#so to hear the girl she was in love with went thru so much for her.......oh can u imagine. can u

[cdbabymp3]

𐙚chris' girl chp. 2 ― matt sturniolo

summary: y/n confides in matt on the drive home

notes/warnings: chris x influencer!reader x matt, some suggestive mentions (talk of sex & virginity) , y/n and chris have a toxic relationship, dialogue heavy/filler and i HATE it lol+ this song is so matt it hurts

thank you all for waiting, ily asf !! :*

(edited, but definitely not my best i fear)

matt's blood went cold. his muscles tensed so much from sheer embarrassment that he felt sore sitting up in bed.

shit. shit. shit. shit.

tucking his boner into the waistband of his boxers, he hopped out of bed and threw some pajama pants and a random shirt on. about to knock again, matt opened the door to reveal y/n, a light sheen of sweat across her chest and forehead. most of her makeup had faded or been smeared off and her hair wasn't as smooth as it was at the beginning of the night. small flakes of mascara stuck to the skin under eyes and flushed cheeks. had she been crying? or was it from fucking? or both? he couldn't tell.

she flashed a weak smile, holding both her high heels in her hand, "sorry, i didn't mean to wake you."

"no, you're good. i was barely asleep," matt lied assuringly, scanning her face for a clear expression.

she fidgeted with the straps of her shoes, struggling with what to say.

"do you want me to take you home?" matt provided quietly, unsure whether or not chris was awake or if he'd even care.

y/n's eyes lit up at matt's offer, nodding. "yes please. if that's okay?"

this never happened. y/n always spent the night with chris. and now matt was about to be in the car with her. just her. he didn't allow himself too much excitement, though. not until he knew what was going on with her.

"of course," matt whispered, leaving the doorway for a moment to grab his car keys and a jacket.

"oh, wait. one sec," y/n set down her shoes in the hallway, carefully opening chris' door. chris laid on his side, fast asleep. y/n pulled a hoodie from his dresser and put it on over her dress, the thick fabric draping over her thighs completely. tip toeing to the bed, she leaned over chris, whispering, "matt's gonna take me home, okay?" lowering her face to his, she pressed a feather-light kiss to his cheek, "love you."

matt felt like he had been kicked in the stomach. it almost made him sad, y/n talking to chris as if he could hear anything she's saying. surely, she knows he can't hear her and that's what makes it even more sad.

matt zipped up his jacket, the noise causing y/n to end her moment with chris and leave his room. she shut his door with a little creak, but chris remained in a deep state of sleep. matt gestured to outside the hallway to leave, y/n leading the way through the living room and back down the stairs.

she stayed uncharacteristically quiet as matt drove. he wasn't sure what to do or say - or if she even wanted him to. he could sense some kind of apprehension from her, like she wanted to tell him something but couldn't find a way to articulate it. suddenly, in the weighted silence, y/n's stomach growled loudly. she gasped, giggling a bit at the abrupt noise. finally, her smile.

matt joined her laughter, turning into the second to last intersection before her house, "you wanna get something to eat real quick?"

y/n looked at him again with bright eyes, like a little kid. "can we? i didn't eat at the party."

matt tapped the gps on his console screen, ending the route, "yeah, me neither. i'm starving."

"what's gonna be open this late, though?"

matt cracked a knowing smile, putting his blinker on and turning into a shopping plaza. at nearly 1 am, only two of three cars took up the otherwise empty parking lot. however, at the end of the plaza, a long line of cars wrapped around the in n out drive-thru.

"oh, thank god." y/n exhaled deeply in relief, making praying hands, "i'm gonna pass out."

matt chuckles, maneuvering the car to the back of the line, "please don't do that. not on my watch, chris will kill me."

y/n's smile fades, her body language turning demure.

shit. way to go, idiot.

"not so sure about that." her voice is small as stares at the car in front of them

hesitantly matt asks, "okay, i know it's none of my business and you totally don't have to answer, but...is everything okay? like with you and him?", he inches the car further in line.

she's conflicted, it's all over her face. she runs a hand through her scalp and leaves it there, propping her elbow up against the car door to lean on.

she shakes her head, "you're gonna think i'm crazy." the car ahead's red tail lights cast across her face, making her eyes glisten.

matt lets the wheels roll an inch or two, then stops to catch her gaze. her big eyes meet his and, without fail, his heart flutters.

"no, seriously, i won't judge. i promise." and he means it.

she knows he means it too, which is why she continues.

"okay, um-you know kenzie coy?"

"uh, the blonde girl that does the fitness tiktoks?" matt confirms, even though he knew exactly who she was, unfortunately.

kenzie coy; widely known for her viral workout videos and lingerie pictures on instagram, caught the attention of most young guys in l.a. and if they weren't in l.a. to see her in person, they were probably jerking off to her pictures in the lonely confinement of their bedrooms.

"yeah, her." y/n says, slouching more into the seat, "i think chris and her are hooking up. they were talking at the party and she kept putting her hand on his shoulder like they'd known each other for years. plus, he laughed at every little thing she was saying, even the shit that wasn't funny. it was so weird, matt. i don't know, something just feels off and i can't let it go."

god, what are you doing, chris?

"no, there's no way." matt refutes with certainty, "he's with you. he likes you, y/n. always has, simple as that."

"me," huffing, "and kenzie." she adds, attempting to prove a point, but matt's unsure.

he quirks an eyebrow in disbelief, having to do a double-take before driving forward a bit more. "what? like at the same time?"

she shrugs, "it's possible is all i'm saying," now turning to face matt, "to like two people... simultaneously."

matt's face goes warm, grateful that the red car lights mask the vivid blush probably forming. he can feel her eyes on him as he rolls down his window to order their food. though he admittedly knows y/n's order by heart, his speech is jumbled. a stutter persistent throughout the entire order, but the employee doesn't seem to have trouble taking it and telling them to pull forward. matt fumbles around his jacket pocket for his wallet with shaky hands, retrieving his credit card from the sleeve and almost dropping it.

does she know what she's doing? how her words sound?

"i-i mean, yeah. technically that's possible, but-" matt's interrupted by another employee as he pulls up to the window to pay. quick, but politely, matt thanks the employee and grabs the bag of food. "do you wanna eat on the way home or-"

"actually, can you park for a sec?" y/n asks, taking the bag of food from his lap and placing it on hers.

her question nearly makes matt run over the drive-thru curb, maneuvering the car into the nearest parking spot. "yeah, are you good?"

"yeah, no, i'm fine. this night's just been a lot. i kinda wanna chill out for a bit." she explains, hand diving into the white bag for her burger and fries. she sets her food on her lap, then goes back to the bag for matt's, handing it to him with a smile.

"thanks." he can barely choke out, the atmosphere suddenly feeling incredibly intimate as he turns the car's ignition off. now it was really just him and her, no background noise, no distractions, no chris.

"what were you saying earlier, before you ordered?" y/n tosses a fry into her mouth

"oh nothing. i was just saying that it's possible, but you guys made up, right? so i wouldn't worry about it."

y/n let out a breathy laugh, in between chewing, " 'made up' isn't what i would call it."

he's not sure what's gotten into him, but matt takes advantage of this surge of confidence. "okay, then what would you call it?" matt furthered. there was no going back now.

a little surprised by his boldness, y/n raises her eyebrows, putting her fries down on her lap and shifting to face him again. "i'd say we put a bandaid on it. something temporary, like we always do," she looks down shyly at the space between them, "but sex doesn't fix everything, y'know?"

flustered, matt chokes on a fry, patting his chest for air.

y/n rapidly back-pedals at his reaction, "oh my god, sorry. he's your brother, you don't wanna hear about that."

matt takes a sip of water from the center console, and regains his breath. "no, no, it's okay." clearing his throat, "i'd imagine it doesn't."

she frowns at this, a little smirk forming in the corner of her lips. "'imagine'?"

oh god. just shut up, matt.

"i mean, like-it's-y'know?" he tries, but can't save himself whatsoever, "fuck." embarrassed, he gives up with a defeated laugh, taking a giant bite of his burger to silence himself.

y/n giggles, licking some salt off her finger, "you've never...?"

she wants me dead.

chewing down the bite, matt swallows with a loud 'gulp', making her giggle more. "uh, no, i haven't...it's really embarrassing."

y/n shakes her head, "no, it's not," carefully she asks, "is there a reason why?"

her tone is sweet and genuine. he could tell, for some reason, she really cared about what he'd say next.

"honestly, yeah." matt avoided her gaze, "i have a hard time, like...getting to that point i guess?"

he wasn't sure why he was spilling his guts to her like this. he's never told anyone this and he swore he never would.

but it's y/n. everyone told y/n their secrets. she was just that kind of person.

she tilts her head teasingly, humming in denial, "mhm"

matt's heart skips a beat, his brain going blank. "what?"

"i think you know what you want, matt," her voice is like velvet saying his name, "and you know how to get it. the only thing holding you back is yourself." she speaks so matter-of-factly, so innocent, it drives him fucking insane.

the tension in the car was so thick, it clouded his usual rationality. for a split second, he was convinced she was trying to tell him something. an innuendo of sorts.

but that thought is soon dismissed when she continues, "regardless, you're smart for waiting. your first time is better when it's with someone you genuinely care about." she didn't have to say it. matt knew who she was talking about. but just to twist the knife, she adds, "but it does make you get attached... i think that's my problem right now with chris."

and just like that, the moment was over.

only able to nod in agreement, matt turns the car back on, discarding his burger wrapper into the white bag along with some used napkins."it's getting late. i should probably take you home."

y/n sits back up in her seat, gathering her trash and tossing it as well. "yeah, good idea." she says, blinking a couple times back into reality. for those 30 minutes they spent together, time seemed to pause.

the drive to y/n's house is silent, but not like before when they were leaving the party. the silence is comfortable. y/n admires the city lights that flash and flicker by, illuminating the area surrounding her. she looked at everything with such awe, appreciating little details in arbitrary things. it's something that matt loved most about her, something that chris would bring up to their mom when describing her. such a double-edged sword, the whole thing was. and yet, matt kept coming back for more.

he pulled up to her driveway, parking the car and turning to her. she smiles at him sincerely. "thank you," she grabs her high heels from the floor and opens the door, "for the food, for everything, really."

matt internally melts,"no problem, any time."

"goodnight, get home safe." she whispers, closing the door and walking to her front door

fuck it, matt. just say it.

he rolls down his window and raises his voice so she can hear him from the car, "oh, hey, for the record,"

"yeah?" she steps forwards a little, amused.

"fuck kenzie coy."

y/n erupts with laughter, putting a hand over her mouth as to not wake her neighbors.

"you're miles prettier than she'll ever be, i mean it."

she shakes her head bashfully. for the first time ever, he was seeing her get flustered by a compliment. "you're sweet." she reaches for her front door, "goodnight, matt."

"goodnight, y/n." matt rolls up his window, reversing back onto the street and driving away. once he was fully off her block, he silently cheered, gripping the steering wheel and rocking in celebration. if nick or chris were there, they would never let him hear of the end of how corny he was being. but he didn't care. they weren't there. truthfully, if the night had gone differently, he would've got out with her and talked more. but he was exhausted and so was she. the moment didn't call for it yet. he had time, he just had to bide it.

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[sturnsoupspoon]

kiss me thru the phone

matt sturniolo x reader smut .

matt can’t be there to help reader , so he reminds her of an old tape she can use to help jog her memory

warnings : smut , fem! receiving , sex tape , solo fem! slight soft dom matt. language.

italic writing = sex tape footage

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the lights were dim in my room . the only sounds heard being the shuffling of my body against my quilt and the taps of my acrylics on my phone screen.

the smell of cologne still attached to the fabric of my pillow case brings a smile to my face . he still wears it .

huffing in the smell i turn around to the other side of my bed . the cold sheets hug the skin of my arm as i throw my hand onto his pillow, missing the feeling of his chest rising next to me , missing the warmth of his skin and the soft fabric of his clothes . opening my phone app i press the recently dialed number , feeling the dial tone vibrate against my hand before it clicks off and i hear the familiar voice ring through the speaker.

“hey i was just thinking about you” matt’s voice spoke into my ear through the phone , his voice high , almost being able to hear the smile against his lips .

“what were u thinking about?” i reply as i get up from my pillows , sitting up and placing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“you know the usual , how i missed you , wondered when i’m gonna see you next , how hot your new post was on instagram is , how horny i now am , how pretty you are ….” he trails off , my eyebrows raise at that second to last one , letting a huff of air out through my nostrils , laughing in slight shock .

“hey what was that that last one ?” i say cutting him off .

“how pretty you are ? i feel like i say that a lot you shouldn’t be so suprise-“

i cut him off “no no. the other one , say that one again” i say quieter this time , now very aware of the prickling between my legs .

“i said …. how horny i am y/n , how hard i am from one photo of you . how much i wish i was there with you now , watching how easy it is to get you all worked up” he says slowly , every word making my heart beat quicken . every syllable making my legs press together more , squeezing the rising tension between my thighs. i let out a shakey breath as i lay back down . subconsciously my body arches back and my legs spread , the heels of my feet dragging along my bottom sheet as i situate myself .

“y/n ? you there sweetheart?” he says quietly , his voice soothing and soft .

“mhmm” i reply , in a trance as i stare at the ceiling, slowly biting down on my bottom lip as i bring my hand up to my chest , slowly trailing my nails across the skin on my breast . feeling my cold fingers move against the skin, forming goosebumps with their trail .

“you okay ? you went quiet there for a second?” he asks kindly , snapping me out of my trance slightly.

“fuck matt i need you” i breathe out , completely unaware of the way matt is loving this .

“i know you do , but i can’t come over tonight , so i need you to do something for me okay ?” he says with fake softness , his voice a calculated one as he waits for his cue .

“anything matt”

and there it is .

“i want you to open the file i know you have on your laptop, the one we made in august ? hmm. i want you to watch it . touch yourself where i touched you in that video, can you do that for me baby ?” he says , his voice now slightly croaky as he quietly talks into his speaker .

“mhm” i reply quietly, my hands already finding their way down to my shorts , past the fabric and onto the skin of my pussy.

“i need you words y/n , tell me exactly what your gonna do.”

i hault my hand as he speaks , a flush creeping onto my face at the tone of his voice. “ i’m gonna touch myself matty , i’m gonna watch the video we made together , im gonna relive it . fuck” i say as my fingers make my way beneath the fabric again , making contact with my sensitive clot for a split second.

“good girl , i’ve got to go now . but don’t be shy , send anything u want me to see” he says sweetly again , his dominant tone switching off again before the end tone rings , signalling him ending the call .

i open my hidden camera roll on my phone , finding the video very quickly. my hand lowers in my shorts before i wriggle out of them , watching the video play .

sounds of kissing is the only thing heard as matt slowly climbs on top of me . his jawline on the camera sharp and perfect as his tongue fights against mine . i moan softly as his hands brush my side , lifting my top up slightly, allowing his hands to snake up my shirt , cupping my breast as he continues to kiss me .

his lips move down to my neck , i throw it back at his touch allowing him a better angle , soft moans and sighs escaping my lips as he works my body the way he knows so well . kissing , sucking , licking all the spots he knows so well , eluding more pleasured sighs from me . my hands slip up his top and i take it off his body , his lips detaching from my neck as i pull the shirt over his head , before y it on the floor. i bring his face to mine again , taking control of the kiss now , my body attempting to roll against his as he pulls away from the kiss and lowers himself to my bare stomach, kissing the skin down to my underwear covered pussy . as he does this i throw my own shirt off my head , throwing it with his . the moment my shirt is on the ground , i feel my panties being rolled over my hips , down the my feet before i am lay bare in-front of him .

he spreads my legs , his muscles in his arms flexing as he holds them open , ducking his head to where i need him the most .

he licks a stripe up my folds , his saliva and my wetness allowing his tongue to slide to my clit easily , making a lewd moan fall from my lips at the contact . he wraps lips around my clit , placing a kiss to it before allowing his tongue to move over the sensitive bundle of nerves . my hand makes it’s way to his hair as he continues, my hips grinding up against him , my thighs trapping him between my legs as his mouth wraps around my pussy .

wet and lewd sounds along with soft moans and whispered “matt” ‘s are the only things heard now , my orgasm slowly creeping up on me as he places two fingers inside of me slowly, curling them into me .

my jaw falls slack as i feel this , my head throwing back into the pillows of his bed . my hand not in his hair grabs onto the headboard behind me , my nails digging into the fabric for some kind of relief as he shakes his head left to right violently.

“fuck fuck matt matt matt please” is all i manage to get our before both of my hands are in his hair , pushing his head down into my further as i reach my high , loud moans being pulled from me as he continues to push his tongue against my clit , riding out my high with me .

as i reach my high on the video i reach my high in real life , my phone falling from my hands as i grip the sheets of my bed , eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back into my pillow .

god even when he’s not here he still fucks me good .

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[minustwofingers]

exoplanet p.1

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ellie williams x fem! reader (ur kind of a girly girl in this one sorry)

summary: you’re one of the luckiest people in the world as one of the few families that managed to gain entrance to the most exclusive safezone on earth. after living 19 years of your life in a soft and forgiving world, a lab accident sends you across the country to jackson, wyoming, entirely unprepared and unaware of what awaits you in the real world. its a good thing u run into a hot lesbian wink wink nudge nudge

a/n: now listen now hear me out i know this plot sounds kooky asf and im sorry i literally thought this shit up in a covid fever dream. but anyway i basically blacked out at the keyboard and have about 6k words to show for this weekend and no completed hw. i can’t believe im writing. this im so sorry

warnings: ellie is mean asf at first, reader is clueless and cannot do a pushup, you’re also a little bit of a snob and have a fixation on etiquette.  i promise it gets better just bear w me lMAO. she/her pronouns for the reader, v vanilla violence and explicit language. kinda enemies to lovers vibe

im so sorry u guys idk what got into me this is the goofiest au i’ve ever written ok but i just want ellie to get to learn abt the stars and shit after all she’s been thru she deserves it ok enjoy part 2 coming whenever i finish it.

wc: 6k

It wasn’t that you didn’t know that something bad had happened to the rest of the world. You did. Of course you did. You’d have to be a special kind of stupid to not realize that there was maybe something else going on when no one was allowed outside of the walls and anyone who returned told hushed stories of decimated buildings and piles of corpses.

It was just difficult to grasp the idea of the world you knew no longer existing outside the bounds of the city. To anyone before the pandemic, you’re sure that you lead what seemed like a normal life for any privileged kid.

You had two parents, both of whom loved you very much. You went to an elementary school, then a middle school, and then eventually high school and university. You went shopping with your friends. You watched movies and ate shitty junk food and had first kisses and went on ice cream dates. You studied what captivated your interest the most—space—and threw your soul into learning about the physics of the universe.

You laid on your dorm bed, playing with the edges of your pink comforter as you gossiped with your roommate, Irena, about the professor that she thought was hot and the boy who tried to harass you for your number after you’d finished up getting lunch.

You lived a normal life, which is pretty ironic, because the only reason you got to say that was because you were born to not-normal people who had been at the right place at the right time when the world fell apart.

You see, when everyone got sick, some areas got hit harder than others. And your parents, who were vacationing in some swanky exclusive Canadian resort that only the elite knew about, happened to hit the jackpot.

Not only was their vacation spot the one area in North America with a significant metropolitan population that managed to get enough time to adequately prepare, they happened to be traveling with some big-wig execs that knew a guy who knew a guy who was in the process of evacuating and putting the final touches on a safe zone, Terranova, intended for only the highest rungs of North American society.

So, there you were. Some 25 years or so after the world as your ancestors knew it fell to shit—and you were sipping cappuccinos and getting facials without a care in the world. All because of a lucky vacation.

And, for the record, it’s not that you were ungrateful. You knew that you were lucky to be living in the last place on earth with a semblance of normalcy. What you didn’t know, however, was just how lucky you were, and you didn’t find this out until you made that one stupid mistake in Gunther’s lab.

~

“Morning, Y/N!” called out Professor Gunther, a short, squatty man with a receding hairline so impressive that his forehead now ended halfway up his scalp.

“Morning, Professor,” you said, setting your bag down on the desk, winding your long scarf from around your neck and running a hand through your hair to get the tangles out. The wind outside had been especially fierce for February, which was not ideal given that you'd forgotten your hat at home.

“Guess what I’ve got?” Gunther was smiling, his teeth perfect white squares.

You gasped. “No. It’s already here?”

He said nothing; instead, he pushed forward a slightly battered box with dents and various smudges and marks that were telltale indicators for outside shipments.

“No way,” you said, pulling it into your hands. For a moment you debated using your nails to open the seam, but you’d just gotten them done, so you reached for a pair of scissors on the table.

“This is even more than we need,” you told Gunther, reaching in to pull out a spool of wire that shimmered under the lab lights. “Can I just hook it up now? Or is there something else I should do?”

There was, in fact, something that you should’ve done before going with your pliers and wire. Something about your model wasn’t quite right, but you’d figure that out a little too late.

You see, you and old Professor Gunther were attempting to build a prototype that would enable travel at the speed of light. It did sound insane—and you should’ve known that it was a pipe dream—but you were a space nerd with nearly limitless funding and support from one of the most famous surviving professors in the world. It had been Gunther’s pet project, one that you joined as a research assistant in your first year at the university. Once you’d caught wind of it, you couldn’t stay away, and you two quickly began to form a connection only understood by lonely and isolated academics.

“Go for it,” said Gunther, waving his hand dismissively.

Excitedly, you approached the table, your hands almost shaking as you held the wire. It was a fairly new invention, first used in the creation of Terranova and its walls to effectively make it invisible to the outside world. It boasted a variety of properties that made it academically fascinating and functionally useful. Gunther had had a suspicion that it would be useful in stabilizing the process of disseminating atoms to make light speed travel possible, so you’d placed the order for a couple of spools.

“And I think that’s it,” you said, using your pliers to shape the blunt edge that you had just clipped and plugging it into the circuit board. A purple sheen seemed to vibrate around the bundle of wires and boxes.

Gunther leaned over your shoulder, peering at everything through the spectacles perched on his pudgy nose. “Well done, dear. Say, before we turn this thing on and start running some preliminary tests, would you mind grabbing us some tea from the caf? My treat.”

“Of course,” you said, standing up and brushing your hands off. “Lapsang?”

He nodded. “And anything you’d like.”

You pulled my scarf back on, pulling it snugly around your neck and snatching your bag from the table. The walk to the cafeteria was short, but it was cold enough to require suiting up again. You ordered, paid with Gunther’s card, and sat quietly as you watched the snow fall outside.

It was a beautiful morning. The wind had died down, leaving the snow to fall from the gray skies in fat, puffy flakes. The city outside was quiet, with only the gentle hum of the occasional car to break the silence.

“Y/N! A Lapsang Souchong and a Jasmine Green?”

You leapt up and grabbed the two disposable cups, smiling widely at the barista. “Hey, would you mind throwing a bag of coffee in too?”

“Anything specific?” he asked.

“I don’t know anything about coffee,” you admitted. “Anything that isn’t decaf. It’s for my roommate.”

He nodded and rang you up for the coffee, and you were back on your way.

“My dear!” boomed Gunther when you came back, throwing the lab door open and nearly floating off the ground in excitement.

“Lapsang with a spot of honey, as always,” you said, passing the cup into his hands. The bite from the heat slowly faded from your palm—the barista had forgotten to put a sleeve on his cup.

“Lovely,” he said, setting it down next to you. “I’m just going to go ahead and flip the switch…keep your wits about you! Haha.”

“Ha,” you said, though suddenly you were getting more nervous. The longer you looked at the wires, the less sense they made. And was that two uncovered wires touching? ”Hey, wait, actually—”

Click.

A hum filled the room as the power flicked on. The bright white overhead lights flickered once, twice, and then went out. Something that smelled suspiciously like smoke filled the room.

“Fuck!” Gunther fumbled for the switch. You, similarly, lunged forward to see if you could manually disconnect the wires from the input. “It’s short circ—”

As soon as you made contact with the input wire, you heard the sound of a cup tipping over seconds before the splashing of hot tea.

Then everything went black.

~

When you awoke, it was because you were shaking so hard that your teeth were clicking painfully together.

Slowly, you pulled open my eyelids to see a brilliantly blue sky without a cloud in sight, wide and unimpeded by any skyscrapers. This was definitely not Gunther’s lab.

You groaned as feeling began to return to your body, along with a thudding headache and soreness in every joint. Gently, you pressed your weight into your fingers and slowly sat yourself up, making observations as you went.

You were not dead. Your heart was still beating and your nerves still functioned as usual. You had no idea how long you'd been lying on the ground, but it had to have been at least an hour given that the sun was almost in the middle of the sky.

Another observation: you were nowhere near Terranova.

Instead, you were in the clearing of a forest, surrounded by trees with unfamiliar trunk patterns and leaves. A thick bed of white snow coated everything in sight except for you.

You were well and truly fucked. There was nowhere even remotely nearby the city that you knew was in a fully forested area.

Though at least now you held the title of the first person alive to travel at light speed. It was a small comfort, but it was something to cling to.

A shriek sounded behind you, and you spun around, still seated on the ground. The forest line was clear, but you could hear rustling. For a moment you considered that it could be an animal, but it didn’t sound like any woodland creature. It sounded unmistakably human.

“Hello?” you called out.

The shriek came again, accompanied by more crunching—both much closer this time.

“Are you alright?” you asked, hoping your voice would carry to whoever it was. “Are you hurt?”

A mangled man suddenly came into sight as he fell into the clearing from a lopsided sprint, barreling right towards you. One of his knees was bent outwards as he went, so badly it looked broken, but it wasn’t enough to slow him down as he ran towards you.

You screamed, a real and proper one that pierced the frigid air. There was no time for to run as the man closed the gap and rammed into you, his filthy hands gripping your arms through your heavy jacket as his snapping teeth and rancid breath lunged for your neck.

Bang!

A single shot rang out. The man fell limp, slumping on top of you as you frantically snapped into motion and scrambled out from under him.

“Who the fuck are you?”

You whipped back around to see a girl standing at the other side of the clearing, a revolver in her hand and an incredibly cross expression etched into her features. She must’ve been around your age, and she had short auburn hair that barely brushed her shoulders and was being tossed about by the wind. There was a spattering of freckles across her face, muted against the backdrop of her cheeks reddened from exertion.

“Hi,” you said, your voice small and pathetic. You couldn’t stop shaking. “I’m Y/N.”

The girl just stared at you for a few more beats before turning back. “Jesse! Dina! Some help?”

You pulled your knees into your chest as you waited for whatever was to come. Now that the man was off of you, you could see that there was blood trickling from his gaping maw. Something that looked almost like shards had sprouted, like little spring buds, in little areas around his face. Even his normal, unshard-ed skin was a pallor that looked like death. Something wasn’t right here.

“Okay,” said the girl, gruffer this time. “Listen, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are just waltzing in like this, but this isn’t open to the public, alright? You’re trespassing.”

“Sorry,” you said, shrinking further into yourself as you thumbed the edges of your scarf. “I didn’t know.”

“Get the hell out of here,” she said, grabbing your backpack from the ground near her feet and throwing it at you.

Two other people emerged from the trees, another girl and one guy. They all seemed roughly the same age—early 20s, maybe—and were all carrying various weapons ranging from guns to knives.

To say you were on edge would be the understatement of the century.

They spoke in hushed tones as they approached the first girl.

“I don’t understand,” the other girl said, long black locks escaping from her ponytail. “We literally just patrolled this area. There’s no way to get here without either going through the town or going over the pass, and no one’s done that.”

“And you’re sure you didn’t see her then?” The boy looked curiously at you.

“Fucking obviously,” snapped the first girl. “I think we would’ve noticed.” Then, directed at you: “Hey. How’d you even wind up here?”

“Uh….” Your mouth became dry. “Where am I again?”

The girl rolled her eyes. “You’re telling me you don’t even know?”

“Ellie,” warned the other girl. “Maybe she’s been out here for a while. Hypothermia can make you think crazy things.”

“She doesn’t look like she’s been out here for long,” pointed out the first girl, presumably Ellie.

“You’re right outside Jackson,” said the other girl helpfully.

“How close am I to Terranova?”

“The fuck is Terra-whatta?” Ellie frowned at you.

“Where I live,” you said. “I—I’m a student there. I was working on a project and something went wrong and then all of a sudden I woke up here and—what is that thing?” You gestured frantically at the limp body of the man beside you, the shock slowly subsiding as reality set in. “He almost killed me!”

Ellie gaped at you along with her two friends. “What do you mean, what is that thing? Have you never seen a runner before?”

“A runner?” You stared back. “These things are normal enough for you to have a name for them?”

“Oh my god,” said Ellie, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers. “Have you, like, never been outside before?”

“No,” you said, honestly. “I’ve never left the city walls.”

“We have got to take her back with us,” said the other girl.

“Dina.” Ellie scowled. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Dina’s right,” said the guy, finally chiming in. “We can’t just leave her out here. She doesn’t even know what a runner is. She’s gonna be killed like that.”

Ellie considered, gnawing her lip. “Fine. Consider this your lucky day, Y/N. Get up.”

The first thing you did upon reaching your feet was faint once again.

~

“I told you, Joel, we just found her like this! Lying on the ground, with nothing but her bag.”

A man said something that you couldn’t quite catch.

“Yes. I went through it. No weapons, just…weird things. Like this.”

Your eyes snapped open to see Dina rooting around in your backpack, pulling out your laptop. You were laid horizontally on a table in some warmly lit home.

“Hey!” you said. She turned around, along with a tall, buff man at her side. “Be careful with that. That has all my homework on it.”

“See?” Dina whispered. “Do you think she hit her head or something, Joel?”

Joel frowned, picking up your laptop despite your protests. “I haven’t seen one of these in…I can’t even remember how long. And I’ve never seen one this slim before. Where’d you say you got this, er…”

“Y/N,” Dina supplied.

“From my university,” you said. There was a fire that crackled somewhere behind you, and it sounded comforting. “They provide all students with laptops. That’s how we do most of our schoolwork.”

“Let me guess,” said Joel. “You from the North? A place called Terra Something?”

“That’s a real thing?” Ellie came from around the corner, standing with her arms crossed. She’d changed out of her heavy winter coat and was instead wearing a dark gray hoodie with the strings tied into a bow.

“Never been there myself,” he said. “But when I was doing supply runs back in Boston we always heard whispers of a safezone in Canada. For rich assholes who had some even richer survivalist friends. The Fireflies attempted to break in for years, but they could never find it.”

“So, like a QZ?” asked Ellie, looking genuinely curious.

“What’s a QZ?” you asked. No one acknowledged it.

“Not quite,” said Joel. “No FEDRA. With no military presence, I’m sure it was a hell of a lot cushier living there. Wasn’t it, Y/N?”

“I don’t have anything to compare it to,” you said. “But, yeah. I guess it was nice. It was just normal, I guess. Nothing extraordinary.”

“You’re wearing a cashmere scarf,” Joel pointed out. “That’s not what I’d call normal in the apocalypse.”

You blushed, pulling at the fringes of said black scarf. The fabric was thin and soft, impossibly warm against your bare neck. “It didn’t—it doesn’t feel like the apocalypse in Terranova.”

“And how’d you make it all the way out here?”

“I’m a research assistant for a professor attempting to invent travel at the speed of light,” you said. “We just hooked it up to a different wire today. It short-circuited and when my professor and I rushed to shut it off, he spilled his tea on me and the prototype. Next thing I knew, I woke up here.”

Joel blinked. “What now?”

“I know it sounds crazy,” you said, defensively pulling your knees to your chest. “But I’m telling the truth, honestly. Plus, look at me.” You let go of your scarf and held out your hands, letting the glow of the fire catch the immaculate pearl polish on your fingers. “Do I look like someone who’s traveled from Canada to wherever I am now?”

“She’s got a point,” said Dina, nodding thoughtfully. “It really must be nice where you come from to have hands like that. It doesn’t look like you’ve done a day of work in your life. Reckon you could take us back with you?”

Joel sent her a stern look. “What did you parents do to gain access to a place like that? You the daughter of the president or something?”

“No. They just got lucky,” you explained. “They were summering in Canada and happened to befriend the founders of Terranova right before outbreak day.”

“‘Summering’,” repeated Joel. “It’s been a while since I heard someone use a season as a verb. Somehow it’s not been long enough.”

You cringed.

“I’m not gonna lie, it’s a little disappointing to hear that folks like your parents are still living in the lap of luxury, even after the world ended,” said Joel. “A part of me hoped that karma would get ‘em.”

“I didn’t realize how bad it was out here,” you said defensively. “They didn’t even tell me about…what was that that tried to kill me out there? Walkers?”

“Runners,” Ellie supplied. She watched you quietly from her position leaning up against the couch.

“You ran into one?” asked Joel, another wrinkle appearing in his forehead. “Ellie, have you checked her for bites?”

Ellie’s freckled face paled as she swore. “Fuck. No, I forgot. I should’ve done it in the clearing.”

“Well, better now than never. Listen, I gotta meet up with Tommy. You check ‘er. You got a gun ready, just in case?”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed, looking thoroughly scandalized. “What do you mean, just in case?”

“I’ll be outside,” said Dina, following Joel as he left the door.

“How come it’s my job?” Ellie called after them. “No one asked me how I felt about this!”

The door banged shut in reply. She turned back to face you, her lips set into a firm line. “Fine. Take your coat off. Let’s make this quick.”

“I didn’t feel anything bite me,” you said, grabbing your knees tighter to your chest. Ellie was intimidating and scary, and you rather liked how you currently wore an extra layer of protection.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say.” She walked over to you, grabbing your scarf and unwinding it from your neck. “Shit. Is this what Joel called cashmere?”

“Yeah,” you said, watching as she stared at the fabric pooled in her hands. “It’s nothing special, really. Everyone wears them in Terranova.”

Ellie stared at you. “Can you stop saying Terranova? I swear it’s every third word that comes out of your mouth. I honestly couldn’t give a shit about whatever fantasyland you grew up in while the rest of us dealt with the real world.”

You opened your mouth, then thought better of it and closed it. It was discombobulating to hear a stranger swear so often at you.

Ellie knocked your hands from your knees and stared down at you. “Are you actually gonna make me take off everything myself? Do they have hired help to unzip your coats in Terra Novella?”

“Terranova.”

Ellie let out a sharp sigh, then lunged for the zipper near your throat.

“Okay, okay, fine,” you said, yanking yourself away and pulling your zipper down to reveal your standard lab outfit—a satiny button up shirt tucked into slacks. You pulled the rest of your puffer off, letting it drop in a pile next to you.

“So,” you said as Ellie grabbed your arm, gently rolling up the fabric of your blouse and turning your forearm back and forth, “Is this, like, a normal thing? To have deranged people in the woods attack you like that?”

“They’re not people,” she said quietly. Satisfied with your left arm, she moved to the next and let your unbuttoned sleeve fall. “Not anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

Ellie’s fingers encircled your right wrist as she fiddled with your sleeve. They were warm as they brushed across your skin, just barely touching you. “You really don’t know? I thought you at least knew about outbreak day.”

“Of course I know about outbreak day,” you said defensively. “I’m not stupid.”

Ellie arched a brow.

“They told us that it was a virus,” you added. “That it was lethal and incredibly infectious. Is that not what happened?”

“It’s not a virus, it’s a fungus,” corrected Ellie, letting go of your sleeve and stepping back as you redid the buttons at your wrist. “And it doesn’t just kill. It turns you into—into something like what you saw today. You lose your mind. The only thing that matters to you is biting everyone and spreading the infection.”

“Oh.”

“I saw you get tackled. Did your legs get scratched up at all?”

“No,” you responded, feeling thankful that you wouldn’t need to take your pants off. In that moment, literally nothing seemed more embarrassing. Your hands had begun to shake again.

“Didn’t think so.”

“If it had bitten me, would that mean that I…I would get sick too?”

“Nice going, Sherlock,” said Ellie, returning to her spot against the couch. “Really stellar reasoning skills there.”

You pulled your knees back into your chest, the gravity of the situation sinking in. All this time you’d thought it was just a virus—a measly virus that killed. That it could be anything else had never occurred to you.

“Keep shaking and I’m going to start to think that you were bitten.” She smiled thinly at you from across the room.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your teeth bouncing against each other once before you clenched your jaw. “Please cut me some slack. This is just a lot to take in. If you’ll recall, I’ve just been the first person in history to undergo atomic dissolution and reassembly. It’s a wonder I’m still alive.”

“Welcome to the club,” said Ellie, her eyes narrowed. “It’s a wonder any of us are alive.”

Your lips pressed tightly together as you sat, trying your best not to lose it at her. You’d always been brought up to be kind, to be forgiving and sweet and polite. After all, there was never any reason not to be. Terranova’s culture put a heavy emphasis on keeping the peace no matter what. Your parents rarely ever raised their voices. Your professors kindly and respectfully asked their pupils to settle down if they were too noisy, but since you were all brought up with impeccable manners, such instances were few and far between. It just wasn’t a thing to chew strangers out. Such behavior was only reserved for extraordinary situations of the like you’d never experienced. Speaking of manners…

“Thank you,” you said, finally. Yeah, you could be the bigger person.

Ellie’s gaze snapped up to you, her brow furrowed. “Huh?”

“For saving me,” you clarified, avoiding her eyes. They were uncomfortably piercing. “Sorry. I should’ve thanked you earlier. That was rude of me. And I’m also sorry for just barging in here. I promise it wasn’t on purpose. Trust me, I would do anything to be back home right now.”

“I bet you would.” Her eyes dropped briefly to your hands, unblemished and smooth as they clutched your knees. Not even a cuticle was out of place, a result of your weekly manicures and daily lotion habit.

“Sorry,” you said again, feeling heat rise in your cheeks once again. “I probably sound so insufferable and spoiled to you.”  

“Just—” She paused, frowning. “Just stop apologizing. It’s fine. It’s not your fault, or whatever.” The words seemed to pain her.

“What’s a QZ?” you asked. Now that you’d had a moment to draw in a few deep breaths, your hands were steady once again.

“Quarantine Zone,” said Ellie. “Established by what was left of the government for those of us normal people. There are a couple scattered around the country in the big cities.”

“Did you live in one? What’re they like?”

She was about to answer when the door banged open.

“Ellie!” Dina’s voice was breathless. “Joel wants me and you to go out and finish the patrol route together. She alright?”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, hanging your legs off the table and reaching for your puffer.

“God, I fucking love that shirt,” said Dina. “Can I touch it? It looks so soft.”

You had a feeling that you would get on well with her. “Sure.”

“It’s not that soft,” said Ellie from the couch.

“Shut up, Ellie!” Dina walked over to you, grabbing the dangling fabric from your loose sleeves and letting it thread through her fingers. “Sorry about her, Y/N. She’s just like that sometimes.”

“Dina!”

Dina ignored Ellie’s protests, giving you a look full of mirth as she stepped back. “For the record, it was that soft.”

“You couldn’t wear it anywhere,” argued Ellie. “It looks ridiculous. Infected would just snag right onto the sleeves. That’s only if you didn’t get tangled up in a tree from all that loose fabric first.”

“There’s not an abundance of trees or sick fungus people in my research lab,” you said awkwardly. “So that’s not really something that crossed my mind when I got ready this morning.”

“Ha!” Dina’s eyes scrunched. “Ellie, be nice. Maybe she’ll claim us both as her long-lost sisters and get us into wherever she came from, but she’s not gonna if you keep acting like this.”

“It’s okay,” you said, shrugging. “I get it. I can’t even begin to imagine how much different your lives are out here. And, I mean, I probably could if you wanted. I’m pretty sure that all you need is a connection and a negative test for whatever the fungus is called.”

“See?” Dina gestured towards you. “Listen to her. She’s so wholesome.”

“I’d be wholesome too if I led the kind of life where I didn’t know about the infected and got to wear dumb shirts like that all day.”

Dina huffed. “Listen, Y/N, Ellie and I are gonna finish up with patrolling. I’m assuming you want to stay in Jackson until you figure everything out?”

You nodded. “If that’s alright. I don’t mean to impose.”

“We’ll talk to Maria and Tommy once we get back and see about getting you set up somewhere temporarily,” said Dina. “For now, you can just stay at Ellie’s until we finish up. Sound good?”

“Dina!” protested Ellie. “You’re just gonna leave her here unattended without even asking me?”

“What’s she gonna do? Ransack the town? With what weapon, Ellie? Her bare hands? She looks like she’d be blown over if I breathed too hard in her direction.”

You flushed. Sure, you’d never really seen much of a point of bulking up and working out when you were nothing but a student who spent all of her time goofing off with wires and telescopes, but it was humbling to have it pointed out so blatantly.

“She wouldn’t make it a day outside,” continued Dina. “I don’t think she’s stupid enough to try anything. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You blinked. “I mean, yeah. I’ve never spent a day without electricity and hot running water, so I’m not really clambering to leave and live in the woods.”

Ellie sighed sharply. “Fine. Cool. Whatever. Just stay where you are, okay? And don’t even think about touching anything.”

~

By the time that she returned with Joel, you were sitting at the table, 2 chapters deep into the one textbook you’d brought along with you for one of your courses.

“Glad to see the house still standing,” Joel quipped as he worked his heavy coat off his shoulders and pulled his boots off. Ellie trailed behind him, hanging up her coat and pulling off a pair of black gloves. “Ellie was concerned you’d raze the whole town.”

“I’m honored that she thinks me so capable,” you said in response, wincing as you had to dogear your textbook, your bookmarks and sticky notes tucked safely in your dorm desk far away.

Ellie sent you an irritated look before her gaze dropped to the textbook in your lap. It lingered for a moment, just long enough for you to know that she was reading the title Exoplanetary Systems.

“Tommy and Maria have decided to let you stay until you get back on your feet,” said Joel, oblivious to the hostility coming from Ellie. “There’s a cottage down the street that’ll be ready for you to move into soon. For now, you can stay with us. There’s an extra room across the hall from Ellie’s.”

“That’s too kind of you,” you said, your voice smooth and gracious after years of having your manners picked apart by your parents.  

Joel looked mildly uncomfortable. “Uh, yeah. Don’t mention it. You know how to ride a horse?”

“Yeah, a little.”

“Good,” said Joel. “Can you shoot, too?”

You stared. “Uh, shoot what?”

“A gun,” said Ellie slowly. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her mouth contorted into a scowl. She did not seem overjoyed at the prospect of a new housemate.

“No,” you said. Your ears felt like they were on fire. “There’s, uh, a strict ban on guns in Terr–where I grew up. There was no reason to shoot anything.”

Joel whistled. “Well, imagine that. So maybe we won’t put you on patrol just yet. We’ll find something else for you to do. Got any other skills?”

Before you answered, Joel picked up your bag and peered inside of it. “Say, is this a bag of coffee?”

He pulled out the bag of coffee grinds that you’d picked up at the cafe.

“Yeah!” you said. “Before the, uh, accident, my professor sent me to get him tea from the cafeteria. I ended up picking those up since my roommate and I were out. You drink coffee?”

“Not much anymore,” said Joel, picking up the bag and weighing it back and forth. “It’s hard to come by out here. You have to pay an arm and a leg to get just a bit. I haven’t seen a bag like this since before the outbreak.”

“It’s yours,” you said quickly. “I don’t even really like coffee. I just drank it because my roommate would make me a cup.”

Joel shook his head and placed it back in your bag. “No, I couldn’t do that. I’d probably have to trade my whole arsenal plus a horse to get something this big.”

“Please, I insist,” you said. “It’s the least I can do. It’s just going to sit in my bag anyway. You’d appreciate it more.”

“Well…” Joel gave you a considering look. “I s’pose this could cover your work for a few weeks until either we find another job for you or Ellie teaches you to shoot.”

“Joel!” Ellie interjected. “I have my own shit to do.”

“That’s really generous of you,” you said, smiling at Joel. “But you could honestly just take the bag—no need to offer any reimbursement.”

Joel grunted and picked the bag up again, slinging it onto the counter behind him. “Maria’s never gonna believe me until she sees this. Full bag of monsoon malabar…didn’t even think they had that shit anymore…” He continued to mumble to himself as he shuffled around, opening and closing cabinets behind you.

When you looked back up, Ellie was staring again at your book, a line in her brow.

“You can borrow it, if you’d like.” You pushed the book towards her as a poor attempt to call a truce between you two. “It’s not like I actually need to do the reading anymore. I’m already missing lecture.”

You winced at the thought of getting behind in your classes. In the very likely case you weren’t getting back in the next few days, you’d probably need to take a gap semester and return in the fall, delaying your graduation date another 4 months. Your parents were going to kill you. This was going to create an unfillable hole in your resume. “Shooting a gun” and “riding horses” were not acceptable activities to explain away why you took a whole season off.

“No thanks,” said Ellie, pushing it back to you. “Keep it. I don’t want it.”

“It’s about solar systems outside of our locale,” you continued. “There’s a bunch of them. It’s actually really interesting.”

“It doesn’t really sound like it,” she said, but there was no venom behind her voice—just something that sounded like exhaustion.  

“Maybe not.” You sighed, deflated. So much for a white flag. “I guess it must seem pretty ridiculous to you.”

Ellie stood there, her arms still crossed and her frown deep. “Joel,” she said, speaking over your shoulder, “I’m going out. I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t do anything stupid,” said Joel. You could hear him bustling around in what you assumed was a kitchen, filling a kettle with water and lighting the gas top stove.

When you turned back around, Ellie was already out the door, coat slung over her arm as she shut it.

Before the door closed entirely, her eyes snapped up to meet yours like she knew you’d been watching her.

She was gone before you had the chance to lift your hand to wave goodbye.

again apologies for this if you’ve made it this far. please confiscate my laptop. part 2 coming soon (?) if u want also im not an astrophysics student im a thickheaded cs student who barely survived ap physics so im sorry if i’m doing a disservice to the academic field of astronomy idk shit about it 

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Hi ummmmm could i get a “I’m personally offended that you didn’t ask me to be your fake date.” with Kol Mikaelson please, idk why i pretended this was a drive thru im-

anyway hope ur having a great day x

hi anon! thank you for being my first submission! ❤️

Not Possible

Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore best friend! reader

Warnings: not really a warning but use of Y/N

A/N: sorry i dropped off the face of the earth except to reblog taylor swift… it’s okay i’m back now! but Damon and Reader are besties ngl

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Damon had his hand on the small of my back and I was smiling broadly, trying to pretend that I wanted to be at my parents’ ball. My dad was throwing a ball to celebrate me graduating high school, and everyone in Mystic Falls was here. My mom was hanging on my dad, already tipsy.

“You okay?” Damon whispered.

“Yeah.” We were talking out of the corners of our mouths, barely loud enough to hear. Of course, no human would hear anyway, Damon had turned me a couple months ago, around when Elijah showed up.

“Y/N.” Damon poked my side.

“What?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“Look behind you.”

Discreetly looking by flipping my hair, I saw Kol, Rebekah, and Elijah greeting people. Turning back to Damon, I sighed. “This is going to get a lot worse, isn’t it?”

“Unless you count a lot of fake smiles as fun, then yes.”

The three Originals approached us and we greeted them with fake smiles. “Kol, Elijah, Rebekah. To what do we owe the honor?”

Elijah smiled. “We just wanted to come to your party and see what was happening.”

Rebekah was scanning me. “Your dress is cute.” She said, and somehow I knew she was telling the truth.

“Thank you.”

Kol smiled. “I only came because Klaus was getting angry.”

“A smart choice.” Damon said.

The music changed to a waltz piece and Kol offered me his hand. “Will you please dance with me, darling?”

“Of course.” I took his hand and followed him through the crowd, glancing back at Damon to see him giving me a little thumbs up. I flipped him off.

“So,” Kol began as we started dancing. “You and Damon?”

“No, I had to have a date for this. My parents’ wishes.” I rolled my eyes. “So I just told them Damon is my date and he showed up.”

“You know, love, I’m personally offended you didn’t ask me to be your fake date.”

“Why would I do that?”

Kol pulled me closer. “Because you love me.”

I laughed softly. “You really have high aspirations.”

“No, I just have a beautiful girl in my arms.”

I just rolled my eyes at him.

-two months later-

There was a knock on the door of the Salvatore mansion, and Damon got off the couch, sighing, to go open it. “What?” He asked, opening it.

“Hello, Damon. Is Y/N here?”

“Hold on. N/N! YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HERE!” Damon opened the door farther, gesturing for Kol to come in. “She’ll be down in a minute.” Damon went back to the couch as I descended the stairs.

“Thanks for the help, Damon.” I said sarcastically.

“No problem. Have fun, but not too much fun. Don’t stay out too late, but don’t come home early.” The door was already closed by the time he finished.

“Hello, darling.” Kol pulled me into a bruising kiss.

“Hi.” I said, almost shyly.

“Are you ready for our fake date?” He offered me his arm.

“Get over it! I still hated you then.”

“I always loved you, so how rude is that?” He had a hand on the small of my back as he walked me to his car, opening the passenger door for me before closing the door and getting in the driver’s seat.

“I love you.” I said, looking over at him.

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

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Thank you all for reading!

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boxer!abby anderson x cheerleader!reader

cw: fingering, overstimulation & phone call during it.

sinopse: you're the little miss perfect abby loves to ruin.

📍 well this is my very first smut and post here on tumblr, mind you, english is not my first language so it might have some grammatical mistakes.

New places were always motive of anxiety and stress to a lot of people, not knowing how to talk to people or exaclty how they should behave or what to do. Not for you, never for you. Being the daughter of one of the most important families around the city, it was hard to be anything but perfect. Hair always in place, clothes well put and done, smile never leaving the lips over taken care off, skin smooth and flawless. A doll.

It was exactly what Abby liked to call you: doll, dolly, sweetheart... All those fancy and endearing names that felt like heaven slipping of her tongue. She was an underground fighter around college, by the morning a normal student and at night, a total mess inside the righ. Most people were scared of her. This was even better since you both had a secret relationship, no one could know the perfect cheerleader girl from medical school enjoyed such dangerous girls, right? No one could find any 'flaw' related to little miss perfect of the town, the most precious gem with the ultimate bright smile and mind. But you never thought about it when spread out on her sheets, fingers digging into the skin of your waist, pulling the white cotton shirt you wore up revealing a bit too much of a laced pink bra around those breasts. Her mouth was latched onto yours, crashing tongue and teeth like no one else ever did, your legs rising up to rest the inner thigh on her hip, her free hand going down to the hem lifting it up, feeling you up.

"you're so fuckin' soft..." she whispered, breath hot descending to your neck.

Her teeth teased the thin skin on your neck, biting and giving it a hickey under the ear. Tongue flickering around just to tease and pressing good enough to suck the skin back to her mouth with the help of her lips.

"abby! not there, someone will—" you whined complaining.

It was easy to shut you off, the hand on your thighs went higher touching the mound in between your legs thru the sofr panties, she smiled, looking at your flushed and embarrassed face. So shameless. Her eyes narrowed, tilting her head to the side she asked:

"sorry, what were you saying?" her voice was low and raspy.

You groaned frustrated, looking away from her and getting a small giggle from the blondie with her hand in between her legs. She toyed you with her fingers, caressing the covered entrance feeling it all wet already which made her click her tongue. Smiling, Abby dived in your skin once more, breathing the familiar scent one of your fancy perfumes she didn't mind much knowing about, what was between your legs was more important.

"you're so sensitive, I've barely touched you." it was a bit of a mockery, smiling while brushing her nose down in between your covered breasts. "take it off for me, pretty girl."

You did as she said, because who wouldn't? Moving your fingers to the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, exposing the delicate torso with that lingerie — which was one of her favorites, all to Abby. She smiled against your skin, teeth going towards the front opening of the bra and quickly undoing it. She had done it timeless before, with you or any other girl she had laid down on that same bed.

"fuck me, you're gorgeous." she said while moving her lips kissing your skin.

Those kisses were heated, biting and leaving some small marks until she reached the right breast and breathed around the nipple. Taking into her mouth she could hear a soft gasp escaping your lips, the fingers in between your legs didn't go to waste. Moving her thumb up your covered clit, she pressed only enough for you to arch that pretty back, keeping her index and ring ones teasing the entrance and playing with the covered folds. Abby was enjoying it, the way you squirmed, how you kept your teeth biting those perfect lips and sometimes bruising, oh no, you couldn't do that, could you?

Her tongue flickered around the nipple inside the mouth, sometimes teasing with her teeth and leaving it alone giving a hard suck that ended with a 'pop' sound, as soon as she left your breast. The free hand went to cup your jaw, thumb caressing your lower lip and pressing both, she made sure to lift your head a bit up as she kept assaulting the covered slick with her fingers.

"you seem so needy, what's the problem, hm?" she asked, leaning down and kissing your jaw, down to your neck and getting up again. "c'mon don't bite those lips, it's my job..."

She leaned down, biting your lower lip and pulling your mouth to a heated kiss once again. Slipping her tongue thru yours and feeling the hard muscles against hers, your lips were good enough to kiss, to the point sometimes she even left them swollen. Abby pulled back, shaking your face a bit while holding your jaw with her thick fingers. Her fingers pulled the panties to the side, eyes looking down at the mess you were in between those legs she loved so much, a low whistle was heard from her lips.

"greedy, aren't you?" more tease, index finger caressing the entrance, forcing only a little bit of it.

"damn Abby, give it to me already." you complained, voice whiny and melodic by the moans.

She laughed off your impatient, when she was about to fuck her finger inside your phone rang. Looking at it she grabbed before you could, staring the contact she smiled softly and gave it to you.

"mommy's calling, better answer." she handed the phone to you, not backing up or anything, just staying there.

"don't do anything funny." you said firmly, taking the phone from her hand. "hi mom..."

The moment you answered Abby saw the perfect opportunity to give what you wanted, she saw how your voice tone changed talking to your dear mom, how sweeter you sounded right now so she decided to keep playing with you. Her finger got inside without warning, she saw the way your eyes widened, hand gripping the pillow tight as you almost left a gasp from your mouth. She smiled, muttering for you to keep talking to her.

"mhm, the rehearsal? ah— well I—" you tried to focus, voice trying to not string as Abby curled her finger inside, moving in and out as her thumb caressed your clit once more, applying a light pressure. "I will go... I will."

She could see how you were trying to keep up, to hold the sensations it had been to longue since felt. Her eyes narrowed as your reactions grew bolder, she heard your mom complain about her being late over some stupid cheerleader thing.

"Sorry mom I just— agh!" your hand went straight to your mouth, breath going heavier as you felt another finger inside. "yeah, I'm fine! I'm at... I'm at Dina's house! I'll go, promise."

The way you lied about being at Dina's house it was fun to Abby, she knew your little friend could cover it up what happened but never know where you really was. Abby teased more, moving her fingers in and out sweetly and carefully, thumb moving thru your aching clit as she rolled in circle movements. You were so wet, she started to move it faster, making it gush around and your legs aquirm.

"I need to go mum— to not be late, 'haha, bye!" you said rushed, trying to turn off the call when you were so damn close... Abby stopped.

She removed her fingers from you, licking them with her tongue and biting her lower thick lip. Getting off the bed where she was knelt assaulting your cunt, her hand went to the floor to pick up your shirt as she threw over your body and headed to the door.

"get dressed up, I'll take you to the rehearsal."

#abby x reader #abby smut #abby anderson #abby x fem!reader #abby tlou #boxer au #tlou smut #x reader #reader insert #the last of us #smut

[rafedaddy01]

You have a praise kink and drew finds out about it and uses it against u every chance he gets like on set,at premieres,getting dinner with the cast ,etc until one day u guys are playfully wrestling and u pull his hair on accident and hear him moan and u use it too ur advantage the same way he’s been doing you. Then one day u both just go FERAL🐱

OBSESSED 😍😍😍

A/n: I am absolutely LOVING these ideas your sending keep it cuming (pun intended 😉)

Warnings: praise kink, hair pulling, smut, 18+

You two were on set just wrapping up a scene, “cut” Jonas said from his director chair. “That’s a wrap for tonight guys, good work” he thru a thumbs up and you and drew. “Wanna get something to eat?” Drew said opening the exit door for you. “Sure. What are you feeling?” You asked. “Mexican?” Drew said. You nodded your head and you two got in his car. “I’ll place a takeout so we can go back home and eat” you said pulling out your phone and calling the restaurant. “Good girl” drew said jokingly. You clenched your thighs at his comment and he noticed and cocked his head towards you smirking. “What was that? Are you turned on right now! Does little miss y/n have a praise kink” he laughed. “Shut up!” You said rolling your eyes and placing your order.

That night drew learned something new about you and he wouldn’t let you forget it. A few months later you guys had finished filming and it was the night of the premiere. You shimmied into your black satin dress that had a low hanging back, slid on your black tie up pumps, and touched up your makeup and hair. “Ready?”drew entered the room in a black tux. “Woah. You look hot” he said clearing his throat a bit nervous. “Thank you” you said grabbing your clutch and heading for the door. “Not so fast” he said pulling you back by the wrist. “I need to tell my girl how good she’s been. Don’t you think?” He raised a brow as his hand snaked around your neck and down your exposed cleavage. “Such a good and pretty girl, I could fuck you right here right now and you’d take it just like the little slut that you are” he whispered in your ear as his free hand lowered its way down your open spine and stopped on your ass, squeezing. A moan slipped past your lips at his words. “Drew, please” you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. He pulled fully away from you fixing his cuffs and heading out the room “let’s go, can’t be late” he said leaving you drenched in your arousal.

Later that night after the premiere the cast decided to celebrate with a dinner. All of you seated at the table laughing and talking about all the Barry and Rafe edits you’ve seen and overall how much fun it’s been filming. As the night went on everybody engaged in their own conversation and as drew was making convo with Chas across the table you felt his hand wrap around your thigh and push your legs apart with one hand. You widened your eyes and slammed your thighs shut, keeping his hand from moving any further. Drew leaned in to whisper “be a good slut for me and open your legs” his hot, whiskey breath hit the skin on your neck and you shivered opening your legs unconsciously. “Good job” he winked as he took a sip of his water and continued his convo with chase. His hand kept going higher and higher until it reached the wet spot on your panties. Chase stood up to use the rest room and drew turned to face you. “Such a little slut, can’t even go an hour without getting wet, can you pretty girl?” He said as his eyes grew dark. He was about to pull your panties to the side when the waiter walked up and started placing the food on the table.

Once you two got home you were a bit tipsy walking through your apartment laughing and giggling as you stumbled your way through the dark and tripped over the carpet and you landed on-top of drew. You both burst out laughing for a few minutes until you started to get off of him and go get ready for bed. He pulled you back into him and flipped you two over so he was on top. He held your hands above your head pinned down. You both stared at each other and he leaned down looking at your lips. Your stretched up as much as you could and he attacked your stomach with tickles. “D-d-drew.. stop stop! I surrender.” You laughed as you tried wiggling free from his grip. He stopped his actions and let you go feeling prideful for winning. As soon as you got free you pushed him off and jumped on-top him and laid your own tickles onto him. You both laughed as you wrestled with each other trying to gain dominance. Your hand reached up and pulled his hair in attempt to let him loose his grip on you but instead a moan left his lips and you both froze. “What was that?” You looked at him trying not to laugh. “Nothing” he said getting off of you. “Do you have a hair pulling kink” you smirked propping yourself up on your elbows. “Hey come here” you said pulling him by the neck. You pressed your lips on his and he picked you up and carried you two to the couch.

You sat on top of him and the kiss turned sloppy as your tongues fought in each others mouth. You grinded down into his erection and he grunted as he pulled away and started unbuttoning his shirt and removing his clothes you stood up and pulled the straps of your dress down and took your panties off waiting eagerly for him to pull down his pants and boxers. Once he was finished you climbed back on top of him, your naked body’s touching and he sucked on the skin of your neck making you moan as your hands reach for his hair and rigged roughly. He moaned against your neck. “Enough teasing” he said lifting you up by the hips to hold his cock up and you sat down onto him both staying still for a moment signing as you leaned his forehead on his and taking in the feeling of him stretching you out. It’s been months since you had sex it’s just been so stressful with all the work and filming that you haven’t had time to rip each others clothes off but tonight was gonna be the night you took out all the frustration out on each other and you both knew it wasn’t gonna be gentle. “Shit” you threw your head back and you rocked your hips and started bouncing on his cock. He admired the way your tits pressed into his face as you placed your hands on his thighs behind you and fucked yourself on his shaft. “Good girl, fuck yourself on my cock. Just like that. Soak it up baby” he hissed as you leaned yourself forward and your hands found their way onto his hair and ran your fingers thru it pulling harshly. The room was filled with both of your moans and the sound of Drew’s sick slipping in and out of you. He noticed you were getting tired so he gripped your hips and started slamming up into you. “Fuck y/n, you feel so good.” He grunted as you pulled harder and harder on his hair. “Drew! gunna cum” you moaned as he suck on your nipple. “Cum for me baby. Give it to me, soak up my cock, just like that pretty girl” he grunted as he slammed up into you harder and harder till he felt your body go limp and he slowed his movements but continued thrusting up to reach his own orgasm. He released himself into you and you felt both your juices spilling down your thighs. He stopped thrusting and catched his breath before pulling you into him and kissing the top of your head. “Good girl, you did so good for me” he praised while leaving kissed atop your head.

A/n: I got carried away with this one. I loved this idea there was just so many ways I could have written it that I couldn’t pick one so that’s why it’s so long. 💕

#smut #drew starkey #outer banks #rafe cameron #dark rafe cameron #outerbanks #drewstarkey #drewstarkey smut #rafecameron #rafe cameron x reader #fanfic #rafe cameron blurb #rafecameronsmut #obx x reader #obx imagine #rafe obx

[brooooswriting]

how about like badass biker! nat x reader where nat is a player and always sleeps around with different girls and nat flirts with reader also but it’s different she actually has feelings for reader and is in love with her same for reader and reader thinks they have something going but at a party she sees nat flirting with someone new and reader just storms out mad feeling like a fool to think nat was different with her but nat follows her out and confesses and says she’s in love with reader but shes just scared

Only you

Biker!Natasha x reader

You knew Natasha, well everybody did, not only because you could hear her exhaust all thru the city but also because a) she and her friends were incredibly rich and b) she flirted (and probably slept) with like every girl that went to your club. But due to the fact that you mostly worked behind closed doors you never truly met, until 3 weeks ago.

Your bartender got sick so you decided to cover, it’s been a while since you stood behind the bar so you thought why not. It made you realize how much you missed this, the new people, the vibe, the happiness around the club.

When a certain redhead in leather jacket, followed by three men entered the bar you were quick to figure out who she was. Natasha Romanoff, Playgirl of the city, Steve rogers, her loyal buddy that was to nice for his own good, and Tony stark, playboy of the city.

“Hey, can we get three beers please?” Steve asked as he came up to the counter. “Right up” you said as you opened the beers and slid them over, he laid down some money nodding before going to the other man of the group. The redhead, unknown to you, was watching your interaction with the blonde, she’s never seen you here before and it made her curious about you, you were hot, there was no denying that.

“Hello pretty, I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. Are you new?” she smirked as she sat down on one of the chairs in front of the bar. “I’m just not behind the bar that often” you answered mixing a drink for the girl next to her. “Well, sadly, it’s a view I could get used to” you were laughing by now which confused her, it wasn’t a giggle or something like that, no you were clearly laughing about her and what she said. “Look, just because you’re good looking and rich, that doesn’t mean that everybody wants to be your toy” you told her openly which shocked her and the girl next to her.

“I- what - you” she clearly didn’t know what to say, as nobody has ever been that honest with her. “Aw, I’m sorry, did that break you?” Now it was your time to smirk as she stood up and walked away with a frown. A couple minutes later she was flirting with various girls around the club.

Later that night, she came back. “Why don’t you want me?” She asked you causing you to look at her rather confused. “I mean, you’re clearly gay and you said it yourself, I’m hot. So why do you not want me?” It annoyed her that she didn’t even know what your problem was, she wasn’t going to force herself on you but she wanted to know. Only then she realized that you disappeared when she wasn’t looking.

Something about you mesmerized her, she couldn’t put a finger on it and she hated it, not once has she been so pulled in by someone. But she didn’t just think that you’re hot, no she thought you were beautiful. So she went back the next couple of nights to see you again but you didn’t show up.

She let Tony do a bit of research about you and it made sense when she heard that you were the club owner, that’s why you weren’t always behind the bar, but it meant that you probably were in the club somewhere.

Turns out your bartender wasn’t sick but he was planning on quitting his job, so here you were at the end of the month doing the job yourself. When Natasha saw that, she came back every night to try and flirt with you.

Unknown to you the flirting that was just for a hookup soon turned into honest intentions. She started to fall for you, so she sat at the bar every night making small talk and listening to your stories. Your voice was one of her favorite things, it was soothing and so comforting that she could listen to you to talk for hours. To you it just seemed like Natasha finally realized that you didn’t want to hook up and that maybe, just maybe, she wanted more than that.

That’s what you thought until today, you came into the club later as you had a meeting before. When you entered you immediately saw Natasha with three girl around her, clearly flirting with them to get into their pants. You rolled your eyes and grumpily made your way behind the bar. It wasn’t really clear to you why you always had to look over to the group or why it annoyed you so much until you best friend, Kate, spoke up. “Falling for the playboy always hurts darling, but you’ll be fine” she kissed your cheek and disappeared.

She left you trying to figure out what she meant, you didn’t fall for the redhead, right? It would be stupid and you wouldn’t do that, you thought and decided to concentrate on work. You were shaking a margarita for a customer as you made a bit of small talk with her, she was here for a visit and you decided to give her some tips for the city. By now it got more to a point where you were flirting with her and things where great until

Until Natasha came up to the counter. “Hello beautiful” she greeted you and leaned over the bar to kiss your cheek. As much as you hated it, it made you blush causing the woman you were flirting with to go. “What the hell? You made her leave” you whined while glaring at the redhead. “I’m sorry, but can I maybe get a beer?” She asked sitting down across from you. “Here” you mumbled as you gave it to her, before cleaning the counter.

“So how was your day sweetheart?” She asked causing you to roll your eyes and ignore her. “Y/n - what’s wrong?” She was concerned by now as she didn’t really know why you were ignoring her. “What do you want Romanoff?! I’m working” you snapped looking up at her. “That didn’t matter before, we’ve been talking the last couple of weeks” she tried to explain but you only shook your head. “You can drop the act and to back to your girl toys over there, I believe they’ll satisfy your needs” you told her accusingly before turning to the other bartender. “Clint, I’m taking 5”

What you didn’t know was that Clint, a coworker and friend of yours, was also pretty good friends with Natasha. “What the hell was that?” She asked him confused. She was genuinely interested in how your day was and she was more than just trying to get into your pants. “You’re really clueless huh?” He grinned as he was obviously enjoying this. “What do you mean clueless? She’s mad at me without a good reason” she argued causing him to laugh. “Without a good reason? The last three weeks you flirted with her and made her feel like you care and one time she comes late and you’re back there flirting with three women at the same time” he explained before walking off to serve another costumer.

Natasha was more than happy to hear that. The last three weeks she fell for you and she was scared that you wouldn’t feel the same. So she made her way to search for you. But her search was interrupted when Tony called out for her, “Romanoff, Peter is in trouble. We gotta go.” You watched as they walked to their bikes and drove off.

The next morning you went to get breakfast with Kate. “I don’t know why I’d fall for her. I mean she is a playboy, why would I do that?” You rambled to Kate who tried to comfort you as much as she could. “It’ll be fine, we all fall for someone like that at least once” she told you rubbing your arm comfortingly.

In the middle of breakfast Kate went to the bathroom so you took the opportunity to check your phone until someone slid into the booth in front of you. Looking up you saw a redhead, “what are you doing?” You asked not really happy to see her. “I saw you from outside and couldn’t walk by without saying hi and tell you that you look very beautiful today” she explained before ordering a coffee.

By the time her coffee arrived Kate was back and stood next to the table looking at the biker confused. “Did I crash a date?” Natasha asked eyeing the brunette. “No, you’re fine. But y/n, darling, I actually gotta go. I’m sorry” she said before she kissed your cheek and disappeared. She felt bad about it but she saw the way Nat looked at you, it was filled with so much love and adoration that she just couldn’t resist.

“Well maybe I should also leave then” you told the redhead who was quick to grab your hand. “Wait, please, come on. Let me take you on a date, if you don’t like me after it, then I’ll leave you alone” she said desperately. It shocked you honestly and you were considering what to do. “Tasha, it’s not that I don’t like you, it’s the fact that I don’t think that I can trust you” you decided to be honest because this may be the only way that this could come to an end.

“What? Why won’t you trust me?” She seemed a bit hurt. “Are you being for real? You flirt with every damn girl you meet and why would I think that you want me? Like for real” Natasha was stunned, she thought she made clear that she was really interested in you.

“Listen to me, since the moment I laid my eyes on you I started to fall for you and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable or anything but I really just wanted to be with you. Give me a chance and if after some time you still think I’m not trustable then I’ll leave you alone” she was being sincere, you could hear it, see it in her eyes and her body language. “Fine, take me out” you told her in a challenging way.

Not even 10 minutes later you sat behind her on her bike as she drove you out of town to do for a walk. Bikes used to scare you but somehow you felt safe with her. Most of the time one of her hands was on your leg, her thumb comfortingly stroking over it. On every red light she turned slightly to ask if you were okay.

When you arrived you walked around the small town for two hours before she led you into a small bakery. She led you to a table pulling out the chair for you and kissing your cheek before sitting down herself.

After the fourth weeks it became a tradition to go to this bakery once a week. Sometimes you’d eat there and sometimes you’d just have a small coffee, but anything was great actually as long as you were with the redhead.

This time you walked into the small place to be greeted by a waitress you’ve never seen before. But something you immediately noticed was her staring at your girl. You both sat down and ordered but you pretty soon wanted to leave the room.

The waitress kept flirting with Natasha, who didn’t even seem to notice, the whole time her eyes were on you, asking you how your days were, what you wanted to do for the rest of the day and on and on.

When you left the bakery you attached yourself to the redhead kissing her fiercely. She wrapped her arms around your waist pulling you impossibly closer to her. “What was that for baby?” She asked when you finally pulled away to catch a breath. “For being you, I trust you” you kissed her again before pushing her to her bike. “Come on, I wanna go home and show the rest of the world that you’re mine”

Nearly every night Nat showed the rest of the world that you were hers, she came into your club, mostly sitting at the bar talking to you and telling you that it was only you. Forever only you.

I don’t really like this but hey, I hope you guys enjoy it anyway

#reader insert #marvel #marvel x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #brooooswriting #natasha romanoff x you #marvel x reader

[lewkwoodnco]

my tears ricochet but in the context of locklyle after lucy leaves in thb:

"even on my worst day did I deserve babe all the hell you gave me" -> lockwood being so emotionally stunted didnt know how to work thru his feelings in any way other than distancing himself for lucy through no fault of hers (or his technically)

"I swear I loved you till my dying day" -> even throughout their fight/all the way till she left (and even beyond that) lucy loved lockwood so much despite how cold he was to her and how hurt she felt GIVE MY GIRL A BREAK

"you know I didn't want to have to haunt you" -> lucy and lockwood being irrevocably tied to each other

"I didn't have it in myself to go with grace" -> all the fights with holly where lucy was acting arguably petty/immature but only because she was losing her favourite person to someone else

"and you're the hero flying around, saving face" -> lockwood always wanting to preserve his/the company's reputation, wanting to be the best/the 'hero,' acting distant from lucy cuz he wouldn't confront/accept the reality of their relationship (+ strain from him wishing she wouldnt be so reckless which like LOL pot kettle black etc)

"and if I'm dead to you why are you at the wake?" -> pre aickmere's incident, where lucy was getting more and more desperate but he was still so cold towards her

"cursing my name, wishing I stayed" -> sums up lockwood's complicated/conflicting feelings about lucy SO well, he loves her but also hates her for putting herself in danger and is so scared of being that vulnerable with her UGHH

"cause when I'd fight you used to tell me I was brave" -> this is like all those times when lucy went along w lockwood even when he was being reckless cuz HELL if she was going to let him be reckless alone, and they kind of understood each other on that level the way no one else in the series rlly does like its this sacred mutual recognition thats so special to them, but the "you USED to tell me" indicating how their relationship has disintegrated and how that special bond/ANY kind of special bond btw them is rapidly dissolving. also abt how lucy who has been so tough and strong all alone for so long in her life rlly valued lockwood's support/started to need him (was quite bad off without him in her apartment). ofc she's brave and a part of her knows it, but that warmth of having someone stand by your side to catch u if u fall?? irreplacable

"I can go anywhere I want just not home" -> self-explanatory

"you can aim for my heart go for blood but you would still miss me in your bones" -> references how mean he was towards her but underlying all that was his love and need for her still </3 also, connotation of bones = skeleton = death = the empty grave waiting for him??

"and I still talk to you when I'm screaming at the sky"/"and when you cant sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies" -> lockwood esp is so haunted by lucy after she leaves, 'screaming' referencing lucy's predisposition to get mad rather than sad, lockwood's insomnia like it all just lines up so WELL

"and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves" -> battleships symbolising all the visitors they fought together + maybe even more personal things like helping lockwood process the death of his family, lucy's trauma etc (their shared battles), all of that being left to be eroded by time as if it never existed, as if the thousand tiny moments that made up their relationship never happened

"you turned into your worst fears" -> come off it you know I'd die for you = his number one fear is LOSING LUCY which he does when she leaves. not exactlyyy the same cyz she's still alive but without him there to '''''protect''''' her (he is so that kind of bf) its one step towards this nightmare of his materialising

"tossing out blame, drunk on this pain" -> blaming himself (which is only partially warranted), acting so out of character, becoming even more reckless as he writhes with the pain of losing lucy, becoming more detached from the value of his life etc, almost manic in the haze of his agony

In conclusion, look at how lucy's tears ricochet. thank you for coming to my ted talk

also totally not thinking abt an au where lucy dies after leaving but before she returns because she never stopped loving him even when they were fighting

#the hollow boy spoilers #this lens makes me see the song as sooo devastating rather than angry #like there is an anger to it but its underlined with a grief like i LOVED U man. and now im not there anymore. #no one look at me #i am unwell #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #locklyle #lockwood and co netflix

[heavyhitterheaux]

Put it On The Floor

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by jackharlow, cardib, urbanwyatt, claybornharlow, taylorrooks, angelreese, brandisimmons, normani, theestallion, and 6,912,005 others

y/ninsta: Rip me out the plastic, I been actin brand new 🤭

Put it On The Floor AGAIN, BITCH!

Big Latto and Big Bardi!

MIDNIGHT!

claybornharlow: produced by little baby 😊

y/ninsta: claybornharlow you always come thru for me!

claybornharlow: y/ninsta unlike my sibling

jackharlow: PAUSE claybornharlow what the hell is wrong with your ass?

2forwoyne: WHAT'S HAPPENIN?!?

claybornharlow: jackharlow little baby always wins. woulda thought you learned that by now

jackharlow: claybornharlow not when it comes to this ass whooping you about to get

normani: PRETTY BITCHES ONLY!!!

y/ninsta: jackharlow claybornharlow you two need to go to family counseling, my goodness lmao allthingsy/n: AHHH WE READY QUEEN!

jackharlowsource: might have to change my name to y/nsource lmao the queen has been killing it lately!

theestallion: y/ninsta they'll never learn lol

angelreese: thank you so much for having me!

y/ninsta: angelreese of course bby!

jessicakelce: TRIPLETS WHERE?!?! YALL ABOUT TO EAT THIS SHIT ALL THE WAY UP!

blancahood: somebody go and check on grandma lmao

y/ninsta: blancahood lmao she might need to be hospitalized after this

saweetie: y/ninsta blancahood lmaoooo aye yo

saweetie: I got the prettiest best friend everrrrr

urbanwyatt: oh y/ninsta jackharlow finally let you out the house?

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt no I snuck out and left the triplets with him. jessica and blanca were outside with the car running lmao

jackharlow: had me fighting for my damn life. I'm calling for her ass and next thing I know, I hear tires scraping and they asses flying down the street full of bad decisions and hot chips. just like in high school smh

saweetie: NOT FULL OF HOT CHIPS AND BAD DECISIONS

urbanwyatt: jackharlow not our fault we can handle spicy food and you can't and y/ninsta not you ditching the husband lmaoooo

y/ninsta: jackharlow baby please stop being dramatic. I was gone for less than an hour and they just went to wing stop with me 🙄 urbanwyatt I was coming back!

jackharlow: y/ninsta coulda fooled me the way yall asses was flying down the street! about to make me a single parent and shit

quiiso: jackharlow we woulda helped you with them!

shloob_: quiiso speak for yourself. I'll take the first two, but yall can have Autumn

2forwoyne: shloob_ don't tell me you scared of Autumn just like you scared of her momma lmao

shloob_: 2forwoyne SHE IS LITERALLY A MINI VERSION OF HER THAT LOOKS LIKE JACK. I CANNOT HANDLE IT.

jackharlow: I know our youngest is a little terror but damn lmao

claybornharlow: jackharlow that's funny because when she's with me she is always on her best behavior

y/ninsta: claybornharlow because she adores you lol

claybornharlow: jackharlow you hear that big brother? how your child love me more than you? just like your wife

jackharlow: claybornharlow all I hear is you screaming for mercy as I kick your ass

y/ninsta: CUT IT OUT, YOU TWO! LMAO

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y/ninsta: told them bitches meet me at the top, think they got lost

blancahood: grandma definitely got lost. think we need to buy her walker to catch up?

jessicakelce: blancahood nah, she need one of them motorized wheelchairs lmao

y/ninsta: the both of yall get on my damn nerves lmao

jackharlow: my baby girl 😍

jackharlow: y/ninsta lemme suck on you like you sucking on them wings 😉

urbanwyatt: jackharlow NO, WE ARE NOT HAVING A REPEAT OF WHAT HAPPENED ON THE PLANE TO AUSTRALIA

wingstop: you're in her DM's, we're in her lap

jackharlow: wingstop I'll do you one better, I'm in her mouth 🥰

y/ninsta: JACKMAN THOMAS! PLEASEEEEE

saweetie: jackharlow I CANNOT WITH YOUR ASS

taylorrooks: and this is why yall asses got three kids now smh

y/ninsta: taylorrooks can't help it sis, my man fine lmao

yungskylark: we need to place bets again yall. how long you think before she's pregnant again?

normani: yungskylark 24 hours

claybornharlow: yungskylark 2 weeks and 5 days

druski2funny: yungskylark spoiler alert, she's already pregnant

2forwoyne: yungskylark a year at most and druski2funny y/ninsta is about to kill you for that lmao

y/ninsta: NOT YALL PLACING BETS!

jackharlow: oh lemme join!

jackharlow: at the absolute most there will be a six year difference in between our triplets and the next baby, at the absolute least three years because someone decided to get on birth control

y/ninsta: jackharlow you have super sperm, I couldn't risk it lmao

saweetie: y/ninsta oh swallowing wasn't working out as your birth control anymore?

y/ninsta: saweetie it wasn't! I needed to take more serious measures and druski2funny shut your ass up because I AM NOT PREGNANT AGAIN

druski2funny: y/ninsta YET

y/ninsta: normani imma kick your ass too smh

normani: y/ninsta not my fault I can see the future

dualipa: jackharlow taking you to court for child support once she leaves you for me

claybornharlow: dualipa GET IN THE BACK OF THE FUCKING LINE!

jessicakelce: LMAOOOO HERE THEY ASSES GO!

jackharlow: both of yall can fuck all the way off. only one I might drop off on your porch and speed down the street is Autumn.

y/ninsta: jackharlow yall gonna stop talking about my baby

jackharlow: y/ninsta did she not just stick her lollipop in my hair earlier and laugh and you had to cut it out or was I imagining things?

y/ninsta: jackharlow she went to Harlow baby jail and served her sentence!

jackharlow: y/ninsta and now she's back on the streets terrorizing folks smh

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jackharlow: I swear I'm set for life, she let me get her preg 😏😏

y/ninsta: 🤭🤭🤭

yungskylark: actually surprised it took this long

urbanwyatt: keep in mind the pregnancy scare at 16 lmaoo

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt you are never about to let that go, are you? lmao

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta NOPE

dualipa: jackharlow duh, we needed a sperm donor. thanks Jack, Jack!

saweetie: jackharlow fights for his life every single day on this app lmao

jackharlow: dualipa I better not see you on my door step this weekend

dualipa: jackharlow too late, flight's already booked

jackharlow: dualipa well unbook it, unless you want to meet my flame thrower face to face

y/ninsta: jackharlow baby quit it! allthingsy/n: jackharlow what's your favorite line in the song? jackharlow: allthingsy/n the end lmao allthingsy/n: jackharlow WHY YOU SHADING YOUR WIFE jackharlow: I meant what she says at the end lol y/ninsta: jackharlow you nasty as hell smh jackharlow: y/ninsta you the one who said it not me jackharlowsource: wait what she say? urbandjack25: jackharlowsource it's giving cunt, she playing with her pussy in the booth lmao jackharlow: y/ninsta surprised you didn't call me to take care of that for you y/ninsta: jackharlow come take care of it now!

jackharlow: y/ninsta SHE STARTED IT!

y/ninsta: jackharlow but on a serious note, I love your smile and you look so happy in this pic 🥰

jackharlow: y/ninsta because you rode me less than an hour ago

y/ninsta: jackharlow never mind. I take it back.

jackharlow: y/ninsta just playing, baby! you know you and our little ones can always put a smile on my face.

urbanwyatt: jackharlow Autumn will be the one to give you more gray hair, not a smile on your face

jackharlow: urbanwyatt she's already started smh

jackharlowsource: our parents are really growing up in front of our eyes 😥

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y/ninsta: Ivy, Axel, and Autumn’s momma 😘🥰

saweetie: THE BADDEST TO EVER DO IT!

jackharlow: RIP ME OUT THE PLASTIC!

urbanwyatt: I BEEN ACTIN BRAND NEW

yungskylark: BITCHES ACTIN LIKE THEY RUNNIN SHIT

2forwoyne: THEY REALLY RAN THROUGH

jackharlow: prettiest baby momma that I ever did see 😍

lilnasx: still can't believe you and jackharlow are in charge of three little people lmao

privategarden: lilnasx we can't either lmao

jackharlow: privategarden WHAT?!

privategarden: jackharlow 👀👀👀

y/ninsta: jackharlow aww why thank you 🥰

y/ninsta: lilnasx it's weird lol like they are mini versions of us. LITERALLY.

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta 2fo ate my lunch you made me

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt AGAIN?! 2forwoyne get in here NEOW!

2forwoyne: y/ninsta what the? why do I get blamed for everything?!

yungskylark: 2forwoyne because it's usually you! smh

y/ninsta: okay PG, Sunday dinner at our house. Do not wear any loose jewelry either and 2forwoyne take urby to get some ramen to make up for it

neelamthadhani: y/ninsta what the?

jackharlow: neelamthadhani Autumn's new phase is stealing jewelry and hiding it. my pg ring was lost for a week. it was in her toy chest.

druski2funny: jackharlow yall kids would be bad as shit lmao

jackharlow: y/ninsta's mom told me exactly why too. y/ninsta was HORRIBLE as a toddler 😭😭😭😭

y/ninsta: jackharlow AHT AHT! was not!

jackharlow: y/ninsta mom said otherwise lol biting kids and running smh

y/ninsta: jackharlow she wouldn't leave me alone so I bit her

jessicakelce: NOT BABY Y/N BITING PEOPLE 😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta and that's where your anger issues started lmao

y/ninsta: jackharlow no ragrets, that hoe had it coming

jackharlow: y/ninsta you were literally 3!

y/ninsta: jackharlow I bite you all the time and you don't complain

saweetie: OH

jackharlow: y/ninsta I plead the fifth

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[tadpolesonalgae]

this is gonna be so random but..

thoughts on gwynlain? 🤭

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT

besides the fact that i have the chronic disease that is whenever im presented with popular highly fandom competitive hetero ships i get the irresistible urge to ship the women together just out of lesbian spite.

i think their relationship could be pretty interesting 👀👀 like ur in a rough patch with ur sister whom u had a pretty decent relationship w ur entire life until u both went thru traumatizing events and one day ur sister is hanging out with a pretty red haired girl who coincidentally has a potential Thing going on with the same guy that you also have a potential Thing going on with and she seems to get along with the current version of your sister who's trying to heal from everything that's happened meanwhile everytime u and ur sister have a convo it seems to end in jagged words getting thrown at each other so everything abt pretty red haired girl makes u a bit uncomfortable and weirdly tense But then u realize that pretty red haired girl is also just trying to gain back control in her life after traumatizing events in her life which is exactly what you've been trying to do and-

.......... so yea i have the delusional talent of convincing my brain that any potential tension between two female characters is just groundwork for ✨️ sexual tension ✨️

‘thoughts on gwynlain? 🤭’

Girl I have so many feelings I don’t want to open this can of worms 🫠🥞

‘OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT’

I would never try to silence you on this topic 😌

‘besides the fact that i have the chronic disease that is whenever im presented with popular highly fandom competitive hetero ships i get the irresistible urge to ship the women together just out of lesbian spite.’

Okay, I know almost exactly what you mean but I don’t think it’s a spiteful thing at all? Even in the modern day you don’t get lesbian/gay/queer romance in shows or films as frequently as straight romance (naturally because of heteronormativity so they’ll likely prove to be more appealing to the general public), and that absence was much more obvious in the past? When we would have been growing up too?

Anyway, I think it might just be our way of compensating for the lack of shows that openly show queer relationships through creating our own ships in fanon? So I think it’s a normal thing to think about honestly :)

‘i think their relationship could be pretty interesting 👀👀’

I already liked them before your explanation but now my brain is melting 🫠 I’d already been feeling weirdly sapphic for the past few days and this has just fully launched me into the depths of it 😭 I would love to read a book with those two in but I doubt that’ll happen so I’m holding out for an Emerie book ☹️

And oh my goodness have you seen that gwynlain fanart?? Where they’re baking together??? It makes me so happy (I’m going to try and find it because I know I’ve seen it recently)

‘.......... so yea i have the delusional talent of convincing my brain that any potential tension between two female characters is just groundwork for ✨️ sexual tension ✨️’

I am fully in support of your argument, continue your delusion please 🫠🧡💛

And also I think it’s more productive to have a positive outlook between them rather than a negative one that I think the ship wars have contributed to 🫠

#anons <3 #gwynlain chat

[faghubby]

BECOMING A JOBSITE Slut

My name is Paul, I have become a sissy Cuckold. After Julie, my wife of 16 years caught me wearing her panties. After much discussion and explanation. I confessed I had been crossdressing since I was 11. Julie allowed me to continue openly with my fetish. Buying me my own lingerie to wear. After a few months, Julie confessed that she had an affair. She told me she had trouble seeing me as a manly man. Again we spoke in length about this. She concluded she would Cuckold me. I agreed but set a condition of length of time she could see any one lover. I discovered I loved knowing she was meeting someone. And often helped her get ready for her Date. She made sure I was always at least dressed in panties when she met with a man.

"Paul would you like to wear panties all the time?" Julie asked one day as she got ready to meet one of her lovers. She smiled a little and picked a bra out of my drawer.

"Wear this tonight as well" she told me. I removed my shirt and but it on.

"When I get home, I want you wearing this as well" she pulled out a long satin pink nightie. "I think it's time we expanded your fetish" she informed me. I put on a bulky sweatshirt to hide the bra. She stepped close rubbing against me.

"When was the last time you and I" she asked nibbling on my ear.

"Three months" I let out a low moan.

"You rub yourself thru panties don't you. Hoping to touch me like real men do" she teased me. "If you behave yourself I would be willing to help you with that" she kissed my neck. She finished getting ready and left. Leaving me home with our daughters. We had convinced them that their mom was taking night courses at the community college. Leaving me two sometimes three nights a week with the girls Abby 13 and Keri 15.

I had asked her about men she met. But she never shared any details. As I sat watching TV with our girls Julie sent me a text.

/How do you feel about becoming more feminine?/

/what do you mean?/ I responded

/I thought you might like it if you shaved your legs/

/I don't know what would I tell people if they noticed/ I replied

/that you are a sissy that wears panties/ she told me

/ he is hear I have to go/

The rest of the evening I couldn't get it out of my head. I would love to shave I thought but I couldn't could I? I waited up for Julie. She came home after midnight.

"Did you behave yourself? " She cooed as she slid into bed. Her hands slid over the nightie. She was naked.

"Did you think about what I mentioned ?" She asked. I nodded

"You would like it wouldn't you?" She asked as her hand rubbed my throbbing erection thru the nightie and panties. My fingers slid into her. She was wet and full of cum.

"Lick your fingers, taste him" she told me. I hesitated so she dipped her finger in and pushed it into my mouth.

"I want you to eat his cum out of me" Julie told me moving to sit on my face. As she lowered herself I stuck out my tounge and licked her creampied pussy.

"From now on you will be my lesbian wife when we are in bed." She informed me. She made me clean every drop of cum from her before she got up. I was still hard and throbbing

" You don't get to cum until I see you smooth." She told me. Then she laid next to me. And showed me a video of her sucking a huge black cock. She slept naked rubbing against me. I woke early.

It was Saturday, I went and filled the tub. And soaked I had seen Julie shave her legs dozens of times and followed her example as I started to remove my hair. It took forever but my legs where smooth. I drained the tub. Then refilled it after thinking I looked silly. I shaved NY public hair as well then figured my stomach and chest. As I did Julie came in to pee still naked. She didn't say a word until she was done. Then she took my arm and lifted it applied soap and shaved my pit.

"My sissy husband is going to look so cute" she kissed my cheek.

I shaved my other pit. I rinsed off and got out of the tub. Julie laid out a bra and panties on the bed for me. I slid them on. Julie had me lay next to her on the bed. Then showed me a video of her riding a cock. I watched as the cock slid in and out of her.

"Isn't his cock amazing" she teased as she rubbed me thru my panties. When the video ended she had another with an even bigger cock.

"It's so big, look at how veiny it is. See how much he comes" she teased till I came in my panties. She removed my panties and pushed them into my mouth.

"Sissies love cum, theirs or other mens" she told me. She slid a tiny thong up my legs. I got up and got dressed as she removed the panties from my mouth. I got dressed but when I put on a bulky shirt she stopped me.

"It's way to warm to wear that" and handed me a tee shirt. I could see my bra thru the shirt if I looked close. Julie went to shower. I hid in the bedroom to avoid the girls.

"What are you doing? " Julie asked. As she got out of the shower. She slid on a dress. Without panties or a bra.

"Since you wear them I don't have to" she told me. She then forced me out of the room. The girls were up. I was very nervous would they notice something. Julie was very plawful often grabbing my ass or pinching a nipple. The girls ignored us as usual.

That night Julie crawled into bed naked. Her hands roamed my body.

"How is my little sissy boi?" She teased rubbing my ass. She pulled the back of my thong down and her finger teased my hole.

"You want me to don't you?" She asked pinching my nipple with her other hand. "There is a box on the top shelf of my closet" she told me smacking my ass as I got up to get it.

"No peeking" she sang out. I found it and bought it to her. I crawled back into bed.

"Do you know what's in here?" She asked. I nodded.

"I thought you might, such a bad girl always in my things. I felt her apply lube to my hole. There where several sex toys in that box. I then felt as she pushed something hard against my ass.

"Relax, let him in baby" she told me. Then a burst of pain shot thru me I jumped as the head of her toy had slid into my ass. She held it still and waited.

"Shh relax get used to his size" Julie whimpered. She slowly started to work it in and out. The pain subsided.

"That's it baby, I knew you would like it" she told me. Soon I heard myself moaning.

"That's it faggot fuck yourself on his cock" Julie praised as I released I was pushing back to meet her thrust.

"OH your little pee pee is leaking all over " Julie laughed. As my panties where soaked in cum.

"I want you to buy a chastity cage and lock your little clit up" she told me. As she now thrust the toy in and out in long fast motion

She didn't stop until she had worked every drop of cum out of me.

The next day I ordered a chastity cage. Julie made sure I got the right one. Saying the one I picked was way to big. She also had me order a bigger dildo and a strapon harness. Along with a series of butt plugs that each got larger.

By the end of the week I was locked in a 2 inch cage and wore a pink thong as I left for work. I was aroused constantly but unable to get hard. When I bent over at work and Antony saw my pink thong. He didn't say a word just pushed me into a store room.

"What the fuck" I started.

"Don't start fag" he said. We had been friends for 10 years. Work together hang out together. But now he was pulling my thong up giving me a wedgie.

"I can explain" I started but he just pulled out his cock.

"I am not gay" I tried to tell him but he just pushed me over some boxes. He grabbed some grease from his tool box and quickly lubed hos cock. Then slid it into my smooth well trained ass. He fucked me right there I didn't even try and stop him. After a few minutes he pulled out and shot his load all over my ass. I fixed my pants as he stepped out I waited a few moments then followed. We didn't speak about it. On the way home I debated telling Julia. But as soon as I saw her I confessed to what had happened.

"Did you like being Anthony's bitch? Was he big? Did you suck his cock? She rattled off before I could answer. She then pulled out a douche.

"You need to clean your faggot pussy she told me" smacking my ass sending me to the bathroom she made me use two douche as an enema.

"You need to carry lube so he doesn't use that grease again." She told me. "When you suck his cock you will be better at telling me how big he is" after a shower she led me to bed. I was still naked as she cuddled me close. Her fingers playing with my ass.

"You want me to fuck you?" She asked biting my neck I tried to crawl onto her lap. She just smiled.

"Go get your play box" she told me. I got up and bought her the box. She picked a medium plug and lubed it. Then handed it to me.

"Put it in" she smiled she had always done it but I took the plug and worked it in till it sucked in and settled. As it did I moaned.

She then stood and put on her strapon over her clothes.

"Take it in your mouth, I will teach you how to suck Antony's cock" she said running her hands through my hair. She walked told me to kiss her cock, then lick it how to add saliva so it would slide down my throat. To cradle and suck his balls. And told me that I should swallow. I couldn't take it in my throat yet but Julia let me stop after 45 minutes. My Jaw and throat where sore.

When I got up the next morning Julia had picked out my clothes. She laid out a pink lace thong with a matching bra. And stay up pink stockings. For me to wear under my work clothes. I put everything on and Julia spirtzed me with her perfume.

"Antony will love it" she told me. Handing me a small tube of lube I could fit in my pocket.

"I know " she smiled sensing my hesitation "but I don't want you to say no, I want you to be his little faggot" she told me. And handed me my lunch. She had used her lunch bag it was pink with flowers on it. I frowned. But took it. As soon as I got to work Antony stopped me sitting in my car.

"About yesterday" he started I just stared at the steering wheel.

"I been going through shit with the wife and you" he tried to explain. He seemed shaken by it all. I don't know why but I reached out towards him without even looking and put my hand on his thigh.

His legs spread alittle. I slid my hand up.

"I am not mad about it" I told him still unable to look at him. He moved my hand up his thigh. I felt his cock through his pants. I rubbed him alittle then he got out of the car.

"Cute stockings " he said as he watched me get out of the car and my angels showed. As we went inside he held the door for me and his hand smacked my ass. We worked till break then he followed me to the bathroom pushing me into a stall. I sat on the toilet and fumbled with his belt and zipper. I pulled out his quickly hardening cock. And took it in my mouth. I did everything Julia had showed me. After 5 minutes Antony grabbed my hair and drove his cock down my throat I couldn't breath I couldn't even gag. He fucked my throat as I tried to relax. Then pumped his cum down into my stomach.

I was a mess snot and tears rolling down my face along with the remains of his cum. I tried to clean up as he left. Again he said nothing about it the rest of the day. Till he met me out by my car.

"Does Julia know?" He asked. I nodded. And handed him the small tube of lube.

"She gave me this in case" I mumbled. He just smiled. And led me to his truck he opened the door door me. Then drove me out to the far side of the job. We where far away from everything back behind a huge dirt pile. He pulled out his cock.

"GET OVER HERE AND RIDE THIS THEN" HE TOLD ME LUBING HIS COCK.

I did as he said sitting on his lap cowgirl style. I rode his cock. He wasn't forcing me I was riding him I thought. He filled my ass with cum. Then drove me back to my car. I drove home. Julia was waiting she had a million questions.

"He was thick, thicker then her strapon. And about 6 inches long I told her. That night she had me shave again. And in the morning purple lingerie bit added a pair of her jeans. Antony treated me differently not letting me lift heavy things. Always walking behind me. He fucked me everyday. Sometimes at work other times after. Julia kept encouraging me to do more. After two weeks i didn't even argue when she shaped my eyebrows and applied a little cover up before I went to work. I had not had any type of sex with Julia in that time. She had been seeing someone but she never said a word about him.

I had not known that Julia had started to tell people that I was gay. Until we went to a party one night. I noticed my friends openly flirted with her.

"Cute outfit" one of her friends Maggie said to me smacking my ass. I panicked knowing I was wearing ladies slacks with the zipper on the side. Another friend of mine led my wife away.

"Don't worry sweety, she just needs to get laid" Maggie told me her hand pulling my thong up higher.

"Shhh everybody knows darling. It's ok" she said as I started to panic. Maggie got me another drink then another. I was getting pretty tipsy. MAggie had un buttoned most of my shirt so my black lace bra was on display. I had not even noticed.

"Julia is back" Maggie said turning me around. The smile on her face made me happy.

"Don't you look scrumptious" she giggled her hand reaching under my bra and pinching my nipples.

"I am full of your friends cum, would you like to find a place to eat it all." She whispered then led me upstairs to a bedroom.

"John and Randy both filled me up" she informed me dropping her skirt she wore no panties. And cum had run down her thigh.

I knelt and licked her.

"Is it better then Antony's" she asked me. I didn't answer as a huge glob of cum fell on my tounge. I sucked it all out before she let me stop. Just as I stood the door opened and in walked my boss. He quickly undressed Julia the rest of the way.

"Take off your pants" he told me I did as instructed.

"Now go back to the party " Julia told me as my boss buried his cock into her ass. I hesitated but then did as told I got a lot of cat calls as I went downstairs. Everyone knew for sure I thought. Maggie took me under her wing again bit this time bent me over a table and had fun shoving this up my ass. First a bottle neck but soon people tried all sorts of things. I don't know how long before Julia came and took me home. I ate my bosses cum from her as she drove us home. I got demoted to the tool room after that at work. Often having different guys come down needing their tools cleaned and oiled. I was the jobsite whore. Often wearing a dress to work. And Julia continued to fuck my Boss.

[dietmountaindewbae]

v. am i that girl that you dream of?

alex turner x reader 

word count: 5807 

summary: partnering up with (late eycte) Alex to produce your album has risen feelings, would you let that get in between you?

warnings: smut 

song recommendation: dream within a dream by elysian fields

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After the tour was over, Alex had arranged a meeting with your manager you were the next girl with fresh potential in the music industry, but you were a bit shy to talk with Alex personally, even shyer to record the album with him, but when you met him at a party he was a chatty guy, polite and humble, you thought by his looks he might be someone who could dislike your introverted personality. After the meeting with your manager, he and your co-writer would soon meet at the studio where you worked day and night trying to make the best out of yourself and your album.

"I was on, you were gone by daylight" You sang thru the mic, while a soft guitar played behind you, "I could stay in bed trying to figure you out," Violins, guitars, and a piano, it all made you feel disconnected from everything after the recording stops you saw a figure of a man with big shoulders walking away. You quickly took your headphones off and walked out of the cabin.

"Excellent," James said, "I'll work on the xylophone, and..." He whispered in your ear, "Alex is here don't get nervous you're alright" You nodded your head, and he patted you on your back.

Smoke coming out of his mouth, leaning on the door frame, leg over the other, he watched the sunset behind the Hollywood sign, "Really pretty isn't it?" He asked, and you nodded, "You don't talk much, huh?" You said no with your head.

"Not a very big fan of talking," You said.

"You have a really pretty voice, I could fall asleep listening to it" For a minute you thought he was criticizing your work, probably because it was boring and he could fall asleep while listening to your album because maybe it wasn't good enough. You walked away and went inside the recording cabin, he saw you leaving and walked behind you throwing his cigarette away and stepping on it.

"Hey, James can we pause the xylophone for a bit and keep recording?" You wanted to proof Alex that the time he would spend here helping you, he wouldn't regret it. So you sang the whole song in one take with your eyes closed, giving your best, sometime dancing around, moving your hips, trying to imagine he wasn't here so you could feel less pressure but his eyes were on you the whole time and you could feel it. When you went outside the cabin James clapped and gave you a high five.

"Flawless, you did good there," Alex said, James grabbed his things and began to head out of the studio, he hugged Al goodbye and kissed you on the cheek.

"I expect to hear from both of you soon aye" You waved James goodbye, he had to leave to work on yet another album with another band, so you were only left with Alex now, and that beautiful sunset you admired for a while, lovely shades of yellow and red, with some pink colors here and there, it was magical, wind on your hair, some stars showing on the sky, you were amused by them, next moment when you turned around Al was recording you with his film camera, he smiled, one eye on the mirror the other one closed like a total expert.

"And cut!" He giggled, "This is good material for a small trailer, introducing Am I The Girl That You Dream Of, great song name by the way," He looped his arm around you.

"Oh... thanks I work hard on it" Next moment your phone began to ring, and you rushed to it, "Hello?" Your manager was on the other side of the phone, and she asked if that gig at the bar was still on, it was at 9 so you had to get ready before that to set up everything, but James was gone so you had no one else to help you, you could play your part but you froze, sometimes forgot the chords or the lyrics, "Yeah I'll be there in a few, bye see ya" You hung up, your hand hit your forehead.

"Everything alright?" He asked, putting his camera aside.

"Yeah, is just I got a gig and I need a guitarist" You scratched the back of your head.

"Why? You're good at it"

"I just freeze sometimes, and I guess I'm also used to playing with more people, all eyes on me I just feel loads of pressure" You confessed, eyes down, and he raised your chin.

"Is alright, that used to happen to me, I can do the guitar, is the tambourine good for you?"

"I'll do it" He gave you confidence when he smiled, and you began to tidy up the place, him by your side so you both finished very fast, Al was very organized, and at the same time you both chatted for a while, he told you some stories from when he was recording his first album with the monkeys, and you told him how you felt about this new experience, time went fast and it was almost about to be time.

"We drop by your place or mine?" He asked.

"Um... my place, I haven't showered today, I'm always in a hurry" He chuckled, and walked closer to you, "What? Do I smell?" Fuck.

"Not at all, you smell pretty good to me" You both chuckled, and he opened the door for you, you turned your car on and put on your belt, and he jumped in as well, "Your car smells good too" You laughed, pulling out of the parking load, he turned on the radio, Mazzy Star playing on your stereo.

"You're a ghost on the highway, and I'll love you forever" You sang above Mazzy's voice, "Ghost on the highway, and I'll love you forever" Alex lighted a cig.

"Been a while since I heard that song, mind if I turn it up a bit?"

"Sure, sure" You drove down the streets of LA, down to your apartment, Alex kept looking at your playlist complimenting your music, both of you had a common sense of style and music taste, there was a moment when The Smiths played How Soon Is Now? and you both dug on that tremolo sound on the beginning of the song, both singing your heart out until you got home.

"I won't take long, make yourself at home" You dropped your keys on the kitchen counter, and headed towards your room, it was unbelievable the amount of fun you had with him. When you first saw him he was like a shiny cowboy with that black jacket, and his boots, for a moment you forgot he was a human.

Alex was amazed by the amount of stuff you had in your apartment, you had a huge shelf filled with books and different types of vinyl, posters with zodiac signs, art you painted, and Polaroids framed with your friends, on the top of your kitchen counter there were fake roses tied into the lamps, there was a small corner where he saw your guitars, and a tambourine, your computer had stickers of hearts, and small kisses, and a cactus, he was thinking about your mind, how dreamy it was, it was like you had another meaning for everything. He stared at a picture of you and your mom, sitting on the beach building a sand castle, and you had some funny sunglasses, there was another of you sitting on your sister's lap playing your guitar, he admired all of those pictures in silence, giggling, and smiling, since little he could tell you were extraordinary.

When you hopped out of the shower, you could hear him chuckle, and a soft melody playing as well, what could he be laughing about? You opened your closet quickly taking out some clothes, and when you come out of your room Alex laughed even harder.

"What are you laughing about, Al?" He pointed your head, and you still had your towel on, "Ah, shit" You took it off and laughed.

"You were a really cute girl...still are" He showed you the picture of you and your mom building that sand castle, "Look at you," He gave you the frame, "I'm gonna call you sandy now, like Sponge Bob, or Alice, cause you live in wonderland"

"Ah! Wonderful" You said with sarcasm, "Well I'm almost ready I'll just do my makeup, and we're done" You glanced at your clock, you still had an hour and a half to get ready, in 15 minutes you could do it, so you grabbed your bag and your mirror put it on your kitchen counter and turned on the white light, "There's better light here anyways," You pulled out a chair and began to work, first you grabbed a pair of tweezers to fix your eyebrows a bit, sometimes pulled a piece of flesh on accident, but you tried to get those little hairs out, Alex hissed and sat on the counter table.

"That doesn't hurt for you?" You said no with your head, "You're pulling your skin off" It was a bit red, he was kind of right but a bit of makeup on that area will make it brand new.

"I mean... once you get used to it, is alright"

"Do mine," He said.

"What?"

"Yeah, plug them... just a bit," He said, stopping you for a moment, you went closer to his face, grabbing his chin to get a better look at the places you had to take out the hairs, and he forced his eyes shut scrunching his face.

"If you keep forcing your eyes shut it will hurt more, relax," You said, he still had his eyes closed, and you could see a little scar on his eyebrow that you touched with your thumb, you focused and pulled just one.

"Ouch!" He exclaimed, "Bloody hell! you're a lair!" He groaned and scratched his brow, you exploded in laughter.

"I didn't even pull it out!" You said between laughs.

"Don't even try again, you're gonna pull me whole eyebrow off" He chuckled, and you kept plugging your eyebrows off, humming the song, "I don't even get it, how are you so at peace by doing that, woman?"

"Experience man, just experience" When you finished, you began to lather up your face, Alex watched you in awe as you did it, still humming to the music, it was Leonard Cohen, Chelsea Hotel #2, you were almost ready you didn't do much to your face, just some concealer, blush, a bit of natural color for your eye, a cat eye, mascara, blush, and bold lip so it could all piled up together, next moment when you turned around Al was filming you with his camera.

"Can't help myself, love, you have the face for a movie, you know like one of those little indie films" You laughed and said no with your head, applying lipstick.

"Can you stop for a bit? I'm trying to focus"

"I can't I'm in the middle of making you the next Hollywood star, you will thank me when you see your name on the walk of fame" In a blink of an eye Alex had a red lipstick stain on the corner of his lip, "Yeh didn't!" He gasped with loads of drama.

"Come here cowboy, I'm gonna make you look pretty!" You teased him, and he jumped out of your counter and began to run around your apartment, you had your lipstick on hand running around in circles behind him.

"I'm being chased by this evil woman, she has a dangerous arm she calls "lipstick" she keeps saying she's gonna make me look pretty but-" You were trying to catch him on the couch, but you ended up going on circles all over it, he was falsely going left to right like he was playing some basketball game, trying to fool his rival, "I have my suspicions" You ended up running faster, and hoped on his back, "No! She trapped me!" He yelled.

"Now smile" You sang, you painted clown makeup on his lips while he kept saying no over and over again, "Brava! Beautiful!"

"I've been defeated by the girl in sandals, send help," He said, you both chuckled panting for air, he dropped you on the couch making you giggle.

"Let's get this off you now" You grabbed a makeup wipe from your bag, he grasped your disposable camera from the side table and began to take pictures of himself making the funniest faces ever, sticking his tongue out, smiling wide.

"Come 'ere, let's get some pictures for the momentum" You stuck your tongue out and so did he, you made little horns behind his head, he grabbed your cheeks squished them together, and gave you a kiss on the cheek, you gasped and now it was your turn to fill his face with red kisses, he kept taking more and more pictures, until finally, he stopped, "I think that's a wrap!" He giggled, "Now get this off me" You smacked your lips together.

"Two more, okay?" He said no again, but you pushed him to the couch and straddle him with your legs, he laughed with a defeated smile, and you took a picture, "Amazing!" He stared at you, admiring your smile, he patted your hips and gently sat up, "Another one" He smiled, and this time he put the back of his hand on his forehead, and parted his lips, leaning back, he was so dramatic, "Fantastic", you were about to get up but he sat you back down hugging your waist.

"Two more, it's revenge time, come 'ere" He hugged you close to him, his arms just below your breasts just to take you closer to him, his cheek squished to yours, he took a picture, and another one with you sticking your tongue out and your eyes together, and him smiling like a little kid, and lastly your favorite one of you looking at each other smiling brightly, he put the camera down and stared at you, still chuckling, "I-" Your phone rang making you both jump up, it was your manager.

"Fuck! we gotta go, we have..." You glanced at your clock, " Less than ten minutes!" Alex grabbed your guitar case, the tambourine, and your pedal case, you grabbed your keys and put the makeup wipes in, taking Alex's camera with you, and your phone, and you quickly checked yourself out before you left fixing your lipstick.

"Ready?"

"I look good?" He stared at you up and down, you had a yellow dress patterned with red and maroon roses, black boots with white socks, and half of your hair lazily tied with a red bow.

"Beautiful" He opened the door for you, and you grabbed the guitar case to help him out, both of you rushed to your car and drove to the bar, whipping your lipstick off his face, once you were in, the first thing you did was to look for your manager, she was talking to someone close to the stage, and your manager turned around to look at you, she was visibly furious but when she saw Alex she changed her mood.

"Alex" She sounded so pumped about it, but tried to stay cool giving him a friendly smile and a hug, "It's good to see you around here" Alex hugged her back giving her a light kiss on the cheek, "I see you're gonna play together that'll be excellent"

"Yeah, sorry for being late" She waved it off, smiling at both of you.

"Being a little late is nothing, the show is what matters but don't be late again" She warned you with a serious face, "Good luck now," She directed you to the small stage in the bar, and you stepped forward to the mic, introduced yourself to the people in the bar, they didn't pay much attention to you, your manager had lured you into playing this gig just to get some press, and the image of your fresh new sound for the youth, but the thing was you didn't like this feeling, all the pressure, the expectations, it made you feel repelled. Alex began to play the guitar and you tried to focus on something else while you sang, tried to focus on the melody and the words that came out of your mouth, with a white light focusing on you, you forgot where you were, who you were standing in front of, you were enveloped by the music, almost in a trance, on a dream.

Suddenly the music ended, and the show was over, the people in the bar clapped, and you glanced at Alex and smiled, he applauded you and hugged you from the side, "Thank you, have a lovely night everybody" You stepped down, your manager padded your shoulder.

"You did really good for your first time" You smiled and hugged her, "Well, I gotta go now, see ya" You waved her goodbye, she always had somewhere to go she didn't stay for much just like you expected, you turned and Al had the biggest grin on his lips.

"First time?" His arms crossed, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms as well, "Drinks are on me" He wrapped his arm around you, and pulled out a chair for you from the countertop, he ordered some margaritas for you and him.

"Yeah, I had the chance before when I send the demos but I kinda bitched out, I wasn't ready, I was gonna open up for a band but it was a huge crowd, and I don't do well with 'em" You confessed.

"For your first time, you were excellent love, really," Your cheeks blushed a little bit at his comment.

"Now tell me something about you" You crossed your arms on the table leaning closer to him, and he sat back and chuckled.

"I used to work in a pub like this on Sheffield, when I was younger, the owner let us play a few gigs in that bar, but now that we're talking 'bout first times, I was shitting meself" You almost spat your drink, a choked laugh coming out of your mouth, "I mean it!, in this pub called The Grapes, there it was...me first time"

"What kind of first time?" You joked, and he came forward laughing, you sipped your margarita and kept listening to him.

"A different time of first time, see.... me and the guys we would spend so much time practicing and all, at first I didn't wanna be the lead singer but, in the end, I had to do it, I guess I was very insecure about me voice, and I didn't know what to do while on stage, do I just stand there like a robot playing the guitar or do I just dance or summat like that"

"You just let go, be free" You giggled about how obvious that answer is, "I know it sounds like a cliché though"

"But it's true, isn't it?" You nodded, "For some people, it's hard though, so this one goes to being free and having fun" He raised his glass in the air, and you did the same.

"And for making an amazing duo" You added, "Cheers"

"That's right, cheers" You smiled and had a sip of your drink, couple of hours later, more margaritas came by, and you found yourself laughing so loudly at everything that Alex said, you couldn't believe how afraid you felt when you first met him on the studio, he's a humble man, with a great sense of humor, you easily centered your whole attention on his voice, how everything he said was almost like a song, the way his tongue rolled the words that came out of his mouth, how he was passionate about everything he would talk to you about, and he liked the pink color of your cheeks, your scarlet red lips, and your eyes that dilate each time you looked at him, you had that look in your eyes that could easily break his heart into a million pieces, you were his dream girl, some kind of girl he thought his eyes would never come across to again, he didn't want to go home after this, he wanted to stay with you.

"I can't believe you and Matt did that!"

"Our folks almost caught us though, but it was a thrill to say so the least" You smiled at him for a bit, until you looked down at your table, your fingertips touching his, and that small rose of your fingers made your cheeks blush, shortly the bartender interrupted that moment.

"Can I get you anything else?" He asked, you glanced at his arm which was inked and filled with tattoos, a septum piercing on his nose, his hair was long and his eyes a deep blue, Al stared at the man jealous because your eyes were on him, he ordered two margaritas again, and the man left, you followed him with your eyes.

"See summat you like?" He snapped you out.

"Now I do" Maybe it was all the margaritas you had that made you say that but it was true, "I'm just intrigued by all of his tattoos, you know? I wanna know what they mean to him, cause for me a naked girl tattooed on his skin is very straightforward"

"Maybe he likes his women like that," He said, you gasped and giggled.

"And you?"

"I like to leave 'em in a little something" He whispered, your cheeks blushed darker you crossed your legs together trying not to smile, "If I'm honest, I don't want this night to be over, why don't we keep it going?"

"Your place or mine?" You said without a doubt.

"Yours obviously" He stood up and gave you his hand, you jumped out of your sit remembering how tall he was, or how small you were.

"You really like my place, don't you?" You packed up your guitar while he unplugged the amps, he smirked and handed you the tambourine.

"Your place is like wonderland, and I would like to visit it again" You giggled closing up your case, he grab it for you and dropped your stuff in the back of your car.

"Before we go, I think we might need to get some stuff from the supermarket to get loaded" Or properly shitfaced.

Speeding down the white halls of the store, you found yourself grasping the shopping cart tightly while Al ran to get tequila and triple sec for more margaritas, both of you were starving and everything you saw you wanted to get, when you finally got to the cash register the old lady with fluffy hair giggled at you, your hair was wild after all of those spins you had in the shopping cart, you smiled at Alex, finally you left the store with four huge bags full of chips, booze, sweets, limes, frozen chicken nuggets, and curly fries.

"What a ride!" Your head was still spinning, you tried to stand up to get out of the card but Al threw you over his shoulder like a potato sack, and spun you around, "Alex!" You begged him in laughter until he put you back on the ground but you fell over laughing so hard it made your stomach hurt.

"Are you alright?" He gave you his hand but you pulled him and he fell to the ground next to you, he looked into your eyes, "You're really beautiful" He said.

"With this hair and everything?"

"With the wild hair and everything" He ran his fingers thru it, "Let's go home, yeah?" You whispered a yes, and he pulled you up from the ground, and you drove home together, singing every song that was on the radio until you got home huddling to your apartment, you threw everything on your counter top, while you went to your room and changed into something more comfortable some denim shorts and a black shirt, when you came back you saw Al making the margaritas singing The Stooges, pouring the mixture in two cups, you grabbed your acoustic guitar and played some random chords, fooling around.

"That sounds really lovely" He put the cup down on your coffee table and he drank from his margarita as you played the same chords over and over again mumbling some words, he grabbed your tambourine and played along with you, and you changed the strumming and began to fingerpick the strings, your eyes set on that picture that Al saw before you played the gig, you remembered how warm the water was that day on the beach, so you used that for inspiration.

"I want to love a boy the way I love the ocean," You thought for a moment about the next words, "Wish I was not afraid of all I have that's broken" And then Alex hummed the melody you began.

"I know I must behave to contain all my emotions"

"But I want to love a boy"

"The way I love the ocean" Both of you chuckled after the song finished, you kept the same fingerpicking.

"We could do summat with that together" He, for the first time looked down at the floor and not your eyes, he looked a bit shy, you put everything back in place and sat down on the couch again.

"What was that?" You asked a bit impressed.

"What?"

"You looking down on the floor?" He chuckled, his cheeks blushing.

"Sorry is just, that I wanted to..." He scratched the back of his head, you noticed he did that whenever he was nervous, he licked his lips and bit the bottom one, you understood what it was, and you also wanted to, very badly, and with the number of margaritas you had you said fuck it all, your hands cupped his cheeks and you pecked his lips very gently, lingering for a bit, his lips parted yours his tongue slipping inside your mouth taking over you, your fingers ran down his hair pulling it, you went further down letting them run down to his chest, you pulled away for a moment and smiled at him brightly.

"Is this what you wanted?" You grinned, he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, "Or do you want something more, Al?" He pressed his lips on your neck, his hands going down to your hips, you wanted it too, so badly, since his mouth had kissed yours it made you feel those tingles in the pit of your stomach, you were hungry for more.

"Lay down for me" He crawled on top of you, and you kept kissing his lips until your head hit the pillow on your couch, he undid the button of your shorts and helped you shimmy out of them, "Do you remember what I like?"

"I dunno maybe remind me of it" You teased him, he took your shirt off and unclasped your bra with one swift move.

"I like to leave me girl in a little something...but for you, I can make an exception" He left a trail of kisses down to your belly, parting your legs his fingers began to tease you dragging your underwear down, he loved every curve of your body, the roundness of your chest, and your thighs, he couldn't believe he had laid his eyes in such a beautiful girl, dragging down your underwear he pushed your knees up and dug his face between your thighs, he didn't want to use his fingers this time though, he wanted to taste you, his lips sucked your sensitive spot and his tongue licked your walls going in circles on your clit, you were already writhing feeling the need to be touched more, your fingers formed into claws that pulled his hair.

"More, please," His tongue lapped in fast circles that made your legs quiver, "Fuck that's... oh my fucking-" He pushed his tongue inside, and your hand went down but he grabbed your wrist and put it down.

"If you want me to touch you just ask babe, okay? Anything you need" His tenderness made you smile and chuckle, he crawled back up to peck your lips softly, "Tell me what you need" Your hand went down, lightly brushing his hard cock, "That?" His hips bucked forward, and you felt him hard against your thigh.

"Y-Yes" You whispered, you were eager for it, you filled his neck with kisses gently flipping him so you could get on top, you helped him to unbuckle his belt, but it made you giggle how difficult it was for him to get out of those skin tight jeans, "Need a hand?"

"No, I'm... yes I do" Both of you giggled together, and you pushed them down as best as you could to his thighs, "I need to stop wearing those"

"Nah, they fit you very well" You stated.

"I've heard they make me bum look what was the word..." He stared into your eyes, for a good moment trying to find the answer, but you already knew it.

"Juicy?"

"So you've been looking at it!" He made your cheeks turn red, and you felt so guilty but at the same time how could you resist if he keeps dancing like that?

"Once!" His eyebrow raised, your eyes rolled and you chuckled, "Okay, two times... but that's it" He stared at you once more, his eyes were lost in yours for a moment, you bit your lower lip and slowly let it go, maybe it was bad that you did, "I'm sorry" He grabbed the back of your head, your forehead against his.

"Just shut up and kiss me" And that's what you did, your lips against his, you tasted that bitter and sweet flavor of the margaritas and cigarettes he smoked, but they tasted like heaven on earth, around, between, forward, and back, your lips never got tired, your tongue didn't get enough of his taste, "I'm sorry if I'm hurrying things up I-"

"Shut up Al" He liked it when you called him Al, he loved that spark of cockiness you had, it was so cute to him, he wanted to show you how much he wanted you, he wanted to make you feel so good it was his duty now, he pushed his cock out and rubbed it against your sensitive spot, a moan escaped your lips to his, and when he pushed himself inside you your body shivered, "Alex.." You breathed out, and your hips began to move slowly forward and back, a moan escaped his lips, and he pulled you closer to him, your chest against prest his, you went slow at first but when you felt more confident you began to increase the pase a little bit.

"You feel so good, so tight and warm" He groaned, you gasped when you felt him deeper, touching that spot that made your walls contract, he grinds your hips harder and harder each time, and his breathing got heavier as he felt closer, "You're driving me crazy, doll,"

"Al, I'm close" He moved your hips faster against yours, your tits bouncing and hardening when you felt goosebumps crawling up from your lower back, Al hit the spot once more your eyes rolled back when you felt it, it was so close now.

"Give me everything love" One more thrust, and that was it for you, and as well as him, he pulled out of you just in time, you watched him give his cock a few thugs until he came on your inner thigh, he seemed lost for a moment, his breathing so fast he was panting, he looked up at you and smiled, and when he looked down he immediately went back from his trance, "Wait here, let's get you cleaned up" He kissed your cheek and lightly turned on his back to rest you in the couch, kicking out of his jeans he quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed a few paper towels, he whipped off his release from your thigh and threw it away on the trash bin, when he finally got to you he sat next to you, "How do you feel?"

"Tired," A yawn escaped your lips.

"Bedtime, babe" He carried you bridal style to your room with no struggle, laying down in bed and covering you up with your sheets, he cuddled right next to you, "Sweet dreams, darling" Your head rested on his chest, feeling his calm heartbeat slowly as he got relaxed under your skin.

"Sweet dreams to you too, Al" You pecked his lips one last time before you went to sleep, he smiled and cuddled closer to you.

The next morning you woke up smiling, but it turned around when you didn't feel his arms around you, you flipped the blanket and he wasn't there, you felt he might've regretted last night, maybe it was wrong for you to kiss him in the first place, you walked out of your room more disappointed than ever the door slammed on accident, and that's when you saw him, on his same grey underwear cooking God knows what but it smelled amazing.

He turned on his back and smirked, "Good morning to you too" He looked at you up and down, and you noticed you didn't have anything on, you were completely naked, he went up to hug you and stared at your face for a moment, "What's wrong, babe?"

"I just thought you had... left"

"I would never do that" He caressed your cheek with his thumb, "And for the record, you won't get me to go that easily" A smile crawled to your lips, and he smiled back pecking your lips, you quickly changed the subject to distract both of you for a second.

"What are you making, Al? Smells good" God, he was just like a happy meal, the prettiest, British happy meal ever.

"I'm making eggs, sausage, pancakes, and some beans... and also you're a blessing" You stole one of the sausages that were already cooked and served on a plate.

"Why?" You said with your mouth full.

"Cause you have Heinz beans, and the best pancake mix ever" You broke into laughter, almost choking on your food.

"I can't believe you woke up and did all of this" You turned and also saw fresh coffee in the pot, you poured him and yourself a cup.

"I'm capable of eating this all by myself, when I wake up hungry I just cook everything that I see on the fridge" You truly believed him, like actually, you could expect that from him, but you didn't expect he was also a very tidy man, you could use that on a daily basis.

"Did you have a good night sleep?"

"I dreamed about you," He said with a smile, "Very sweet dreams I'd say" You couldn't believe how this man could make you blush so hard, and just with a few words.

"Wanna tell me about it?"

"How about I show you" He quickly turned everything off and carried you back to bed, both of you giggling.

A/N

Hope you enjoyed! and be prepared for the next chapter ladies and gentlemen…

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BURN THE MEMOIR — CUTE BARISTA

CHAPTER SUMMARY. Jake Sim skipped his violin lessons to hang out with his friends, and they suggested going to Starbucks. However, he doesn't know how to order a drink at Starbucks. But when he saw this cute barista, he couldn't stop stuttering and making up a weird combination of a latte. When the barista asked for his name, he thought she was making a move. So, he gave his number instead!  After that horrible memory of his, he continued his journey as an idol. However, things turned sideways when that cute barista was a senior of him AND SAME LABELS. Will he continue to embarrass himself? Will he grow some balls?

pairings. pre-debut jake (for now until chap 4?) x pre-debut fem! yn

The cold air of the air conditioner engulfs jake's figure as he feels refreshed from it. His golden-brown eyes were fixed on the cafe; The cafe only has a few customers and mostly drive-thru.

"Why are you even here? " Jake asked them as he slightly pushed Vince's shoulder (Vince a.k.a. the science addict and Arthur's neighbor) " To relax, duh, " Vince said sarcastically while rolling his eyes, and Arthur's laugh echoed at the cafe making a few side eyes from them.

" Shut up! " Jake whispered while he sat, as he looked at the man whose side-eyeing and bowed his head for an apology which the man reacted by huffing and doing his business.

" Jake, Can you order us some matcha lattes? " Vince pleads while making puppy dog eyes makes Arthur fake barf, and Jake rolls his eyes out.

" Why me? You can order that yourself and order me a chocolate chip latte. " Jake asked ignoring his friend's request as he looked at the menu. " Bro, you never ordered by yourself. I want my child to learn baby steps. " Vince smiled giddily making his dimples show and took his phone as he tried to distract himself. Arthur laughed while agreeing with Vince as he updated his girlfriend.

" Fine, just matcha latte, right? " Jake asked while he went to the counter and his friends said yes. He doesn't feel any nervousness; he's just going to order a latte, that's it. There is nothing to worry about right?

But his eyes are fixated on the ground as his hands reach for his pocket to get his wallet as he hears such a sickening lovely voice. He looked up at the cashier welcoming him.

" Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get started for you today? " She smiled at me while greeting me. He doesn't know what to say right now. He might be corny, he have never seen such a beautiful girl before maybe he did see some other pretty girls but never felt this way by looking at him. 

" Uh, 3 pumpkin spice lattes, please… " Jake asked in a soft tone as his posture straightened, trying to make himself more presentable. He forgot what he was supposed to say as the cashier hummed in and replied, " How tall do you want your drink, sir? " While her fingers typed his order, " the tallest one. " The cashier looked at him and nodded in reply.

He noticed the subtle glance of the girl and he thought nothing of it until " What is your name sir? " He felt his brain pause for a second.

My name? Name. Oh OH, IS SHE!? there is no way like NO NO NAURRR. I mean I'm kinda handsome not too much just average BUT STILL, IS THIS MY TIME?

he thought while he took a small piece of paper from his pocket and wrote his number and name, the cashier looked in confusion when the boy suddenly wrote something near the cashier's table.

" Here. " Jake gave the folded piece of paper from the girl and gladly took it from him as she opened it making her smile widely and cough. " Wow, Well thank you for making my day, Jake. But, I wasn't asking for your number just your name so I can put your name on your drink. "

He felt so embarrassed and nodded, he looked at his friends and saw them trying not to laugh out loud while smacking each other in laughter, he felt his face turns hot and placed the cash on the counter. Not looking at the girl waiting for his receipt and when he got it. He walked fastly to their table and sat in utter silence.

NOTE! FIRST CHAP IS HERE &lt;33

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[povwatcher]

Jeremiah and Y/n Enemies to Lovers

First story please be kind! Hope you enjoy! This does contain mentions of alcohol and kissing.

I had been going to Cousins for years and it was nothing new to me so I assumed that everything would be how it was last summer. Belly and I were best friends, but so are Conrad and I. Then there was Jeremiah, I hated him. Not in a I hate you way, but in a he flirts too much with other people and he is to touchy and smirky. I loved him but were too jealous and mad to mention anything because he hated me too.

I arrived in Cousins excited and ready for summer to begin. As I exited the car I saw Belly and her family pull up behind me. I always went to Cousins alone because my whole family was busy with other things and since I could drive now it was not a problem, before Sussanah or Conrad would pick me up.

Jeremiah, Conrad, and Sussanah hurried out of the house. Jeremiah greeting Steven, Sussanah greeting Laurel, and Belly ran out and pulled me into an eager hug. People moved around greeting each other, Jeremiah and I purposely avoiding each other. Soon Steven was unpacking bags while Belly greeted Jeremiah and I greeted Con with a hug, jumping up as he spun me. I saw Jeremiah stare annoyed at us as we spun.

After everyone got reacquainted with the others we walked in the house. Conrad carried in my bags, not to my surprise I packed lighter than the rest of the girls. My room was always in between Conrad and Jeremiah's room. I started unpacking my bag as Conrad sat on my bed. It was a tradition for us to reconnect and catch up while I unpacked. We talked about our breakdowns, break ups, his hook ups, and his crush on Belly that was so obvious to me. We talked about it all even the fact his mom's cancer had come back. We both cried when he told me, but we comforted each other. Learning that I needed to keep it to myself was hard but we agreed that we would say anything.

The first party of the summer came around...

Belly and I got ready together, she wore a small baby pink dress and I decided to wear a white crop top with a blue flowy skirt. Conrad and I agreed that we were going to be drinking buddies tonight and Jeremiah said he would be the designated driver for the night.

I arrived at the party ready to drink, but as soon as I grabbed a drink I realized Conrad wasn't behind me so I looked around the beach. I saw Conrad and Belly farther down the beach and decided to leave them alone. I was still determined to get drunk tonight, so cup after cup I downed until could hardly hold myself up.

Suddenly I felt someone's arm wrap around my waist. "Hey" some random guy said, clearly also drunk as I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "You want to head upstairs?" he continued. "No thanks, I'm good." I reply. "No, lets go upstairs." he says now pulling me.

"Get your hands off of her." I suddenly hear. I turn to see Jeremiah pulling him off of me clearly angry. "No, she is coming with me." the strangers answered. "No she is no she is coming with me."

Jeremiah pulled me away and we headed to the door. I got out of his grasp and went to grab another cup of beer. "No Y/n you are already drunk." "But I want more." I whined. "Come on Y/n I am going to take you home you are drunk. I come back and get the others later." Jeremiah said this time kinder. "Fine." I said as he helped me into the car.

"I'm hungry." I whined as he drove me to the house. "Ok, is McDonalds okay?" he asked. I nodded in reply as he pulled the car into the drive-thru.

"What can I get for you?" the worker asked. I was about to reply with my normal snack order when Jeremiah said it instead. "One medium fry and an Oreo Mcflurry please." I reached for my wallet when I was interrupted by Jeremiah again. "No Y/n this in on me." I nodded again too tired to argue.

We continued the drive back to the house while I ate my snacks with Jeremiah stealing a few of my fries. We pulled into the driveway and he opened my door. I tried to get out but i fell but thankfully Jeremiah caught me. "Let me." he said softly as he picked me up bridal style. I nestled into his chest too tired to do anything else.

He carried me up to my room and tucked me in as I closed my eyes. As he headed towards the door I asked "How did you know my McDonalds order?" "I pay attention." is all he answered. "Wait, why did you save me from that guy?" I questioned. "Because you needed help, you are friends with my family, and you are mine." he replied before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

It didn't take long for me to fall into a deep sleep.

I didn't awaken until the sun was shining through my windows. I pulled a pillow over my head, but it was too late. I was awake and there was no way I would be able to fall asleep again. So I slowly got out of bed feeling super nauseous as I pulled on some sweatpants and a hoodie.

I headed down the stairs feeling the huge hangover. The others that were at the party were still asleep so I made my way to the kitchen and found a packet of the good muffins. I immediately pulled the wrapper off one and took a bite closing my eyes as I savored the taste.

Sussanah and Laurel walked in as I opened my eyes. "Here you will need this." Susannah said handing me some aspirin. "Thanks!" I said downing two of them. "Where is Jeremiah?" I asked needing to ask about what he said last night. "He is at work." Susannah said. "Ok thanks." I simply say.

After the muffin I went upstairs changing into a midnight blue one-piece swimsuit. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already around 12. I headed back downstairs going outside by the pool. I started with just putting my feet in the water before I jumped in fully submerged. I swam around for a half-hour before diving back underwater. Suddenly I heard a noise and opened my eyes underwater to see Jeremiah staring back at me.

"You're back." I said simply. "Yeah I am." he replied. "My mom said you wanted to know where I was." he asked. "Yeah, what did you mean last night when you said I am yours?" I asked nervously. He swam closer to me grabbing my hands. "I know you hate me, but is there a chance you could change?" he questioned staring into my eyes. "I never hated you, I was jealous of how touchy, flirty, and close with everyone. I thought you would never love me so pretending to hate you was easier." I admitted embarrassed. He smiled moving our bodies even closer together.

"Well then I guess it is a good thing that I love you too!" he said with a huge smirk on his face. "Wait really!" I gasped. "Yeah, why would I lie?" he asked. "Oh shut up." I said kind of teasingly. I ran my fingers through his hair pulling at some of the curls. I then moved one of my hands done to his cheek moving our faces closer.

I slowly closed my eyes as he connected our lips together. Our lips moved in sink as he tapped on my thighs signaling me to jump. I did and he caught me making me wrap my legs around his waist. He deepened the kiss as he lifted me in the air.

We slowly separated both of us gasping for air. "What now?" I ask. "I don't want to just go back to being enemies." I continued. "I don't want to do that either, so do you want to be my girlfriend?" he responded. "Yes, a million times yes!" I said excited as I kissed him again.

And this is how this story ends as girlfriend and boyfriend!

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[dyketennant]

not to get sentimental about humanity or whatever but actually yeah there is good out there guys. i promise you i promise you there is so much good. look here is my list:

when i was a really little kid i cried after losing a carnival game (obviously i was 4 so i sucked at it) and the pre-teen age boy who won gave me his prize. i'm pretty sure i still have it somewhere 15+ years later.

one time i was crying on the train and the woman across from me gave me a snack from her bag; i tried to wish her a good day as she got off at her stop and was worried she didn't hear me, but the woman next to me reassured me she had without me ever asking.

when i had a meltdown at the hozier concert because my $40 t-shirt was stolen, someone behind me who was about my age gave me a fidget toy, and when i tried to return it they told me i could keep it (i still use it often, it's one of my favorites).

at the same concert, during the same meltdown when i was in the bathroom, the woman in the stall next to me asked me if i was okay and told me that things like that had happened to her, but that i still got to be there and (in her words) "see the guy" and it made things a little easier for me (i only ever saw her heels and her fingernails, but i later found out she was my dad's coworker, and she told him she was glad im doing better now).

in my freshman year of high school, i complimented a guy's overwatch shirt and we talked about it for a while before class started; years later he told me that it was the nicest anyone had ever been to him up until that point and that he still appreciated it—which shocked me, because he ended up being one of the most popular kids at school and is still good friends with a lot of my friend group.

when i was talking to my asl professor about why i was out of class for a few days (i was in the hospital for a few days following a suicide attempt) she hugged me and told me i was beautiful, and i still think about that professor nearly every day, and how she would always tell us about how much she loved her wife and their life together.

not long after that, my english professor reached out and wished me a happy thanksgiving because she knew i had been having a rough semester, even though she didn't have to and probably didn't do that for any other students (as far as i know).

when i was sorting through old papers i found years of hand drawn and painted birthday cards from one of my best friends, who made me one every year, and it made me realize how long they had been there for me during my worst.

i always start to feel dread when i leave for school, but one day, a girl accidentally got off the elevator on my floor, and then i proceeded to get off on a different wrong floor, and we both ended up in the same elevator and laughed about how we both made the same mistake, and wished each other a good day. it made my walk to the bus stop a bit easier.

at a writing conference, as part of a writing exercise, a woman told me a story about how she left her shitty ex boyfriend and had been single since, and i told her about how much i loved media analysis and symbolism; i wrote her a poem and she drew me a drawing. we never spoke again, but for a few minutes, it felt like we were old friends.

one of the bartenders at my old job loved our coconut macaroons, so i would save one for him so he could have it with his coffee. it was such a simple exchange, but it made me feel warm every time.

at that same job, i worked on my birthday, and once we were closed i asked the kitchen for any leftovers they had. they ended up making me an entire appetizer and singing happy birthday to me.

one time in the coffee stand drive thru, the guy taking my order got excited when he saw the pokemon on my dashboard, and pointed to his car across the parking lot with a gyrados in it. he then pulled a bracelet out of his pocket that said "cute" and said i could have it because of all my cute pokemon. later, i went again while wearing it and saw him, and his coworker said that he just loves making bracelets for people.

for whatever reason, a claw machine at a mall nearby had fraggle rock plushes inside; my friend and i spent forever trying to get some, but couldn't, and we both struggled to find good listings online. when i finally got my friend a mokey plush for christmas, they tackled me in a hug, and it's now one of my happiest memories (they then insisted on paying for my boober plush later on, so now we match).

and i am certain there are many many more instances i am forgetting. and i know things are fucking bleak now and always. and i know it's hard to see. but there is so much good. there is so much love. even from strangers. please believe me. life can be so full of love.

#recovery

[genderfluid-bat]

Batfam gender HC

I have only watched like various animated batfam related stories. this is simply osmosis before i try reading the comics.

Bruce Wayne/Batman- Demi man. personally from what I understand is that the various traumas made it hard to connect to "Normal" manhood so its a disconnect thing. Jason told him about it.

Kate Kane/ Batwoman-Genderqueer. Ok so its more like I think she saw butch lesbians and Femme lesbians and was like this shit rocks. And it just queered her gender. Also again trauma and the disconnect from "Normal" womanhood. Again Jason.

Dick Grayson/ Nightwing- Trans fem/ G♡rl. Dick realized because Jason was telling him about trans history. I think a xenogender would work for him as well but thats later and duke was the one who introduce her to them.

Jason Todd/Red Hood- Bigender/gender queer/Libragender. I think he just hung around many queer people when he was younger and then he died and as an adult he stills hangs around. He figuered genderqueer young but bigender and libragender was after his death.

Tim Drake- Agender/agender girl. Duke old him about Agender and Tim just went that fits and just never thought about it again. Steph told him about agender girl and he did the same thing.

Stephanie Brown/Spoiler- Genderfaunet/Nonbinary. I'm like 90% sure she was going thru various gender wikis found this and proceed to have a crisis. She told Cass first and then Jason. They took her to a trans support group.

Cassandra Cain/Black Bat- Trans masc. Just has all the masc genders. I think she found it out because of Bruce. I think he was trying to do a pride thing for Wayne enterprises and was hearing from the union and Cass was there and came out at the same time.

Duke Thomas- Boyflux/Sungender/Autigender. Pretty sure he learned this while trying to not die by the riddler. His parents dint get it much but they supported. Although hes well aware they had no idea what they were doing. He still appreciates how they tried.

Damian Wayne/Robin-Genderfluid/genderhorder. He remembers the first time he said something not cis and how Talia told him he could be anything. She was the first person she told about her being genderfluid. Damian told Dick 2nd. Damian told everyone eventually. Their first pride they attended was one full of love.

@supermansbisexualson @loveless-angel

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