shelby x You story Heaven in Your Eyes.
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🎐 — Happily Yours
Things can get awkward, if it’s the start of a relationship, right? But as long as it’s the right person, it’s only half as embarrassing.
pairing: minghao x afab!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: reader poked their eye, they’re both awkwardly in love but also not😭
[a/n] I actually had sm fun writing this small fic, and I want to thank everyone for the support on my last fics🥹🥹 I felt so proud of myself that people liked it. There are some chinese words, (with explanations!!) correct me if there’s something wrong or needs to be fixed🫶🏼 Love you all💞💞
This was your first real relationship. And being in that relationship, where you’d go on dates and everything made you want to be as perfect as possible. Though you couldn’t always be perfect, no one could.
So when Minghao invited you over, you didn’t know what was awaiting you.
Dressing into the summer dress Minghao once complimented you in, you made your way over to his house.
Since it didn’t take that long to walk to where he lived, you took the walk through the park. Listening to your favorite songs.
Smiling to yourself, you admire the green grass, the beautiful trees and the sun that’s warming up your already glowing face.
As you keep walking you see some flowers, blue flaxes. The thought of Minghao immediately came into your mind, he loved all flowers.
You picked up the five most prettiest ones, and continued walking.
So when you arrived at your destination, you rang the doorbell. Patiently waiting for Minghao to open it. But as the door opened, someone else stood there.
Minghao’s mother was at the door, you thought she wouldn’t know who you were, but she immediately smiled and welcomed you inside.
“Well hello! Y/n, right?” She asked with a smile.
You nodded, “Yeah, I’m Y/n, hello Āyí*” your smile bright as you spoke. (*阿姨 - used for boyfriend’s mother, step-mother before marriage)
“Dear, you can call me Māma*. I’m fine with that” She responded, her hand gently laying on your shoulder as she spoke. (妈妈 - Mother, also used to address mother in law)
“Okay, I’ll do that, Māma. Oh! And, I know it’s not much, but I saw some blue flaxes in the park. I didn’t want to come empty handed, take two!” You spoke, practically beaming with joy.
Minghao’s mother was really grateful, even if you only brought two flowers for her. She knew that they were handpicked, and that’s what brought value to such a small gesture.
And when you looked to the side you saw Minghao. He was just observing the both of you with a small grin on his face.
Following him to his room, he began talking. “Did you really prepare everything, in case you’d actually meet my parents?” He asked.
“Yea.. I did, I want to be as respectful as possible. Was it wrong?” You questioned, sounding a bit unsure.
Minghao shook his head. “It’s not wrong at all, it’s just really adorable.” He chuckled.
You laughed, asking him if it was really that adorable like he said. Earning a small ‘Yeah’ from him.
Looking around in his room, you noticed the easel that stood in the corner of his room. He was drawing right now, a somewhat blue canvas stood on the easel.
“Are you drawing the ocean?” You asked, hearing Minghao hum in approval.
“It’s pretty.”
“Thank you, it’s not done yet, but if you already like it then it’s a good sign.” He smiled shyly.
“Hao,” You said as you turned to him, who was already looking at you, waiting for your next words. “I also got us these flowers, they even fit perfectly to your drawing.”
Minghao was greatful, you were always really attentive and loving towards him. You treated him just like he treated you, but it still made him feel special every single time.
He thanked you, and observed the flowers the second you showed them to him, even asking questions about them. (even though you barely knew anything about them, they just reminded you of your boyfriend)
And even though he liked all flowers equally, he swore to himself that this flower would be his favorite from now on until forever.
Other people didn’t appreciate small things like you and Minghao did, the smallest things for each other lit up the other one’s day immediately. Because it came from your heart, they were sincere gifts.
Out of nowhere, Minghao had an idea. Going to one of his shelves he pulled out his newest sketchbook.
“Let’s put them into my sketchbook, we can let them dry and put our names next to it. Only — if you want to though.” He spoke, the undertones of the sentence were filled with excitement.
“Let’s totally do that!” You responded. “We can make those finger hearts I saw online. They were adorable.” Your voice proud as you told him about it.
Opening the first page of his sketchbook, you both laid your designated flower down on the paper. After moving them around, both of you were still contemplating if it had to be moved or not.
“Like this?”
“Mhm, that looks nice.”
A smile on both of your faces. Both of you decided to put your flowers into corners. Minghao’s flower was at the top left, while yours was on the bottom right.
Satisfied with the placement, both of you used tiny bits of glue to stick the flower to the page.
Making sure it was finally dried, you both began writing your names under the flower.
Both of you happily agreed to writing the date that you both got together down in the middle.
Grinning happily, you began speaking.
“It‘s so pretty.“
“It really is.” Minghao said, but not looking at the page. He was looking at you.
You didn’t notice that he was looking at you, so you began talking about how happy and grateful you were. How pretty everything was, how good the flowers looked —
“Y/n,” Minghao interrupted, his eyes still fixated on you.
Turning your head, you looked at him with a slightly lifted brow. Waiting for him to continue, what he was about to say.
“I love you.” He chuckled.
Your cheeks immediately went red, even though both of you said that already, it never failed to get you flustered.
“I love you, too, Hao.” You chuckled back, until a comfortable silence filled the room.
Staring at each other’s lips, from time to time, Minghao began moving closer to you. Gently resting his fingers against your waist, letting them slide down to your hip. Making your eyes widen and follow his hand’s movements.
But Minghao quickly put his other hand under your chin, making you gaze up at him, again.
Locking eyes, both of you were focused on each other. Inching closer and closer, making you get more shy than before.
Leaning in even more, both of you forgot to tilt your heads. And with your eyes closed, you were ready to kiss, wanting to close the gap so eagerly.
You noticed that you didn’t meet any lips though, but sure did meet some glasses, whining you noticed that Minghao’s glasses poked the shit out your eye.
With a small “Ah—“ your hand immediately flew to your eye. Rubbing it quickly.
Opening your other eye to make sure your lover was okay, you saw him chuckling and wincing a bit.
“Are you okay?—“
“Yea.” You said, having to realize the situation first, before you both began giggling with Minghao apologizing over and over again. Even though both of you weren’t careful.
So here you were, with a small ice pack on your eye as you both didn’t stop laughing about the kiss.
Even though you both agreed that it was a bit embarrassing, you settled for another kiss and let the previous ‘kiss’ be a new memory to laugh at.
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So let me get this right
Edgeworth had a quarter of life crisis, went to Europe to find himself, realised Phoenix gave his life meaning, and came back ready to confess.
Meanwhile Phoenix, who used to openly admire, be worried about and even give excuses to Edgeworth even when he was kinda mean, was so personally offended by how much it hurt him to think he was dead that when he came back Phoenix completely shut down every good emotion he felt towards him and started acting like a petty teenager with a grudge.
And now Edgeworth is the one reaching out and questioning his morality and acting hurt when Phoenix is mean to him. Interesting.
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I need to reread the comics again to have specific arguments/evidence for this, but like
I feel a bit like I could've been sympathetic to the way other Cybertronian colonies view Cybertron, if it weren't for the fact that at least several of them (as in, ones that get notable dialogue/screen time) are so low-key self-righteous?
Like, idk... there's a lot of criticism of Cybertronians because they're so "warlike" and how their obsession with violence and vengeance is just dragging the whole galaxy down with them, but uh. The Autobot-Decepticon war was basically a product of societal ills bubbling over for like 6 million years beforehand and then finally boiling over into a 4 million year war that lasted as long as it did because the people involved had immense social/psychological trauma from being "raised" in an oppressive society.
So when the colonists come in being all 'omg you people are so violent and uncivilized why don't you just like, stop fighting' it kind of pissed me off a little bit as a reader/person like. Idk the colonists really came into this society of people full of massive amounts of trauma where even before the war society was super oppressive and no one has any experience of living "normal" lives unaffected by violence and bigotry. And the colonists were like "ummm wow why don't you guys just??? stop fighting???." Like idk it wasn't EVERY SINGLE MOMENT, in fact I think that when it was played for laughs it's quite a funny "fridge horror" type element. It was just annoying because like.... IDK???? It's just really annoying to watch a bunch of people who lived relatively sheltered lives on their own planets come to a different planet full of traumatized people and be like "omg why are you people so fucked up" IDK BRO MAYBE BECAUSE THEIR SOCIETY WAS OPPRESSIVE AND THEY LIVED THROUGH A LIFELONG WAR???
It also doesn't help that the colonies were literally founded based on imperialism and conquest so like, it's fucking rich to hear colonists scolding Cybertronians for their violence ruining the whole galaxy while literally sitting on planets that their Primes colonized from others. The hypocrisy of this is briefly mentioned in Unicron (literally the FINAL STORY OF THE SERIES) but like, that's basically the only time Cybertronian characters are given a reprieve of sympathy from other characters in universe and it's so tiresome.
I've talked to other people who didn't like the colonists and thought they basically (narratively speaking) existed just to shit on the existing characters, and it's actually really easy for me to sympathize with/outright agree with that assessment of the story considering how much of exRID/OP seems to be preoccupied with "Cybertron/the Primes/Optimus sucks" with very few reprieves for anything positive happening and even fewer chances for characters to get to explain themselves and experience a little bit of justice? Like, as the audience, it's just very frustrating to see the characters you spent hundreds of issues keeping up with get shit on by a bunch of "literally-who"s and then not really get a chance to ever defend themselves, either by literally defending themselves in conversation or having some sort of narrative thing happening that vindicates them at least symbolically
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Shining Force Data Collection - May 1992
These are from a special on japanese magazine Beep! Megadrive. I haven’t translated most of it because it’s your typical character stat analysis and item/magic list, but there were some fun character tidbits as well.
Protagonist
Leave the finishing blows to him
Character: A typical man, doesn't talk much. Many warriors admire him and join his force.
Special skills: He's the only one capable of ordering the wild members of the Shining Force to retreat.
Mae
Daughter of the Knight Captain, running through the wide fields
Character: Super harsh. Though that's what you can expect of a knight that was also raised like a princess.
Special skills: Her father was the Knight Captain Varios. Her bloodline is as good as it gets for a knight.
Ken
This model apprentice is a guy that grows stronger real fast
Character: Honest. To the point where he comes off as rude to other people. Though it's also a good thing.
Special skills: His youth is his strength. As a knight in training, his growth upon getting real battle experience is extraordinary.
Arthur
The hidden power of a laundry worker
Character: Extremely earnest. His weak point is that he's quick to worry.
Special skills: He's a unique knight who can learn magic. Is that a given when you work on the laundry in Manarina?
Pelle
Are mercenary knights immortal?
Character: A hothead. Perhaps that's why he's easy to deceive, he's completely helpless when it comes to surprise attacks.
Special skills: Has the sheer determination to climb up from a precipice. His strong will beyond that of regular mercenaries isn't just an act.
Vankar
Never stops drinking
Character: Loves alcohol and freedom and fighting. Has an adult charm to him.
Special skills: Fights head-on, one-on-one, a fair clash of power versus power. He's a knight for hire with a lot of pride.
Earnest
A knight of the shadows living for revenge
Character: A man of conviction who won't turn back at any danger in order to attain his goals.
Special skills: Skilled at guerilla tactics, seeing how he penetrated a fort leading only a small bunch of soldiers.
Luke
A brat charging onward with a dumpling of a nose!
Character: A natural-born fighter who loves battling, However, he's usually a kind man.
Special skills: Great physical strength. Shows a fighting style distinct from the knights.
Gort
A hot blooded grandpa unmatched in the battlefield
Character: A kind warrior who loves his family and homeland. Has the charm of an unassuming master.
Special skills: Relies on skill more than strength, contrasting with the young Luke.
Hans
Talented archer who hates fighting
Character: A pacifist. Does things on his own pace and whines a lot, but when he decides to act he does it well.
Special skills: Precise as a machine with the bow. Never misses a target.
Diane
Sniper woman raised in the mountain country
Character: Having been raised as a hunter since a young age, she is very self reliant. Also full of vitality.
Special skills: Runs through hills and fields like a wild beast, chasing after her prey through any distance.
Lyle
Heavy firearm guy with a terrible sense of direction
Character: He's careless, but the kind of guy that's hard to hate. Even he admits his sense of direction is poor.
Special skills: Certainly strong. Carries around that heavy cannon without a single complaint.
Guntz
An inventor’s soul running through the battlefield
Character: A sensitive guy despite his appearance. Seems to be very watchful of his surroundings.
Special skills: Has dexterous hands. Does maintenance of the steam suit by himself.
Tao
The burning woman was devoted
Character: Seemingly meek, but strong on the inside. As expected of a fire mage.
Special skills: Cooks the undead of monsters well-done. A monster chef.
Anri
The princess is a silver haired mage
Character: She is a princess yet has lived in Manarina for a while, perhaps she's good at adapting to other environments?
Special skills: A princess who attacks with ice magic, it's a bit of a scary image to conjure.
Domingo
An impertinent creature since the day he hatched
Character: Talks way too much. Perhaps his egg was hatched in a bad way.
Special skills: His gelatinous body is hard for enemies to damage. Very resistant.
Alef
The magician of lightning attacks hates Lowe?
Character: A woman (?) with a unique adult vibe among those in the force. Quite attractive...
Special skills: The Bolt magic that makes one's fur stand on end and summons lightning. Its power is outstanding.
Lowe
The one who saved a life is a priest in training
Character: Very nosy and curious. Yet has a vibe that's hard to dislike.
[idk book did you read the previous character]
Special skills: Being a priest, that is healing magic of course. Especially eager to treat the girls' wounds.
Khris
Has hidden strength very unexpected of her looks
Character: Because she has served a princess for a long time, she's mild mannered and very quiet.
Special skills: With experience she becomes quite strong, even in close combat. She also looks kind of lonely.
Torasu
The best when it comes to Aura
Character: The eldest in the force. Has a surprisingly funny face.
Special skills: Thanks to his long life, he has learned plenty of healing spells. Very knowledgeable.
Gong
The peak of body training
Character: He wanders about while training himself. A monk with strict discipline.
Special skills: Summons the healing fairies with a strong proper fist. You have to see it.
Balbaroy
Dances like a butterfly, stings like a hornet
Character: Has a deep sense of honor. Fought to protect the priest in Shade who took care of him.
Special skills: A valuable member who can fly. Can't anything be done about his kinda low strength...?
Amon
Do you understand how to use the birdmen couple?
Character: A gentle wife who cares dearly for her husband. You want to answer her pleas no matter what.
Special Skills: Another flying member along her husband. You can leave the battlefield scouting to them.
Kokichi
Flying is his life
Character: He has persisted for fifty years on experiments with flying machines. That says all you have to know about his personality.
Special skills: Kokichi is the only human in all of Rune to have flown. It's an amazing feat.
Bleu
Is this a legendary Sacred Dragon?
Character: He's a crybaby, but his care for his friends might be beyond that of humans. Likes Karin.
Special skills: Bleu is still only a child. He's just starting to develop his powers as a sacred dragon.
Zylo
The only option when it comes to forest battles
Character: While a beastman, he is the king of Bustoke. A noble and kind ruler.
Special skills: A forest spirit. In a forest, no one can match his power.
Adam
Robot given a duty
Character: Loyal servant to the protagonist. He was created for this role. A long. long time ago.
Special skills: His whole body is weaponized. By getting experience, he may be able to unlock its abilities.
Musashi
A strong warrior visiting from an eastern country
Character: The embodiment of the samurai code. He cannot ignore evil, no matter how small.
Special skills: With a single swing of his katana he can tear apart even air! Such skill might be above even the protagonist's.
Hanzou
This user of ninja arts holds his sword in a backwards grip
Character: A complete mystery. His nature, his personality, all unknown. A literal fighting machine?
Special Skills: The secret art of hiding in the shadows. Now, let's look out for him thoroughly.
Yogurt
Why does he fight?
Character: "I don't get it..."
Special skills: He runs. Has a helmet. Tumbles down. Apparently has a lot of unexpected skills. Really unexpected.
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