#I AM TERRIBLE AT MAKING DECISIONS SO HELP A GIRL OUT
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A Big Question (Teen Dad!Oscar AU) Part 2
(Read part 1 of this duology first!)
(Part 9 of Teen Dad!OP au)
Summary: Oscar needs to mend what he broke and he needs to do it fast
Getting into the car, Honey whipped the tears from her cheeks as she made up a lame excuse as to why Oscar wasn’t with her. The driver knew that she wasn’t being truthful, but thought it best to let the girl be. Having dessert and drinks in the picnic basket that Oscar had set up for the two of them after dinner, Honey decided to not let the total night be a bust and have her own moonlight picnic on the beach while she sulked.
Back at the restaurant, Oscar sat alone for a few minutes, digesting what had just happened before he got up and paid the bill. Walking outside, he had expected the car to still be there. Now stressed out, he got his phone to check where the car was heading, a frown appearing as he saw she was on her way to the beach, alone.
While it wasn’t necessarily his decision to go back to racing so soon, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t thrilled that he would once again be in the car. He knew he had fucked up in the past by not prioritizing his family, but he had learned from those tough few months and wasn’t going to let it happen again.
Deciding to let her have some time to process, Oscar ordered a car to take him home. He had expected to get back late and had told Lando to take the guest bedroom. So his friend was also not expecting him home so soon, and when Oscar came home early, alone, and clearly upset, Lando was worried.
“Mate! What happened? Where is she? Did you get to-” Lando jumped up from the couch to meet his teammate at the door.
“No, I was interrogated and let it slip about what my meeting was about and before I could say or do anything, she left the restaurant.”
“Where is she now? Do you know? She could be in trouble, it's late!”
“She took the driver and went to the beach, I assumed she wanted to be alone.”
“No, you muppet! You should have absolutely followed her! Why would you let her go off alone when she is upset? She doesn’t even know the full story and you are letting her think the worst.”
Oscar hadn’t thought of that, he probably should have gotten all he wanted to say out first before leaving her alone. God, he was such an idiot to let this happen again.
To his credit, Lando was being very helpful. It never dawned on Oscar that he could need relationship advice, for his relationship of 7 years, from Lando Norris himself.
“Fuck, you’re right. But I did leave her, what should I-”
“Go to her! Jesus, Oscar what are you waiting around for, this was supposed to be the perfect night and you fucked it up 45 minutes into it! Fix it now!” With that, Lando shoved his friend out the door.
Driving closer to his average speed on the track rather than the speed limit, Oscar jumped out the car the minute he saw what looked like his girlfriend’s silhouette on the sand. He had spent the short car ride thinking of what he was going to say, how he was going to fix this. The moment she looked up at him though, hiccuping from her cries, everything he had rehearsed went out the window.
Instead he got down on the sand and held her tighter than he had in a long time.
“I don’t want to end up the way we were, Oscar. We were miserable, even before the fight.” She sobbed into his neck.
“I know, sweetheart. I don’t want to end up that way either. Never, ever again.” He replied soothingly, even though he could feel his heart breaking alongside her’s.
“I just felt so alone. Watching you choose your career over me, over the kids! It was so hard to see time and time again. I am not that strong.”
“Hey, you are stronger than you know possible, my love. I know I have put you through hell, getting you pregnant at 17, reacting terribly to the news, then making so many empty promises and prioritizing the wrong things. But I promise, Honey, I will never ever make those same mistakes. I meant what I said before, you are it for me. I will never love anyone the way I love you, and I will spend the rest of my life making up for my shortcomings.” He said as he cupped her cheeks, whipping away the tears.
Seeing her smile once again, he reached into his pocket to pull out the box that had been there all night. Her eyes lit up at the realization of what it was.
“Oscar, I-”
“I know this is a terrible time, I am the reason you were sitting here, alone and crying, but this is what I had planned all along. I was, of course, going to tell you about the meeting, but after I did, I wanted to reassure you that I wasn’t going anywhere, that I would never be leaving your side for as long as I live. My career is only going to get more hectic and unpredictable as time goes on, but I am going to go through it with you all as my priorities. I am in it to win, but I am also in it to provide for you all, and I sure as hell am going to return back to you all after every race. I love you so much, Honey, ever since I saw you at that karting track, months before you had even looked at me. I know I said ‘I’d knock your socks off with this second proposal’, and I was going to! But there is nothing more important to me right now than you knowing how much you mean to me, how much the kids mean to me. So please, my love, will you marry me?” He quickly got on one knee and opened the ring box. It was the same ring as before, but he had added two tiny stones onto the band, framing the much larger diamond, on one side was his birthstone, on the other, her own.
Trying to reply had been harder than she thought as all these new emotions of relief and unadulterated happiness caused her to, instead of answering him, sob even harder into his shoulder.
“I know this is a lot, but if its too much, if you don't want to marry m-”
“Yes! Of course I do Oscar! Oh my I- I am just so relieved and emotional I can’t-”
“Shhhh, its okay I promise.” He laughed, tears of his own starting to fall as they held each other.
Several minutes were spent recuperating until Oscar was finally able to slip the ring back onto her finger.
“I hope you didn’t eat all the dessert, I was kind of hoping we could eat it together.” Oscar joked.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t touch that. The wine on the other hand-”
They sat in each other’s company well past their usual bedtime, the twins normally tiring them out enough they can’t stay up past 10. But with the engagement firing them up, they were still wide awake as they both stumbled home, deciding in their tipsy state to take the chauffeur and leave Oscar’s car there for the night.
Lando, who had taken to the guest room hours before the happy couple got back, was relieved when he was woken up to giggles being interrupted by what was clearly a make out session. And as he heard the couple close their bedroom door, he decided it was best to put his noise canceling headphones on in order to not scar himself for life, and to let them enjoy their night without any listeners.
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oscarpiastri Second times the charm or whatever they say. Who cares- I am getting married!
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One thing no one ever tells you about getting a shit tonne of small tattoos is placement decisions become a fucking bitch.
I'm meant to be going to get my new tattoo on Sunday but I still have NO CLUE on placement.... I'd love it to be on my wrist, but I already have 4 across my two wrists. Then I thought biceps but I have some there too and don't want to look like I's starting patchwork sleeves.
Next I thought ankle, but I have some there already too.... ribs are out cause I have ones across there too and on my back....
My next thought was down one of my hips, but then no one would ever see it!
Guyssss I need suggestions! Do I just embrace the mess of having 7 tattoos across my arms, add another to the ankles or go with the hip?
#I AM TERRIBLE AT MAKING DECISIONS SO HELP A GIRL OUT#also seriously consider what tattoos you want before you get 11 on whim#cause I literally just go “ooooh I feel like a new tattoo let me go see”#and this will be the first one with proper meaning so lets ignore that#but it's yet another TV show based one so that's fun#I feel like at some point I'll start looking like a patchwork doll if this keeps going#personal dribble
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❝𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐌 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊
𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 ❞
✶ smut ; afab!reader , jealous ex suguru , rich girl!reader , oral , little angst , suguru jerks off with reader's panties , alcohol , make up sex , toxic relationship , biker!suguru .
✶ word count ; 1.4k
✶ m.list & request
✶ ❝took me fifteen centuries to get back on the grind but, whatever.❞
"he's staring at you...again." your friend yelled to you through the booming music. you frowned and stopped kissing the random cute guy that approached you. wiping your mouth, you asked her where he was.
"sitting by the bar." lo and behold, a daring and deathly stare was directed your way. but not to you precisely, to the random man that was taking advantage of your generosity. or that is what he thought. his gaze then set on yours and he smiled.
your face contorted at the sight of your ex-boyfriend's lurking eyes and shifted your attention to where you previously were. but the man you were making out was nowhere to be seen.
"suguru!" you cursed to yourself; it was clear this disappearance was orchestrated by him. "you called angel." his voice soft and tantalizing in your ear made you jolt back in disdain.
"you fucking asshole!" you looked at him, dead in the eye. "what did you do?!" he does this all the time, scaring your hook-ups away efficiently like a wonder pesticide. every move of his were foreign to your understanding, nevertheless, deep in the psyche of your mind you found this behavior cute.
"just watching out for the prettiest girl here...can't i?" he smiled and placed a hand at the side of your neck. the friend that announced you suguru geto was prowling around, swiftly began to intervene before you settled her down.
"love the thought! though worry about yourself and your people rather than you ex. it's not a good look on you." you give him a sour smile. "makes you look like a stalker."
"don't call me that angel!" he pouted, "i can't help that every day i spend without your company is misery; how could i not miss you?" you despised how he tugged at your heart strings the way that he did. his deep voice purring how much he wanted you back, needed you or missed you. shame on you if you were going to get fooled a second time, you were not going to let yourself be with a man that had any woman at his disposition at his back and call. even when he had you.
but lord, did he make you feel like the only girl his eyes have ever seen, whose touch he's ever felt, whose lips he's ever kissed. you had everything at your beck and call, nothing was out of your grasp, except suguru geto and his fickle heart.
even if your fiery feelings were creeping back, rationality has yet to abandon you. "suguru; i am so not falling for your dirty, empty words— go and mind torture some other girl than me. i've had enough of you."
suguru was completely taken aback by your words. the last thing he wanted was to make you too uncomfortable, just a little tease here and there. but his intentions of going back to you were in his capabilities, sincere. "oh-i, i apologize," he took a deep breath, "let me make it up to you, yeah?"
"...fine." you conceded, too mentally drained by him, and you might as well take him for his money's worth, even when you could pay our own drinks. the booming music from the club was making you sick at this point, and you really wanted to go home. "don't try a thing."
you would regret not fighting enough to keep those words as they were. it was a terrible idea to take him up on his proposal to take you back to your parent's place. the terrible decisions began to pile up as you clutched yourself around his toned torse in the bike you knew all too well. arriving to your parents' and offering him a drink at their bar. the alcohol mixed with undying feelings for your ex-boyfriend led you to seek the comfort of his lips once again.
suguru happily obliged to your necessities, he was obviously subduing his as well. "i missed you so much..." you say between desperate kisses, halting yourself and placing your hand onto his chin gaining his full attention, "i fucking hate it; i hate you."
"don't say that beautiful...let me make you love me again, hmm?" he pouted, his sneaky hands trailed to settle on your ass, squeezing lightly but as a sign of him wanting more and masking his disdain by your words with his cheekiness. geto's drunken lips placed themselves around the cervices of your neck, making you remember how good he made you feel, no matter what.
you fell headfirst to his charming touch and began to let those barriers you have set up so high up to crumble, and just let yourself go. geto held on to your body, gripping it like the most coveted prize he's been fighting for. you both stumble up through the stairs, never leaving each other's lips.
geto knew exactly where you were taking him, your old room. as he stepped in deeper, memories of sneaking in from the window in his youth flashed through his mind. he laughed reminiscing about it, sweeping off your feet to hold you in the air he said; "remember the countless times i ran out the window without pants?"
"how could i forget," you giggled, "you always looked ridiculous." geto grumbled in playful annoyance as he threw you into the queen-sized bed.
"was i?" you nod.
he could not contain his smile, "anything to make you smile princess, even if i'm a fucking joke."
and so, it was mere seconds before your ex-lover was making you scream his name in ecstasy. geto delighted himself by how your pussy sucked him in vigorously.
the wet, sloppy noises of your cunt and geto's thighs slapping against yours echoed through your former bedroom. "yes~ sugu~ ah! moreee~!"
you loved that about him, how filthy he was in his pounding. your mewls hit a higher pitch as he began to play with your left nipple and your clit with his fingers. his thrusting never ceased, hitting every sweet spot there is to his knowledge.
"sugu~ your mouth...i-i ah" geto let out a moan, knowing exactly what you desired from him, and clamped harder on your bud. "fuck me with your mouth!"
"i need it hgn~ please, please, love!" your ex melted at your words; it was something he's been missing to hear. and none other girl could say to make him oblige to every word the way that you did.
"is that so pretty girl, you want my tongue inside your cunt?" he teased, loving the way you panted and twitched in desperation.
"yes! suguru, my pussy, use it, it's hgn~ ah! all yours..." your fingernails and tips dug around the muscular flesh of his arms, "always been."
the electric feeling induced you to keep your eyes shut during your plead. however you would instantly jolt, and your eyes opened fully as you sensed geto's skillful tongue tease a swipe all around your pussy.
"oh, yes!" you squeal, taking in every inch of his wet muscle's feel. geto's hands held on tightly around your thighs, caressing the plump skin of your legs. but he wanted to further feel your body, eager to reminisce how it used to feel.
relishing in the ensuring pleasure, you were surprised to feel geto's sturdy hand reach out for your own as it laid clench on your chest. you loosen your grip once you feel his touch.
your moans never failed to vibrate in the spacious room, inciting your ex-lover to grant a generous relief to his shaft. though in his mind it was not enough, so he rummaged throughout the messy sheets into finding a thin, small fabric you own.
geto unfolded the scrunched underwear and placed it on his cock, he began to caress himself around with the help of your panties. he stuttered as he pumped his relief while using something only of your own usage, as well as being one of the most private things a person could possess. his oral performance rallied all over your pussy.
the soft fabric of your panties made your ex moan, whimper and lap at your pussy with his tongue like a starved man, it sent you to overdrive, cumming all over his face.
"sugu, fuck, so good...keep it up." and those heavenly squeals of yours mixed with alcohol and tiredness, shoot heavy strings of his cum into your underwear with no remorse. taking a few, heavy breaths in, he calmed himself down and began to trail kisses around your body until it fell on your lips.
"can i stay?" he said with a cheeky tone and a full grin as he placed himself beside you. geto trails his arms on your naked torso, embracing you while waiting for your answer.
still panting and exhausted, though enjoying his comfort, you say, "fine."
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EVEN MORE ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF
ASSORTED SENTENCE STARTERS FROM AROUND THE INTERNET, including quotes from Tumblr, Pinterest, TikTok, and X (formerly known as Twitter), for when a muse wants to lighten up the situation at hand.
CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.
SPECIFY muse for multimuses.
“ It’s sea shanty time once again my fellow bastards of the ocean! ”
“ Partner, I reckon that I ain’t been feeling very yeehaw lately. ”
“ I don’t study; I consult the lore. ”
“ Yeah, I understand women — they all want daggers and swords. It’s all quite simple, really. ”
“ Lord forgive me but I may have to make a nonessential purchase. ”
“ Those are bold words for someone in stabbing range. ”
“ Yes I’m a gatekeeper and a hater. I’m also God’s most favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. ”
“ My primary motivations are fear, spite, and aesthetic longing. ”
“ Man — if I had a sword, I wouldn’t be worried about shit. ”
“ It’s not blood that runs through these veins but glitter gel pen ink. ”
“ If I was in a Jane Austen novel, I would be the one sent to the seaside for my health. ”
“ Half of me is a hopeless romantic, and the other half of me is … well … an asshole. ”
“ I am the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know. ”
“ I hope I give off the vibe to all animals that I am their ally and their friend. ”
“ I see you’re paying attention to someone who is not me. Why is that? ”
“ Normalize letting me talk without making any sense. ”
“ Don’t care, didn’t ask, plus my psychic visions have predicted the outcome of this encounter. ”
“ I could be so much worse. For example, I could start acting like my father. ”
“ Sorry for acting so strange and irregular; It will happen again. ”
“ i love sitting in my room.....alone....a girl in her cave....scheming and plotting and drinking tea. ”
“ These man made horrors are beyond YOUR comprehension. I get it though. ”
“ I’m a goth girl on the inside. On the outside? A father figure. ”
“ I don’t need to face reality; I’m not just that type of girl. ”
“ DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A frickle-frackle? ”
“ I’m about to cha cha real smooth off a fucking cliff. ”
“ Sorry I told you about my trauma. Do you still think I’m hot? ”
“ My priorities aren’t straight and neither am I. ”
“ I have felt permanently guilty for no reason since I was like eight years old. ”
“ Of course I have a lot of pent up rage, you fool! I’ve been the same height since I was twelve years old! ”
“ I was born for shock value. ”
“ Good morning! God has let me live another day and I’m about to make it everyone’s problem. ”
“ Oh, I slept miserably because I was tormented by terrible visions all night. I hope none of them were prophetic! ”
“ Be the surreal nonsense that you want to see in the world. ”
“ Being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot. ”
“ My hobbies include knowing things and being right. ”
“ This is good advice, but don’t tell me what to do. ”
“ I hate the idea of authority. What the fuck is someone being superior to me? Bitch I’m gonna take your kneecaps. ”
“ Stop forgiving my crimes! I worked so hard on those! ”
“ My hobbies? Uhhhh, symbolism mostly. Metaphors and implications and the like. ”
“ I may not have any braincells, but I make up for it by having many heart cells. ”
“ I can’t mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this one guys! ”
“ Not all your life decisions have to be smart. Some can be purely for cinematic value. ”
“ Sometimes I wish I looked more fragile and feminine like a dainty flower, but I do enjoy looking like I hate everyone. ”
“ Any dream can be a prophetic dream if you’re willing to do some really weird shit. ”
“ girl help there is not enough enrichment in my enclosure. ”
“ BRO, you NEED to stop SUMMONING DEMONS in the FRAT HOUSE. ”
“ I just gave your address to some spiders! ”
“ I disappoint my father as a hobby now. ”
“ I think that the dark circles under my eyes add to my aesthetic actually. ”
“ Good news! I’ve successfully replaced all of my emotions with jokes! ”
“ I have half a braincell left and I’m very scared to use it! ”
“ Listen, son — in this world, it’s either yeet or be yeeted. ”
“ I appreciate the advice, but I think that I’m old enough to make my own bad decisions. ”
“ I’m disappointed in me too. Y’all aren’t special. ”
“ Running from your demons is the best exercise! ”
“ Sorry; I can’t commit any crimes with you. My mom says that I have to study. ”
“ Time flies when you don’t know what the fuck is going on. ”
“ If I run out of tacos, I can no longer maintain my human form. ”
“ Bestie, I don’t think that I can girlboss under these conditions. ”
“ Yeah I’ve had combat training; I can do anxiety attacks! ”
“ Swag is earned, not learned. ”
“ Contrary to popular belief, violence solves a lot. ”
“ I CANNOT STAND YOU ALL so I will SIT DOWN. ”
“ Please God no … I don’t need any more character development right now! ”
“ If you can’t beat ‘em, yeet ‘em. ”
“ Do not put me in a situation. I’m at my limit and I am very tired. ”
“ I may be depressed, but at least I’m not basic. ”
“ It’s MY LIFE and I’ll sabotage it myself, thank you. ”
“ Think twice? Bold of you to assume that I think once. ”
“ At the next inconvenience, I will start biting people. ”
“ Oops I think that I just experienced an emotion. ”
“ Did you know that rats spelled backwards is star? ”
“ One day, I’ll be reincarnated as a pigeon, and I’ll shit on your head. ”
“ On the outside, I’m a baddie — but on the inside, I’m a saddie. ”
“ My grandma bullies me through the Ouija board. ”
“ I’m a cool person if you can just look past my personality. ”
“ Beetles don’t have to do taxes, and I think that is a beautiful way to live. ”
“ I hope that you get your character development arc soon. ”
“ Those are some nice kneecaps … It’d be a shame if someone stole them … ”
“ I’ve wanted to be a trophy wife ever since I was a little boy. ”
“ I’m done being baby; I want POWER ”
“ Wait, “Just Standing There Ominously” doesn’t count as socializing? ”
“ Yes I am smart, and yes, I am stupid. It’s called being flexible. ”
“ I am NOT delusional!!!!! I am OPTIMISTIC! ”
“ I deserve compensation for not being the menace to society that i could be, like i'm skipping out on a lot of fun here. ”
“ Do not ask me if you should or shouldn't do something !!! Before I am a friend I am an enabler !!! ”
“ i am the WORLDS PRETTYIST PINK PRINCESS and im gonna KILL YOU WITH MY HUGE FUCKING HAMMER ”
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stress reliever
pairing: chris x reader
summary: the baby is taking a toll on the readers mental health so chris decides to be her stress reliever
warnings: smut! pregnant reader, mental health, sadness, stress, smut, language, dom chris, reassurance, praise, love, romance
a/n: love me a request
word count: 1,127
life sucks so much lately. everything is a nuisance
i feel like my decisions aren’t mine anymore, everything i do revolves around this baby.
and i can’t help but feel like that’s never gonna change.. because isn’t that what having a kid is like?
putting them first above you at all times because you want them to push for more than you ever could?
it’s all so stressful. i wouldn’t even know the first thing about being a mother, yet i have 4 months until i officially become one.
i can’t even do the things i used to enjoy anymore. all i do is eat, sleep, feel sick, and linger around the house
chris tries his best to keep me active and motivated but nothing has been working
i feel like he can tell that i’ve been so down lately
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“baby come on let’s go for a walk” chris begs
“i don’t want too. i want to stay in bed” i reply
“come on, you’ve been in bed all day. let’s go outside” he responds back
“chris it’s fine, the day is almost over. we don’t need to be outside doing absolutely nothing.” i snap then retract
chris climbs into bed with me
“baby what’s wrong.. honestly” he starts up
i sigh trying to hold back my tears, “i just feel like im not ready to be a mother”
“why would you ever think that baby?” he says softly
“how am i supposed to take care of our baby girl when i can barely take care of myself? i have NOTHING going for myself chris.” i start the sentence to my mini rant
“how will she ever look up to her failure of a mother? the mother with a shitty job, no car, and can’t even make anything of herself” i say starting to cry at this point
“i’m NOT ready to bring a child into my world. im going to be a TERRIBLE mother chris. don’t you see that?” i ask rhetorically while resting my face in my hands
chris grabs my chin, “y/n..”
“don’t chris.” i say
“look at me y/n”
i look up to a soft kind glare plastered on chris’ face
he starts wiping my tears away, “you’re the most beautiful, kindest, honest, loving, hard working woman i know”
“there is not a doubt in my mind that you’re going to be an amazing and incredible mother” he continues
“you’re not afraid speak your mind, you’re so independent, you don’t let any obstacle overcome who you are, and you’re always down for a good challenge”
i let out a soft smile
“i’d be LUCKY if our daughter was anything like you. i’d rather nothing more.”
“do you really mean that?” i ask
“you think our daughter should come out anything like me” he says while laughing
“no..” i chuckle back
“exactly. you don’t see what i see but of course you’re the perfect role model for our daughter, you’re an amazing person y/n. and i know you’re going to be an amazing mother.” he responds back in a smile
i calm down and give chris a hug
“im so grateful that i have you by my side doing this with me” i say as i hug him tighter
i pull away and give him a kiss
“i love you so much y/n” he says before giving me another kiss
then another one..
and another one…
“christopher.” i laugh
“come on” he smiles as he flips me on my back, “your lips are so soft” he dives back into another kiss
he starts kissing down my neck
“chris.. you don’t have to do this” i say as i put up a little resistance
“shh baby, just let me show you how amazing you are” he responds
i nod my head bring my neck up for another kiss on the lips. to which he fulfills
he keeps kissing me as he slides me out of my pants and underwear.
“fuck your pussy is so pretty baby.” he says while rubbing my clit
i let out a slight moan at the warm hand rubbing my juices in
“so wet for me baby” he says as he lifts his hand to taste my juices
“you make me so hard baby”
“chris please..” i whine
“please what baby” he responds
“please fuck me”
“dont need to ask me twice” he chuckles as he whips out his cock
he starts teasing the outside of my pussy with his head
causing me to arch my back into the sheets
“fuck you’re so hot baby. how bad do you want it”
“so bad, please please please put it in baby” i beg
he slides his cock in slowly and i whimper at the feeling of his member filling my hole
“fuck chris. i forget how big you are” i whisper in a whine
he bends his head to meet a kiss on my lips as he starts to slide in and out
“you’re so perfect for me baby, don’t ever forget that.” he says through grunts
“you’re mine. only mine” he continues
i continue to let the praise wash over me as he pounds inside me
“i want you to say it for me baby. say that you’re mine” he says while picking up the pace
“im yours chris” i whimper
“say that you’re my pretty little girl” he demands
“im your pretty little girl chris only yours” i continue to whine
“yes baby. say that you’re an good girl” he continues
“i’m such a good gir- fuck. i’m the best girl”
“yes keep saying it baby, i want to hear you louder” he groans
“i’m a good girl chris. i’m such a good girl. i’m only your good girl. i’m a good girl.” i continue as i feel my orgasm overtake my stomach
chris’ pace quickens as he feels my pussy clench around him
“ooh fuck chris. don’t stop.” i beg him as i ride my high out
“i’m gonna cum too baby” chris cries
“yes baby cum in me. fill me up” i moan out to him
he throws his head up and lets out a loud exhale from his mouth as he releases his all into me
“oh my go- fuck.” says chris
i start chuckling
“what’s so funny” he says as he starts looking down at me
“nothing. i just love you so much” i reply
“well i love you more baby. i hope you never have to question my love for you”
he pulls out of me and helps me up so we can wipe me down and put my clothes on
“i hope that took all your worries and stress away princess” he says as he gives me a quick kiss on the forehead
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a/n- i don’t know if i’m tagging right but @sturnioloenthusiast @littlebookworm803 <3
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OUR SECRET — MYG
chapter two
Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.
Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.
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"You should tell him." Namjoon repeated once again as you avoided the topic by making tea.
"Do you think it's going to be a boy or a girl?" You tried to change the subject, which seemed impossible.
"Regardless of the baby's gender, you should let the father know." You rolled your eyes upon hearing that, as if everything would be resolved if Yoongi knew about the baby.
"I think I'd prefer a girl. But if it's a boy, I'll need tips on the male world. It's your duty as the baby's godfather to help me instead of just staring at me like that." Namjoon was giving you a judgmental look.
"Thanks for the honor of being the baby's godfather. I swear I'll be the best godfather I can be. But it's not fair to hide this situation from Yoongi. You know how I am about honesty." He's right about that.
"I'll talk to him. I don't intend to exclude him from our child's life, but it's difficult. Our last conversation took a somewhat dramatic turn. Not to mention, we both know your friend is famous." You were a bit nervous, contemplating the changes your life will undergo once the baby arrives. Uncertainty about the future lingered as you tried to focus on the decisions that needed to be made.
"It will be a challenge, but I trust you will succeed. Speaking of which, I have some bad news." Namjoon speaks fearfully as if he's trying to protect you from something.
"Spit it out." You speak as you mentally prepare yourself for what comes next.
"I came here not just because you called me but to ask you a favor." Namjoon seems worried about something and you notice that.
"Suga hasn't been able to compose lately. Which is making him feel a bit terrible. The boys and I think it's because he is missing you. So I came to beg you to help me with this." Namjoon is with a lost expression. As if you were the solution to Yoongi's problem.
"Mister Min Yoongi needs me apparently, what a surprise. What if you're wrong? What if he just has writer's block?" These are just some of the questions that are on your mind.
"I've known that man longer than you know. Trust me, he's not well." Namjoon seems sure you’re the solution. And at the moment, not knowing if it's pregnancy or your desire, You can't think of reasons not to go see your ex lover.
"To be sure, you owe me one. And I'm not going to tell Yoongi now, about the baby. If I'm going to do that, it's in my time. But I can go there and try to help." A nervousness begins to take over you as soon as Namjoon confirms that he will take you with him. A few minutes later you are already on your way to the company, Namjoon assures you that he spoke to the boss and that he authorized you to go there since you were hidden. Right now you’re hiding in Namjoon’s car.
"Do you think this will help?" You mutter almost to yourself, but Namjoon hears you as he guides you to where Yoongi is.
"I think you're the only person who can talk some sense into Yoongi. Maybe it would be good for you two to have a talk." That's all you hear Namjoon say before leaving you inside the studio where Yoongi is.
"I already said that I don't need to talk about Y/N. My difficulty doesn't come from the feeling of missing you. After all, I was the one who ended everything." Yoongi doesn't even turn from his chair to look at who entered. You think about giving up but you can tell by his impatient tone and the aesthetic of someone who hasn't left that recording studio in a while that he needs help.
"You better remember that, because coming all this way kind of hurts my ego." You say looking towards him who turns around in surprise to look at you.
"Are you really here?" Yoongi says, slowly getting up and walking towards your direction.
"I heard a rumor that you were sad, I needed to make sure. I mean, I wasn't even the one who ended our relationship." You say, approaching him, as if wanting to explore a new reality. He's unshaven, his hair is a little messy and he looks like he hasn't slept in a while.
"They must really be worried. They brought you here." He seems to have realized how worried the boys and the company are about him.
"What's happening to you?" You speak softly like you're curious. Your hand automatically touches Yoongi's face who, without thinking, ends up hugging you. A strong hug like someone who wants to say "I miss you".
"I thought it would be better to end a relationship that was doomed to fail than to stay with the woman I love." He whispers and before you notice, he's almost falling asleep in your arms.
"You need to focus on what's best for you and your group. Breaking up with me was your decision and unfortunately decisions come with consequences. But that doesn't mean either of us will be happy separate from the other. " You say remaining in place, hugging Yoongi and at that moment that was everything you wanted.
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Please bestie, I need platonic Alex Keller headcanons I beg of you 😭😭😭
I'm here to deliver for you in trying times bestie. Stuck at home from work in a blizzard so here I am for you. Hope it suffices and you enjoy. 🫡 @itsscromp
Alex Keller Headcanons:
I imagined Alex was one of those clowns in school. I think when he was younger he was respectful but also a hog for attention. He always got really happy when the teacher picked him in class and would pout if some other kid got "his answer".
I'm not terribly sure about family headcanons. I feel he fits as either an only child or as a younger brother to an older boy. (Possibly a twin) If he had any siblings I could see him as the middle child, an older brother, him and a little sister.
Alex's parents raised him as a gentleman. You think his manners came from the military?? Even when he was in highschool he called women he respected ma'am on the regular.
Alex watched a lot of spy movies when he was younger. Jason Bourne, Jack Ryan, R.E.D. A bunch of those kinds of movies. But Alex didn't originally want to be CIA.
He also really liked superheroes. (Lovingly borrowing a headcanon from Scromp) He really liked Mega Man and other super heroes like that. Probably watched Ben Ten or something. (Sang the power Rangers theme song)
I think unlike the others Alex's run to the military was as an accidental second hand decision.
He had incredible grades in school but when his brother was called for Mandatory service. Alex was still too young when his brother went to serve a couple years. Instead of going to college and getting a different job he went to serve mandatory years as well.
Alex gives me Texas man vibes, but he doesn't have the accent. So I don't think he grew up there, possibly from California or Georgia. Somewhere warm.
Alex wanted to serve alongside his brother but he was deployed while Alex was in his first stages of basic training.
Alex is a very sociable guy so he doesn't have trouble making friends. However, upon a certain incident he did lose a lot of his confidence. Around people he knows he's a butterfly in flight, but doesn't like attention on the leg.
Alex was super attached to his older brother but when he got past that part he did enjoy his time in the military.
Obviously the first person he wants to introduce you to Is his brother and his parents. He'll introduce you with so much pride.
In my mind I see Alex's parents as your typical Georgia or Texas conservative dressers. But they aren't those types of conservatives. They were worried for him when he was younger, but if their son showed up with a man on his arm they wouldn't bat an eye.
And obviously they love you. Alex's dad is the guy who says that even as a guest, in the house you take on some household priorities. Nothing big, but probably expects some help with yardwork and that you'll help his wife with dishes.
Alex will cook with his mother. And oh you see where he gets it. He's the guy whose mama's boy love takes presidents over other duties. He just wants to be with his mom.
You'll be allowed to join in with a casual soccer game of kicking the ball around with his brother. They're an incredible family and accept you as one of their own the moment they see you.
He loves to decorate it though, and has stickers from several incidents, or young military hostages that he could distract. So in a way it was a blessing.
However, he didn't talk to women as much anymore. Platonic relationships are a breath of fresh air.
His parents used to have to wrangle him in when he got his first girlfriend. Constantly sneaking out to meet up with her. And while a respectful kid, after a certain sneaking out the girl's father was not happy to get the story the next day.
After Alex got his leg, dating seemed to be swept off the table. He had all the qualities, tall, very handsome, strong. But the leg usually got people staring, and all the charisma went out the window.
He barely got hookups anymore. (Yes, he was that guy for a while, and he isn't proud of it.)
Alex has participated in the Invictus Games before and it was a whole lot of fun.
Alex's show for women comes in the form of how respectful he is of Farah's boundaries. While he is happy to assert where he stands. If Farah had told him not to go when he did, he still probably wouldn't have listened.
Alex experiences phantom limb and phantom pain. Most times he has to weather the pain, but whenever he experienced phantom pain in the beginning he'd pass out from it.
He is very active and loves to play soccer. (Is very prepared to get yelled at for calling it soccer instead of football)
In all honestly Alex does want to get close to the other 141 members. He's close with Gaz, Price and Y/n. Soap trusts pretty easily and likes Alex because Farah likes him. Ghostie is a challenge though. He's up for it.
Protein shake man all the way. The day isn't started without a protein shake or a hearty meal. He loves his meat but is also all for leaning into the greener side of his diet to help him feel refreshed.
An incredible cook. If you go back to his house for leave you will be well taken care of, I promise you.
All of his relationships are tended to as he sees fit. He's definitely more of an acts of service guy. If you need something done, he will show you his love and appreciation by getting it done. Garbage is full?? On it. Feet sore? He'll take care of that for you.
Alex is a family man, but he also understands the sentiment that the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. And he holds his friendships with his brothers in high stakes.
Has a very smooth and charismatic air about him the majority of the time. He's well spoken and confident even if he doesn't have control of certain situations.
Just. Don't. Mention. The. Leg. 😁🔪
While he isn't really strong at other acts, physical affection like pats on the back or brief hugs do as well.
Tries to make Scream movie references to Ghost, like the ever popular "Sydney call" or other classic scenes. Is gleefully delighted when Ghost understands most of the references.
If you live somewhere known for its giant spiders *cough cough* he will not go. You are not getting him on that plane. Nada, zilch wiggle room on that one partner.
Probably uses comic book lines he likes a lot. Recites them like those cheesy scenes in movies where the leader of a group gives a heroic speech about kicking ass and staying loyal.
Gets called Price's son and honestly? A compliment.
Going back to acts of service, Alex also feels his love language as acts of service. Whenever he needs to let his leg breathe and get off his feet he takes off the leg and relaxes. And icing on the cake? If you feel comfortable, come over and massage his leg. Oh he'll keep you forever.
Will often do the robot dance to try and make you laugh, loves to dance with you in any setting.
You're never too old to go trick or treating. Alex comes off as the fun uncle that I could see dressing up as a Frankenstein and takes his nephews/nieces along with him for some fun around the block.
Clubber for life 🤟🏻😜 Seriously though, getting him tipsy enough and he'll challenge anyone insight to a drinking off. Will almost always lose. Especially against Johnny or Ghost.
If a girl won't call him a smoking handsome man, platonically please inflate his ego. It's like an air mattress and eventually it deflates to the point that you can feel the floor. Please fill his air mattress with compliments.
His tattoos include homages to his family. And his old squads and friends. Got a special tattoo for you over his left wrist with your initials and something that reminds him of you. (A flower, a hat, etc)
You know those bikes that you can lay down on and pedal almost vertical with the handlebars on the sides?? Photo. Yeah, he owns one of those. Will let you ride it. Yes it is fun.
Tried to grow his beard like Price's once so they could really be twins. Price for offended and now they have a rule that their beards/moustaches are not allowed to overlap like that.
Overall, very interesting man. A fun man, a funny man, loves some attention on him but not his leg. Please not make fun of him, yes he wants a girlfriend, yes he's sad and single but slaying every day of the week. Yes you are his best friend for life and if you try to abandon him he'll eat your legs off 😌.
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❣️!fight for her love!❣️
Pairing: Daniel ricciardo x femOC (Cherrie!)
Word count : 9k
Summary : in which he’s gonna fight for her love…literally . And drag max and lando into it too because why not?
A/N this is the funniest thing I have ever written. Not serious at all srry but this is what happens when I don’t sleep. I can’t even. This is my favourite oneshot ever lmfao
Daniel wrapped his arms around both max's and lando's shoulder with a loud announcement of his arrival , following their eyesight to see what they were having a nosey at.
His own brow raising at the sight of the love of his life , the same woman who was also very unaware that she was Daniels soulmate (in his words), walking hand in hand with a dark haired man down the paddock.
Feeling his stomach turn, he struggled to keep the same bright smile plastered on his face.
Trying to ignore the looks of pity that he was getting from his friends who knew every single little bit of his infatuation for Cherrie.
"So this is the new boyfriend then?" He mused, tongue in cheek as they all squinted their eyes at the man by her side . Titling their heads to the side simultaneously as they all thought the same thing.
"Is he a model?" Daniel came right out with it and asked .
There was no way that he wasn't. With a muscular body and a face like a fucking Greek god, Daniel was certain that this was the very same man that was on the front package of the Calvin Klein boxers that he had bought last week.
Lando winced for him "I think so. He's very..." he hesitated.
Not knowing if he was supposed to be honest about how good looking her new boyfriend was or if he was supposed to lie to make Daniel feel better .
Max made the decision for him, blunt as ever. "Good looking. They look good together. It makes sense. Her looking like a goddess and him looking like that.." he mused unhelpfully.
Not one to ever make anyone feel better in their misery.
Lando shot him a look of disgrace .
“Max! That is not helping!" He told him shocked by his lack of sympathy for their friend.
Daniel just snorted as he crossed his arms over his cheek, shaking his head in denial.
“”Nah I don't see it. He's not that handsome. Not as handsome as I am. It's very obvious that I'm the better choice for Cherrie." He informed them confidently , not allowing this little bump in the road to get him down.
He was nothing if not stubborn and determined to make sure that he and Cherrie were going to be together forever.
Both of his friends couldn't help but laugh , shaking their heads at him in amusement . Mostly pity on their faces at his very clear lie about the other mans looks.
"Mate.. I hate to say it but she's dating a Adonis ." Lando said truthfully.
All of them still stood together like a group of mean girls as they eyed the gorgeous couple in front of them.
Daniel shot him an offended look. "Are you saying that He's better looking than me?" He then made a dramatic sweep of his hand over his body as though he was showing off something incredible.
“Me?! The most handsomest man in the entire universe?" He exclaimed , still grinning despite his impending heartbreak.
They both laughed at his antics. Lando giggling "you've got some serious competition mate." Then he added curiously "do you think his abs are real? I can see them through his tshirt." He mused in amazement as he looked at cherries new boyfriend in slight awe.
Daniel immediately shook his head, pulling a face as though he was repulsed by the sight of the man.
"Absolutely not. He's definitely a steroid maniac. A terrible match for the love of my life. She's needs someone to cuddle that doesn't feel like a brick wall." He stated to them.
Max grinned mischievously , nodding his head along to his bullshit.
“Yeah you're right Daniel . She needs me. I'm more than happy to offering my cuddling services to Cherrie-" he couldn't even finish his joke before Daniel had him in a headlock.
Shaking his head with his fist as max tried to get out of his hold while laughing hysterically.
"The only arms that shall hold her shall be mine!" He declared dramatically before finally letting him go .
Max huffing at him with a grin as he tried to straighten out his now fucked up hair again.
Lando snorted at him slyly "well I don't think it's your arms around her now is it? Maybe it's time for you to give up .." he said knowing fully well the reaction that he would get at his suggestion.
Daniel looked at him like he had just shot him up the ass.
Mouth dropping open in disbelief "me? A quitter? I don't think so mate! This is just a mere .. test that I need to overcome." He told them casually before walking over to one of the flower bushes near where they were standing and plucking off a large daisy.
Max grinned "and how are you going to overcome this exactly? Because the last time she had a boyfriend that wasn't you , you didn't handle it very well." He reminded him. Lando giggling at the memory.
By not handling it very well they meant the way that Daniel had made the man join them for golfing only to run him over with the golf buggy and threaten to do it again if he didn't dump Cherrie.
The man obviously hadn't been there the next day and they had been left to console a upset Cherrie over her missing boyfriend who had dumped her without any explanation.
Daniel hugging her and patting her head as he told her that she didn't need that asshole anyways, ignoring his friends incredulous looks over the fact that it was his fault that he had hauled ass out of the country as soon as he could.
Daniel just shrugged casually , not in the slightest bit remorseful for running over her last boyfriend with a golf buggy.
He'd do it again if he had too.
"I'm going to kill him with kindness. Till he shows his true colours and snaps." He told them simply.
His friends looked skeptical, not believing that was his only plan.
Lando hesitated "well.. at least he's not going to actually kill him. That's a .. plus?" It came out more like a question.
Not trusting that Daniel wouldn't try running over her new boyfriend with a golf buggy as well.
Daniel smiled brightly , nodding his head.
“Yeah! That's plan B. I'll just do plan A first and see how that goes." He casually stated before patting them on their shoulders and sighing loudly.
"Well, I better go introduce myself to her soon to be ex boyfriend! Wish me luck amigos!" He happily exclaimed before hurrying over to the the couple before they could leave .
Leaving max and lando to exchange amused looks between them, also a little weary of their friends plans.
"Do you think it will work?" Lando asked him curiously . As they both watched Daniel throw himself at the couple, startling them.
Max just laughed "he's not going to stop until it works. I just feel sorry for the guy. He stands absolutely no chance against Daniel." He simply answered as they got ready to watch the shit show about to go down.
Cherrie almost jumped out of her skin when she felt a large body push through between her and her boyfriend Matt , two arms wrapping themselves around each of their shoulders as Daniels smiling face popped between them.
"Well hello guys! And hello man that was on the package of my boxers!" He almost sang as he grinned between the two of them, side eyeing her boyfriend a little meanly.
Definitely steroids. He thought to himself as he felt the bulging muscles of Matts shoulders and arms beneath him.
Not a fight I would win. He also thought.
Deciding to scrap the slightly terrible plan of fighting him on the spot in a spar for her love.
He didn't think that Cherrie would find it very hot if she had to watch him get his ass handed to him by an underwear model.
That was not the way to get her to give him a chance.
Cherrie eyed him in slight amusement , her smile growing as she wrapped her arm loosely around his waist and gave him a little squeeze.
Laughing when Daniel leaned down and bumped his nose against hers happily.
There was no way she couldn't smile around someone like him, he was like a personal ray of sunshine that followed her around and made her day brighter.
He was her favourite person in the entire world. No matter how annoying he could be sometimes, she knew that he meant well.
"Hey Danny! How was your break?" She asked him , ignoring her boyfriends look that he was giving her. Clearly not liking the way that Daniel had his arm thrown around him.
He grinned down at her, ignoring model man for a moment as he took in her sun kissed cheeks and pretty eyes. Fighting back a dreamy sigh.
"It was fun! I missed your gorgeous face though!" He told her honestly before hearing her boyfriend clear his throat .
Making him turn his head to look at the unimpressed man, Daniels smile turning a little forced at the sight of him.
"Seems that you've been a busy girl though. Where did you find this one?" He kept his tone light and playful as he dropped his arm from matts shoulder , patting his back instead .
So Did he hit his shoulder a little harder than he should have? It was purely an accident of course!
Cherrie flushed a little, looking between the two very different men that were staring at her.
"Erm-at a club?" Her answer came out more as a question from the pure nerves rushing through her from the way Daniel was gazing at her. His eyes never leaving her face , impatiently waiting for her answer.
It felt somehow wrong to be introducing another man to him like this.
The two of them were so close and affectionate with each other that at some point along their friendship Cherrie had genuinely thought that something would happen between the two of them.
I mean they already acted like a couple! They did everything together! Daniel even had a key to her apartment for when he wanted to let himself in and keep her company.
Where one was the other was never far behind, Daniel always making sure to keep his hands on her at some place or another .
Which was why she had been so hopeful that something would happen.
But it never did.
There had been plenty of times and opportunities where he could have made a move . But he didn't. And the closest he had come to kissing her was when he was drunk and he couldn't keep his hands to himself , kissing her all over her face and around her lips till she had to push him away .
It was why she had decided to herself over the break that she had to move on. She couldn't keep pining after a man that only saw her as a close friend.
Unaware that he was as in love with her as she was him. She had distanced herself from him over the holidays, telling herself that it was for the best when she had met matt at her club and went home with him.
Determine not to get her heartbroken , she just went with it instead .
Daniel rose a curious brow at her, surprised at her actually keeping a hookup around. Recalling the way she had once told him that she would never ever date someone that she met in a club for one thing.
What had changed?
"Ah a club.. the place where you will definitely meet the right person. I mean they might as well have a sign that says 'meet your perfect future husband who definitely wants a serious relationship right now!'" he sarcastically said before he could stop himself .
Matt frowned at him.
Cherrie nudged Daniel in the side with a nervous giggle . Shaking her head at him in amusement despite herself.
"Daniel! Behave! We've just been getting to know each other.." she smiled at Matt feeling a little bad for not warning him about how dramatic and obnoxious her friend could be sometimes.
In fact she hadn't told Matt about him at all. Because most of the time the guys she went out with couldn't understand the closeness they had and the tight bond they shared between them.
In fact, she had lost more than one boyfriend because of the way they had accidentally made them into a third wheel , even though they were just friends. They did act like they were together sometimes .
Which was mostly Daniels fault seeing as he couldn't keep his hands to himself and rarely ever left her side unless he had to.
Daniel just smiled before picking up the daisy that he had picked and sliding it behind her ear, gently pulling her hair toward so it framed her pretty face and the flower.
Cherries cheeks flushed, eyes nervously glancing between the two men with completely different expressions being presented to her.
Daniel was smiling at her while he pulled out his phone to take a picture of her , meanwhile her boyfriend looked nothing less than annoyed at Daniels behaviour.
"Do you know what her favourite flowers are?" Daniel directed his question over to Matt , keeping his voice friendly as he finished taking photos of Cherrie and put his phone back in his pocket .
Facing him fully again so he could look the man in the eye when he spoke.
He had read somewhere that eye contact was a great way to assert dominance in the wild.
Matt smiled a little at Cherrie "roses." He answered confidently. Saying the flowers that he had gotten her one their first date.
Daniel sucked in a dramatic breath through his teeth and pulled a faux look of pity towards him.
"Oooo wrong mate! She actually hates flowers. She feels bad when they die cause she always forgets to look after them." He told him as though it was something that he was supposed to know.
Shaking his head in disappointment at him, despite still keeping his usual smile on his face .
Finding it easier not to fake his grin when he noticed the way matts eye twitched at him, not happy with him at all.
Matt frowned at him "you've just given her a flower!"
Daniel laughed "yeah but that's different. That's just cause she looks cute with it in her hair like that. I wouldn't get her them for a first date. That's not very creative is it?" He teased although he was a hundred percent serious.
Cherrie cringed internally at the way her boyfriend was clearly squaring him up , easily falling for the way Daniel was winding him up.
She pinched Daniels hip and gave him a warning glance , he just laughed and held up his hands in mock surrender.
"Stop it." She muttered to him before smiling sheepishly over to Matt.
“Ignore him . I did like the roses.." she lied to make him feel better.
Daniel laughed even harder , wrapping his arm around her head and hugging her to his side as he swayed them from side to side . Happy to be able to have her within arms reach again.
He felt like he had gone through actual withdrawal symptoms without her over the holidays.
" I heard someone say once that as soon as the roses die then the relationship will too." He made up completely on the spot just to wind up
Matt even more.
Her boyfriend scoffed and rolled his eyes at him, Cherrie just glancing between them nervously.
"Then I'll just keep replacing the dead roses then. Then she'll never have to see them die." Matt countered back to him .
Daniel smirked at him, beyond amused at himself .
This is going to be a piece of fucking cake. He thought smugly to himself , seeing how easy it was to piss him off already.
He gave him another week till shit hit the fan. A fan that he would be holding up above them.
"Keep giving her flowers that she doesn't like? Ooo doesn't sound very thoughtful man.." he smirked, looking him up and down judgmentally.
At that Cherrie let out a nervous laugh and patted Daniel on the back before pulling away from him, taking ahold of her annoyed boyfriends hand instead.
She smiled at the two of them, wanting to get rid of the rapidly growing tension as quickly as possible.
And she had a feeling that if she just stood there and let Daniel wind Matt up some more, that it wouldn't end well for any of them.
"Okay! Well.. we better get going! It was nice seeing you again Danny!" She started to pull her boyfriend away from her friend as quickly as she could.
Daniel was still grinning as he called over to her "are you coming with us for drinks tomorrow?"
Cherrie gave him a guilty smile , hating breaking their weekly tradition of bar hopping with their friends. But she had no choice.
She couldn't just ditch her boyfriend to drink with the man that Matt definitely now hated.
No matter how much she wanted to.
"I can't! Matts taking me out to that new fancy restaurant tomorrow night at seven!" She told him with a little wince. Feeling bad.
Daniel hummed , titling his head mischievously.
"Heart and Soul?" He questioned , thinking of the new overpriced restaurant that had just not long ago opened up.
He had been planning to take Cherrie there himself, just the two of them. But he guessed he had to change his plans again.
But no worries. He was nothing if not Adaptable to new situations.
Cherrie just nodded her head with a smile, feeling Matt tug on her hand impatiently so they could leave .
If possible Daniels grin grew even bigger , a plan already forming in his head.
"Well have fun gorgeous! I'll see you soon!" He shouted to her, blowing her a kiss too. Giggling to himself at the glare Matt shot him over his shoulder.
He almost felt sorry for the sucker. He had no idea what was coming to him.
Serves him right for being anywhere near the love of my life. Daniel thought stubbornly to himself.
He had it coming to him.
Daniel could feel the wary looks of his friends on him as he dragged them out of the car excitedly , looking up at the brightly lit restaurant with a grin.
Even Max looked impressed as he glanced inside the five star restaurant, Daniel leading them straight over to the hostess booth.
"How did you get us a reservation here?" He asked him curiously .
Lando too busy gaping up at the several large chandeliers in amazement . "Wow so much light!"
Daniel just beamed at them as the hostess began leasing them to their table, shrugging his shoulders casually .
"I told them that I was planning to propose tonight. Fantastic publicity for them really!" He informed them casually.
Their heads snapped over to him simultaneously, sharing a worried look between them.
Daniel had simply told them that it was a small dinner between friends. That he was just curious to see what the new restaurant was like.
They felt a little stupid for believing that bullshit now as they watched Daniels head snap around in every direction of the dining hall as though he was looking for someone.
"Who the hell are you going to propose too?" Lando exclaimed , half in amusement and half in worry.
Max was squinting his eyes at Daniel suspiciously as he gave them his best innocent grin, ignoring the questions as they were seated around a red clothed table that was lit up with candles for them.
"Wow this place is fancyyyy! Look at all these couples on their cute little dates!" Daniel said, still searching for a familiar head of hair.
His heart jumping victoriously in his chest when he finally spotted the love of his life sat at a table a few spaces to their right.
Max and lando sat down in their seats, still looking at him in confusion.
"Is there a reason you wanted to come here so badly?" Max asked him, referring to the way he had desperately begged them to come with him. Claiming that he needed the support from his best friends.
Max wasn't sure how much support they could give him eating food.. though they hadn't said anything about his strange reasoning. Never ones to turn down free food that someone else was paying for.
Daniel crossed his fingers together as he smiled at them, glancing over at Cherrie every few seconds to make sure that she was still there and not going anywhere.
"Oh ya know.. just wanted to enjoy a special night with my amazing friends who would support me and always have my back no matter what.." he laid it on pretty thick.
They looked even more alarmed when he gave them a slightly guilty smile , shifting in his seat restlessly .
Lando winced "oh god what did you do now?-"
Max had already spotted the reason for their friends sheepishness a few tables down, groaning loudly in disbelief as he glared at Daniel in annoyance .
"You can't be serious mate! Did you know she was going to be here?!" He then answered his own question bedore Daniel could say a thing.
“Of course you knew she was here! Fucking hell danny!"
Lando followed his line of sight, eyes widening at the sight of Cherrie and Matt holding hands, clearly on a date.
Looking over at Daniel who was shamelessly grinning at them, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh my god!" He giggled while max shook his head disapprovingly . Two different reactions to the situation.
"What are you going to do? They're on a date!"
Daniel just ran a hand through his hair and straightened out his smart white dress shirt with his hand the best that he could .
"I'm just gonna make sure that's she's having a good time." He casually answered them "something that she can't be having without me! I'm going to make her night even better!" He told them confidently .
Lando continued giggling at him, while max just shook his head at him in disapproval.
"Daniel.." he sighed putting his face in his hands knowing that they were about to get dragged into his idiotic plans too.
“Matt is not going to be happy if you crash their date. He already looked like he wanted to smack you yesterday." He stated matter of factly.
Daniel just nodded along uncaringly "that's why you guys are here. For backup." He casually informed them of their roles.
Which made lando promptly stop giggling, eyeing him with sudden worry.
"Mate I hope you aren't expecting me to fight him if it all kicks off! He's massive! He'd crush me!" He almost squeaked , eyes wide as he looked over at cherries new boyfriend worriedly .
Daniel just rolled his eyes as though he was the silly one .
"That's why I brought max as well. He doesn't stand a chance against all three of us against him . We're like the dream team!" He beamed at them.
Max deadpanned at him. Utterly fed up.
Ignoring their expressions , Daniel let his smile fade for a moment . Getting serious again.
"-and anyway I did some digging into this guy and he's not who he says he is." He whispered to them.
Lando , if possible, looked even more worried.
“He's secretly in the mafia and going to kill us?" He blurted out, scared.
Both Daniel and max gave him a weird look.
Daniel just snorted "no. It's even worse.. he's married! He's got a wife in Dubai!" He told them the shocking news that he had found out.
Both of his friends gaped at him in shock.
"Holy shit are you serious?" Max gasped alongside lando.
Daniel nodded his head , face set. "Serious as fuck guys. And judging by the love of my lifes gorgeous and innocent ... so fucking pure and easily tricked- god bless her- I mean look at how cute she looks with her perfect-" he started to get distracted as he gazed at her longingly.
Max clicked his fingers in front of his face impatiently, snapping him out of it.
"What is the plan then? She clearly doesn't know!" Max's own protectiveness for Cherrie shone through. The two having become good friends over the years of driving together.
The last thing he wanted was to see her get fucked over.
"This is terrible .." lando groaned , still worried about the possibility of having to fight a man twice his size in height and width .
Daniel sighed "I know. I was thinking we just go over there and act normal. And I'll just keep bringing up marriage and shit like that to make him squirm."
Max slowly nodded his head , frowning.
“So we're gonna trick him into admitting it?" He said.
Lando groaned again in misery .
Daniel smiled brightly , nodding his head in conformation.
"Yep! Now come on. Lers not waste any time!" He said Before springing to his feet and making his way over to their table confidentially.
Leaving max and lando to trail after him reluctantly , lando looking over at max worriedly.
"This ain't going to end well is it?" He guessed.
Max just pursed his lips and sighed "just remember to duck If you see a fist swinging your way." He muttered to him before plastering a smile on his face as they came to stop beside their table.
"Well howdy! What are the chances of bumping into you two here!" Daniel exclaimed loudly startling them as he grabbed a chair from an empty table and dragged it over to theirs , legs screeching against the marble floor noisily .
Cherrie gaped up at him in disbelief while matts face dropped at the sight of him .
"What the fuck?" She blurted out in shock as max and lando did the same thing, pulling up chairs to join their table casually .
Lando gave her a sheepish wave, too afraid to look her god like boyfriend in the eye.
"You've got to be joking.." Matt muttered, pissed off at the interruption .
Daniel ignored it. Instead he looked over at Cherrie in a glittering red dress and perfectly curled hair, letting out a amazed sigh.
"Wow. You look beautiful cher." He told her honestly before lifting up her hand from the table and admiring her pretty rings.
"Kind of looks like an engagement ring. Or a wedding ring.." he empathised as he side eyed Matt as he said it. Not being subtle at all.
Max and lando grimaced , sharing a look as they watched anger flash across both of the men's faces , though Daniel did a better job at concealing his rage than her boyfriend did.
Cherrie giggled obviously, cheeks flushing as Daniel lifted up her hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles .
"What are you guys doing here? We're kind of on a date .." she pointedly reminded them, seeing Matt glaring at them from the corner of her eye and holding back a wince .
Daniel just shrugged "just thought we'd check out the food here! We might as well group together now though. Much funner!" He looked over to Matt challengingly.
"you don't mind us dining with you do you mate? We can all get to know you a little better then.." he eyed him, holding back the urge to scream cheating liar in his face like he wanted to.
Matt gritted his teeth, smiling forcefully back at him.
"Not at all. I'm an open book." He lied.
All of her friends rose their eyebrows at that.
"Is it a book of lies he's talking about?" Max muttered beneath his breath, unamused.
Lando grinned behind his hand , keeping his eyes on the menu in front of him.
Daniel exhaled loudly "fantastic!" He then proceeded to call over the waiter and ordered food for them, explaining that they were sharing a table now.
After they had all put their orders in, Daniel interlaced his fingers together and rested his chin ontop of them as he looked down the table at her boyfriend with a smile.
"So Matt...you like rings?" He blurted out.
Cherrie giving him a weird look while max and lando looked at him in disbelief at his lack of subtly .
"What are you going on about doofus?" Cherrie laughed, feeling Daniels foot knocking against her own underneath the table . Hooking their ankles together like he always did.
Daniel just shrugged , eye twitching . "I'm just saying.. you look like a fashionable guy yet I see no jewellery on your hands.." he pointed out, wondering where the asshole put his wedding ring when he was playing Cheater.
Matt paused and eyed him for a moment before answering tensely .
"Rings aren't my thing." He muttered .
Daniel snorted "oh really?"
Max nudged his shoulder warningly once he noticed Matt glaring at them suspiciously.
Cherrie awkwardly laughed when a tense silence settled over the table . Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and picking up the bottle of wine from the table and pouring herself a big glass.
"Daniel stop being weird. He doesn't have to wear rings if he doesn't want to. Not everyone can pull it off." She joked , smiling at her boyfriend apologetically .
He just rolled his eyes.
Daniel thought about hitting him with his car for disrespecting her like that.
"Speaking of rings .. I saw some realty nice wedding rings in a jewellers on our way here." He continued to put empathise on the word wedding.
"Some really nice ones for the wife and the husband .."
Cherrie tilted her head in confusion. "Why were you looking at wedding rings?" She asked him, hoping to hell and back that he didn't have another girl in mind to marry.
She didn't want to share him with anybody else . as soon as the thought passed her mind she felt guilty. Daniel wasn't hers to keep.
Plus , she had a boyfriend . She reminded herself , taking a large swing of her wine to soothe the ache.
Daniel just grinned over at her, admiring how pretty she looked under the chandelier light.
"For our future wedding obviously . Although I was thinking we could get mood rings.. so that every time I was unsure of how you felt I could just look at your finger and be like 'yep she's pissed!'" He laughed, although he was hundred percent serious.
Max placed his face in his hands , wincing at the look on matts face .
Because only Daniel would tell a woman that he was going to marry her right in front of her ripped boyfriend who could easily break them all in half.
Cherrie gasped , laughing at his idea.
“Oh my god that's actually a good idea!" She exclaimed bedore looking to her left and seeing her boyfriend glaring at her , unamused.
Her laughter quickly dying off as she cleared her throat and quickly added "I mean, for your future wife. Not me!" Draining the rest of her glass and quickly pouring herself another one.
Daniel smiled thankfully at the waiter as he put all their plates in front of them. Thanking him as he set down a plate of spaghetti and meatballs in front of him.
"You ever thought about getting married Matt?" He tested him again.
Twirling the spaghetti around his fork and shoving it into his mouth as he stared him down waiting for his answer.
Matt tensed up, clenching his jaw as he glared back at him . His eyes flickering away from Cherrie's quickly when she looked over at him curiously.
"Not really." He muttered , getting more and more pissed off by the second.
Daniel hummed mockingly "that's a surprise .. you look like the kind of man that would have a wife already." He bluntly said.
Smirking smugly at the look of fury he shot him. Clearly clicking onto his accusing tone.
Cherrie frowned over at Daniel disapprovingly , completely oblivious to what was going on.
"Daniel! Leave him alone!" She scolded him before eyeing his plate hungrily . Regretting not getting the same thing.
Seeing her eyeing his food, he twirled a large piece of spaghetti and meatball around his fork before reaching over the table and placing the fork at her lips.
She parted them and let him feed her some of his food, humming happily at the taste . Swallowing it down bedore smiling at him gratefully .
"It's good. You wanna swap?" She questioned him
Hopefully .
Daniel just laughed and slid her plate of chicken pasta over to himself instead . Passing her his plate and grinning at the happy little dance she did im her seat as she dug straight into his food.
"I knew she'd want the spaghetti!" He chuckled , shaking his head at how predictable she was.
"You always want whatever I'm having!" He found it both amusing and endearing at the same time. Nine out of ten times they ended up switching plates when they were out to eat.
Cherrie just grinned cheekily back at him "you always get the best food it's not my fault!" She giggled.
Max eyed Matt uneasily , noticing the way he looked like he was going to pop a vein from how hard he was scowling at them.
He nudged lando to look as well, lando inhaling shakily at the sight .
"Shite.." he breathed out sending a quick prayer that they lived to see tomorrow after this.
"Are you two always like this?" Matt almost spat out angrily towards them.
Cherrie froze with her fork halfway to her mouth, blinking at him in confusion.
“Hungry?" She had no idea what he was on about. So used to their closeness that she didn't even notice it anymore.
Daniel answered for her "in tune with each other? It comes around years of love and bonding . We're soulmates." He told him without any shame.
Lando almost whimpered in fear at the balls he had to say that to her massive , muscle head boyfriend .
Matt glared at him angrily "don't you think that's crossing a line? She's with me." He snapped at him.
Daniel pulled a surprised face "is she? I hadn't noticed!" He grinned finding it hilarious .
Cherrie looked betweeen the two of them with wide wide eyes, still eating her food slowly as she wondered if she was missing something.
"He means it platonically." She finally spoke up to her boyfriend . Hoping to make him feel better.
Matt just looked back at her in disbelief .
Even lando and max were looking at her in amusement , wondering if she actually believed the bullshit that she was saying .
She didn’t .
Daniel snorted , shaking his head . "I mean it universally. She's the ying to my yang, the tongue to my mouth, the cheeks to my ass , the pepperoni to my pizza-" he could have went on and on.
Max quickly cut him off before he could , huffing out a amused laugh.
“Okay mate. I think we get it!" Side Eyeing Matt's reddening face cautiously.
Cherrie was giggling to herself as she downed yet another glass of wine, already on her way to being drunk. Having had the full bottle to herself .
She smiled over at Daniel, flattered. "That's so sweet! We should get matching tattoos like those bff necklaces that we used to have." She randomly blurted out.
Daniel grinned smugly "used to have?" Then he pulled down his shirt and pulled out the half heart necklaces that had 'best' engraved on it , waving it at her proudly .
“I never took it off baby!"
Cherrie gasped loudly , laughing in amazement as she got up from her seat and quickly jogged around the table to his side.
Bending down slightly so that she could take ahold of the silver pendant , eyes widening in amazement that he still had it.
"Dude!" She exclaimed grinning up at him happily "I can't believe you still wear it! I feel bad now!"
Daniel ruffled her hair and gently helped her to her feet, wrapping his arm loosely around her hips as she stood next to him while he was sat down.
Looking up at her fondly "of course I did! It's like a contract! A promise! Plus I knew that you would lose your half of the heart , you clumsily idiot!" He blew a raspberry on her side to make her laugh.
Cherrie's giggling was cut short as she felt another hand take ahold of the top of her dress and yank her away.
Head snapping down to look at Matt who was glaring at her , pulling her to his side roughly .
Max inhaled sharply "shit." He breathed out as he and lando watched the smile drop from Daniels face immediately at his actions.
Glaring over at Matt furiously "don't fucking pull her around like that!" He snapped at him, clenching his fist as he watched Cherrie wobble in her heels, clearly drunk.
"It's okay.." she mumbled trying to keep the peace, leaning over the table to pour herself another glass of wine casually .
Daniel scoffed angrily "no it isn't." He spat, leaning forward in his seat so he could see past her to glare at the lying , cheating bastard that dared to touch the love of his life like that.
Matt scowled at him hatefully "shut up man. She's my girlfriend! You have no place to be telling me what I can and can't do." He spat back at him.
Cherrie just stumbled her way back over to her seat , eyeing the leftover piece of Potato on lando's plate hungrily .
Nudging him with her foot she whispered loudly, ignoring the death stares that the two men were giving each other at the table.
"lando? Can I have that potato?" Not caring about the drama surrounding her.
Lando blinked at her in disbelief , wondering how she could be so calm and unbothered while her best friend and boyfriend were about to go at each others throats in a restaurant.
He silently passed her his plate, unable to help the little look of judgment he gave her , before sighing shakily as he looked back over to Daniel and Matt. Not wanting to miss a thing.
Daniel let out a cold laugh "oh really? Your girlfriend is she? How many of those do you have on the side huh? Or is she the only one?!" He gripped the table cloth between his fingertips so tightly that they went white.
Max shuffled his seat away from the table readily , tensing up as he watched them closely . Ready to intervene .
Matt glared at him , his eyes flickering over to Cherrie who was stuffing her face with potato's ,
Not even listening to them. Before he looked back at Daniel threatengily.
"You need to shut your mouth. You don't know what your talking about." He spat at him.
Daniel scoffed hatefully at him "would your wife know what I'm talking about then?" He shot back at him, abruptly getting to his feet.
"Christ." Lando whimpered sinking lower in his seat.
Side Eyeing Cherrie who was still stealing food off everyone's plates while they were preoccupied .
Matt shoved himself to his feet as well, puffing out his chest to make himself even bigger.
Gritting just teeth at him "shut the fuck up!"
Daniel laughed "no I don't think I will! You're not lying to my girl and getting away with it you steroid thumping- cheating bastard!" He snapped at him furiously bedore suddenly launching himself across the table at him.
Making the both of them crash against the next table as people screamed and gasped in shock as they started wrestling on the restaurant floor.
"I'm going to kill you!" Daniel shouted down at him , barely dodging a punch to his nose as Matt threw him off him easily , sending him crashing into another table before he jumped him. Fist swinging.
Max quickly ran over to them and threw himself ontop of matts back, wrapping his arms around his ridiculously large shoulders as he tried to yank him off Daniel. Barely moving him at all.
"Lando some help please!” He shouted over to him in annoyance , grunting as he narrowly avoided a elbow to his face.
Lando winced as he watched Matt manage to land a nasty punch to Daniels cheek making him groan loudly before he bitch slapped him back the same way that he had watched Cherrie slap her girlfriend before when they got into a catty fight.
Cherrie finally looked up from her plate and frowned at the scene in front of her , eyes widening once she saw the blood on her best friends cheek.
"What the fuck!" She shot up out of her seat, stumbling for a moment , utterly drunk as she pulled off her heels and held one of them in her hand as she stumbled over to them quickly .
Lando hurriedly following her , half hiding behind her as he picked up a plate from the table on his way.
Sending a apologetic grimace to the guests at the table that Daniel and Matt had crashed into.
"Sorry about this guys. He's in love." Lando simply explained to them like that answered everything.
"You fucking dickhead! You think that because you look like a Greek god that you can just treat women like this?!" Daniel screamed at him as he finally managed to push him off him, sending max flying too as Matt toppled over to the side.
Daniel quickly got behind him and wrapped his arm around his head, getting him in a headlock , grunting when Matt knocked his head back and hit him in the chin with it.
"Fucking cunt!" He panted struggling to keep ahold of him.
Before his eyes widened as he glanced up to see Cherrie in front of them , holding her high heel above matts crotch with a pissed off glare on
Her pretty face.
Matt yelling and groaning in pain as she hit him in the dick with her high heel.
"How dare you punch Daniel! You wanker! If that leaves even the smallest of scars I will make sure that you never see the sun again you bastard!" She shouted at him furiously .
Stumbling backwards slightly when Matt somehow managed to launch himself back to his feet, Daniel quickly jumping up as well as he tried to get at him again.
"You're not worth all this shit! You stupid bitch-"
He didn't even get to take another threatening step towards her bedore lando let out a loud war cry and went flying towards him with a plate full of spaghetti held high in his hand.
Max , Daniel and Cherrie could only watch with gaping mouths as lando smacked him over the head with the plate of spaghetti furiously , Matt going down like a sack of potato's as he knocked him
Straight out.
"Don't call my friend a bitch! You-you bitch!" He panted , kicking him in the side as adrenaline coursed through his body.
Max looked around at the shocked restaurant guests , the manager quickly hurrying over to them angrily.
"You go before I call the police! You're banned for life !" He warned them angrily.
Max grimaced apologetically at him as he took ahold of lando's arm who was still trying to kick Matt who was now out cold on the floor.
Dragging him towards the exit like he was an unruly child . "sorry! We'll pay for any damages!" He promised him.
Daniel quickly doing the same with Cherrie , only he picked her up bridal style and gave a casual nod to the traumatised guests before hurrying them out of the doors.
Lando was already in the car , laughing and crying "oh my god I thought I was going to die!" He dramatically shouted as max started up the car , wanting to get them the hell away before they all got arrested .
Daniel slid into the back of the car , Cherrie leaning against his side as he buckled the both of them in.
Wincing at the stinging on his cheek, laughing despite the pain as he looked over at lando proudly.
"That was amazing lando! Very heroic!" He praised him.
Cherrie dabbed a napkin that she had took from the table against his cheek in concern , tilting his head towards her so she could see the start of a black eye already forming.
"Oh no. You're beautiful face.." she whined still drunk as she blinked up at him sadly.
More worried about his face than she was about her now unconscious ex boyfriend.
Daniel smiled at her the best he could, wrapping his arm around the back of her neck so that her head could rest in the crook of his elbow. Gently nudging their noses together like he always did.
"I'm okay. It's just gonna make me look even more badass than before." He reassured her casually as max sped down the streets.
Cherrie giggled a little , gazing into his pretty eyes in adoration .
“The way you jumped across that table was really hot." She blurted out honestly, biting down on her bottom lip as she thought about it.
Max grimaced deeply as he eyed them in his mirror, lando still rambling on about how cool he felt hitting Matt with a plate of spaghetti, re-enacting it like he hadn't been there to see it himself .
Daniel smirked down at her , heart racing in his chest at the way she was looking at him.
"Yeah? How hot?" He teased her , pulling her even closer.
She sighed dazedly "pantie dropping hot." She told him unashamedly .
Daniel chuckled as he looked down at her , smiling smugly.
“Hot enough for you to give me a chance now that idiot has been dealt with?" He threw all caution to the wind and went for it.
Pumped up with adrenaline from fighting a muscle head , underwear model. He felt pretty unbeatable then. Like he could do anything.
Cherrie hummed thoughtfully "a chance for what?" She still wasn't getting it.
Max groaned loudly and looked back at her in disbelief as they pulled up to a red light.
"Seriously? Even after that you still don't know?!" He exclaimed in shock wondering how oblivious she could be.
She just shook her head in confusion.
Max almost wanted to shake her.
Daniel was just giggling to himself , already used to her obliviousness to the obvious around her.
God, he loved her . He did. But the love of his life wasn’t the brightest spark.
It was a good job that she was pretty.
"He's wants to be your boyfriend!" Max almost shouted at her.
Wondering what more Daniel could have possibly done to show her how much he loved her.
He had flew across a table and tussled with a muscle man almost twice his size for her! While she just sat back and mugged their plates while they were busy fighting!
He couldn't believe it!
"Oh." Cherrie simply let out . Before smiling at Daniel happily .
“Why didn't you just say so?" She casually answered.
Daniel blinked at her in amazement. "You mean that i could have just asked you out years ago and you would have said yes?" The astonishment was clear in his voice.
Squeezing his eyes shut in misery at himself when she nodded her head yes, looking amused.
"Wow. I wish I knew that sooner .." he breathed out , chuckling despite himself as he reopened his eyes and looked down at her .
Squeezing her flushed cheeks gently between his fingers till her lips puckered , he tilted his chin down and kissed her instead of speaking anymore about his own personal stupidity .
They could laugh about that later .
Nestling his fingers into her hair as she hummed against his mouth, tilting her head to deepen the kiss as she hooked one of her legs over his hip as he twisted his body towards her the best that he could in the cramped space.
Moaning lowly in his chest as she sucked on his tongue , her hand slipping underneath his shirt , making his skin breakout in goosebumps from her soft touch.
"I love you. Fuck.." he murmured over and over again against her lips .
Grabbing her ass with his other hand and giving it a squeeze like he had wanted to for so long.
Cherrie smiled against his mouth as he started kissing down her neck, sucking at her soft skin and making her moan as she rocked against him, tangling her hands into his hair before pulling his mouth back up to her own as they made out like a couple of horny teenagers in the backseat of the car.
"I love you." Cherrie promised him as she pulled open his shirt with one tug, the buttons flying everywhere .
Daniel just groaned blissfully , wondering if he was in heaven as he snaked his tongue into her mouth and pulled her dress even further up
her thighs.
Max looked in the mirror and gasped in disgust and horror at the sight of them practically having sex in his car while he was driving too!
"Stop that!" He snapped at them . Eyeing the giggling lando beside him disapprovingly .
"None of that in my car! Daniel get your hands out of her panties!" He yelled at him frantically , quickly speeding down the highway to get them to Daniels house first. Not wanting to witness them two going at it.
He felt like he might be sick just at the thought!
Lando just grinned as he leaned his head through the seats to look back at them.
"Well done Daniel! I'm so proud of you!" He exclaimed happily.
Having spent years listening to Daniel go on and on about how she was the love of his life.
Daniel panted breathlessly as he forced his lips away from cherries, face dazed as he grinned lazily back at his friend.
Reaching his free hand out for him to high five while max just regretted his entire existence in the drivers seat.
"Thanks mate!" He grinned bedore leaning back in his seat and attacking her neck again. Not giving a single shit now that he had the love of his life in his lap.
Cherrie tilited her head as he kissed down her neck again, lazily grinning before reaching her arm forward and tapping Max's shoulder to get his attention.
"Do you have any condoms?" She asked him casually just as they pulled up outside Daniels place.
Max just deadpanned at her , unamused as Daniel opened the door and flung himself out of the car, giving Cherrie his hand as he told her to hurry up.
"No I don't. Get out. I have seen more of you than I have ever wanted to." He bluntly said, fed up with the both of them .
Lando pulled out a row of condoms from his wallet and handed it to her with a shit eating grin.
"Here ya go!"
Cherrie beamed "thanks Mate! I'll see you soon! This was fun! We should have dinner again sometime!" She chirped bedore clumsily ducking her head and crawling out from the backseat.
Max inhaled sharply as he reached out and yanked down the end of her dress that had ridden up to show them her ass on complete display.
"Nice thong Cherrie!" Lando giggled childishly as she stumbled out, Daniel immediately scooping her up like a fireman and running to his door with her.
Both of them laughing like naughty kids as they started making out again.
Leaving max to shake his head in disbelief. Making sure that they both got into the house safely before finally pulling away.
"They're unbelievable." He muttered grinning despite himself.
“Fuckin' made for each other.” He laughed.
He was never accepting a dinner invitation from Daniel again!
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Crossing the Line | Part 12
Using the word ‘Conflicted’ for what Eddie was currently feeling was… an understatement. On the one hand, good lord he’d almost came in his jeans from just a tongue down his throat, a very very talented tongue belonging to a very very attractive man. On the other, that man had basically just pretended to like his music to get into his pants.
Eddie had never had that happen before. He didn’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.
He did, however, know that he was ignoring the DM on Insta from that very same attractive man, the message full of blushy emojis and how he’d ‘forgotten’ to leave his number, dropping the digits right there in plain view.
He had Steve Harrington’s personal phone number. Holy shit.
He was ignoring it. Left it on read. Didn’t know what to do with it. If push came to shove and he made a decision in Steve’s favour then he’d just claim he was busy with the band at the shitty diner after the show. He stuffed a handful of lukewarm fries in his mouth, ketchup smearing the corners of his lips. If he decided against Steve then… he’d block him and forget all about him, and hope he wouldn’t show up at the coffee shop.
“I mean, if they were earplugs, then they were pretty shit earplugs, Eds” Gareth was the only one supplying a sound argument, he had ulterior motives though, he had bias to stick up for Steve! He was aiming to get the hell out of retail, and it showed.
“What?” Frank cut in with that expression on his face that blatantly said are you hearing this shit?
“I mean, he answered us all pretty easily, he had a full conversation with us! Didn’t even seem like he was struggling to hear us. Earplugs would have made it difficult to hear, right? Maybe they were something else!” All very valid points. Or… a very valid singular point.
“No he didn’t, dude, he vaguely responded to Jeff’s babbling, that he definitely could have vaguely heard through the earplugs, then left. I dunno about you but sometimes, I can definitely hear around earplugs, they’re probably just the cheap ones you get at the airport or something.”
“Dude what is your deal?”
“What’s my deal? Why are you so pro Steve Harrington?”
“He’s sick of Paul.” Jeff supplied helpfully around the straw of his chocolate milkshake.
“It’s Ralph, Paul quit last month remember?”
“Whaaatt Paul quit? Man what about him and Rhonda?"
“That’s why he quit! She got a promotion, and they couldn’t work toge—what am I even, this isn’t about Paul and Rhonda!”
“Shut up!!” Eddie’s outburst silenced the others, and also gained the attention of the drunk teens across the diner, they didn’t move though, stared for a second, before going back to their terrible ‘night out’ food. “What should I do?” He couldn’t make a decision on his own. There were too many what ifs, too many how dare he’s, too many thoughts and they were all so very loud. His friends talking over each other really wasn’t helping. “Should I… confront him? Should I just ask him about it, should I ignore him completely and hope he just goes away?”
“I think, you should talk to him.” Eddie looked up, the returning figure of the angel of Corroded Coffin, his original best friend, honorary band member. Chrissy. The girl carrying two shakes, followed closely by Nancy. “Listen, ignoring Gareth’s need to get away from retail, sorry Gare”
“It’s cool, I’ve accepted my fate.”
“Ignoring Jeff’s blatant hero worship.”
“He’s known worldwide, he did modelling in Japan, Chris! He’s a massive star!”
“And ignoring Frank’s scepticism.”
“The only sane person here you mean. Nobody recognised him tonight, Jeff, worldwide my ass.”
“Ignoring, them.” Chrissy sighed, placing hers and Nancy’s shakes down before climbing into the booth beside Eddie, Nancy following suit forcing him up against the wall. “I think you should give him a chance. He’s come all this way, he paid for tickets to see you even though he obviously didn’t have to. Did you talk to him while the others were out of the room?”
“Mhm”
“And did he talk back without any issue?”
“…Yeah.”
“Okay, so, these earplugs might not even be earplugs. There’s plenty of things that they could be! Hell, he could have issues with his eardrums for all we know! That’s pretty common in the music industry” loud instruments, huge speakers around you, he could have just been born with it for all they knew “—and there’s earplug looking things that help with eardrum issues, they could even be those sneaky 'invisible' hearing aids! You should talk to him, it’s the only way you’re gonna know for sure.”
“You just wanna flirt with his friend some more.”
“Frank I swear to god.”
“She’s right” Nancy sighed “try conjuring an ulterior motive for me you little shit.” Nancy levelled Frank with a sharp glare, he wisely chose to stay silent. She looked back to Eddie with a small smile “He spoke with me too, even over the music near the bar so I don’t think they were earplugs either. And you like him, right?”
“…I really do.” He hadn’t at first, he’d made assumptions, he’d jumped to conclusions, he’d let his music snobbery get the best of him, but then he did his research. Then he looked the guy up, his accomplishments, his skills, his general personality that shined like sunlight around the right people, he took what’d happened at the coffee shop into consideration, and then the kiss… his lips still tingled, his neck still tingled! His body still craved what’d been abruptly cut short. “He’s… he’s really nice, Nance…”
“Yeah, he seems really nice, and if he’s not? I have a revolver in my glove box.” Eddie let out a soft breath of a laugh, which lit Nancy’s face up as if she’d taken that as a personal victory. “Reply to the text, or DM, or whatever he’s sent you, I saw you looking at it on the way over here. Set something up and ask him when you get there, you’ll only regret it if you don’t.”
“…We’re supposed to be having dinner tomorrow night where he’s staying, just me and him.” And he was… so nervous didn’t seem quite the right word for how nervous he actually was. What would happen if he went? That kiss had turned filthy so quickly and he’d wanted it. He’d wanted it so badly, would tomorrow be the night? Should he prepare or—
“Great! Set up a time and find out the address.” Nancy didn’t even give him time to step onto the spiral. “It’ll be okay, we’re a call away if something goes wrong, or if he turns out to be an asshole, alright?”
“…Alright. Now let me dip my fries in your shake.”
“Ew, no!”
Part 14
#PirateWrites#crossing the line#Steddie#Ficlet#no upside down au#Nancy and Chrissy are honorary band members lmao
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AITA for breaking up with my boyfriend shortly after his mom died?
This was over 10 years ago, but it still weighs on me often. I feel like a terrible person for it.
Me (15-19F) and my boyfriend (15-19M) who we'll call Dave had been dating for a little over four years. He was my first and to this day only boyfriend, and he was great. The only thing was that he regularly ignored my boundaries and would touch me or make me do things I wasn't comfortable with. If I didn't immediately agree or pushed his hands away, he would keep trying or guilt trip me until I gave in. It was never anything too bad, mostly just intimate touching and kissing, but it was enough that it made me extremely nervous to be around him. He also thought my shyness and anxiety were cute and would often joke that he would embarrass me in public by making out with me in front of my parents or that he was going to propose to me. Again, nothing bad, but he did a lot of things that made me deeply anxious just to get a "cute" reaction out of me, and it caused me a lot of stress to the point that sometimes I would get a sick stomach before going on dates. I ignored it though, because I loved him and I knew he loved me.
Then there was Dave's sister and friends at school. One of the girls, we'll call her Mary, was in love with Dave. But since he was dating me, she hated me, despite that she never met me because I had left for another highschool. This also meant that her friends and Dave's sister hated me. They stole my number from his phone and constantly sent me texts calling me terrible things and trying to threaten me into breaking up with Dave. I tried to reason with them and apologize if I had done anything to make them so angry but that only made it worse. Eventually I told Dave and his reaction seemed to imply he already knew, but he said he would do something about it. It stopped for a little while but went on for about a year before I guess they got tired of harassing me. Dave never said anything beyond "I'll do something" and I always wondered why he never comforted me or never said anything else. We were around seventeen at the time, maybe we were just stupid teenagers who were bad at communicating. But the year of stress around his sister and friends didn't help my anxiety around dating him.
During these four years, dates or phonecalls with Dave, which I had to tiptoe around because my dad didn't like him and didn't want me to date at all, became so stressful that I now realize it triggered anxiety attacks. I realized during the last year that I wanted to break up with him, but it was around that time that his mom, who had been diagnosed with cancer for several years, worsened. I felt I couldn't break up with him then because he had too much on his plate and I needed to support him. So I did, and when he called me to tell me she had died, I talked with him on the phone for hours, and I went to her funeral.
I don't remember how much time passed after that before I decided I had to break up with him. That time is a blur. It was several months, at least, I think, and a decision I finally made because I couldn't take the stress anymore. We were mostly long distance at that point, just starting college, and I'm ashamed to say that I broke up with him over email saying that long distance was too hard and that we didn't have as much in common anymore. I apologized and told him I would still like to be friends. He was sad about it but seemed okay, except between normal chats, he would ask me over and over again why we couldn't get back together and what he did wrong. In hindsight, I should have told him. But I was stupid, scared, and not as good as communication as I am now, so I doubled down on my reasoning, which wasn't a lie, but it was only a half truth. This went on and off for about a year until a friend at school told me I should block his number. I did. I feel bad about that too.
I don't regret breaking up with him, but sometimes I think about this and I feel like a complete monster for it anyway. I should have told him "no" more firmly when he would cross boundaries, and been more up front with how he made me feel. Maybe he just didn't know?
If I'm the asshole here, please be nice, but be honest. This guilt eats me alive some nights and I wonder if I should call him to tell him the truth and that I'm so sorry. I haven't dated anyone since because I'm scared I'll hurt them, too.
What are these acronyms?
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Ours #5
(Shikamaru Nara Smut)
[Artwork is not mine! Credit to PEIEN516]
Requested by: Anonymous
Word Count: 4,481 (I'm sorry it's so long, I didn't think it was gonna be this long)
Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
Name Calling: Un/Pretty Girl, Sir, Spoiled, Brat
DD/LG Themes: Daily Routine Control,
Hair Pulling
Praising
Spanking
Creampie
Talk about weight (nothing terrible, I just know it can be a sensitive topic)
Oral (Fe/male receiving)
Breeding Kink
Vibrator
Overstimulation
Pantie Gag
Begging
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"Pretty Girl. Pretty Girl, it's time for you to wake up," Shikamaru's voice soothes me out of sleep, kisses brushed to my neck and his hands sliding over my stomach under my shirt. "You need to get up so I can get you ready before my first meeting, do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I grumble, my voice dry from the night and still groggy with sleep. I wrap my arms around Shika's shoulders, tugging myself closer to him before digging my nose into his neck.
He laughs softly, lifting me out of the bed. I shiver from the loss of the bedding heat, clinging to him more, trying to collect warmth from his body. "What should I make you for breakfast? Rice and peaches or rice and bananas with honey?"
"Bananas and honey," I whisper against him, softly digging my teeth into his clothed shoulder. "Please?"
"Anything for my Pretty Girl," he coos, the sound of a kitchen chair being moved following Shika's softness. His movements are slow and gentle as he settles me into the chair, pecking my lips before leaving me shivering in the cold room.
"Good morning," he continues to coo when he returns, wrapping a throw blanket across my lap, and helping me cuddle into it before kissing me again. "Who's a sleep girl? Are you sleepy? Yes, you are," he gently mocks, cupping my face as his thumbs slide under my eyes. "My sleepy girl." Another peck to my lips until I'm left alone again, Shika sliding away to finish making my breakfast.
I rest my head on the table, tugging the blanket further up my body as I wait for my food. I don't have to wait long, courtesy of Shikamaru starting my breakfast before he wakes me. When he returns he's balancing two bowls - one of rice and one with my fruit - and two cups - one filled with water and my cup of coffee to follow the water.
"Lift your head," he orders, setting down the dishes before using my hair to tug my head up. "Pretty Girl," he praises, settling into the chair next to me. Shikamaru continues to coo at me, telling me how pretty I am, how lucky he is to have me, and how he can't wait to marry me, as I eat. "Pretty, pretty girl," he compliments once more, pecking my lips before starting to clean up my dishes. "Go wait for me in the bathroom, okay?"
I nod my head slowly, waiting for my coffee to kick in. "Spoiled," he says, losing his soft morning voice because of my lack of obedience.
"I'll wait in the bathroom for you, Sir."
My quick fix is rewarded by a string of kisses littered across my face. "That's my Pretty Girl. What a good girl I have. Good girl." I nod along to my compliments tilting my head toward him as I half listen.
Shikamaru is always gentle with me in the morning, softly cooing and coddling me as he directs me through my routine. This is usually the only time he truly gets to be the soft dom he is at heart, courtesy of me being a brat throughout the day. It gives our dynamic a nice balance, an hour or two in the morning of me obeying so Shika can coddle to counteract all my antics throughout the day.
I know he enjoys me misbehaving and getting to punish me throughout the day, but I also know he enjoys the moments I simply behave and blindly obey him. It reminds Shikamaru how much I trust him to lead me and make decisions for me. It reminds me how much he loves me and cares for me.
I sulk away, heading towards the bathroom. I snap the light of the room on before climbing onto the counter, resting my back against the mirror, and letting my legs dangle over the countertop. Slowly my caffeine starts working, sweeping away the reminder of sleep trapped behind my eyes. "Shika!" I whine, my impatience for his attention building.
"One second. Let me finish making your lunch."
"One second!" I mock, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth when he lets out a sigh.
Shika isn't wrong - mostly because it's rare for him to be wrong in the first place. His footsteps fill the house as he heads my way, stopping to lean in the doorway as he looks at me. "You're beautiful."
"You're handsome," I echo, letting my eyes tumble around his frame.
He moves forward, pressing another kiss against my lips before pulling away. My eyes follow his movements, watching him prep my toothbrush before giving it to me. I do what is expected of me, brushing my teeth under Shikamaru's watchful eyes.
"Are they clean?" He mumbles, his hand cupping my cheeks, forcing my mouth open so he can double-check. "Do it again," he mutters, slightly pushing his dominance. Again, I fall into compliance, brushing my teeth for the second time, my mouth falling open when I'm done. Shika nods in approval, letting me know I can rinse my mouth out. What a cocky little thing he can be sometimes.
Once my mouth is rinsed, I sit up straight again, face turned up as I wait for the next step of my morning routine. Shikamaru wets a cloth before using a hand to hold my chin in once. His free hand rubs the cloth over my face, his touch gentle and soft, and his eyes locked on me. "I love you," he whispers, bopping my nose before focusing on my forehead.
"I love you," I echo again, my hands moving up to cling to the wrist holding my head still.
I get another kiss before he pulls away from me, dousing his hands in the water before coating them with my face wash. He falls back in place before his fingers again are gentle and nimble, rubbing the soap across my skin. "I have left you a list of chores to do while I'm at work today."
"I wanted to go to the office with you," I whine, squeezing his wrists I've wrapped my hands around again.
"I know but the house needs attention. If all the chores get done before I come home for my lunch you can spend the other half of the day at the office with me, okay?" Shika promises, pulling away to wash his hands and grab the cloth again.
"Yes, Sir," I mutter, clinging to the same part of him as he carefully wipes the soap from my face.
"There's my Pretty Girl," he coos, another string of pecks peppered to my lips. I'm lifted off the counter and settled on my feet as Shikamaru's hands rub up and down my sides. "Go wait as I clean up, okay?"
"Yes, Sir," I repeat, scurrying away to wait for him to put away the few items used in the bathroom. I settle on the edge of the bed, eagerly waiting for Shika to join me in the bedroom.
My stomach is already churning by the time he joins in the room. "Pretty Girl," he coos, slowly walking towards me. "Strip." I obey instantly, tugging my pj top off before wiggling out of my shorts and panties. "You've been so good this morning," Shika coos, falling to his knees on the ground. "My Pretty Girl deserves a reward. What do you want your reward to be?"
"Fuck me, please," I mumble, rubbing my thighs together.
"Is that the only thing you want?" He asks, peeling my thighs apart, his eyes locked on my cunt.
"No," I mutter, wiggling around because of his intense stare. "Could you... I want... please?"
"Use your words," Shikamaru orders, blowing a soft breath over my arousal. "I can't give you what you want if I don't know what you want."
"I... I want you to... to eat me out. Please?"
"Anything my Pretty Girl wants, she gets," he mutters, arms wrapping around my legs before tugging me forward, making me lay flat on the mattress. Shikamaru's tongue instantly starts lapping at me, trailing up and down my cunt.
I squirm from the stimulation, making him tighten his hold on my legs to keep me still. "Stop acting unpretty and sit still," he mutters against me, twirling his tongue around my clit again.
"Shika," I whine, tugging on the hands clinging to my thighs.
He chuckles, the vibrations from the noise being pressed against me as his eyes are cast up. "Are you already tapping out? What a drag," he teases, letting me pull his hands off my legs. Shikamaru crawls up my body slowly, decorating my skin with his lips during his short trip.
"What are you?" He mutters when his trip ends, his lips brushing against mine as he talks.
"Your pretty girl," I whisper, tightening my thighs around his hips as he grinds himself against me.
"Louder," he orders, his hands falling to work himself out of his pants.
"Your pretty girl," I repeat louder this time, my hands shooting up to grip Shikamaru's shirt when he thrusts into me.
"Again."
"Your pretty girl," the answer tumbles out again, my of pitched from Shika's thrusts.
"Again."
"Your pretty girl."
The cycle continues, Shikamaru ordering me to repeat myself with every thrust, and me giving into his want. I know where his sudden need to remind me of our relationship is coming from. He's worried - even possibly terrified - that he's not around enough now that he's the chief, now that there's more people than just me relying on him.
It doesn't take long for his thrusts and my voice to unravel Shikamaru. His hands cling to me as his thrusts get sloppy, the usual warmth of his sperm soon filling me. "Just... one more," he mutters, his thrusts slow but still active, pushing his cum deeper into me.
"I'm your pretty girl, Shikamaru," I whisper cupping his face in my hands before pecking his nose. "Ever since I knocked into you at the academy," I tease, giving him another kiss, this time to his lips.
Shika hums in approval, covering my neck in kisses to help calm himself down. Slowly he pulls away from me, his dick being tugged out as he moves.
Once he's out, I'm flipped over, ass in the air, and head pressed into the blankets. "You are so pretty. So, so pretty," he tells me, the heat of his eyes on my pussy again. "I should get you dressed though. I have to get going soon," he mutters, shoving his fingers into me a couple of times before leaving his mess to drain into me.
The sound of Shikamaru opening the closet and shuffling our clothes around fills the room. When the sound settles down, I'm shifted around, tugged to my feet standing in front of him. Shika hums softly to me as he dresses me, hooking my bra on, followed by my shirt, and helping me wiggle into my panties.
"I'm not wearing that," I mutter, turning my nose up to the skintight skirt he chose for me to wear.
"Why not?"
"It makes my thighs look fat."
Tap, tap, tap.
Three quick and hard swats are slapped into my ass. "Sorry, I don't think I heard you right. Please repeat yourself Pretty Girl," he hisses, glaring down at me as he waits for an answer.
"I said," I start, my voice louder as I glare back at him. "That skirt makes my thighs look fat."
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
The skirt tumbles to the ground as Shika spanks me again, his now free hand balling my hair up so I can slither away. Once my spanks are done, he uses his hold on me to force our faces closer, eyes locked and nose bumping against each other. "What have I told you about using that word in a negative light? So what if you're 'fat'? That's a word used for someone at an unhealthy weight. Do you feel unhealthy? Is it difficult for you to do things? To breathe because of your weight?"
"Well, no but - "
"But nothing. So what you're not a stick like some other girls? I like you with a little bit of meat on your bones. It makes you look healthier. You're being a very unpretty girl right now. Your health is what matters, not your weight. Our future children won't have confidence if they see their mother lacking it. You are beautiful, no matter your size."
Shikamaru lets out a soft sigh, his fingers going gentle and sliding against the roots of my hair to massage it. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. That's not how I discipline you, I was out of line."
His apology is closed off with twenty or so kisses peppered across my face. "Alright, here's what we're going to do, okay? Since I broke one of your rules for me, I'll take off some of your chores and I'll do them when I get home for the night. Now, is there a reason aside from your weight that you don't want to wear the skirt?"
"I don't like how it squeezes my legs. It's too tight and leaves imprints," I mutter, letting my eyes flutter closed as I enjoy Shika's soft touches.
"Alright. You don't have to wear it then," he tells me, another layer of kisses being pressed into my cheeks. "I'm going to go set your reminder alarm for your meds and pick something different for you to wear. You sit here and look pretty for me."
"Yes, Sir."
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I eagerly wait on my knees by the front door, the sound of Shikamaru's footsteps climbing the porch exciting me even more. I can hear his key entering the keyhole, turning the lock before he opens the door. "Welcome home, Shika!" I cheer, bouncing in my spot on the floor.
"Hey," he whispers, his hand catching hold of my jaw, shifting my head further back before he bends down to kiss me. "So far, today has been a drag," he mutters, releasing my jaw and leaning against the door, head tilted back and eyes closed.
"I'm sorry," I mutter, eyes locked on Shikamaru as I work his shoes off his feet. "Why has today been a drag?"
I half listen to his explanation, the moral of the story being that Ino is an idiot and won't agree with something Choza and he thinks would be best for our allied clans. My focus is on wrapping myself around his legs, pressing my chest against the imprint of his dick, and wiggling around.
"And... and um..." Shika mutters, his hands quickly finding my hair. "And you're not just a Pretty Girl but a smart one too," he mumbles, one hand tugging me off him and the other one being shoved down his pants.
Once Shikamaru's dick is free from his pants, he shifts me back in place. I eagerly take him into my mouth, resting my hands on his legs as I suck in his tip. Curses fall from him as he twirls my hair around his fingers, a few praises mixing with the swears.
Slowly I sink further down his dick, keeping my eyes on him as I take more and more of him into my mouth. When my nose bumps against his torso, I rest for a second, struggling with Shika buried deep down my throat. Tears prickle my eyes as my lungs struggle with the lack of hair, forcing me to shift back down.
I repeat the cycle, sliding myself down, waiting until I'm gagging and gasping for air before I pull back again. When he gets close to finishing, I can feel Shikamaru twitch down my throat and his breath gets pitchier. "Fuck, Pretty Girl," he groans, another hissed breath released.
I'm beaming as I slide back down, resting my nose against his stomach again. My gags mix with his curses, my vision getting blurry from the water in the corner of my eyes and the lack of oxygen circulating in my body. Shikamaru keeps me pressed against his stomach as he finishes down my throat, clinging to the back of my head as his cum spills down my throat.
When he's finished emptying his balls, I'm tugged backward, head tipped back so Shika can enjoy how I look. My tongue hangs out as I pant, eyesight still blurry as the two of us watch each other catch our breaths.
"You're so good to me," he mutters, raking his fingertips through my hair, letting his hold go gentle. I soak in his praises as I start lapping up the last of his mess. "Such a Pretty Girl for me. So pretty."
I tug my mouth off of him, Shika's dick twitching from the last suck I give his tip. "I hope that makes your day less of a drag."
"It does," he tells me, letting out a few deep breaths. As Shikamaru calms himself down, I toy with him a bit, his sensitive dick twitching every time I run my fingers over it. "That's unpretty of you," he grumbles, snatching my wrist as he sends me a warning look. "Be a Pretty Girl."
"Yes, Sir," I mutter, leaning forward to slide my tongue over his slit.
That gets me a hissed breath and tugged to my feet. "You are on one today, aren't you?" He asks, eyes filled with fake hardness.
"Nope, just missed you. The house is empty without you around."
"Ya, well, the second our wedding is over, your pretty little ass is going to be locked in there," he mutters, pointing toward our bedroom. "Where we'll spend the next week doing nothing but trying to get you pregnant. Then the house won't seem so empty."
Shikamaru's promise sends shivers down my spine, followed by the soft stroke of his fingertips. "But, for now, let me go check on how your chores are going," he mutters, using a finger to tip my chin up, a soft kiss pressed to me before he pulls away. "Be a Pretty Girl and wait on the couch."
I do as I'm told, walking toward the couch and plopping down on it as Shika leaves me to find the list I've left on the counter. He mutters softly to himself, going down the list and checking to make sure I got everything done. "Look at you," he coos from next to the dinner table. "You got your list done."
"You said I could go to the office with you if I got it done," I remind him, waiting intensely for his reaction. "I even made you lunch. It's on a plate in the fridge."
"Did you?" He asks, leaving me again to go check the fridge. The door opens and closes, followed by the sound of him heating his food. "You even ate all your lunch, what a Pretty Girl," Shika praises from the kitchen, his voice a little louder than usual so his voice will carry.
Shikamaru makes his way back to the living room, shoving my knees apart so he can stand between my legs. "So can? Can I go to the office with you?"
He hums a yes, hand clenching my jaw again to force eye contact. "Yes, you can. I do have one question for you though."
"Oh?"
"Did you take your meds and vitamins today?"
Realization quickly rises alongside panic. I did not take my medication today. My alarm went off, like it does every day, but I was in the middle of mopping the floors so I turned it off, and set on taking my meds once I was done. Spoiler, I forgot. "Yes," I say slowly, drawing out the end of the word.
"Oh ya? Is that the answer you're going with?" He asks eyes slit as he looks down at me.
"Yes," I repeat softer, shifting my eyes away from him.
"I'm going to give you one more chance. Then we're going to go check together, and if your meds are still in their little cup, I'm going to beat your ass, and then you can sit under the table, squirming around and making a mess as I eat like unpretty girls get to do. You'll sit there and cum again and again until you're screaming for forgiveness." My legs squeeze around him at the thought of my punishment. "Did you take your medicine today?" Shika repeats the question, saying each word as if it's a sentence of its own.
"Yes sir," I answer, staring into his eyes, fully prepared for my punishment, that's not really going to be a punishment. I didn't get to finish earlier, so an orgasm or two is owed anyway.
Shikamaru lets out an airy chuckle, shaking his head at me. "Alright, Spoiled Brat. I'll play along," he mutters, using my hair to tug me to my feet and lead me toward the kitchen.
I'm settled against the countertop, Shika using his body to push me against it. "This is your medicine cup," he spells out for me, tugging the little cup into the middle of the counter. "Those small circles inside the cup are your meds. If your meds are in the cup, how'd you take them?"
I squirm around, my movements being difficult from the position I'm in. "So... maybe I lied," I whisper, pussy tingling and heat rising on my face.
"Ya? You think so?" Shikamaru mocks, lying my head on the counter before letting go of my hair.
Tap, tap. Tap, tap.
"Pretty girls don't lie, and what did you do?"
"I lied," I mutter, squirming around as he rubs the aching skin he caused.
Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.
"You lied. What an unpretty girl you're being. Behave for once, leave your panties on the counter, and settle under the table."
Tap, tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Another string of spankings lands on my butt before Shikamaru pulls away from me, clinging to my hair to straighten me up again. My thighs are sticky, panties are already soaked from my punishment. "Spoiled fucking brat," he grumbles, letting me go and walking away.
I eagerly tug my panties off, leaving them on the counter like I was ordered to before strolling towards the table. I hum in excitement as I settle under it, sitting on my knees as I wait for Shikamaru to return. My pussy tingles when the sound of Shikamaru moving around the house picks up.
"Oh, look at that," he grumbles, poking his head under the table. "You can behave on occasion." Shikamaru sinks to his knees, flipping my skirt up and pushing out a half-assed hum of approval.
I'm almost shaking with accident as he positions my vibrator against my clit. "What a dumb spoiled brat I have," he taunts, turning the vibrator to its highest level from the get-go. "You think this is going to be fun, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir," I answer, my tone chirpy as I enjoy my stimulation.
"Hmm... we'll see about that in a little bit," he mutters, getting up and leaving me alone at - well - under the table.
By the time Shikamaru settles into his chair, me caged between his legs, I'm whining and moaning with the climbing of my orgasm. "Shika," I whimper, clinging to his pants as my climax peaks.
His hand slithers under the table, shoving my soaked panties into my mouth. "Be quiet. I don't feel like listening to a spoiled brat whine and whimper while I eat," he grumbles, his fingers shoving the cloth further into my mouth before he focuses on his lunch again.
My nails dig into Shikamaru's thighs as my second orgasm quickly grows, the lack of a cool down making it easier to amp up again. When the bend in my stomach breaks again, it's enough to cause my juices to drip onto the floor, the sound echoing in the silent room.
I crawl up Shikamaru's lap, resting my chin on his chest as I squirm around, trying to get a break from the vibrations being rubbed into my clit. I try whining for him, nails digging into his sides and my noises getting muffled by the cloth in my mouth.
Shika looks down at me, amusement in his eyes as he watches me wither around. My nails slide down his sides as another orgasm is pulled for me. Instantly, orgasm number four is started, working its way up, prickling my eyes with tears again as my voice rises. More muffled whines for him, a few inaudible sorries spilling from me.
His hand settles under my chin, a cocky smile crossing his face as I sob and squirm. "Not so excited now, are we? Has your pussy started to tingle with aches? Does it feel like your nerves are on fire?"
I quickly nod my head yes, clinging to his wrist as my eyes go blurry. Muffled tear filled moans fall from me as I cum again, my juices pulling underneath me more, now soaking my knees in my mess. "Are you done being an unpretty girl?" Again I nod my head, nails digging into Shika's wrist. "There's my Pretty Girl," he coos, tugging my panties out of my mouth.
A desperate soft yell rips from my throat as my legs shake like crazy. “Please Sir,” I whine, my hands jumping to cling to his shirt. “I’m sorry I lied. I’m so sorry. Please… just make it stop. Sir, please. I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t lie again. Never ever.”
Shikamaru’s eyes light up at my pleas, approving hums falling from his lips as I squirm and beg. “Are you going to take your meds?”
“Yes!” I shriek, my chest pumping in an attempt to stop or at least delay my fifth orgasm. “Sir, please. I can’t.”
“Alright,” he mutters, lifting me to my feet. My knees buckle, legs still shaking as I fall against Shikamaru. He chuckles again, a hand falling to tug my vibrator away and turn it off. “Calm down, Pretty Girl,” Shika coos, his hands gently massaging my thighs. “We’ll get you calmed down and cleaned up, okay? Then I have to go back to the office.”
“I can go too, right? Because… cause I got… I got my chores done,” I babble, now clinging to his shirt collar. “Please?”
“Yes, you can. You can come to the office with me,” he mutters, fingers sliding through my folds, scooping up my mess and making my legs shake more. “I can’t wait until our honeymoon, Pretty Girl. I’m going to make you a complete mess,” Shikamaru mutters, rubbing his cum soaked fingers across my lips before shoving them into my mouth. “A squirming, soaked, pretty mess.”
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December Reading Recs
Thank you to all the incredible writers here on tumblr, who provide us with these fantastic stories and thank you to everyone who interacts with these fic recs posts to help spread the love for these writers.
Happy New Year everyone, and happy reading!
To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖
Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.
2023 Reading Rec List
Supernatural
Sam Winchester
Take Me Back Series Chapter 3 | Epilogue | @kaleldobrev
Authors Summary: After making a deal to bring you back, Sam doesn't see you until years later when your paths cross during a case
The Widow Timestamp: I Love You @pink-sparkly-witch
Authors Summary: Sam tells Y/N that he loves her for the first time. This is basically PWP.
The Widow Timestamp: Marry Me? @pink-sparkly-witch
Authors Summary: It’s almost Christmas, and Sam has an important question to ask you.
A Blacksmiths Hands @sams-sass
Fall For You @justagirlinafandomworld
Authors Summary: You don’t always go flying through the air. But when you do, there is one Winchester who is always there to catch you. Or. A series of times you and Sam fell over each other. And Dean’s there.
Imagine Walking Your Dog With Sam @imagineteamfreewill
Dean Winchester
Smoke Eater Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | @zepskies
Authors Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.
That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.
The One That Got Away Epilogue @pink-sparkly-witch
Authors Summary: Childhood sweethearts, Dean and Y/N, are very much in love with each other. When she accepts a full scholarship to an out-of-state college, she finally gets to leave behind her traumatic childhood and abusive father, but it means leaving Dean behind too.
Over a decade later, Y/N returns to Lawrence, Kansas, and finally tries to heal the only wounds she has left… the psychological and emotional scars her father gave her and the heartbreak she endured by Dean Winchester, the one that got away.
Just Thought You Should Know @smellingofpoetry
Authors Summary: It was just one of those drunk calls until it wasn't anymore.
Christmas Boredom @soaringeag1e
Screw Consciousness @kaleldobrev
Authors Summary: Taking a nap with Dean after a long drive
Strangers @smellingofpoetry
Authors Summary: They were just two strangers, dancing in the middle of a club.
10 Inch Hero
Boaz Priestly
Black and Blue @lipstickandwhiskey
Authors Summary: You can’t help your feelings for your friend, but maybe some jerk will give you a push in the right direction?
Pondering Fate While Ignoring The Obvious @impala-dreamer
Authors Summary: Priestly has got it so bad for Tish that he can barely see past the end of her... well, her back end, anyway. He's love sick and forever rejected, constantly stuck inside his own head. When a new girl in town starts messing with him, he quickly loses his cool...
Unique and Brightly - Colored @crashdevlin
Authors Summary: You don't like Priestly's new look and you really don't like the reasoning behind it.
Smallville
Jason Teague
Miss Professor @zepskies
Authors Summary: Jason has to make a decision. You, or Lana Lang.
The Boys
Soldier Boy
Memories Are All I Have @kaleldobrev
Authors Summary: You’re all Ben thinks about while he’s in Russia
From Russia With Love @kaleldobrev
Authors Summary: You’re the first person Ben goes to see after escaping from Russia
House
Robert Chase
Kiss and Tell @iwritefandomimagines
Authors Summary: after endless mutual pining, you and chase finally hooked up over the weekend. you agreed to keep it a secret while you figured things out, but it doesn’t last long with the team around.
Dark Angel
Alec Mcdowell
Not So Lonely Christmas @daughterofcain-67
Authors Summary: You’re beginning to grow accustomed to doing things by yourself now that you’ve moved away from family, but your friends at Jam Pony seem to forget that Christmases after moving to a brand new area can often result in being alone during the holiday season… and Alec won’t stand for it.
Bullseye @zepskies
Authors Summary: Alec’s tired of being ignored. Whatever you’re reading can’t be as interesting as his company, now could it?
Chicago Fire
Matt Casey
Untitled Imagine @deanstead
Authors Summary: Imagine: Matt looking for his captain jacket and finding it on you
Any Fandom
Unamed Male (Choose your own)
Midnight @kittenofdoomage
Authors Summary: New Year’s Eve brings a surprise at the end of a crappy year.
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Kiss and Make-up [8]
Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader
Word Count: 2940
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You’re in a club, drinking alone. This was a different place than the one you went to with the girls. You heard about it courtesy of your bartender friend you exchanged numbers with before. It wasn’t as big as the hotel one, but still filled with people. You could hear the music, feel the bass reverberating in your bones. Your hand fidgets in your lap while you sip on your drink, watching the way people danced, jumping and laughing.
It was an impulse decision of yours, coming here. It was a Monday night and you needed to blow off some steam, get your mind off things. Get your mind off a certain blonde. The alcohol helped with this. Helped a little — because as much as you were trying to forget about Rosé, every time you closed your eyes you saw her; reminded of what she said. Daggers to the heart.
“Did the drink insult you or something?” A sudden silvery voice makes you jump out of your skin, a chuckle following after.
“I’m so sorry about that,” you turn to the culprit, who has taken the seat next to you. “I’m Irene.” Well, this Irene woman was beautiful. She has refined and soft features— like a work of art with a lot of detail.
“It’s okay,” you reassure with a laugh, shaking your head, “(Y/n).” You offer your hand to shake hers. She accepts easily, warmly smiling and giving your hand a soft squeeze.
Oh?
Her smile sends warmth through your body and you lower your gaze shyly. “You were glaring at your drink, what’s on your mind? If you don’t mind me asking.” Irene asks softly, leaning over to you slightly, resting her chin in her hand.
“Was I?” You muse, turning to her fully. You contemplate if you should tell her, and she picks up on this. “I’m just a stranger you met in a bar, so you don’t have to tell me. Just try talking to someone about it sometime. You’re too pretty to be thinking that hard.”
“You sound like a therapist.” You tease, making her scoff playfully, her lips pull into a smile.
“I would be a terrible therapist, I’d want to know all the details and it wouldn’t even be a therapy session anymore. More like gossip between friends.”
You giggle at her words, “You’ve already thought about it, huh?”
Irene shrugs nonchalantly, “Well yeah, I’m nosy.” She smiles cheekily at you. “But seriously, it's not good to bottle up things.”
You hum, finishing off your drink— your liquid courage. “Okay, I won’t. Let’s dance?”
…
You and Irene had returned to the bar after spending an hour dancing together on the dance floor when you felt your phone vibrating against your thigh.You curse quietly, answering it without glancing at the caller ID. A familiar voice comes through the speaker, “(Y/n)?”
“Jennie?”
“Yeah it’s me, you’re somewhere safe right? Weird question but it’s hard to hear you because of the background music.”
“Yes I am, just…”
“Don’t, I have an idea what you’re doing,” Jennie laughs, then nervously she gets out, “so, Rosie…she—”
“I really don’t wanna hear about her right now, Jennie. I’m sorry.”
Jennie looks at Lisa who sits across from her for some help, her wife just shrugs. They all got word of you and Rosé’s situation when they met up in her office. She was acting off so they forced it out of her. Made her realize things.
“Alright, for what it’s worth, Rosie can be an idiot sometimes— but enough of that, I hope you have fun tonight, don’t get in strangers' cars!” Jennie whispers her next words, like she’s telling you something top secret. “And, for the sake of our ship, kiss and makeup for me. Okay bye!”
“Of course, and thank you?”
Kiss and makeup?
You go back to chatting with Irene after you hang up. You can’t help but wonder what Jennie was trying to tell you though.
Twenty minutes later, she gets out of her car, decked in Saint Laurent; a wool blend jacket, silk shirt that’s unbuttoned and tucked into high waist leather shorts, and over-the-knee ivory leather boots. She advances to the entrance and walks in.
She’ll have to thank Jisoo and Jennie; the only ones you follow on social media who have access to your location. They make everyone share their location with them in case of emergencies. It’s no surprise you’d ignore her calls after what she said. So when she tortured the info out of Jennie, she had to see you.
It doesn’t take her long to find you, smiling and laughing with a dark-haired woman. It was like that moment in movies, like the people in the room were positioned in a way she could only see you.
Rosé was on a mission. She wanted you away from that woman. She wanted you away from this club & bar, where anyone wouldn’t hesitate to take a chance on you, as proved by the woman next to you. She wanted that woman to see that you were hers and nobody else’s, to realize you’re taken by her. And if not now, soon.
Rosé strides across the floor to the two of you, the sound of her boots attracting your attention just as she makes it there. The look on your face is pure confusion and hurt when you meet her eyes. Something Irene picks up on. “Rosé? What…what are you doing here?”
“It’s not important. But I have to talk to you about earlier.”
Rosé watches the way your eyebrows knit together and your lips pull into a frown, fury returning in your eyes and she feels her nerves starting to grow. She’d let you yell at her as long as you want, as long as the outcome is you letting her plead her case.
The woman you were talking to places a hand on your knee and you scoot a little closer to her, attention turning back to the woman— Look at me, she thinks— and opting to ignore Rosé. She doesn’t like this, and she has a feeling you know it too.
“Who’s this?” Rosé asks casually, moving to your side. The jealousy on her face is poorly masked but she stays civil. (For now.)
Irene was about to answer for you when you spoke up first. “None of your business.” You quip and Rosé narrows her eyes in suspicion. Narrows her eyes at the hands snaked around your waist. Her fingers drum against the countertop and she purses her lips, not quite knowing how to defuse the bomb that is you. The expression on your face makes it clear you don’t want to talk to her. Understandable.
“I know you’re upset, but can we please just talk it out?” She pleads.
“There’s nothing to talk about right now.”
“Yes there is. I need to apologize, I shouldn’t have said what I said. I need you to know none of it was true-”
“Then why did you say it?”
Rosé begins to respond, and you shake your head. “Actually, don’t explain.” You didn’t want to find out it was an ego or pride thing of hers. That would hurt more. “Please just leave me alone, why don’t you find someone nice to talk with?”
Someone that’s not you. Surely she gets that you need some time?
“(Y/n), I can’t do that. I want to talk with you. I was so wrong and—” She’s cut off by a hand being placed on her chest, firmly pushing hers back a couple steps. Irene stands in front of you, a little to the side. She’s been watching the whole argument unfold.
Rosé is in shock, it’s written all over her face. But she’s also about to explode. It’s building up, the rage, the regret, the mess of her feelings and this situation, and she thinks she might just—
“Why don’t you back off? She’s been telling you to leave her alone.” The short woman speaks up, and she’s met with Rosé’s glare. Irene holds her ground.
“Who the fuck are you?” Rosé almost sneers. She stands tall, stepping closer to the woman with no shame in the slightest. “I don’t know who you think you are, but—”
“Rosé!” You hiss, ripping her attention away from the woman. You were sparing Irene from the words that would come out her mouth. “You need to go cool off, away from me.”
“But…” She begins, only to be met with your glare and she retreats without another word, giving you her signature curt nod before disappearing in the sea of bodies. Rosé takes a seat at one of the tables across the room, you're still in sight though.
She was determined to apologize to you. To make things right.
Despite the lingering looks she’s getting, no one dares to approach her with the sour look on her face. And if they did, she’d tell them to get lost.
But apparently someone didn’t get the memo. A body blocks her vision.
“Hi, my name is…” Rosé didn’t care, “I find you extremely attractive and couldn’t help coming over here and…”
Get lost. All it takes is one look.
The woman trails off, her voice getting smaller until she excuses herself. When she gets rid of her you’re gone, you and that woman. Frantically, she looks around and is eventually able to spot the two of you heading out the building. She practically sprints to you, standing in front of the two of you.
“What are you doing? Where are you going?” If a kicked puppy could talk, this would be the example. Worry and jealousy were evident in her tone.
You rolled your eyes, “Clearly, I’m going home with her.” The confidence in your voice makes Rosé think you’re out to get on her nerves. If you are, it’s working.
“Don’t, please. Let me take you home.” Her eyes dropped to your hand, intertwined with the other woman’s unrelentingly. She narrows her eyes at them.
“Rosé—”
You’re immediately cut off by her soft lips being pushed against your own. You feel a hand slither around your waist, pulling you closer to her and away from Irene. As she continues to kiss you, her hand slides down your arm and rips Irene’s hand out of your grasp, replacing it with her’s.
You don’t know why you kissed back, why you responded back just as eager despite how she hurt you— yet that didn’t stop your heart from beating out your chest. Irene fled the scene, feeling out of place. But you did catch her smirk and give you a thumbs up. Then you thought about how she reminded you of Jennie.
Kiss and makeup..
You didn’t know anything, didn’t really have control until you were at the parking lot of the building where her high rise apartment was.
“Don’t move.” You heard. You sat there confused but complied. Rosé hopped out the car and jogged to your side, opening the door for you. You shook your head in disbelief, amusement, and let her take your hand.
…
“Uhm…you can use my shower, I’ll get you something from my closet, if that’s okay?”
“That’s fine…”
She gave you a clean towel and wash rag, and when you turned the fancy looking shower on you came back out to ask Rosé if you could use her toiletries but she was already gone.
So you just helped yourself. She won’t mind.
When you're out, an oversized hoodie and some black sweats are laid out for you along with some (new and clean) undergarments. The sweats pool at your ankles and the hoodie sleeves are slightly longer than your arm span. The clothes smell like her, and like a weirdo, you find yourself smelling them.
You fold your previous clothes up and put them in the hamper she has in the bathroom before grabbing your towels and walking out. Freezing upon Rosé crouched on the ground interacting with a dog. You wondered why the dog wasn’t here before and if it was her’s.
“Hankie,” she cooed, in the high-pitched voice people use only to talk to animals or babies. She scratches him behind the ear. “Good boy.” She grabs a dog brush and brushes his shiny fur. Rosé looked up to meet the dog’s eyes but found him looking behind her.
Confused, Rosé looked back and found her answer. You were fresh out of the shower, a towel folded over your arms as you leaned against the wall with an indescribable look. Rosé sat up, holding Hank in her arms before addressing you. “Why do you look like I’ve grown another head?”
“It’s nothing, just weird seeing you so domestic…I mean, soft. It’s adorable, I didn’t think you were a pet person.”
“Really? Well, you're going to learn a lot of things about me.” Rosé studies you with a soft look, making you fidget and pull at your(her) hoodie sleeves. You weren’t used to this side of her.
Rosé smiled, “I love you in my clothes, but I’d also love if you’d follow me to the kitchen. I’m going to make us chicken stir fry.”
Your neck heats up and a grin threatens to appear on your face. Rosé and you go into the kitchen and she pulls ingredients out of her fridge. She doesn’t mind it when you hop on the counter to watch her cook, your legs dangling and swinging. She doesn’t know it’s so you could stare at her side profile more.
“When did you get a dog?” You ask, staring at the brown and white dog in his dog bed. Occasionally he’ll run over to you and you’ll hop off the counter to pet him.
“I’ve had Hank for two years and I found him when I clicked on an adoption advocate where a nice lady was posting about dogs that need to be adopted, and then I saw hank. Hank was abandoned by his previous owner and he had severe conditions… When I brought him home he was scared and jumpy, but he’s got used to me now. I just fell in love with him and he’s so adorable.” She finished as she smiled at the dog who sat by your feet.
“That's so sweet of you, Rosé. He’s lucky to have met you.” You lean forward, resting your head on your forearms as you watch her work. A comfortable silence lulls in the air, you content just watching her focus on not burning things.
She deserves a second chance…
You’re immediately cut off by her soft lips being pushed against your own and you feel a hand slither around your waist, pulling you closer to her and away from Irene. As she continues to kiss you, her hand slides down your arm and she rips Irene’s hand out of your grasp, replacing it with her’s.
Her hand was warm, her lips even warmer— but then she pulled away, looking you in the eyes. You could feel the nerves radiating off her.
So, breathlessly, she pleads once more. “Please, and I know it’s cliche, but hear me out. I’m not asking you to forgive me because what I said was terrible, but—”
“Okay. Okay…fine.” You agree, finally. Rosé squeezes your hand before leading you out of that noisy bar & club.
Now in her Mercedes, Rosé fidgets around thinking of how to start her apology. She knows starting off with “I’m sorry” is not gonna cut it.
“I was scared.” She begins before pausing. You go to ask her “of what” but she starts talking again. “I was scared that if we started a relationship I would fuck everything up— which I already have in a way— but I was scared of causing you problems, pain, I was trying to protect your heart,” she sighs, “It’s just, most of my life I’ve been told I’m hard to love and it kind of just stuck to me like a bad omen. And I want you to know I said all those things so you would keep your distance.”
You’re stuck, appalled; you don’t know how to respond other than a stuttered “Oh” and a nod. It seems to be enough for Rosé though. “I want you to know it wasn’t a mistake, and it meant so much to me. I’ll do anything I can to make up for it if you’ll let me. I’m sorry.”
She definitely has a way with her words.
And the way she looked at you when she finished? — like heaven on earth.
You might as well be six feet under.
How are you not supposed to fall for her? And right now, in the middle of the night, surrounded by the vibrant buzz of energy from the city, everything her, you can't help but look at her lips that she bites in concentration.
You were biting those just a few days ago yourself.
You know what she tastes like. And you really, really want strawberries right now. Her lips are so soft, so plump, and the way she kissed you? You think you might be ruined for anyone else.
Kiss me again, you think.
Rosé’s brows pull together and she stops chopping the vegetables. "(Y/n), I think you might still have some alcohol in your system."
"What?" You’re on the verge of getting mad because you know you're sober.
"You just said… I might not be hearing right.” She shook her head, dismissing it.
"What did I say?" You pry, curious yourself. Rosé glances at you, heat blooming on her cheeks.
“You said…kiss me again.”
A/n: KISS AND MAKEUPPP KISS KISS AND MAKEUP 💃🏾
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Ophelia lived alone in the woods where no one paid her any mind. Camelot was a pretty big kingdom so no one ever thought about anyone living outside of it.
She lived her life peacefully in her small cottage and her garden, only going out twice a week to sell her herbs and plants to the people in the kingdom and going to the market for supplies.
That was until she earned the curiosity of a certain blond prince.
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Tedros laid on his bed staring up the ceiling. His mind was racing with thoughts of the beautiful girl he met at the market. He doesn't get it. He's only seen her once but he couldn't help but want to talk to her again.
His eyes wandered to the small plant that rested on his bedside table. Then a thought suddenly hit him, 'I never got her name!'
Within a moment of decision he took the arrows from his bow and leapt out the window. Catching himself with one of the arrows. 'This is absolutely stupid..! Why am I even doing this? I've only met her once,' these were the thoughts running through his head while he climbed down the side of the castle.
Without even realizing it, he was already at the bottom of the tower. He took off towards the busy market to find the small stand. The market was brightly lit by the lamps on the stalls. The crowd was still bustling in the market.
'She's probably still there!' Tedros thought hopefully. That hope quickly diminished when he arrived at the small stall seeing it dim, completely without a person in sight. He looked around hoping to see her but to no avail.
Tedros looked at the stalls nearby and started his small investigation. He approached a stall that sold dry fruits. "Excuse me, Miss?" He called out to the elderly woman.
"Yes–", the woman gasped at the sight of the blond prince. "Prince Tedros..! Good evening your Majesty!" the old woman greeted with a bow.
"Huh?" Tedros was confused until he found the problem. Earlier when he went with the knights he wore a disguise so people wouldn't recognize him but now he was in his normal clothing and without a cloak. 'Great...' he grumbled to himself.
"I would like to ask a question," Tedros dismissed his current predicament. "Ask anything, your Majesty!"
"Do you know the girl that sells plants here?" Tedros asked.
"That girl? Oh of course! She's quite famous around here but no one knows her name. All we know is that she only comes to the town two separate days a week. Why? Is there something that she did?" The old woman worried.
"Oh not any of the sorts. I only wanted to know her name," he reassured.
"I'm terribly sorry but you're going to have to ask that to her. I'm afraid no one in this town knows her name."
Tedros sighed at the information. "Thank you very much, ma'am!" He thanked her anyway before making his way back to the palace. Using the same way he got down.
When he climbed back up, the door to his room suddenly opened. "Tedros–" the voice of his father startled him. He ended up knocking back on his bedside table which resulted in the potted snake plant to wobble.
Time seemed to slow down as he watched the plant fall to the ground. But before it could hit the ground, Tedros caught it just in time.
"Father!" He replied shocked.
"Tedros, I wanted to talk with you. Ever since coming back from the market you've been acting strange." King Arthur approached his son with concern.
"Strange? What do you mean? I am perfectly fine, father!" Tedros tried to shrug off his father's allegations.
"Tedros. You're holding that plant like your life depended on it." His father gave him a blank stare. As if stating the obvious.
"Huh? Oh..! This thing? It's nothing!" Tedros tried to deny it but his hands only held the plant tighter.
"This is not helping your case at all, son." Arthur stared at the plant while talking. He knows why his son's been acting weird. The sweaty palms, the acting suspiciously, holding on to the plant as if he let go it'd be gone in seconds.
"Now tell me, who's the girl?" Arthur asked his son.
"Girl? What girl? I don't know any girl..." Tedros tried to deny.
"Son, I know your mother left me but I'm not dumb."
Tedros sighed and approached his bed. "Fine. I met this girl at the market when I was with the knights and she sold me this plant. For the first time in my life I knew the difference between pretty and beautiful and she's both."
"What's her name?" Arthur asked his son. His love may not have ended well but he doesn't want that to stop his son from finding someone.
"That's the thing, I didn't get to ask her. And I went back earlier but she wasn't there. I asked the stall that was near hers but they said no one knew her name." Tedros uttered.
"Well that's a predicament. How about I help you search for her? I'm pretty sure we'd be able to find her," Arthur suggested.
Tedros just sighed for probably the hundredth time that day. "It's fine, father. I'm going to be leaving for The School for Good tomorrow anyway, I'll probably forget about her when I finally find my true love there."
Arthur dropped the topic. "Well if you say so. I also wanted to remind you that dinner will be served in a bit. I came here to spend as much time as possible before you go."
And with that the two headed to the royal dining room and never spoke about the mysterious plant girl again.
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Back in the woods, Ophelia was cooking dinner for herself. It was quiet besides the sounds of the fire crackle from her stove. Heinz stayed for the night which was a rare event.
When her food was ready, Ophelia transferred it to a plate. Eating quietly she began to ponder if she'll always live alone in the woods for the rest of her life. Thoughts swirled through her mind of all the things she could do in her future.
'I could set up a flower shop in town when I'm finally old enough. The knights will probably stop going after me when I'm finally eighteen–'
Her thoughts were interrupted by something slipping under her door. She approached it to see a letter. Ophelia was confused. No one knew she lived here, so how could they send a letter?
She turned over the letter to see her name written in fancy cursive with the insignia of two swans under it. One swan was black while the other was white, under the swans were initials.
"S.G.E? But how?" Ophelia asked herself. "I'm not a princess nor do I come from an influential family," she was tempted to open it. She put it down on the kitchen counter before she went back to eat.
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘
When Ophelia finished putting away her dishes, her eyes drifted to the letter. Her curiosity got the best of her so she opened it. There was no note inside, only a piece of paper. It was a Flowerground Pass.
"Flowerground? Guess now I know what to do tomorrow. It could be a good change of pace, right Heinz?" she looked towards the sleeping cat in his small bed. "Plus if I ever become a sidekick to someone, the knights will probably get off my back."
With that thought, her decision was final. She found an old crate in the cottage and began packing her necessities. At some point during her packing, Heinz woke up and approached her. Heinz rubbed his fluffy head against her leg.
"You wanna come with me, Heinz?" Ophelia asked the cat who meowed back as if to say 'yes'. She smiled at him and scooped him up in her arms. It was already late and she was done with packing anyway.
She turned off the lights and retired to her room. Tomorrow would be fun.
That night, Ophelia slept with a smile on her face awaiting what was to come the next day.
A/N: This is just a filler chapter but this will be the last prologue chapter. I know Arthur died but let's pretend that he's alive. Hope you liked this chapter :) !! Not proofread !!
#prxtzel fics🎀#sge#tedros x reader#tedros pendragon#school for good and evil#school for good and evil x reader#tedros of camelot#female reader#x reader
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Youth ; Chapter 4
⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker
⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞
⇢ warning: underage drinking
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All my life, I’ve always found beauty in chaos. It has its way of following the boys and I around, constantly looming over our shoulders—overcast but responsible for many precious memories. When it becomes overwhelming, the knowledge that we’re always in it together makes everything seem smaller and possible.
This is the first time I’ve faced it alone.
Because growing up, you learn about two people loving each other. It’s impossible not to when it’s etched into our everyday lives—romcoms on the television, love songs on the radio, my mom and dad at home. The sacred marriage is traditionally shared between two and so, a variation of it hasn’t been discussed in the small redneck town of South Park.
I became terrified that there was something wrong with me, that I was terribly sick and in need of help. Because as far as I knew, no one else felt the same way. It scared me enough to the point where I just tried to suppress it, ignoring it in hopes that it’d somehow resolve itself and disappear. It’s frightening to think of because everyone wants someone to love and cherish. I knew I was different and I was scared.
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When the girls delivered the news of my acceptance into the cheer team, I informed them of my commitment right away. This decision would’ve been surprising a month ago but it was an excellent method of distracting myself. Although I was initially bummed out at how lonely I felt when the boys became busy with football, not having to make an excuse to get some space from them turned out to be a godsend. Granted, they still didn’t know about cheer because our practices lined up perfectly.
The announcement of the first football game coming up led to excitement throughout the school but for me, it unknowingly set the gears in motion to ruin. It started with throwing myself into cheer, forcing myself to unhealthily strive for perfection. Coming home tired, I’d then immerse myself in homework. Pages upon pages of supplemental material that was not mandatory were then consumed when the upcoming coursework was finished. Sleep became rare because lying down in bed, waiting for sleep to overtake me allowed enough time for unwanted thoughts to consume my mind.
I felt numb, as if I was watching myself from the outside, screaming at myself and trying to take control but unable to. Stuck on auto-pilot, going through the motions of everyday life: school, practice, homework, repeat. My memory became hazy, tunnel vision forcing me to just forget. It started off small and back then, it was manageable. But now I feel like I’m floating, lost and alone.
Seeing the red mark on my paper, the low number felt like it was mocking me. My hands begin to clench in frustration, creases ripple throughout the offending material until small tears upon it begin to form. What use am I when I’m already so sick, if I can’t even get good grades with all the time spent forcing myself on books?
A failure, is what.
Disgusting, even.
Repulsive.
I shakily turn the doorknob, lightly closing the door behind me lest I make a sound. I rummage, digging deeper until I find the temporary salvation I’m looking for. Nervous tremors reverberate along my hand as I don’t want to get caught. Searching and searching until shaking digits feel smooth glass, cold yet inviting.
My brother’s hidden alcohol stash.
The amber liquid burns down the length of my throat, the stinging a welcome feeling because I deserve the pain. This is what I needed and although temporary, I finally feel a sense of euphoria. Laughter emerges through the hurt, steadily growing louder and louder. There’s this near overwhelming feeling in my chest and I feel drunk on happiness until my body starts to rack in erratic shudders. I’m sobbing, I realize.
I want to curl in on myself and die in the safe confines of my bathroom but I feel bile start to slowly rise in my throat. It feels like I’m throwing up my intestines but it’s nothing but stomach bile from the lack of food. I hunch over the toilet bowl, my head aches and my chest feels so heavy. I cough and try to loosen up the tightness I feel in my ribcage but nothing helps, tears continue making their way down my cheeks.
I feel so mangled, like nothing makes sense anymore. I feel utterly lost, like I’d have a better chance at surviving in a scorching hot desert by myself than this. I’m in such a state of oblivion that I don’t notice the crowd beginning to form in the bathroom. Hands grasp at my shoulders until I tiredly pick up my head from the toilet seat, not caring about how disgusting it is. How disgusting I am.
The toilet flushes and a hand softly wipes my mouth with tissues before a new one is gently patting my cheeks dry. The action proves to be futile as tears continue to pour, relentless in escaping the confines of my tired red eyes. These hands are taking care of me in a way that is so nurturing and tender that I can’t help but to feel like I don’t deserve this kindness. I weakly lift a hand and try to swat the person away, shame filling me to the core.
“Shh, it’s okay.” I’m somehow able to make out Tweek’s worried form from the tears blurring my vision. The boys are behind him and the amount of bodies have them spilling out of the door frame. They’re all watching the scene in front of them in horror, completely lost and feeling useless.
“Leave me alone.” I babble hysterically. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. I especially don’t want to see any of them. I only did this because no one was home, my parents out for date night. No one was supposed to be here.
The edge of cool glass touches my lips and I see that Butters is trying to gently urge me to take a sip of water. I don’t relent, my cries echo into the bathroom as the blonde’s other hand rubs soothing circles onto my back. Ripples of water touch my lips but I don’t allow them entry as sobs rack my entire body.
“Y/N, breathe.” I hear multiple voices in the background and I can’t discern who anyone is because this all feels like a dream, like a nightmare. I clench my eyes shut in a pathetic attempt to stop the tears.
I sob, “D-d-don’t touch me, you’ll get sick too.”
“It’s alright, baby. It’s probably just the flu or something.”
“No! N-not the flu.” I go back to hunching myself over the toilet bowl, bringing my arms up to settle my head into.
“What is it then, N/N?” I just shake my head in shame, my knee knocks over an empty can of beer in the process.
“We can’t help you if we don’t know what's wrong, babe. Tell us what’s wrong.”
I don’t respond, merely shaking my head again.
“You being sad makes me sad. Please, what’s wrong? We just want to help you feel better.”
Hands try to help guide me into a standing position but I let out a whine, refusing to budge. A sigh can be heard and I peek my head up to see my brother. He looks as lost as I feel.
“Will you at least talk to one of us if the rest of us leave?” He softly says and I feel bad, guilt consuming me. This is my problem, none of them should get dragged into it. Yet here they are, always sticking their noses into places they don’t belong.
I shrug.
“Y/N. Please.”
I burrow myself back into my arms, “Kyle.” I lowly mutter out.
Kyle, to me, is someone that I’ve always known to be both logical and empathetic. He’s a great older brother to both Ike and I, a person anyone can depend and rely on. He gives the best advice and his perspective on things always helps broaden mine. He’s always there to listen to me talk about anything or nothing at all.
Shuffling can be heard as everyone hesitantly disperses from the bathroom, the door shutting lightly behind them. I feel someone settle themselves behind me on the floor, their legs on either side of me. When I see that it’s the person I requested, I allow his arms to guide me into his caring embrace, leaning my head onto his chest.
He kisses the top of my head, and softly asks into tufts of hair, “What’s wrong?”
“Something’s wrong with me.” I hiccup.
“There’s nothing wrong with you... You don’t have to tell me now, okay? Just take your time. I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere.” His arms tighten their hold around me.
I indulge myself in his comfort and burrow my face into the crook of his neck, seeking out his warmth against the contrasting cool tile lying underneath us. He doesn’t say anything when my sticky cheeks touch his skin.
“I love you.” He reassures me quietly despite the silence of the bathroom around us.
“And it hurts me to see you like this.” His voice cracks, making me feel worse. The kindness feels suffocating, consuming my body until I start to quickly gasp for air. Tears of frustration picks up, messily spilling their contents down already irritated cheeks.
It pains me to do this to the people that care, to push them away and hurt them when all I want is to surround myself in their solace. I try to speak up, babbling as hiccups start to rack my entire body.
“I can’t understand you, love.” Kyle softly says, “Take a deep breath, please.”
I desperately try to get some more air into me, one of my hands shoots out to shakily clutch at the material on his chest in an attempt to ground myself. “You’re doing good. Keep taking deep breaths for me, okay?”
I feel myself steadily calming down as I allow his soothing voice to guide me, focusing on the feel of fabric underneath my fingers, “There you go. Good job, beautiful. Tell me, what’s going on?”
“I’m sick.” It hurts me to say this because verbalizing my thoughts and feelings will speak it into existence, confirming that this is definitely real and that it’s actually happening.
“You’re not sick, N/N.” He patiently reassures me, his words of affirmation encourage me to continue.
“I am, Ky. I am. I’m disgusting.” I bitterly laugh, reciting the self deprecation I’ve been internalizing lately.
“No one thinks that of you, but tell me why you think you are.” I’m terrified to tell him and for Kyle to start hating me but I need to tell someone before I drive myself insane.
“I… I think I lo-... I think I like two different people… No, I know I like two different people.” I clench my eyes close, anxiety coursing through me as I await for his response. My heart beat starts picking up in pace and my hands begin to get clammy.
“... I don’t think I’m following. What's wrong with that? People have crushes on multiple people all the time.”
“No, no. It’s different.” I hesitate but with liquid courage still flowing through me, I decide that it’s now or never. “I think I like… Uh… Kenny… And Craig… Kenny and Craig… Yeah.”
It’s quiet for a moment too long and I start to worry.
“Wow, uh. I’d rather you not like anyone at all but I guess I’m just glad that it’s people I know and trust. This is still surprising though, I think I’m having a hard time processing this because I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you liking anyone.” It feels like a weight has been lifted off of my chest at the ushanka wearing teen’s words, his reaction a lot more mild than what I was expecting.
“You still don’t get it, Ky. Kenny and Craig. They’re not just crushes. I like them. Both of them, at the same time.”
“Okay, and?”
“It makes me feel bad… It makes me feel guilty because if for some reason, one of them were to ever like me back, I’d hate to ruin the years of friendship we have. To ruin the group dynamic and make things awkward if something were to happen.” I quietly confess.
“But most of all, I feel like I’m cheating on the other, I guess. I feel selfish. I know I’m not dating either of them but emotional cheating is still a thing. When I share a moment with one of them, I think about the other and feel terrible. I feel disgusting. I think to myself: how can I do this to him? It doesn’t feel fair to either of them. They don’t deserve that. They don’t deserve me. They deserve to be loved by someone who can wholeheartedly commit themselves to just them, someone who can devote all of their love to them.” My breathing starts to slowly increase as I continue, revealing my biggest concern and the current bain of my existence.
“How do I feel all of this for two people at the same time? What’s wrong with me, Ky? This makes me feel like a bad person but I can’t help what I feel for the both of them. I tried, and it won’t go away no matter what I do. Am I a bad person, Ky? Am I selfish?” Gasps of air start to resound the once quiet room as I struggle to inhale in my steadily mounting hysteria.
“Hey, hey. Everything will work out. Remember to breathe.” He patiently waits until I’ve calmed myself down.
“I can see why you’d feel that way. It’s completely valid but I think you’ll be just fine. The friendship between all of us isn’t that fragile and it’d take a lot to break it, so don’t worry. I’m actually kind of offended that you think so. If that were true, we would have dropped fatass a long time ago.” I lightly smile at the ginger’s words. Making fun of Cartman always cheers me up, it never fails.
“As for Kenny and Craig, I can’t say for certain on what's to happen. But I really don’t think you should feel guilty since you’re not officially committed to either of them. I think this just means you have a lot of love in you to give. And if it ever comes down to it, just be honest. Communicate.” He peers down at me, flashing me a warm smile in reassurance.
“I just know that life gives us hard times, but you’re strong N/N. You’re gonna get through this and you’ll get through this with all of us because we love you and we care for you. You only feel so bad because you care about the both of them so much, pretty girl. They’re both so lucky to have you, we all are.” His grin grows wider, pearly white teeth making their appearance.
“... You think so?”
“Yup, I know so. We’re okay. You’ll be okay. We’ll always be okay.” He kisses the top of my head, gently squeezing the arms around me tighter.
“I’m so proud of you for telling me. And I’m so proud of you for being honest with your feelings. I know it must have been hard. I love you.”
“I love you too, Ky.”
When Kyle and I exit the bathroom, we’re surprised to find the guys waiting for us out in the hallway in worry. I apologize for worrying them as Butters and Clyde pull me into their arms, Tweek nervously hovering nearby for his turn. I catch Kyle’s eyes over the blonde’s shoulder and he tenderly smiles at me, miming himself zipping up his lips and I smile.
Stan doesn’t mention me making a dent in his precious stash and for that, I’m thankful. When he’s not looking, I hide a blunt in between his clothes to find later. That night, I sleep with my older brother, his arms wrapped around me and my head to his chest listening to the other half of me.
I’m going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.
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The day that everyone has finally been waiting for has come: the first football game of the season. Although things have gone back to normal (well, as normal as South Park can be) and I don’t need the distraction anymore, I’m still a member of the cheer team. And as a cheerleader, I’m required to wear the uniform to school as today is an official game day.
I leave the house early, before my brother even wakes up, and I catch a ride to school from Wendy. To my luck, there's a student council meeting today which is typically held an hour before school starts. I decide to take the time to wait it out in the library, seeking solitude in the quiet space. I know that the boys will eventually make the discovery but I’m going to do whatever I can to prolong the reveal.
My anxiety steadily climbs up as the time goes by and I wait until there’s just enough time to barely make it to class before the bell rings. I share homeroom with all of the boys and it’s the only class with all of us in it.
Adjusting my cheer bag, I take the time to correct my crooked bow and flatten my white, green, and black skirt. After scanning my appearance a final time in the bathroom mirror and making sure that everything is in place, I exit to see that there are only a few late stragglers in the almost desolate hallways. This prompts me to finally make the journey to class as no more detours can be made any longer.
I stare up at the door, my last barrier to the boys, and I silently curse at myself as I dreadfully realize that coming as late as possible means that all eyes will be on me when I make it through the door. I slowly push it open and take a tentative step into the classroom right as the bell rings, keeping my head down in a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety. But before I can get any step closer to my desk, the teacher calls me to his and I wince at my horrible luck.
“Ah, Ms. Marsh. A second please? Your science teacher received an assignment with no name on it and she wanted me to ask if it was yours. It looks like your handwriting so if it is, could you please write down your name on it? She won’t be here today so she left it with me yesterday. Hold on, let me look for it.” The teacher informs me, rummaging through the papers on his desk.
“Now, I know it’s here somewhere…” I internally scream at him to hurry the fuck up.
It’s quiet as the class waits for the morning announcements, only a few hushed conversations can be heard here and there as I awkwardly wait. The seconds go by and when I chance a glance at the clock on the wall, I can spot the guys from my peripherals. I’m presented with varying reactions of raised eyebrows or exaggeratedly dropped mouths. My cheeks redden and I quickly turn my head back to the teacher, fidgeting in place. When I get to my seat, the droning of the teacher gets interrupted as I feel a vibration from my pocket.
GROUP CHAT (EVERYONE)
ICantBeliveItsNot (Butters): thank you so much for helping me with my math hw, kyle! you’re such a thot :) <3
ElfKing (Kyle): I’m a WHAT??
ICantBeliveItsNot (Butters): a thoughtful person? eric taught me a new slang yesterday :3
HawkEyes (Clyde): Y/N!!!
HawkEyes (Clyde): UR IN CHEER?
HawkEyes (Clyde): ???
HawkEyes (Clyde): (picture of me at my desk in my cheer uniform)
HawkEyes (Clyde): (blurry picture of me in my cheer uniform irritated, trying to grab Clyde’s phone)
HawkEyes (Clyde): ????????
HawkEyes (Clyde): or is this some type of sexy cosplay
HawkEyes (Clyde): cause i'm down for either, so
N/N: UR SO ANNOYING LEAVE ME ALONE CLYDE
N/N: I’LL SUE YOU FOR UNSOLICITED PHOTOGRAPHY
HawkEyes (Clyde): HOW CAN I NOT
HawkEyes (Clyde): !!!!!!!!!
HawkEyes (Clyde): (heart eyes emoji) (drooling emoji) (red faced emoji with a sweat drop and its tongue hanging out)
ElfKing (Kyle): Dude.
Congo (Tolkien): Tweek has some coffee if you need something to drink, thirsty ass.
PeruvianPuffPepper (Craig): lmk if ur cold, i’ll give you my jacket to put over ur legs
N/N: <3
PussyMagnet (Kenny): nah nah if you need a jacket take mine, pretty girl
PussyMagnet (Kenny): it’s bigger and bigger is always better ;)
PeruvianPuffPepper (Craig): i doubt urs is warmer w/ all those fucking holes in it
PussyMagnet (Kenny): fuck off, asshole
KrazyKrippled (Jimmy): i agree w/ clyde
KrazyKrippled (Jimmy): i’d come to school everyday if it meant seeing you in ur cheer uniform
GrandWizard (Cartman): no wonder ms. ugoo hasn’t been bitching about football practice taking up our time
ICantBeliveItsNot (Butters): can you fellas stop texting in class, i don’t want the girls sitting next to me to think i’ve got a vibrator up my ass again
ElfKing (Kyle): Huh?
Congo (Tolkien): Pause.
StantheMan (Stan): ur WHAT??
GrandWizard (Cartman): again? wdym again???
ICantBeliveItsNot (Butters): (smiling emoji with its hand covering its mouth)
KrazyKrippled (Jimmy): i-
GrandWizard (Cartman): i fucking hate you so much, butters.
Congo (Tolkien): Oh god, the mental image.
HawkEyes (Clyde): here, let this cleanse ur eyes
HawkEyes (Clyde): (image of me flipping the camera off in my cheer uniform)
HawkEyes (Clyde): (praying hands emoji)
PussyMagnet (Kenny): shit, baby girl
PussyMagnet (Kenny): amen.
N/N: fuck off clyde, my parents wanted me to join so i did
StantheMan (Stan): mom and dad did? since when?? how did i not know about this???
N/N: it’s cause ur actually adopted, stanley. even shelley knew
N/N: step up
HawkEyes (Clyde): who the fuck cares dude, look at this!
HawkEyes (Clyde): (blurry picture of my bare legs and my cheer skirt)
PeruvianPuffPepper (Craig): dude. can you fucking stop
HawkEyes (Clyde): stfu tucker, i saw you save these pictures
StantheMan (Stan): craig???
PeruvianPuffPepper (Craig): (middle finger emoji)
KrazyKrippled (Jimmy): to be fair stan, i think everyone did
GrandWizard (Cartman): you guys are the reason why Y/N is so delusional about not being ugoo
ElfKing (Kyle): STFU cartman, delusion is you calling yourself big boned when you’re really just fucking fat.
GrandWizard (Cartman): AYE!
PussyMagnet (Kenny): give sharon and randy my thanks, stan
HawkEyes (Clyde): for the both of us, pls and thank you
PussyMagnet (Kenny): yeah, i’ll have tweek bake them cupcakes or something as thanks
IHateGnomes (Tweek): wh aaAa ?? ?
N/N: this is why i didn’t tell you guys
ICantBeliveItsNot (Butters): ahhh, pouting Y/N in her cheer uniform!! so cute :D
HawkEyes (Clyde): TAKE A PIC
StantheMan (Stan): QUIT IT W/ THE FUCKING PICTURES
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In celebration of winning our first game, the boys and I decided to celebrate at the Donovan residence. Glowing embers wash all of us in golden hues as we gather around the campfire we set up, the warmth a contributing factor to our red cheeks along with the stolen booze from our parents. The energy surrounding us is infectious as laughter rings all around us in the air, a wide smile etched onto every face. Low music plays in the background, food filling our stomachs as we begin to roast some marshmallows for s’mores.
A large hand creeps into my vision in silent invitation and my eyes follow up along its owner's arms until I see that it's Kenny standing over me. He flashes me a boyish smile and when I softly place my smaller hand into his, the blonde’s cheeks cutely scrunches up as his teeth start to show. When long fingers wrap around mine, he gently tugs me into a standing position and I escape from the warm confines of the wool blanket that I was sharing with Tweek.
He leads me away from the group, fingers intertwined, a reassuring squeeze as orange hues gradually fade away until darkness surrounds the two of us. Kenny takes off his parka and drapes it over my shoulders before nudging my arm to get me to climb up Clyde’s treehouse, my lips quirking up at his constant caring virtue. I playfully shoot him a look of warning before I start my ascent up the ladder and despite it all, he still lightly taps my ass in jest to let me know that he was indeed, checking me out.
Once we’ve both made it to the top of the wooden structure, he gently wraps his arms around my waist and softly sways us to the beat of the faint music that could still be heard from outside. I giggle as I place my arms around his shoulders, following his slow steps as we launguidly move to the melody playing down below.
“Keeping me all to yourself, McCormick?” I lightly tease, “We could’ve done this down there.”
“You caught me.” He smirks, moving his hands to find purchase at my hips as his thumbs lightly smooth over the skin under my shirt. Goosebumps arise at the sensation and he gently says, “We’ve all been busy lately and after everything that’s happened, I just figured that I didn’t want to let any more time slide like this. I caught a glimpse of what I failed to see and that’s all I needed. I’d trade in a thousand nights for just one with you, Y/N.”
I shyly smile at him, my cheeks slowly heating up despite the dropping temperature. The moonlight streams in through the open window, casting its luminescence over us. The light kisses the handsome visage of the boy in front of me, hugging his features and accentuating the sharp angles that make up Kenny McCormick. On a moonlit night like this, I don’t think I’ve ever seen stars as bright as I did at this very moment.
“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do.” The blonde softly coos in time to the music, as our feet glide across the wooden floors.
Our faces are close enough that every small wisp of air that escapes his parted lips lightly touches mine, a ghost of a touch that I wish to release reckless abandon on. I long to dive in and embrace their warmth but I fear that if I do I may sink in too deep, never able to go back up for air.
This close, I study the deep blue of his striking eyes, every shade made apparent from the small distance between us. His eyes are ever expressive, able to articulate all on their own without his lips having to move. Because of this, I never knew why no one ever understood the blonde when we were younger and his speech was muffled from his parka. Their beauty draws in my gaze and at this very moment, I feel like my whole world is reflected in them.
I gasp, spotting something twinkling from the corner of my eye, “A shooting star! Make a wish, Ken!”
“Did you wish for anything?” I excitedly ask, a broad smile adorns my face.
He softly chuckles, gently caressing both of my cheeks with slender hands and pressing a kiss to my forehead. He keeps hold of the sides of my head as he says, “No. How could I? Everything I can ever ask for is right here. You’re a dream come true, Princess. Not much I need when my whole world is literally in the palm of my hands, not even all the money in the world.”
I shove my face in the crook of the teen’s neck in embarrassment, his arms wrap back around my waist as his chest rumbles in fond laughter. I softly sing back to him, “Every word feels like a shooting star, I’m at the edge of my emotions.”
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The girls and I have a spontaneous day out at the mall, treating ourselves out to gossip over manicures and some much needed retail therapy. Towards the end of the day, we decide on watching the latest romantic comedy that Bebe has been vying to watch, to which we all agree to see for the blonde’s sake and ours lest she complains nonstop. Exiting the heavy doors of the movie theaters, we’re treated to the sight of the mesmerizing, vibrant colors of the sun as it begins its descent to sleep.
Content with the day I just had, I then decide to stop by the shop of my favorite coffee connoisseur on my way home, humming to myself as I jump over every crease I find on the sidewalk in childish delight. Skipping in happiness, I twirl to the beat of the music coming from the headphones over my ears, my skirt flaring all around me at the movement. I abruptly stop as I faintly hear someone calling out my name and I scan my eyes for the source until I see one of my old friends from North Park High.
He crosses the street with a grin on his face, delight at spotting a friend shining through his eyes, “Oh my god! Y/N! I haven’t seen you since what, June?”
I giggle in joy and relish in the warmth of the teen wrapping his arms around me in greeting, “I missed you, Bradley!”
We enter Tweek Bros. Coffeehouse together and I head to the counter to order our drinks as the blonde grabs us a seat. “Hi Tweek!” I happily sing, making grabby hands at the teen behind the counter.
“Ack! My cutest customer!” He laughs, reaching out his non-dominant hand so that I can intertwine our fingers together, the unoccupied one taking my order on the screen. I giggle, “And your favorite!”
“My favorite customer is also the cutest customer! Ngh! Y/N! Who’s that?” The barista asks.
“Hmm? Oh, Bradley? He’s a friend back from my freshman year!” I excitedly inform him, watching as he swiftly makes our drinks. I’ve always found joy in watching him make beverages, his twitching momentarily seizing as he confidently goes through the motions deeply ingrained in his body. His long fingers are mesmerizing as they produce delicious concoctions, his serious expression handsome.
Settling myself at the table, Bradley and I catch up on my old classmates, ooh’s and ahh’s animatedly escaping my mouth as I listen to the latest news.
“I’ve missed you so much, Y/N.” He softly tells me behind the porcelain mug holding the sweet hot chocolate he elected to indulge in tonight.
I playfully punch his arm, gently smiling. “The phone works both ways, Bradley. You know I’m only a phone call or text away. We may not go to the same school anymore but you’re still my friend. I’d be happy to hang out and catch up whenever our schedules align.”
He chuckles and before he can respond, a screeching sound pierces through the quiet ambiance of the cafe as someone loudly pulls out the chair next to mine. Despite not having an invitation, a figure seats themselves at my side, a muscular arm settling itself over my shoulders. I glance to my right in bewilderment, seeing that the self-invited guest joining us is Craig.
The stoic teen lightly squeezes my shoulder, pressing a quick kiss to the side of my head. “Hi, babe. Who’s this?”
“Craig! What’re you doing here? This is a friend from my old school, Bradley!” I giggle at the pleasant surprise, wrapping my arm around his lower back at the waist to bring the two of us closer.
“Hi! It’s nice to meet you.” The blonde greets, confusion crossing his features as his eyes dart between the two of us.
“Hmm.” Craig completely disregards him, grabbing my cup and drinking from it.
“Oh, uh. So, how do you two know each other?” Bradley is caught off guard when the newcomer completely disregards returning his greeting. A nervous smile presents itself on his face at the impartial teen seated in front of him as he tries to continue the one-sided conversation.
When Craig doesn’t respond, I gently pinch his side to urge him to reply. “Huh? Oh, you’re still here. I’m her boyfriend. Right, babe?” He lands a swift kiss to my cheeks, plush lips touching rapidly heating skin as the hand belonging to the arm wrapped around my shoulder possessively grasps my chin to angle it towards him.
My head snaps towards the tall teen after his display of affection as Bradley vocalizes both of our thoughts, chuckling uncomfortably. “Boyfriend? I didn’t know Y/N had someone in her life like that.”
”Oh, you’re not close enough for her to have told you?” One of Craig’s eyebrows pettily lifts up, trying to make the North Parker insecure about his relationship with me.
”Ah, I-… The info must have gone over my head.” Bradley purses his lips, offering the teen in front of him a tight smile.
“Yep.” The chullo wearing teen offers no other words, continuing to sip at the stolen drink, a blank stare on his face.
This causes an awkward standstill in the conversation as I’m lost as to what’s happening, unable to provide any explanation to the confused North Parker. I look between the two boys, Bradley exuding nervous energy and Craig nonchalant. Eventually, the curley haired blonde quickly excuses himself from the oppressive atmosphere in a bid to escape.
“Boyfriend? What was that about?” I question in confusion, my head racking through my memories in panic to see if I forgot something as monumental as the Craig Tucker becoming my significant other. Did I accidentally confess to him the last time we got high or something?!
“Tweek texted us about you being on a date. I thought you went out with the girls today?” He quirks an eyebrow at me and my jaw drops.
“I was! I was just heading home when I ran into a classmate from my freshman year! And why are you guys keeping tabs on me like that?” I sharply turn my head to squint my eyes at Tweek. A clatter is heard as he drops something when he ducks behind the front counter, a shrill Gyah! accompanying the sound.
“You bumped into a guy from North Park, all the way here? Hmm.” It doesn’t sound like he believes me.
“Yeah! He was here because he had to-, wait… Were you jealous, Tucker?” I slyly ask even though my heart feels like its about to rip out of my chest and butterflies will escape through the subsequent opening.
“Of course I was.” He calmly says as he drains the last drops of my caffeinated beverage.
“Yes, you wer—what.” I’m caught off guard at his easy admission, ready to be annoying if he denied it.
“What? Why’re you so surprised?” He finally places the mug down, his undivided attention now on me.
“I just… Uh…”
“I thought you knew that I’ve always chosen you. And I’ll continue to choose you, over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you because for me, there’s only you. So of course I’d be jealous to see you with another boy like that.” My cheeks quickly heat up at his casual admittance.
I shyly mutter, voice soft. “Bradley’s just a friend, Craig. His parents sent him to Camp New Grace when he was younger.”
Recognition flashes through Craig’s eyes, remembering the homophobic Christian camp that Butters was sent to when his parents thought he was bi-curious.
“Ah.” Various shades of pretty red adorn the teen’s cheeks in embarrassment at the misunderstanding.
It was a funny thing. Feelings, and the way that they blossomed in places that they had no business being in. Those very specific stomach churning butterflies and skipped heartbeats were unmistakably there every time I found myself in Craig Tucker’s presence.
“Well, regardless if you were interested in him or not doesn’t change what I said. You are, and always will be, in my heart. You have it now, and you’ve had it since I first laid my eyes on you. You own the biggest part of me already and I would love for it to remain that way.” He averts his eyes, using his unoccupied hand to scratch the back of his head in embarrassment.
My cheeks begin to ache at the ever present smile that presents itself in the boy’s presence. I bring my hand up, gently intertwining my fingers with those on the hand wrapped around my shoulder and lean my head against him.
Whenever Craig says stuff like this, I can never find the words to properly express the elation I experience at his charming words. Happiness floods my entire being to the point that it feels like I’m drowning. Not a bad kind, it’s the most beautiful type of drowning a human being can ever experience. The one where it’s all inside my rapidly beating heart. If I could just rip my heart open and let him see my feelings, then maybe he’d know. Because it would take a lifetime of both actions and words to convey the fondness I feel for this boy.
Despite knowing him all my life, I’m still always in awe that I’ve been given the chance and opportunity to be in the presence of someone as aloof as Craig. Someone notorious around South Park for his cold attitude, never giving girls the time of day.
I’m abundantly grateful to have a person like him in my life that it’d be hard to show any measure of it. Sometimes you don’t need to say words to say what’s in your heart but for him, I want to try. I can only hope to convey at least a small fraction of that with all the things I’m capable of doing on this Earth.
And to start that, I order us another round of beverages and a dessert to share between us, if only so we can stay here, in this moment, a little longer.
song: [yellow - coldplay]
a/n: the song kenny sings along to was what inspired this scene so i highly recommend having this play when you read this section of the chapter!♡
#south park#south park x reader#craig tucker x reader#kenny mccormick#craig tucker#south park fanfiction#kenny mccormick x reader#lalawrites
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Mabel Propaganda
"[insert "i am 12 years old" comic]"
"You probably already know about this but back when the series was airing people were really pissed at Mabel because she was supposedly selfish. Yeah ok guys asking for a fucking megaphone to help a merman find his family was TOTALLY unreasonable. Dipper giving up one (1) "date" with a girl way older than him to save Mabel's pet was SO not worth it. (This is sarcasm btw. Side note a lot of these have to do with Dipper's crush on Wendy which is a whole other discussion.) And then there's the big one. Mabel causing Weirdmageddon. What people fail to realize with this is that 1) she was extremely stressed when she handed Bill the rift 2) she was tricked by Bill, a being that is A MASTER AT TRICKING PEOPLE, into thinking that she was being handed a magic solution to what felt like the end of the world to her, and 3) she was TWELVE. Not to pull out the "she is literally neurodivergent and a minor" card but do you really expect a 12 year old who's just been told that she's gonna have to face a big and difficult transition WITHOUT her brother who's been there for her all her life to make a rational decision? Y'all seriously fell for Bill's empty words in Sock Opera. Absolute bufoons. You would not survive Weirdmageddon."
"Oh wow, a preteen girl under extreme distress acts like a preteen girl under extreme distress. Whoda thunk?"
Allison Propaganda
Receives classio fandom misogynoir. She did eventually go down a dark path and do some fucked up things in season 3 (which I have a lot of problems with) but it was met by reactions of "see I knew she was evil all along!" people saying she never changed and was always selfish and terrible: (at the start of her character arc in season 1, she's struggling with the consequences of her actions and trying to be a better person. Among other things, she used her powers of compulsion to force her daughter to behave, which is BAD but it's not inhumanly evil. Can you imagine being an exhausted mom dealing with a misbehaving child and knowing that you have the ability to make them be quiet and do what you want? You really wouldn't be tempted? Anyway, she REGRETS IT.) It was painful near the end of season 1 where her sibling (Viktor, but season 1 was before his transition) was being manipulated by his evil boyfriend into unleashing his powers (sealed because they were dangerous) and turning against his family. Allison tried to warn him and take him back with her. When talking didn't work, Allison felt her only option was to compell him (which works by her saying "I heard a rumor" and then whatever she wants the person to do), and when she tried that Viktor slit her throat. He felt guilty for it but his evil boyfriend led him away and Allison was left there bleeding. People watching BLAMED ALLISON FOR THIS. She was DESPERATE to get her sibling back & away from an evil guy that was leading him down a really destructive path (he caused the end of the world! because of it!) and only tried to use her power after asking didn't work. She did not deserve to be hurt like that. Allison unfortunately was a bad person in season 3. But she sure as hell wasn't always a bad person and I hated seeing so many people say she was, I stopped looking at fandom spaces because of it. She was trying her best and did a lot of good before that."
#semi finals#females fucked over tournament#gravity falls#the umbrella academy#mabel pines#allison hargreeves
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