#almost got ran over by a car too bc i stopped in the middle of the fucking road
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singing it to urself hits different fr. healing the inner child and everything
#second venting post of the day oof look away.#when i got off the bus after a ride of like 40 mns to get home from my class smthg happened#literally all the strength in my body evaporated. like i braced myself against a pole to not actually fall on the concrete#and the bus stop is only like 100 meters from my house but i took maybe 10 mns to get home bc i had to take a break every three steps#at some point i just sat on the ground. physically couldnt get up i had to try three times#almost got ran over by a car too bc i stopped in the middle of the fucking road#and when i finally got to my street i just. started crying and crying i couldnt stop#my whole upper body hurt and i couldnt think abt anything else just repeating 'it hurts so much' to myself sobbing for god knows how long#after a while finally got home. got to the kitchen warmed up some food. i could barely lift my arms up#oh and the crying kept going of course :) i was just so exhausted and so hurt it felt like my heart was physically breaking inside my chest#forced myself to eat cause i knew i needed it but it took so much strength to just. swallow it down. like my throat was tight as shit#finally got undressed and thank GOD remembered that i have a weighted blanket#ive been under it for two hours and a half now and ive calmed down but. yea#i think what happened is i just couldnt take it anymore ive been so so so strong trying to keep myself alive#and im really tired and i reached that stage in therapy where im like. mourning the care i was never given and coming to terms with#the fact that im never ever gonna get it from anyone but myself. and im gonna do it bc i deserve it and child/teenage me both deserve it#but god im exhausted and it just hurts so bad i cant let it go. no one is ever gonna give me the care my parents were supposed to. no one#i just wanna collapse into someone and be on auto pilot for a good fucking month at least just letting them take care of me. but i cant#i know its gonna pass eventually but for now im IN it and its. hard its rly rly hard. im rly tired i cant even speak#pulling words out of me today felt impossible i forced myself to do the bare minimum so no one would dig into it but wow#anyway. if anyone has read that far obviously dont rb with the tags lmao#rizcore#Spotify
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starstruck | (m)
pairings: rockstar!eren yeager x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw, penetrative sex, fingering, creampie, roughness, drug use, explicit language
words: 4.4k+
summary: you and your friend decide to sneak backstage at your band’s favorite concert and the vip treatment you recieve is more than you bargained for.
inspired by
a/n: you know the drill :p obey (with YUNGBLUD) by bring me the horizon it’s literally not a sexy song so don’t go in listening to it expectin to get horny LMAOO it’s just the kind of sound i imagined eren’s band to have, but it was sexy to me bc the image of rockstar eren tormented me the entire time i wrote this
“I can’t believe I agreed to this. This is fucking crazy.” Your friend’s voice was a fidgety whisper behind you. Her face’s close proximity to the back of your neck had her heavy expiration fanning over your nape every time she opened her mouth to reprimand herself for allowing you to beguile her into illegal trespassing.
“You’re fucking crazy,” she whispered again, tugging the leather sleeve of your jacket with a pesky grip.
You shrugged her touch off of your arm and took a brief glimpse over your shoulder to offer her a sour look. “Can you be quiet? You freaking out is making us look suspicious.” You whisked your head back around, peering around the corner of the vacant merch tent.
“No, us creeping around to sneak onto a fucking tour bus is making us look suspicious,” she retorted.
The corner of your mouth tightened at your friend’s concern and you lifted your hand to give her a dismissive wave. You were astounded when she had originally agreed to your brazen proposal, although it took minutes of incessant pleading for her to actually give in. Her veiled reluctance surfaced the minute you two had separated from the concert’s crowd at the end of the show and snuck around the stage to the back of the venue. What began as her unease and quiet suggestions that maybe your idea wasn’t so smart, intensified into irritating nagging. You gave her the option to turn around and wait for you back at the car, but as your companion, she sighed and remarked that something so stupid couldn’t be done alone.
“I see it,” you said eagerly and with a proud grin. The vehicle was stationed a decent distance from where the two of you had been standing, but you measured the stretch with your eyes and figured that if you walked quickly enough, you’d be able to make it on without being caught.
“How do we even know they’re on it?” Your friend craned her head past yours to get a better view of what you saw.
“We don’t. I’m just guessing.”
“Oh great, that’s exactly the answer I wanted.” She released a tense and quiet laugh before retreating back behind the screen of the tent.
You surveyed the security guards as they patrolled back and forth along the premises, waiting until the coast was clear. Once you noticed an opening, you forcefully grabbed your friend’s wrist, ignoring her silent grunt of protest, and pulled her along. She stumbled into your stride and peered over at you, doing her best to follow your quick feet while mirroring your nonchalant guise.
Closer and closer, the two of you neared the tour bus until it had to have been only yards away. You tried to remain composed through your excitement, making sure you didn’t break your character. No fucking way your plan had actually gone off without a hitch, it almost seemed too easy.
“Hey!”
You kept walking. Maybe the exclamation wasn’t for you, but once the holler was thrown again, your body went rigid, and the tempo of your steps slowed until you stopped in your tracks. The adrenaline that commanded your legs had been substituted for lead and it kept your feet pinned to the ground. You couldn’t even run.
“Hey, you two aren’t supposed to be back here.”
You blinked once, long and hard, before pivoting on your heel. You watched, mortified, as a burly security guard started in your direction and got closer until he loomed over you both with a threatening advantage in height.
He looked even angrier now that you could see the way his thick eyebrows creased together and created a ripple of lines above them that disappeared into a bald head. His hefty arms were crossed against his chest while he glowered down at you two, waiting to hear a story. You could tell your excuse wouldn’t matter though, it was obvious he wasn’t in the mood for jocular conversation.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, we were looking for the bathroom,” you explained, clasping your hands together and feigning an apologetic smile. You turned your head from side to side, looking around innocently to sell your lie, and then looked back up at the guard with a nervous laugh. “And I guess it’s not here.”
Your friend shook her head and said nothing, but you were certain she was drawing up a creative speech in her head, wondering how she would tell you that she “told you so” this time.
“Nice try.” The guard curled his lip angrily. “Come on.” He reached out a thick hand and wrapped it around your bicep while grabbing the back of your friend’s shirt with a crude yank. Your eyes went wide at his hostile grip and you jerked your arm, trying to free yourself of his hold.
“Hey, whoa!” His grip only tightened. “We can walk ourselves!”
The guard forced you two forward, prompting you to walk so he could escort you off the grounds.
“What’s going on?”
You looked up and your writhing ceased. Instead, heat flushed your cheeks and you stood dazed. It didn’t take long before you recognized the owner of the voice because, naturally, you would have been able to recognize him from a mile away, but luckily you didn’t have to. He was right in front of you.
It was Eren, the lead singer and guitarist of the band you had been screaming your heart out to not even an hour ago. He was your favorite member, meaning you’d watched countless interviews and had several pictures of him saved on your phone, but nothing could have prepared you for what he looked like up close. His long brown hair looked like it was still damp with sweat, a sign of his showmanship on stage, and it framed his face in careless wisps and fell loosely past his shoulders. His torso was unclad, showing the dark inkings that adorned his biceps and stretched all the way up his shoulders until they met at the detailed design of wings in the middle of his chest. Dark ripped jeans sat loosely, just below his hips, and teased a peek at deep v-lines that ran underneath the top of his waistband.
You fought off the urge to drop to your knees and pray for how sinfully hot he looked.
Trailing behind him were his bandmates, Armin and Jean, the band’s other guitarists, and Connie, the band’s drummer. You had never seen such an attractive circle of friends where you would have been satisfied taking any of them, and although you avowed to your friend that Connie was hers since she favored him, you absolutely would’ve allowed him to do whatever he wanted to you.
“Caught these two trying to sneak onto the tour bus.” The security guard thrusted you two ahead with an unsatisfied huff, and you shot him a glare.
Eren’s attention dropped from the security guard’s face and drifted over to your friend first before settling on you, eyes sweeping over your face and falling at half-mast. He arched an eyebrow then averted his gaze from your chest.
“It’s cool, let them go.”
“Are you sure?” The security guard’s grip on you loosened, and you pulled out of his hold the minute you felt him unhand you.
Eren shrugged. “Yeah. They can hang.” He quickly dismissed the security guard and casually sauntered past you before disappearing onto their bus.
You glanced over at your friend who looked like she was still in the process of trying to grasp the situation evolving in front of her.
“What kind of assholes turn away fans?” Jean teased, giving you a warm smile before he lifted his half-empty water bottle to his lips.
Connie switched his drum sticks to one hand and slipped them behind his back into his pocket. “You guys are fans, right? You’re not trying to steal a couple of used water bottles to sell online are you?”
You took a lengthy pause and waited for your friend to answer, giving her an opportunity to converse with him, but she said nothing. She just rocked back and forth on her feet, staring at the ground timidly to avoid looking Connie in the eye.
“No,” you answered for her. “I mean yes, we’re fans. Big fans. No to trying to sell your DNA.”
Your response earned a chuckle from Armin and a hearty laugh from Connie while he nodded in approval. “Alright.” He tilted his head in the direction of the bus as though encouraging you two on.
You watched as the rest of the members filed inside, and then your friend seized your hand frantically.
“Holy shit. Y/N, holy shit!” She squealed, and you snorted at her sudden ability to talk once again. “You saw him right? You saw him.” It didn’t take much detail for you to gather that she was gushing about Connie.
“Did you even see him? Your head was down the whole time, you didn’t say a single word to him.”
Your friend’s animated face slackened into a placid expression. “I didn’t trust myself. If I opened my mouth I would have asked him to put me in a headlock.” She exhaled. “Jesus Christ, those arms.” Your goading smile stretched into an amused grin, and you shook your head at your friend’s hysterical behavior.
The inside of the tour bus was much larger than you would have deduced from its seemingly modest exterior. Its floors were dark and polished wood that matched the ceiling, both surfaces lined with subdued yellow light. Aside from the sizable kitchen to your right, large leather couches sat on either side of the lounge area, and stretching to the bus’ rear were dimly lit bunk beds that were half-obscured by a dark curtain.
“Holy shit, this is a house on wheels,” your friend breathed, mouth agape.
“Well we’re on the road most of the time, so it might as well be,” Armin answered, throwing himself into one of the sofas with a labored sigh. He threw his head back in exhaustion and brought his arms up to rest against the top of the couch. “We never caught your names by the way.”
Both you and your friend introduced yourselves, forgoing a proper introduction from the band’s members. You evidently already knew who they were.
Armin smiled. “Nice to meet you guys.”
Jean shuffled through, handing you and your friend a water bottle, which you accepted with much appreciation. You hadn’t taken heed of how thirsty you’d been, and you hadn’t had anything to drink since the concert had started. Even while you swooned in the crowd between sweaty bodies, dehydration threatening to ruin your fun, you’d refused to pay $4 for a beverage.
“Make yourselves at home.” He threw another bottle to Armin.
“Oh no, we’re not planning on staying that long.” Your friend laughed, clutching onto her drink so tightly that the plastic squeaked in her grip.
You nudged her in the ribs with an assertive elbow and said her name quietly through clenched teeth, barely audible enough for the two of you to hear. She looked at you with uncertainty, and you gave her a forced grin.
“Don’t be rude. They said we should make ourselves at home.” You obliged to Jean’s invite, taking a seat in one of the leather cushions.
The situation you were in was a rare opportunity, the type of opportunity you’d only heard from other people, the type of opportunity you’d read fanfiction about in your early adolescence. If anyone told you that you’d be living such an opportunity, you weren’t sure if you’d really believe them, but had you declined to appease your friend’s irrational concern, you knew you’d regret it for years.
“Did you guys enjoy the show?” Connie leaned against the wall of the bus and wedged a rolled stick of paper between his pursed lips. He brought a hand-held lighter to the end of the stick, sparking it a few times with his thumb before a small flame engulfed the thin paper and thick smoke billowed from its tip. It only took a moment before the pungent, herbal stench of marijuana invaded the inside of the tour bus.
“Of course, you guys are amazing.” You nodded, perching yourself up in your seat and clapping your hands together excitedly. “We’ve been trying to see you guys in concert for a long time now.”
Eren fell into the seat beside you, and your body tensed up almost instantly. You’d managed to feign calmness from your first encounter because it had been easy to masquerade your nervousness from a distance, but now that he was even closer, surely he could have heard your heart palpitating against your ribcage. Its beating grew even quicker once Eren sat back and slid his arm behind you to lay it atop the backrest.
“Yeah?” His voice was languid. “What’s your favorite song?”
“That’s a hard question,” you chuckled, suddenly becoming very interested in the sleeves of your jacket. “I seriously don’t know if I can pick just one.” It hadn’t been a hard question at all, but you simply couldn’t think through the smell of his faded cologne and the feeling of his naked chest up against the side of your arm.
“That’s cool,” Eren smiled, but responded plainly. “You smoke?”
Your eyes drifted up to see Eren offering you a partially-burnt joint in between two fingers. He inhaled deeply from his hit and exhaled, a thick white cloud rolling past his lips.
You hadn’t smoked before, and you weren’t an avid consumer of weed. One edible at a party had you manic until your friends had to calm you down in a separate room and reassure you that you weren’t dying, but you still accepted it hesitantly. You brought it to your lips and took a deep draw before erupting into a fit of coughs.
“Easy,” Eren laughed, and his warm hand rubbed the nape of your neck soothingly. He took the joint from your hands and held it towards Armin.
Your chest and throat heaved with the searing sensation of a foreign substance, and your body racked with an incessant wheeze until it was sure it had expelled all of the stuff. Eren beside you thought it was the funniest thing.
“So you guys in college?” Connie asked, this time directing his question to your friend since you clearly couldn’t respond.
She nodded quickly, still avoiding making eye contact with him. He must have noticed and thought it was endearing because the corner of his mouth quirked upward into a knowing smirk.
“Sick,” Eren remarked. “I dropped out of college, but you guys should stay in school, seriously.”
“Don’t worry I have no plans to drop out and become a musician,” you rasped once your coughing subsided.
He paused for a moment and then looked at you. “What about a boyfriend?” His eyes drank you in from bottom to top until he met your clueless stare.
“Do I have a boyfriend?” You blinked, and then the tip of your ears went up in an uncomfortable heat that spread over the side of your face until your skin was aflame with realization. “No.”
“That’s good.” Eren studied you from behind heavy lids and he lingered on your lips, his own spreading into a suggestive grin. “So it’s cool if I do this?”
He leaned in and affixed his lips at the curve of where your jaw met your ear. His mouth was hot and the kiss was wet against your feverish skin. He planted another one lower, against the hollow dip where your neck curved, and then he bent the arm resting behind your head, using his hand to turn your face toward him so that when he tilted himself forward again, he could kiss you without interference. His lips were soft and slow as they commanded your mouth to follow his rhythm, and you withheld a desperate and excited whimper once Eren slipped a seductive tongue past your teeth.
He relaxed another hand on your leg, rubbing slow circles into the top of your thigh while edging closer and closer to the top of your waistband. Once his leisure fingers skimmed over your pants’ button, he skillfully undid the first hole before moving on to your zipper. You made a small sound of protest and pulled back in embarrassment.
“In front of your bandmates?” you questioned in a breathy whisper.
Eren shrugged, looking unfazed. “They don’t care. Nothing they haven’t seen before.”
Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. He was a goddamn celebrity for crying out loud, had you really thought you were the first girl he brought onto the bus to fuck? And he’d done it in front of his bandmates? You shifted uncomfortably, looking to Armin, Jean, and Connie who were now occupied with showing your friend pictures they’d been sent from professional photographers after past shows.
“I don’t know,” you admitted timidly.
Eren rolled his head to the side, visibly bothered by your response. He glanced over to his bandmates and swept through his locks with a lazy hand. “Hey, why don’t you guys go show her the stage set before they pack up?”
Your friend looked away from the laptop they were gathered around and over her shoulder. “But—.”
Eren’s fingers trailed up and down the side of your neck, clearly eager to resume your previous matters. Were you really about to pass up this chance?
You gave your friend a reassuring thumbs up alongside Eren’s suggestion. “I’ll come find you later.”
It almost seemed like Eren sent his bandmates an unspoken cue, because Connie quickly chimed in before your friend had another turn to object. “Yeah. It’s okay, we’ll take care of you.” He wrapped a tattooed arm around your friend’s shoulder and gave her a friendly shake.
You could almost see the rise and fall of her chest cease, and you actually grew worried for her. It looked like she had nearly died and came back to life, but her stunned face melted into a flustered smile and she laughed sheepishly. “Okay.”
Connie nodded and gave Eren a two finger salute before escorting your friend off the bus with Jean and Armin following closely behind.
Once the door to the bus closed Eren shifted his attention back to you.
“There. Problem solved.” His green eyes had darkened and clouded over with desire again. “You feel better?”
“I guess,” you murmured.
You didn’t get a second chance to speak because Eren’s lips coupled to yours once more, and his hands continued against your zipper before he slipped his fingers into your underwear. He brought two fingers to your slit, skimming lightly over the delicate skin before sliding his middle finger between your folds to part them.
You released a sharp gasp against Eren’s mouth as you felt the cold metal of his rings against your cunt, but he made no efforts to pull away. The earthy taste of marijuana on his tongue caused your head to swim and you began to feel the drug’s intoxicant effects yourself. Your limbs grew heavier as you lay slack against Eren’s body while the sensation of his soft strokes against your tender clit had you whimpering against his lips.
He dipped his finger down to your body’s orifice, sliding it into your hole to glaze the digit with your arousal.
“God, you’re so tight.” Eren’s voice was deep as he pulled away from your mouth and both of you looked down to watch the way he worked you. “I want you around my cock.”
Your hips jerked involuntarily against his hand with the mention of his desire, and he brought his touch back up to your clit, using your essence as lubrication. The bus was quiet except for the symphony of Eren’s husky pants and your lewd whines as he slowly quickened the pace when he felt your body begin to tremble against his.
“Fuck, Eren—,” you mewled. You hadn’t even given thought to how unusual his name sounded coming out of your mouth. Eren, the singer and lead guitarist of your favorite band had his fingers inside of your pants, and here you were moaning his name. “Oh fuck—.”
Your orgasm intensified quickly after its onset, you hadn’t even realized you were climaxing until your body was convulsing and your fingers were digging into Eren’s biceps.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Eren—,” you cried.
“That’s it,” Eren cooed. “Atta girl.”
His fingers continued working against your clit until you wrapped a sweaty hand around his wrist, a silent plea for him to stop before he sent you into overstimulation.
He hummed in amusement and heeded your request before pulling his hands out of your underwear. Now he worked his hands against his own belt, unfastening the buckle before pushing his jeans down with his briefs in one swift and eager motion. His cock was half-hard and continued growing rigid after he took himself in his hand and began pumping his throbbing length.
You watched in wonderment as his palm worked painfully slow against his thick shaft, and pearls of precum gathered at his tip before dribbling down his swollen head. Your own dirty fantasies where you’d tried to envision how big Eren was hardly did him justice.
You rose to your feet, kicking off your shoes with haste, and stepped out of your pants. You shrugged off your jacket as well, realizing how uncomfortably sticky your sweaty arms felt against the leather material.
“Come here,” Eren hummed, and released his cock. He held his hands out for you to take, and he pulled you onto his lap. He supported your waist until your knees were mounted on either side of his thighs, and you pulled your underwear to the side, allowing his pulsating tip to prod your entrance.
“You gonna show me how well you ride?” he asked, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.
You nodded, resting your hands on his shoulders and undulating your wet folds against his cock. You released a desperate whimper every time he nudged your clit.
“Yeah? Show me.”
Eren watched as you slipped him in, and what started as a whine deepened into an obscene cry while you felt him stretch your walls out. You eased down until you sat at the base of his cock and he’d filled you to the hilt.
You dug your teeth into your lower lip, waiting to adjust to his girth before you slowly started moving up and down. Eren’s shallow breathing encouraged you while you lifted yourself up and then back down, each time releasing an agonizing sob.
“Good girl.” Eren’s large hands traveled up from your waist and rested on your chest. “Just like that.” He loosely cupped his hands over your clothed chest, adoring the way your quickening pace caused your breasts began to jounce underneath your shirt, but your ache to feel his touch everywhere along your skin became uncontrollable.
Your fingers curled around the hem of your top and you quickly slipped the material off, tossing it onto the couch beside you. You did the same with your bra, too impatient to fumble around with the pesky hooks.
Eren grinned lazily, before resting his palms against your breasts and giving them a small jiggle. He leaned forward, lolling his tongue out, and flicked its tip against the hardening bead of your nipple. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes and smiled at the way you murmured his name before rolling his thumb over the wet skin.
“So fucking hot,” Eren praised. He gave your other breast a brisk slap, watching it shake with the impact, and then he took you in his mouth. He sucked hungrily before taking your nipple between his teeth and tugged on it.
You continued bouncing on Eren’s cock before he released a guttural groan and threw his head back. “Fuck, don’t stop.” The tattoos along his sweaty chest expanded with each uneven breath. “I’m gonna cum.”
Eren’s hands traveled down to your ass, and black-painted nails dug into your skin while he directed you up and down. You rolled your hips against him until you felt his cock jerk inside you, and then he was filling you up.
Eren unloaded himself into you and your walls fluttered around his quivering length. His balls spasmed, making sure he’d jettisoned every drop of thick, white cum. He pulled his cock out before your knees gave way and you collapsed next to him. Your pussy clenched around nothing, still adjusting to Eren’s absence, and you felt his release leak out of your hole.
You heaved, eyes strung tightly, while you desperately tried to catch your breath. You had to have been dreaming. You kept your eyes closed, fearing that you’d wake, but they fluttered open instinctively when you felt Eren’s weight lift from beside you.
“Where are you going?” You watched as he tugged his pants up and fastened his buckle before shuffling around the bus looking for something. Jesus Christ, just how much stamina did this guy have?
“Your friend’s probably wondering what’s taking you so long,” Eren replied, disappearing behind the curtain leading to the bedroom in the back of the bus.
Your hand flew to your forehead and you sat up, feeling guilty that you had completely forgotten your friend. Knowing her, she was probably worrying herself sick wondering what Eren had possibly done to you. You started retrieving your clothes and getting dressed, but you paused momentarily, calling out to wherever Eren had been on the bus.
“I should give you my number.” You stuck a leg into your pants. “You know, just to keep in touch.” You stuck your other leg in and hopped around, pulling your pants up.
Eren reappeared from behind the curtain, tugging on a fitted black t-shirt. “Don’t worry about that.”
You popped your head out from under your shirt and reached for your jacket. You laughed lightly and gave him a confused look.
“Safety and shit. We can’t give our personal information out to just anyone.” He gave you a pitiful smile, but you could tell it was more for you than for him.
“Oh,” you responded quietly.
Eren seemed unconcerned with the guidelines he was given, as though he didn’t care much about whether he even remembered your name once they were on the road again.
“Don’t look so sad babe. You’re lucky.” He tilted his head toward you and raised his eyebrows. “Not everyone gets to fuck a rockstar.”
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hi arrow! can i get a fic of ian being jealous on a date (maybe someone flirts with mickey??) and mickey just loves it bc it makes ian all passive aggressive and bossy and saying 'my husband' 283949 times ❤️
Of course you can! Or at least I tried lol, it got a little random.💖
That Green-Eyed Monster (is my husband)
They never had really gotten in the habit of going on dates, before. Not real dates at least, in public places where you could eat with utensils or sit side-by-side and pretend to watch the entertainment while you were really just watching each other. They had tried, but something always got in the way--the military, jail sentences, arrest warrants, pandemics, family emergencies--they just had shit luck, alright?
So when things got a little less crazy on the aforementioned fronts, they started trying a little bit harder. They had a designated date night, now. Sometimes they planned together, sometimes they took turns surprising each other with heartfelt (or sometimes comical) plans.
This time, it had been Mickey's turn.
“Where are we going?” Ian asked yet again from where he was blindfolded in the passenger seat of Tami’s car. They’d usually take the ambulance, but Mickey didn’t want to stick out too much today—not in a place where an ambulance could potentially be needed.
“I still ain’t gonna tell you,” Mickey answered, but relented enough to add, “we’re almost there though, you’ll see soon.”
Sure enough, the entrance to the parking lot came up on the right, and Mickey swung in in that ridiculous little car.
As soon as Ian felt the car stop, he was reaching for his blindfold—not one of their good ones, just an old headband they had found on Debbie’s floor—but Mickey grabbed his hand before he could slip it off.
“Hey hey hey,” Mickey chastised. “What’s the rush there, flash?”
“What, I can’t be a little eager for our date?” Ian pouted, knowing it would get Mickey to give in. No matter how many times he tried to pretend that he wasn’t soft, Mickey always gave in to the pout.
He was right. Gentle hands pushed the headband off of Ian’s eyes, which were immediately filled with the sight of Mickey’s own as the other man ran fingers through Ian’s hair in an attempt to smooth it down.
“Alright, come on then,” Mickey ordered, leaving one firm kiss at the corner of Ian’s lips before pulling back and getting out of the car. “If you’re so eager, you get to pay.”
Ian chuckled as he let himself out and met Mickey around the front of the car. “Why would I pay?” he asked jokingly. “It’s your week to woo me, asshole, you get to foot the bill.”
“Foot the bill with your money, sure,” Mickey retorted, and Ian rolled his eyes as he automatically fell into step beside him.
“Our money,” he reminded his husband, getting an arm around his waist. He was always surprised when Mickey let him do that—he said it felt awkward to walk with the jolly red giant suckered onto his side—but this time Mickey actually leaned into him.
He didn’t even notice where they were, outside a little building in the middle of nowhere. He let go of Mickey to walk through the door ahead of him, fully intending to continue their playful banter, when he stopped still.
There were a lot of guns in this place.
Paintball guns, that was.
“Mickey,” Ian said slowly as his husband came up behind him, “did you bring me here to shoot me?”
Mickey just smirked as he swanned past toward the check-in desk.
“Maybe, hotshot,” he answered. “You gonna complain?”
Ian shook his head with a shit-eating grin.
“Hell no,” he declared. “You better be ready for me.”
Mickey signed his name on a waiver with a flourish and took the gun handed to him by a worker, tossing it to Ian.
“Am I ever not?”
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Ian was having a blast, pun intended, as he shot the shit out of everybody else on the range. Mickey wasn’t faring too badly either; despite being on the opposite team, neither one of them had managed to shoot each other yet.
It didn’t hurt that Mickey looked damn good, either. He was completely in his element out here, taking guys out left and right with perfect marksmanship and even more perfect form, his shoulders barely moving with the recoil as he shot. Half the time, Ian missed his chance because he was too busy watching him to fire—the other half, he didn’t even want to if it meant taking Mickey out of the game and losing his eye-candy.
Finally, a break was called, and everyone filed off the course while it was reset for the next round.
Ian grabbed a bottle of water from a long table near the building, guzzling half of it in one go before looking around for his husband.
He found him quickly enough, recognizing his back immediately even in unfamiliar gear with his hair all mussed from the protective helmet they had to wear.
But he did not recognize the man standing next to Mickey, raking his eyes over Mickey’s stocky build.
The stranger was saying something, Mickey tossing his head back in laughter, and then a hand was on Mickey’s arm and Ian suddenly found himself at Mickey’s back.
“Everything good here, fellas?” Ian asked casually, standing a couple feet away.
“Fine, Gallagher,” Mickey said with a smile. “Johnny here was just tellin’ me he could give me some pointers before the next round.”
Ian raised his eyebrows, glancing from Mickey’s face to the stranger’s and back.
“Pointers?” he asked, voice going a touch high at the end. Who the fuck did this guy think he was, offering shooting pointers to Mickey fucking Milkovich? He had gotten there just in time, it seemed, because there was no way in hell Mickey would let that insult slide.
“Yeah,” Mickey said. “Says I need to work on my form a little, widen my stance, you know. Thought I’d give it a shot.”
Wait. What?
“I was just telling him,” the stranger—Johnny, though how they were on a first name basis already Ian had no idea—chimed in, “that I have a lot of experience with real firearms.”
“And I was sayin’ how much I admire a military man,” Mickey interjected with a smirk, “so I might as well let him show me some moves.”
“Mickey,” Ian hissed lowly, “what are you doing?”
Mickey didn’t answer.
“You ever shot a real gun, Mick?” Johnny asked abruptly, catching on that he was missing something but determined not to lose Mickey’s attention.
“It’s like nothing else, dude, I swear. The feel of that smooth metal in your hands,” he continued as he moved closer, lifting a hand to Mickey’s arm again. “The way it moves with you, goes off when you,” he leaned in even closer, and added in a low voice, “pull the trigger.”
Alarm bells were ringing in Ian’s head at this point.
“Nah,” Mickey was answering, “my guy won’t let me play with the real stuff.”
“Sounds like you need a new guy, then,” Johnny murmured, and Ian had had enough.
“He’s taken,” he cut in gruffly, moving to stand by Mickey’s side. He couldn’t hold Mickey with the gear in the way, but he got a hand on his back, at least, curling fingers into the top of his waistband.
Johnny looked at him askance, and shrugged.
“I don’t see a ring,” he pointed out, and Ian grit his teeth. They had taken them off before starting, for safety, and he never regretting following the rules more a day in his life.
“Besides, who are you to speak for him?” Johnny asked.
“Oh, this is Ian,” Mickey introduced quickly. He was smiling, the asshole, like some guy wasn’t trying to steal him from right under Ian’s own nose. “He’s my—”
“His husband,” Ian stated firmly, and watched Johnny’s eyes go wide. “His ex-army, ex-con husband.”
“Hey man, I’m sorry,” Johnny apologized, hands up. “I didn’t know.”
Ian nodded, ready to let it go despite his urge to send the man packing, when Johnny insisted on talking again.
“You can’t blame me though, right?” he said with a little, nervous laugh. “I mean, he looks so damn—”
He didn’t finish his sentence, too busy keeling over with his hands on his groin after Ian shot a paintball right at his balls at point-blank range.
—
Two minutes later, Ian and Mickey were racing to the car as employees chased behind them, yelling. Apparently it was frowned upon to shoot someone on your own team, outside the course itself, during a break. It didn’t help that Mickey had done the same right after, just for fun.
“Hurry up, you jealous fuck,” Mickey shouted at Ian as he fumbled with the door handle. “We gotta get outa here before they realize I gave them fake names!”
Ian fell into the car, giddy with adrenaline and laughter.
“The fuck did you do that for?” he giggled as Mickey threw the car into reverse and peeled out of the lot.
“Cause I knew you would do something stupid!” Mickey said, shoving at Ian’s shoulder with one hand when Ian just laughed harder.
Ian gather himself as they drove, and felt his heart-rate start to normalize after a few minutes on the road. He held Mickey’s hand over the gearshift, finger rubbing over the spot where his ring should be—where it would be again as soon as they had a minute to breathe. Then, just as he was almost calm—
“Shit, Ian,” Mickey gasped. “We didn’t return the fucking guns.”
That set them off again, and they had to pull over halfway home until they could stop laughing and hide the paintball guns under the back seat.
Franny and Fred would love them come Christmas.
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can you dig it? (m) [kim doyoung & kim jungwoo]
summary: post concert highs can be a real bummer, and tonight, after a particularly intense performance, your boyfriends help you come down.
pairing: kim doyoung x kim jungwoo x fem!reader
genre: poly!au, 70s!au, band!au, smut, fluff
warnings: drug usage (weed specifically), mentions of other substances (lsd and cocaine), shotgunning, established poly relationship, soft dom jungwoo, mentioned switch jungwoo, hard dom doyoung, sub reader, high sex, sex on a water bed!!, unprotected sex, spit kink, they're all so sweaty help, mxm, degradation kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor possessiveness
song recs: don’t stop - fleetwood mac // unlock it (feat. kim petras & jay park) - charli xcx // love her madly - the doors // ziggy stardust - david bowie // rhiannon - fleetwood mac // eclipse - kim lip (loona) // flick of the wrist - queen
word count: 5.4k
a/n: this is for my best friend, who i love with all my heart,bc last month we were talking abt the dowoo photoshoot and she said smth about high sex with dowoo. happy birthday queen <3 thank u for listening to me complain abt writing all the time :’)
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Friday, July 22rd, 1977
The concert hall smelled like cocaine and sweat, you noted to yourself as the three of you joined hands to bow. Cheers from the crowd bounced off of the walls as you bid them your final goodbye, wishing them a good night and telling them to drive safe. Still, their chanting persisted. "Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel!"
You wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be a young god.
The curtain lowered, and the three of you were ushered offstage, to take some pictures and then head back to the hotel, to try and get some rest before you were off to Philadelphia, some five or so hours from where you were now: Boston.
Truthfully, everything passed in a blur. It was almost always like this after these concerts. The thrill and euphoria of performing made it difficult to focus on things. That might have also been because Jungwoo had passed you a joint before the concert. You couldn't be completely sure.
Your tambourine and guitar seemingly disappeared, but you knew it would show up tomorrow for soundcheck when you got to the Philadelphia venue, right along with Jungwoo's bass guitar and Doyoung's drum kit.
What you did know was that here, in the car back to the hotel that your manager was driving, lecturing you and Jungwoo about the importance of being sober when talking to reporters, Doyoung had a hand on your thigh, and that was all you could focus on.
Doyoung was high too. You knew this because ten minutes before you were needed on stage he pulled you forward by the hips and told you to take a few hits from the hand rolled joint and blow the smoke into his mouth. Of course, he wasn't as high as you and Jungwoo were, and he knew how to hide it better. But if you were to get close enough you'd notice the redness rimming his eyes, the dilation of his pupils.
The three of you were something, that was for sure. You had been, probably ever since Jungwoo joined the band, some eight years ago, in the fall of '69. You only really defined what you were once you got your first big hit thanks to some disc jockey in LA playing a song you had written, Calabasas, on the radio back in '73.
The song had blown up, and suddenly the three of you were whisked into a whirlwind of celebrities, drugs, paparazzi and producers who thought the three of you were born yesterday. Yes, you were college kids that ran on booze and weed, but you weren’t complete morons. That was when the three of you sat down to properly discuss boundaries, what slid and what didn’t.
You and your boys decided that night that weren’t down with the idea of everyone knowing. Too many prying eyes. The public didn’t really know, because the press would have a damn field day.
Other than that, it was a pretty open secret. In the industry, who was going around with who didn’t really matter—a lot of them were too off their face to even care. You realized that a few years back when David Bowie walked in on you watching Jungwoo and Doyoung get it on in a bathroom at some afterparty in New York City, and closed the door muttering something about how strong the edibles were.
So, what your manager said fell on deaf ears. Too much weed, too much adrenaline, too much energy for someone who needed to head back onto the road in a few hours.
When you finally got back to the hotel, Jungwoo grabbed your hand in the elevator on the way up to your rooms, which were right next to each other. "You said that your bed was really big… can we come up?"
You nodded, leaning against his arm. Doyoung hummed affectionately at the sight, noting how tired you both were.
"You two are about five seconds from passing out," Doyoung mumbled, and you waved your hand in denial.
"Are not," you protested like a child.
"Y/N, don't be a chump. I'm pretty sure if Woo weren't next to you, you'd have fallen over."
You didn't have the energy to counter, and as the elevator slid open, you were the first one to march out, ready to just take a cold shower and die for the next few hours.
Realistically, you knew that wasn't what would happen. What would happen was that you would shower, get into bed and then toss and turn for another hour or so. Only then would the adrenaline truly wear off. The weed didn't help, making you feel sleepy.
You unlocked the door, and Doyoung and Jungwoo gawked at the sight—and size—of your bed. It could probably fit all three of you easily.
Since only one room would spark rumors, the manager usually booked two: one for Doyoung and Jungwoo and one for you. Your room always went unused. Usually, you would have to push Doyoung's and Jungwoo's beds together to make enough room, leaving an awkward and uncomfortable dip for the person in the middle. Whoever got the middle was handed the terrible double edged sword: cuddles galore, but a sore back in the morning.
Immediately Jungwoo jumped onto the bed, gasping and immediately laughed gleefully as the bed sloshed underneath him.
"A water bed!?" He exclaimed, splaying out his limbs. "Oh, far out. You really lucked out, dollface."
He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the middle, eyes fluttering shut. You followed, sitting at the side as you peeled off your white leather go-go boots. Throwing yourself down next to him, you sighed at the sensation of waves beneath you, and nodded. "Oh, this is ace," You murmured, "Feels great."
Peeling one eye open as Jungwoo wrapped his arm around you, your gaze landed on Doyoung, who was still leaning against the wall. You beckoned him over with a hand. "C'mere, princey."
He made sure that the air conditioner was working before sitting down on the other side of Jungwoo, for which you were grateful. The still drying sweat on the back of your neck and on your chest started to cool instantly. You and Jungwoo giggled as Doyoung’s weight sent waves rippling beneath you.
"So, are you guys gonna sleep or what?" Doyoung asked, kicking his shoes off as well and peeling off his denim jacket. His eyes were still wide open and he didn't look tired at all. "I'm probably staying up a little later, I have some ideas for some lyrics I want to get down—"
"I would love to sleep. But I can't," Jungwoo declared before glancing knowingly at the both of you, "and neither can either of you."
You hummed in agreement. "Hmm, you're not wrong. Too much energy left."
You turned to bury your face into his chest. His forest green short-sleeved button up was only buttoned up halfway, easily revealing his collarbones. He smelled like pot, sweat, and designer cologne. His chest rumbled as he continued to speak.
"What about you, bunny boy? You can't tell me you don't still feel it."
"The weed or the concert jitters?" Doyoung's voice was raspy, cautious. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Once you and Jungwoo ganged up on him, it wouldn't take long to wear him down.
"Both," You and Jungwoo said in unison. You laughed at the sound. Doyoung chuckled as well, and you cracked your eyes open, despite how cozy you felt with Jungwoo stroking the skin of your nape.
"Well, the jitters are still there. That's why I'm staying up. As for the weed… well, yeah. I still feel it."
Jungwoo sighed. "How's the weed hitting you, though?"
"Honestly?" Doyoung's eyes met yours, and you felt something simmer in your chest. He huffed, deciding to take a bite of the apple, and leaned towards the both of you.
"The weed, plus watching you two perform… Safe to say I'm pretty fuckin' horny right now."
You bit your lip, giving him a sleepy grin. "Oh, Woo, we turned him on." The teasing tone wasn't missed despite the sleepiness in your tone.
"And what about it?" Doyoung asked, leaning back on his hands. "You can't say that watching Jungwoo do the thing doesn't get you going."
"I have a thing?"
"We all have a thing, Woo. Princey's over there is at the end of Mr. Jones' Motorcycle. You know, when he finishes the solo? He always throws his head back, because there's sweat and hair in his eyes. You can see his neck and shit..."
Jungwoo blinked. "Shit, that is his thing… What's mine?"
You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. "His is the thing where he gets so into it that he throws his head back and plays, and still manages to get every bass note right, right?"
Doyoung nodded with a satisfied hum. "Gets you going, right?"
You brought a hand up to Jungwoo's chest, slowly sliding it down his stomach. Your voice lowered to a raspy murmur, and Jungwoo's hand tightened around your waist. "Damn right it does."
"And plus, you both have told me that watching me put together the drum kit is hot."
"'Cause it is!" Again you laughed as Jungwoo said the same thing you did.
"Jungwoo." Doyoung's voice sounded thicker. "You can't tell me that Y/N isn't an absolute vixen on stage."
"You're right," The younger man answered, voice gruff. His hand slid down, gripping your butt and giving it a light squeeze, before directing his words at you. "Oh! Y/N, your thing is when—you know how every time you play the transition from Calabasas to Saturn’s Rings you sway your hips and flip your hair back and forth? Sometimes you’ll look at me or at Doyoung while you do, and you looked at me tonight. You're a little tease up there, dollface."
Your breath hitched at their words. “Oh, yeah?” You goaded, cuddling further into Jungwoo’s chest. You let a coy smile grace your face as your eyes fluttered shut. “What do you want me to do about it?”
“Don’t be a brat,” Doyoung growled.
“No, Doie,” Jungwoo hummed. He suddenly sounded a lot more awake. “...What would you have her do about it?”
Your eyes fluttered open, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. Doyoung's pupils were still blown wide, but you were pretty sure it wasn't because of the weed. He licked his lips. "Princess, get on your knees."
Jungwoo prompted you up, pulling you up to stand at the side of the bed. Doyoung circled around the bed, before standing next to Jungwoo. Your gaze fluttered between your two boyfriends, one looking stern, the other looking like he was having the time of his life.
Quietly, you lowered yourself to kneel on the plush carpet, fingers gripping the silver fabric of your dress' skirt to hike it up, so that you wouldn't kneel on it. Your hands itched to reach for them but you knew you needed to ask for permission. "Can I touch you?"
Doyoung smiled, reaching for his belt. "There's our good girl," He said. Your mouth was already watering embarrassingly as you helped him undo his belt, pulling him out of his boxers. He was already half hard, and as you lifted your hand to spit in it, someone grabbed you gently by the rest. Jungwoo leaned over, turning your hand to reveal your palm to him. His eyes seemed to burn into yours as he let his spit fall into the palm of your hand. You felt your legs close, thighs trying to rub together at the sight.
"Go on," Jungwoo murmured, using a hand on your jaw to move your head. Your eyes fell on Doyoung's cock again, slowly getting harder and harder. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly as you met his smoldering gaze. You stroked him until he was rock hard in your grip, and his breathing turned heavy. Again, you swallowed, and Doyoung noticed this time.
“What is it, princess? You want it in your mouth?”
“Yes, please,” You whispered, eyes wide. He chuckled breathily, head tipping back as you ran your thumb over the slit. His eyes met Jungwoo’s, who was palming himself through his pants.
“What do you think, baby?” He asked him.
“Don’t be mean, Doyoung,” Jungwoo said softly. “Look at her, she’s desperate. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”
You whined, nodding. The pair chuckled. Jungwoo grinned at the state you were already in. “Go ahead, dollface. Give it a kiss.”
Before Doyoung could say anything else, you took his dick into your mouth, and let out a soft moan at how heavy he felt, hot and pulsing. He let out a guttural groan of your name, a hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand gripped Jungwoo’s shirt, pulling him forward to meet in a tongue-filled kiss.
Slowly, Doyoung’s hips started rocking back and forth, grinding into your mouth. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit, as well as his balls. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to relax so as to not gag on his length. But when he sped up, it became too much to avoid.
A tap on your shoulder, and Doyoung let you off of his cock. You turned your head to look up at a very flushed Jungwoo, who had pulled his dick out of his pants as well. The words, “Me too?” tumbled out of his swollen lips. And with that gentle, breathy tone, who were you to disobey?
You wrapped your lips around Jungwoo, who hissed at the sudden heat of your mouth. From there, something primal inside of you took control, wanting nothing more than to please—you took turns sucking them off and stroking them, the muffled sounds of their moaning spurring you on.
It was always like this—during sex, Doyoung was the meaner one, manhandling you and throwing degrading words in your face that made your stomach curl in sick pleasure. He was the one who could put you in your place when you became too bratty to handle. Jungwoo was gentler, but he was all too content to watch Doyoung toss you around. He would always swoop in after Doyoung took you apart, and piece you back together. He’d tell you how good you were, how good you made the both of them feel, and while he definitely didn’t treat you like fragile porcelain, he definitely didn’t leave as many bruises as Doyoung did.
And then, when they were both done, they’d shower you in kisses, and whisper in your ear how grateful they were to love you, and say some philosophical thing about eternal love and the cosmos that you’d always be too fucked out to comprehend, but that made your heart do a backflip regardless.
“Shit,” Jungwoo groaned, pulling away from Doyoung’s lips. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”
You pulled off of Doyoung to look up at Jungwoo. “In my—in my mouth, please, Woo.”
He nodded, licking his lips as his hands fisted themselves in your hair, gripping but not pulling as he allowed you to touch him the way you wanted. His hands gathered the loose strands into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide your mouth up and down his hot cock. His hips bucked into your willing mouth, the sound of his hissing and his moaning getting louder and louder, until…
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N… Y/N!" He groaned, as he came into your mouth. His head tipped back, which gave Doyoung access to his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin. This sight was worth the bitter taste that coated your tongue: one of your lovers in ecstasy while the other anchored him to the ground.
He left his dick in your mouth for a moment, before pulling out with a shaky breath. Doyoung pulled away, letting him breathe. As Jungwoo caught his breath, Doyoung pulled you up, and he sat on the bed, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap.
You turned your head to face Jungwoo, who smiled at you, coming closer to the both of you. One of his hands patted the top of your head. "That was wicked," He said.
Doyoung smiled softly, and gripped your chin to get you to face him. His sweet grin didn't disappear as his grip forced your mouth open. He groaned at the sight of your tongue coated in Jungwoo's semen.
"Gorgeous," He mumbled, eyes trained on your lips as it began to spill out.
"Kiss her," Jungwoo told him, "You know you want to."
So he did, his tongue almost immediately slipping past your lips to get a taste of Jungwoo for himself, swallowing it down greedily. Your hands came up to unbutton his black dress shirt, and his hands pushed up the skirt of your dress to get you to rock your hips against his. You gasped against his mouth at the feeling of only your soaked panties separating him and you, before pushing the shirt off of him.
He moved to lie you down on the bed. As he pulled away from you, you caught his tongue slipping out to lick at a dribble of Jungwoo's cum on his lips. To make matters even worse, the bed was rolling beneath you, making your head spin.
Jungwoo pulled his shirt off before he sat down behind you. Meanwhile, Doyoung moved down your body, parting your legs. He prompted you to sit up, resting your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe as Doyoung peeled your underwear off of you, biting his lip at the sight of your drooling pussy.
"You're absolutely drenched, princess. And all from sucking our cocks, huh?"
You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jungwoo's lips began kissing along your jaw. When you didn't say anything, Jungwoo pinched your sides gently. "Use your words, doll," He whispered. From behind you, his eyes met Doyoung's. "You're gonna keep being our good little girl, right?"
"Y-yes, Jungwoo." Your hand lifted itself to press against his cheek, a silent plea for more kisses. He smiled against your skin.
"Atta girl," He praised, "On your best behavior for us tonight, huh?"
"The little slut's just being good because she wants to get fucked, Woo. Don't get it twisted."
"Please, Doie," You pleaded at the mention of being fucked, "Need it."
The older man chuckled lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit.
"Told you."
His tongue pressed itself against your hole, and you immediately cried out. You would have immediately started grinding against Doyoung's face if it weren't for Jungwoo's hands on your hips, holding you down and keeping it still.
"I don't think you wanna do that," He murmured. His hands travelled underneath your skirt, gripping the silvery blue gossamer as he tried to lift it up. You did your best to keep your squirming at a minimum as you tried to help him get you out of it. Finally, the bell sleeves were pulled off, and you were left naked as the day you were born.
Jungwoo’s hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he watched you whimper at the sensation of Doyoung’s mouth working at your folds. When he slipped his tongue inside, you keened, head falling against Jungwoo’s shoulder.
“You’re so pretty like this,” He whispered.
Your chest heaved, squirming up and down as he began to tug and pinch your nipples, calloused fingertips making you cry out.
Doyoung’s free hand gripped your thigh, and his fingers on the other hand slipped inside when he pulled his tongue out. Immediately, he plunged in two fingers, curling his fingers as he attempted to search for that one special spot.
"Ngh, Doie, faster, pleasepleaseplease." Your legs were trembling slightly now.
"So fucking slutty," Doyoung mumbled, chuckling wickedly, "And all I had to do was stick my fingers inside."
He complied with no protest, and the sensation of Doyoung stroking your walls and Jungwoo continuously pawing at your breasts caused a string of moans to come pouring out of your mouth. Jungwoo had been sucking a bruise into your clavicle, but leaned up to press his lips against yours.
"Don't want anyone hearing what's meant for Doie and I," He said, lips brushing yours.
The idea made you even needier, the double entendre making your head spin. Jungwoo didn't want anyone to hear you because if they did, rumors would spread. And on top of that? He didn't want anyone to hear. You were theirs. They were yours. This was a sacred ritual between bodies meant to be witnessed by only the three of you.
Your head felt like you were floating, even though your limbs felt like they were sinking into the watery mattress. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, and your soft whines, muffled by Jungwoo's plush lips, increased in pitch.
They both knew what this meant, because a second later, Doyoung removed his fingers from your core, and Jungwoo pulled away, his hands moving from your breasts to rest on Doyoung's atop your hips. You were left reeling and breathing heavily, that familiar sensation floating away.
When you looked down at Doyoung, you swallowed at the sight of his lips, chin and fingers, all glistening with your wetness.
He lifted himself up off the mattress, and proceeded to sandwich your chest in between his own chest and Jungwoo’s back. He gripped his dick, rubbing it against your folds, which were now even more soaked than before.
"Tell me how much you want it, princess." He pressed his forehead against yours, hissing when the tip caught your clit. You let out a desperate whine, clinging to his broad shoulders.
"Do—Doyoung, please fuck me," You begged, reeling at the sensation. He was so close, all he had to do was slide in. But he refused.
"Not good enough," He insisted.
"Doyoung, don't be mean," Jungwoo said, but he seemed to be more amused by your desperation than anything.
"No, I wanna hear how much she needs us."
You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather your words. Jungwoo's hands stroked your sides, trying to calm you down. "You doing alright, doll? You wanna take a breather?"
"We can always stop." Doyoung's voice had turned stable, secure, safe. He started pulling away, until you grabbed him by the forearm and shook your head. You opened your eyes, seeing concern in his eyes
“No,” You mumbled, “Jus’ want some water. Think there’s some in the minibar. ‘M really hot.”
Doyoung nodded, getting up and striding over to the small refrigerator on the other side of the room. He pulled out a water bottle, and popped open the cap before passing it to you. Jungwoo had taken to fanning your face lightly with his hand. You took several long swigs of water, before setting it on the nightstand.
“I’m fine,” You promised. “Can we please keep going? I can take it.”
Doyoung pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you absolutely sure?”
“Yeah,” You said with a nod.
“Doyoung,” Jungwoo murmured, “Be careful.”
“I know, baby." He lowered his eyes to study your face. "I won’t go that hard on you, Y/N.”
You nodded, even though deep down you wanted to protest. You knew that this was probably the best route to take. You could already feel the high—from the weed and the concert—wearing off. You knew that if Doyoung were too rough you’d probably crash on the way down instead of float.
So, Jungwoo brushed some stray hair out of your sweaty face, and Doyoung grabbed your legs gently, wrapping them around his hips. Slowly, Doyoung eased in, and you sighed in satisfaction of finally being filled. He bit into your shoulder, taking deep heaving breaths as he let you get used to the sensation. Jungwoo took turns pressing kisses to the top of your head and the top of Doyoung’s head.
“I love you both so much,” He whispered, “I’m so grateful the universe brought us together.”
Doyoung looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “My baby,” He murmured against Jungwoo’s lips. He then turned to you and did the same, “My princess.”
You smiled at their words, but the need in your core was becoming unbearable. "Doie, Woo, I love you both so much," You murmured, "But Doyoung, if you don't move I'll pin you down and do it myself."
"And you were doing so well," Doyoung groaned with a laugh, before beginning to thrust his hips. It was a slow, torturous glide, and the way it caused the bed to rock left you dizzy in the best possible way. Doyoung was panting into your ear like some sort of beast, and you were whining softly with every cant of his hips.
"You must feel so good right now, huh, doll?"
"Jung—woo," You moaned, clawing at his bicep.
"I know, dolly, I know." He sounded sympathetic enough, but the way he was grinding his dick against your ass suggested otherwise. "Bunny boy is just so good with those hips of his, hm?"
"H-he is!" You cried, "Feel so full, ah, Doyoung!"
Doyoung's eyes met yours, and his hips picked up their pace, until your eyes rolled up into your head. Your head thrashed side to side, leaning against Jungwoo's shoulder. His mouth lowered once again to kiss at your neck, and your hand wrapped itself against his nape, while the other gripped Doyoung's shoulders.
Jungwoo's hands slithered down to where you and Doyoung were connected, and started rubbing at your clit. You shrieked, chest arching. Doyoung hissed. "Shit, do that again," He bit out, "Fuck, princess you just got so tight."
"D-Doie, harder!"
Doyoung looked up at Jungwoo, the two having an unspoken conversation. A second later, Jungwoo gave a cautious nod. Doyoung smiled, before he adjusted his legs. Then…
Then. He began pounding into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs tightened around him, wanting him even deeper than before.
"You love this, don't you? Our pretty little slut." His voice was tighter now, panting with exertion. You nodded.
"Yes, yes! I'm your slut!"
Doyoung grinned, before locking lips with you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, before letting you do the same to him. You could tell he was starting to feel something—he always kissed you or Jungwoo as a way of telling you he wouldn't last much longer.
Truthfully, you could feel it coming too—your body felt like it was on fire, and your hips couldn't stop squirming. Whether it was towards Jungwoo's calloused fingers on your clit, Doyoung's cock, or away from both, you couldn't tell. Your moans were getting shriller too.
You clenched down on his length again, and he grit his teeth, grunting as his pace turned sloppy.
"C-c'mon, princey," You pleaded, "Give it to me, give it…"
"Shit, yes…" His head lolled onto your shoulder. "Gonna stuff you so full, princess, you'll be dripping—"
"Please! Oh, please—"
The two of you fell apart almost at the same time, your orgasm triggering Doyoung's a second later. Your mouth fell open, legs trembling and heart pounding as waves crashed over and under you.
When you came down, Doyoung rolled off of you, turning onto his side to watch you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo, who ceased the movements of his hands and slowly laid you down. Your head landed against the pillows, and you let your eyes shut as you caught your breath.
"Can I take care of you one last time, doll?" You heard Jungwoo say. Your eyes opened blearily, and you reached a hand out towards him, legs parting of their own accord.
Both of your lovers groaned at the sight of your pussy, Doyoung's cum brimming from your folds.
"Absolute perfection," Jungwoo murmured, crawling between your legs. He gripped his dick with one hand, the other swiping through your folds, and you immediately whined at the sensitivity there, teetering the fine line between pleasure and pain.
"Please," You whimpered, "Woo, I want it."
"You're insatiable." He sounded so affectionate, so in love. You watched as his eyes studied his index and middle fingers, covered in a mix of Doyoung's cum and yours, before dipping them into his mouth to lick them clean. You sighed, a dopey smile gracing your features. He lowered himself down to brush noses with you, dark eyes blown wide, wide awake despite the dark circles underneath.
"Guess I'll just have to do something about that."
He slid in as if he was coming home, immediately setting a solid pace that had you seeing stars, arms wrapping around his shoulders to lock hands at his nape. The sensitivity left you pliant in his arms, and Jungwoo didn't hesitate in cradling you in his arms.
"So good for us, Y/N. Always Doie and I's sweet girl."
You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes at the heaviness in your chest, the pulsing in your core. His hair was falling into his eyes, and you lifted your hands to his face, doing your best to brush it away. Your hands cupped his cheeks, heavy eyes burning into his. Your hips were rutting against his desperately now, wanting nothing more than to feel that high with him.
Jungwoo pressed a brief kiss to your neck, feeling something simmer in his gut embarrassingly fast.
Doyoung placed his head next to yours, gently lifting Jungwoo's head to kiss him, hand brushing the other man's ass. When he pulled away, he kissed you as well, and Jungwoo's mouth pressed itself to one of your nipples. You keened against Doyoung's mouth, hips losing all semblance of grace.
Here, you were needy, animalistic, running on instincts, and your boys were drinking it up like water from a desert oasis.
Doyoung pulled away, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to yours. His hands cradled your head.
"Can you feel it yet, princess?"
Your eyebrows furrowed, silent moans falling from your lips. "Ah, yeah, Doie… s-so close…"
"Me too," Jungwoo groaned between your breasts, "So wet, Y/N…"
"That's from all the cum she's filled with, right, princess?"
You nodded. "Mm—ngh! Stuffed me so good, Doie."
"Yeah? You gonna let Jungwoo fill you up even more? Gonna keep it all inside, right?"
Your stomach did a backflip, and you felt your toes curl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it—"
"I'll give it to you, doll," Jungwoo growled, "It's all—fuck—all yours. S-same way this is all for us, right?"
Those words were what caused you to finally fall over the edge. Your high was so intense that you could have sworn that your ears popped—clawing at Jungwoo’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut. Only one side ended up scratched, since you always kept your right hand nails short to properly play guitar. You sobbed against Doyoung’s lips, and he eagerly swallowed up your cries, shushing you gently as you came back down.
You didn't feel Jungwoo come inside, but you felt it immediately afterwards—the satisfying stickiness, the warmth in your stomach.
You looked at Jungwoo, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead before prompting him to move off. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him as his little spoon, peppering kisses to your cheek and whispering how good you were. The two of you looked at Doyoung. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. His eyes were drooping, and he was blinking blearily as if he were trying to fight off sleep.
Still, he got up and pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, as well as his lighter. As he sat back down on the bed, the waves sent you and Jungwoo further and further into the recesses of slumber. As consciousness left you, you caught Doyoung looking down at the two of you as if you were the most precious beings he'd ever encountered. His tone was low and grumbly, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye.
"I hope you two are happy. I can't remember those goddamn lyrics anymore."
#kwritersworldnet#nct smut#doyoung x reader#jungwoo x reader#doyoung smut#jungwoo smut#kpop smut#kpop au#nct scenarios#nct 127 smut#nct 127 x reader#nct x reader#nct fluff#my writing
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I’ve been reading a bunch of Undertale Anti-Harems lately and my dumbass decided to write a test snippet.
But I don’t plan to make this an actual things rn bc life so I just wanna see ppl’s reactions lol
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Tuesday
December 26, 2023
11:32 AM
You loved driving.
When things were too chaotic or you didn’t want to deal with it then and there, you took your car for a drive.
You would put on your favorite radio station and drive around town for hours upon hours. You preferred to drive at night and into the city, where you felt your most relaxed while seeing bright lights and the busy streets.
After seeing all there was to see, you would just drive around at random until you almost ran out of gas.
Driving was one of your escapes from the world, something that helped you relax and clear your head while things went crazy outside. Being alone in your car was one of the only things that stopped you from going insane
But that was all thrown out the fucking window by the time Christmas is over.
That’s right dear reader, everything went to shit on Christmas of all days.
The best way you can describe it without much description is that one song Bo Burnham released in 2021.
It was like that, only you shower every other day.
...That probably doesn’t make that big of a difference -
The point here is that as of this very moment, you hate driving.
You fucking hate it.
And driving in snow is even worse.
Who knew there would be a small snowstorm in the middle of winter?
Not your dumbass apparently.
Now, you have to watch out for black ice or other cars because, god forbid you get into an accident that kills you.
You don’t mind dying at this point. Everything sucks.
If you actually got into an accident, you bet Athena would live. She survives everything. You could fire a machine gun at her for 5 minutes straight, and she would probably be alive. God, she’s so annoying.
Now, dear reader, you’re probably wondering, “Who’s Athena? She sounds pretty cool if she can survive a machine gun!”
Athena is not cool.
She is nowhere near cool.
In fact, she’s a manipulative conniving lying bitch who deserves to die. She fucking deserves to be shot by a machine gun for 5 minutes straight and bleed to a horrible and painful death.
Sadly, murder is illegal everywhere so she can’t die.
Not yet anyway.
“But that doesn’t answer my question!” You complain dear reader.
Shut up, we’re getting to that.
Back to you driving!
In the middle of a snowstorm.
Right, forgot about that.
Now, earlier you said you liked driving. Which is true! You loved driving. You imagine driving somewhere far away from your current situation to a nice house. A quiet house, where you could all day doing whatever you wanted without consequence.
Cliche, but yeah, it’s a nice cliche.
So why do you hate it?
Because you’ve been driving 5 hours straight with a manipulative conniving lying bitch who deserves to die named Athena.
She sat next to you in the passenger seat of your car, quietly playing with her thumbs. Your eyes were glued to the road as you were set to get back to her house, ready to pack.
You said nothing for the whole 5 hours of the drive. Not since you left your parents’ place and forced her to pack her things before leaving. Your boyfriend -
Sorry, Ex-boyfriend -
- wasn’t able to pack in time before you took off with Athena, who was barely in the car as she fumbled with her seatbelt and tried to get you to talk to her.
The atmosphere in the car was tense and it was clearly making her uncomfortable. Even if you didn’t look it, you however were fuming. It took everything to not bash the car into a lamppost on Athena’s side in hopes it would kill her.
But again, murder was illegal everywhere.
She quit her attempts to talk to you after about an hour, crossing her legs as she tried to distract herself for the remainder of the drive. She still remained uncomfortable, which you ironically found comfort in. It’s a small slice of karma coming her way after what she did.
A machine gun would take the cake though.
Traffic begins to lighten up after 3 hours and you begin to speed up slightly on the road, catching Athena’s attention as the car hits a small bump in the road which causes everything inside to float for a hot second before gravity takes over.
“H-Hey, you’re going a bit fast.” She tells you, her voice that you used to find relaxing now sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
“...Gotta get you home.” You tell her flatly as you slow the car at a stoplight, speaking after hours of silence.
“Y-You mean get us home right?” She asks hesitantly, your blood boiling at her audacity to use the word “us”.
“Us?” You don’t even try to hide the bitterness of your tone.
“W-W-Well I mean, you’re my b-best friend so we c-can obviously get past t-thi - ”
“Call me your best friend again and I will toss your whore ass out in the snow.”
She quickly and wisely shut up.
You felt a twinge of guilt shoot through you after your words but you mentally punch yourself in the face for feeling that way.
‘She deserves it.’ You remind yourself
She deserves it, she deserves it, she deserves it.
...The rest of the ride was quiet as you entered back into town. The drive from your parents to her place was at most 2 hours but because of the snow and traffic, it was bumped to 5.
Sure, the drive was quiet and uncomfortable for Athena, but that didn’t mean you weren’t feeling it either.
Yes, you were mad, very mad, and you knew you had every right to be mad. Maybe not mad enough to kill her but the thought of it was amusing.
But you were equally confused as you were mad.
See, you and Athena were best friends, or you thought you were at least. You’ve known each other since you were little kids and even then, you thought the two of you were “thick as thieves” as your parents would say. Whenever you guys did anything, you did it together. You studied together, you played together, you’ve comforted her almost a million times as she cried on your bed.
You loved her.
You fucking loved her.
Not in a romantic sense, hell no, please god forbid you ever fall in love with her.
But you gave her your absolute loyalty and devotion as her friend. You thought you knew her inside and outside, you thought she was your person, you thought she was someone you could trust as you bared every piece of your heart and soul to her.
You fucking loved her.
And in less than a day, all of that is just gone.
Just, gone.
All your loyalty, your devotion, your trust in the person you’re willing to fucking die for is gone.
As you neared her house, you weren’t sure what to think anymore.
Was none of it real for her?
Were you just some toy she could play with? Did none of it mean anything to her? The years you’ve known each other were all fake? Something she controlled to get what she wanted?
Why did she do it?
Why?
Why?
“....Why?” You park on a sideway away from the main road. Your hands are still tight on the wheel and you haven’t turned to face her but you can hear her as she faces you, sounding and probably looking confused.
“W-Why what?” You laugh bitterly at her pretend ignorance.
“Why did you keep me around?” You finally turn to her and you almost fall for the look of guilt in her green eyes. “Why did you stay when I clearly meant nothing to you?”
She quickly shakes her head and leans over her seat towards you, appearing to be on the verge of crying. “Y-You did mean something to me - !”
“Oh sure, so everything you said to Charlie was a lie then?” You scoff, feeling sick when saying your ex’s name.
“I-It’s complicated - ”
You almost laugh again at her statement, wanting to make fun of her but you hold it back was you shout, “W-What the fuck can be more complicated than sleeping with my ex while dating, oh right, 8 other people?!” You slam your fist against the horn with loudly honks and scares some birds out of nearby trees who quickly return after a few seconds.
That’s right. Athena was dating 8 people.
8 fucking people.
The woman has her own anime harem!
But instead of wanting love and compassion from people who genuinely cared about her, she goes and cheats on them with your ex, how on fucking Earth can it get more complicated than that!?
“Just trust me!” She begs you, emphasizing every word reaching out to hold your hand on the verge of tears. You hate yourself as the feeling of guilt begins to rise, but you manage to ignore it again as you look each other in the eyes.
...Trust her?
She’s asking you to trust her?
You jerk your hand away from hers as you let out an empty laugh, starting your car which turns on rather quickly.
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
You step on the gas and hurry to her house, Athena slamming back into her chair hard and gripping the seat of it for dear life. The look of fear on her face puts a smile on yours and you take some pride in the fact she’ll have to take you seriously after this.
You’re starting to like driving again.
#undertale fanfiction#undertale#x reader#undertale x reader#bc why tf not#im tired#am I proud of this?#not really#lmao#this is considered crack I guess?#vibes’ thoughts#inspired by tsm#that shits gooood#read it
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tommy is definitely the most self conscious out of the trio while also being the least likely to say anything about it, anything said about his intelligence, appearance, weight, anything really just goes straight to his heart and eats at him. it leads to some amount of friction between him and billy bc while steve’s known tommy his whole life and has had ample time to analyze all his reactions (and is generally the most emotionally intelligent of the trio) he tends to simply praise tommy when flirting. billy just genuinely has no idea and loves to playfully tease tommy as a form of flirting, and even just in general for banter bc that’s just who he is. tommy almost always ends up crying in his car and it ends up taking his self image issues to a degree they haven’t been at since middle school and it goes on for MONTHS until anyone even realizes he’s hurting
instead of leaving off on an abrupt and non-comfort ending again, i’ll offer a nicer one this time. scouts honor. probably.
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tommy had always been a second choice. besides for a short while when he was steve’s first choice. that was when it mattered.
steve would call him if he was lonely. steve would call him if he had new plans for a party. steve would call him if he was horny. they had their thing.
and then billy hargrove came along and steve stopped calling him as often. and then altogether it ceased.
for three weeks.
“hey, tommy,” steve slipped an arm over his shoulders. all smiley in the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. like his mother’s.
tommy stopped himself from shrugging the touch off, decided to enjoy it while it lasted. “hey, how have you been. haven’t heard from you in a while.” he offered the comment as a passive reminder and steve took it. actually looked shocked, like he sincerely hadn’t even realized the passed time.
he took his arm back in but left his hand on tommy’s other shoulder, “i’m so sorry, tom.” his eyes lost their wrinkle and morphed into that deepened look he got when he messed up. tommy knew it very well. steve knew when he made a mistake, could tell easily and it tore him inside. tommy knew that. so he metaphorically bandaged it up per usual.
“it’s alright, man.”
steve linked their arms. tommy glanced around to make sure none of the big-shot homophobes were lurking. steve didn’t seem to care.
“are you sure? are you free friday night? billy and i are going bowling at six. you wanna join?” tommy could lose himself so easily in steve’s eyes. it was infuriating. what was also infuriating was billy. he loved the dude. stared at him just as much as he did steve probably.
but he seemed to never catch steve’s eye anymore.
he cleared his throat and slithered a hand up to steve’s back, “yeah, i’ll be there. same lane as always?”
steve ruffled his hair, earned a laugh out of tommy with it, “definitely. would never let it go. there’re too many memories of ours there.” tommy nodded in agreement and then halted unsurely at steve next words. “maybe we can even start including billy in them now, hm?”
the way he said it. wasn’t even remotely insinuating that tommy should take any hints other than more. but. what if they dropped him. what if steve just forgot about him entirely. what if billy did?
he looked right at steve after those backtracks. and he found only softness. no. they wouldn’t just let him fall off a ledge like that. steve would never.
when steve’s face started to fall he pinched his hip and laughed with him when he head butted tommy’s chest to escape it, he whispered into steve hair. “yeah, more the merrier. right?”
steve grazed his lips across tommy’s collar bone as he stood back up, that smile was the prize.
bowling on friday turned...not exceptional.
billy was a beast, as he was usually. tommy had to watch as steve touched all over him in the beginning. they got all unapologetically close and handsy to his dismay. steve looked at him exasperatedly after a while of billy not taking it seriously, he didn’t know if it was joking or not.
“can you come show hargrove how to steady the ball please. like you taught me. remember?”
tommy did remember. he frowned though, suspicious. the night tommy had tried that move on steve, had ended in their first kiss together. that was special.
but he stepped up and gently nudged and maneuvered billy’s calloused fingers into the ball. he bent his elbow slowly and tapped his shin to indicate the slightly kneeling stance. all while silent.
billy looked rather amused when tommy stepped back to continue, “are you shy? i like your voice, bud, use it.” it sounded more like an order than the flirty tease he was seemingly trying to produce.
tommy coughed and brought billy’s bent elbow back so the ball was closer to the ground, “you aim and you let the ball slip out. put some fire behind it or it’ll gutter. okay?” his tone was rushed but billy was staring at him intensely.
he felt steve’s familiar hand take hold of his bicep and tug him back. didn’t step away and kept close as they watched billy make his play.
he got a strike and threw them both the bird, “told you i didn’t need instructions.” tommy couldn’t hold his smile like steve could.
he cried silently against his pillow that night, thinking back on it.
billy was the one to catch him again three weeks later. the three of them had been going strong. closer due to steve, and even occasionally billy, making sure to invite him to new outings. threw his arm over his shoulders just like steve would normally. he found he liked how there was more muscle weight.
“your face got all red today during practice, have you been drinking enough water?” he poked tommy’s cheek lightly with his index finger. he couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or happy that billy was being so caring.
“i have a, uh, water bottle in my car,” he pointed off to the parking lot.
billy waved a hand dismissively, “steve’s meeting us at the fountain. let’s go there instead.” tommy smiled when billy’s arm grew more relaxed around him. tommy’s own limb was squished into billy’s side by how close they were. billy chuckled to himself and squeezed his hand around tommy’s arm. “you’re so plump,” he commented. tommy felt himself flush in humiliation. “so soft,” he thought he heard him whisper. but after that, billy didn’t say any more and he didn’t remove his hand. seemed content in a way tommy couldn’t understand.
he ended up sobbing in his car after their casual gathering. scratched at the part of his arm billy had held, willing the demeaning thoughts away. plump plump plump. pig.
steve kissed him again another three weeks later. right in front of billy. hugged him so they were hip to hip and so his hands were to the roots in tommy’s own feathered puff of hair.
he gripped the back of steve’s shirt with both hands. felt someone pry them off and hold them not too long after. when they broke off he saw billy staring over steve at him.
“don’t rip the polo now, big boy,” billy grinned and leaned his chin on steve’s shoulder. made a pucker sound and kissed the air towards him. steve turned his head and accepted a peck from billy before facing back to tommy. he felt his heart already shattering though.
steve hummed a pleased laugh with his eyes still closed and placed a hand behind tommy neck before guiding him right to billy’s mouth. his eyes were frozen open as billy’s closed and their lips touched for a short, dry moment.
tommy pulled away with a forced shove. stared right back at the wide open blue and brown eyes. he grabbed his coat off the back of steve’s desk chair and ran out. bawled his goddamn eyes out on the drive home. had to stop at a stop sign longer than he needed to just so he could clear his eyes enough.
don’t rip it. big boy. big. big. big. don’t rip it now. big. big. boy. boy.
he ignored both their calls.
two weeks later he allowed steve to walk with him to their cars.
“you look nice today,” he complimented after they’d been walking for a minute. “always did think yellow was your color.” tommy returned his smile, slowly. and then steve had those sunken eyes again, “i thought you liked him too,” he started off, tommy could tell he wasn’t sure how to carry the conversation.
“are you sure he likes me?” he asked.
steve gave an odd look, “are you kidding? he’s missed you so much he’s about to break into your house at this point.”
tommy blinked twice, “excuse me?”
steve scratched his temple unsurely, “he wants to apologize. we both do. we thought you felt the...same.”
“the same,” tommy repeated.
“tommy!” steve closed his mouth and they both looked over to where billy was jogging over.
steve nudged his arm, “see?” he gestured. billy reached them before tommy could step out.
“tommy,” billy breathed out with a small smile. not a smirk, a smile. “how are you?” the downturn of concern present in his eyes threw tommy off. this was new.
“i don’t really know anymore,” he responded. looked back at steve who hadn’t even turned away. they held their own contact, steve took his hand hesitantly. linked their fingers even slower.
“i’m sorry,” billy rushed out, captured all their attention with it. “it was my idea, to lay one on you.” they all squinted at the wording uncomfortably. tommy wasn’t sure if he was having trouble looking billy in the eye or billy was with him.
he took in a breath and felt both pairs of eyes on him, “i do like you. like...like that. but....” he closed off. but then steve rubbed his thumb across the back of his. the way he always did when encouraging him. so he went on even if he felt unconfident. “i think you’re gorgeous and funny. but, you say things sometimes that...i don’t know,” he excused, even though he did. he tightened his grip on steve’s hand, “it makes me feel ugly.”
he heard steve’s voice harden, “you’re not ugly. you’re the most handsome person i know.” tommy expected billy to make some comment about how he wasn’t even considered.
but what he heard instead was, “the damn cutest i’ve ever seen.”
he looked up at the two of them, took in their smiles and kindling eyes of adoration. aimed at him.
he realized it then, fully, “you both like me.”
steve opened his car door, “mhmmm,” he carefully tucked himself inside the backseat and pulled tommy with him.
tommy blankly watched as billy assisted him in the middle seat and closed the door so they were all inside. together.
billy cupped his cheek, “can i get that kiss by chance, sweet thing?”
he felt steve press a kiss onto his shoulder before he nodded vigorously. billy didn’t disappoint. none of them did.
#you’re lucky i kept going after ‘he ignored both their calls’#yeah i said it#but here. happy ending 🙄#billy hargrove#steve harrington#tommy hagan#keg boys#harringrove#what’s the tag for billy x tommy?#idk but all of them#all the ship#stommy
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hello! welcome to fanfic writing for hp and mcu! I was wondering if I could make a request for Freddie! Maybe something fluffy where he’s becomes familiar with the muggle world bc of work and takes his pureblood gf to London for the first time and just gushes over how cute she is experiencing all the muggle stuff for the first time? Thank you!
hello my lovely! I had so much fun with this request. I hope you like it!<3
Seeing the sights
Fred Weasley x fem!reader
Summary: Fred takes a week holiday from work, he’s been doing some travel over the last few months to muggle London and decides to take Y/N, who’s never experienced the muggle world, to see some of the popular sights.
Warnings: none :)
Word count: 1864 words
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“Hey sweetheart! I’m home!” Fred announced to the quiet home, hanging up his coat and putting his wand down on the unit beside the front door. He briefly thought that maybe his girlfriend was out somewhere, however, that thought was quickly discarded when he heard footsteps running towards him and before he knew it, a body collided with his chest. After recovering from his stumble from the collision, he looked down to see a mop of Y/H/C hair just below his chin. He went to speak, before hearing a slight mumble.
“Sorry Darling, what was that?” He chuckled, holding her arms as she gently pulled away, looking up at him, she smiles before responding
“I missed you”
“I missed you too sweetheart, but, I come with good news!”
“Ooooh, I like good news! Tell me, tell me, tell me!” She claps her hands, excited for what Fred was about to reveal.
“Georgie and I have closed the shop for the next few days, he and Angelina are gonna be heading off to Scotland on holiday, so, I was thinking that you and I could take a trip to muggle London!” He spoke, excitement in his voice clear as day. He’d been going to muggle London on business with his brother a few times over the last couple of months and he’d seen some places he wanted to share with his girlfriend, a pureblood like himself, as she’s never experienced anything muggle related before that wasn’t taught in a classroom. He wanted to show her firsthand to let her have an insight on some of the things he’d seen.
“The place you’ve been telling me about?”
“Yeah! The place that has the awesome cake I was telling you about!”
“There’s gonna be cake?”
“There will be cake”
And those were the last words spoken before she ran off in a hurry again, reaching the cupboard in the hall of their shared home, to pull a suitcase down and beginning packing. Fred smiled, happy to see that the excitement he was feeling, was mutual.
~Timeskip~
The couple had just arrived and settled themselves into their hotel in the heart of London when Y/N bounced over to the windows in their bedroom and opened the door of their balcony, giving them a full view of the city.
“Wow, it’s beautiful!” Y/N spoke, wrapping her hands around the new pair of arms that had found themselves around her waist. Fred gently kissed below her ear, enjoying the slight breeze outside, glad they had worn their jumpers as it was starting to become fall season.
“So I was thinking” He began, still giving her quick pecks, moving between her neck and her jawline. “We could either chill out for today and see the sights tomorrow, or, we could spend the rest of today out and about and just choose what to do tomorrow depending on how you feel today goes.”
She thought it over for a few minutes, trying to decide whether she wanted to save the tourist stuff for later in the trip or start exploring today, when looking out at the busy city, it was suddenly really obvious what she wanted to do.
“I wanna go and see what that thing is!” She jumped, struggling to contain how eager she was.
“The big circle thing over there?” He spoke, following where she was pointing.
“Yeah!”
“Ahh, that’s called the London Eye” Leading her inside and helping her put her coat back on
“Wait, what? But there’s no eyes? Can that thing see?!” She exclaimed. He laughed before explaining that it wasn’t a literal eye, before leading her out of the door and smiling at how clueless she was, almost forgetting that it was exactly how he and George were when they first visited. Thankfully this time, Fred remembered the key card to their room, learning from an unfortunate mistake he and his twin brother made that resulted in the pair sitting outside in the hall for forty minutes, waiting for someone to let them back in. Y/N watched Fred put the key into their door, confused as to what he was doing as she pulled out her wand. Upon turning and seeing her eyes flutter between her wand and the rectangular thing in his hand, he started to explain again.
“This is a little card we put in this machine attached to the door handle, it locks and opens the door for us whenever we swipe it in this little slot here.” He explains while demonstrating, taking great joy in her face morphing as she tries to understand.
“We can’t just use ‘Alohamora’?”
“No Love, it’s all done the muggle way here, remember?”
Not entirely sure of herself, Y/N puts her wand back into her coat pocket and watches as Fred does the same with the muggle key card.
After a walk in Hyde park and hearing Big Ben ring out, scaring Y/N almost half to death ultimately causing Fred to practically fall over from laughing so much, the pair found themselves in Trafalgar Square, a soon to be favourite of Y/N’s.
“Can you guess why we’re here?”
“Uhm, to look at the fountain?”
“Well, yes, that, but, look up and to your left”
Y/N did as Fred had told her and gasped in excitement, for what felt like the thousandth time, when spotting the big cake logo above the doorway. Putting the pieces together, she knew that this was the place where Fred had kept bringing back Y/F/C from his trips. Fred took his hands from his back, to reveal two boxes of her favourite cake that she had been craving since it was first mentioned. Y/N wasted no time in taking the box from his hand, thanking him and opening it up, not stopping to wonder how the hell he’d managed to go and get it when she could’ve sworn she was with him the whole time. Her attention was brought back to Fred when he held a plastic, wrapped fork in front of her face, saving her from getting any crumbs or icing on her outfit. She took it from his hands gently and the two of them started to eat their cakes, occasionally taking some from the other person with large smiles painted across their face.
~Timeskip~
The sun had almost set now, the city now starting to light up with rows of street lights, headlights from the cars of people returning home from work to their loved ones, further accompanied by the lights from overlooking apartments. Y/N stood in the middle of the streets that had started to calm, but not by much, and spun slowly on the spot, taking in the beauty of the night atmosphere. What she had failed to notice, was that all throughout the day, Fred had been giving her the same look. He was completely in awe of her fascination and how she thought everything was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen. He knew that the muggle world would be a new environment for her, causing him to feel slightly anxious when first raising the idea, but seeing her be so absorbed by everything, made him feel like his heart had grown double the size. Stopping on the spot, Y/N saw her boyfriend look like he was in a trance, making her shy under his gaze when realising he was staring at her.
“You okay Freddie?” She spoke, watching him blink a few times before stepping forward and hugging him, feeling slightly colder now that it was darkening. He noticed her shiver slightly, unwrapping his scarf from his neck and gently wrapping around hers, before holding her face in his hands, a soft smile on their faces.
“Never better, my love.”
They pulled away from their hug, taking each other's hand, and walked towards the main event of the day, well, night time now. Waiting in line to hop on the ride, the two of them swung their arms back forth. ‘The eye looks so much bigger from down here’, Y/N thought, craning her neck to look at the top of the wheel, Fred not having to strain too much due to his height, but is still taken aback everytime he sees how tall it is, he chuckles to himself thinking that this must be how Y/N feels when looking up at him, not daring to voice his thought, knowing it would result in a slap to the chest, a light-hearted one, but it was better safe than sorry.
The line moved quickly until it was eventually the couple’s turn to walk into the pod-like thing, managing to have it all to themselves, the line not being as busy as it was during the day. When it started to move again, Y/N stumbled, holding onto Fred as she lost her balance slightly, not prepared for it to move so suddenly, causing the both of them to laugh at her clumsiness. Everytime they feel that they can’t possibly be happier than what they are or smile anymore than what they have, they’re proven wrong.
When they got to the top, an audible gasp fell from Y/N’s lips, if she thought that the views were pretty from the ground, seeing them from the top of this wheel was a whole other level. She walked closer to the glass, looking at all of the lights and tiny figures walking the streets. Sure, she’d gone flying on her Firebolt before and playing quidditch had given her a high view of a crowd before, but when flying, you can never really appreciate the views, especially not if you have a bludger flying towards you, something Fred had always made sure wouldn’t happen, knowing how painful it can be to be hit with one of those things. But with everything so still from where she was, there was no crowd screaming, no breeze whipping her hair in 50 directions, there was just serenity.
“Do you like it?” Fred broke the silence, eyes still focused on the girl beside him, watching her eyes go back and forth. He thought she hadn’t heard him she was so entranced, before she whispered a short “It’s incredible.” Another minute went by until she was pulling her eyes away and meeting with his, having to look up slightly. “I love it Fred. I love it all, today has been absolutely insane. Thank you so much.” She spoke softly, wrapping her arms around his torso and hugging him tight, but careful not to squeeze him. He returned the hug, arms wrapping around her shoulders and chin placed upon her head. A soft “you’re welcome darling” escaping him, careful to not break the peaceful silence they had.
And while Y/N was peacefully looking at the view, still wrapped up in Fred's scarf and his arms, her head felt empty with how peaceful the moment was, Fred felt the same, however, his head didn’t feel empty as he had one thought running through his head.
‘I’m going to marry this girl’
And thankfully, he had the ring in his back pocket ready to act on it.
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cafeworker!ni-ki
pairing: cafeworker!ni-ki x female reader
genre: fluff, comedy
description: the cashier at the new coffee shop was so adorable you just couldn’t resist visiting just for him
**did not proofread
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contrary to popular belief, you were NOT a social person
whenever you were around friends and family, you were always the loudest person there
like SHUT UP Y/N!!!!!!
anyways although you were loud, people still enjoyed being around you because you had such a sweet soul and interesting humor
everyone close to you knew that you hated talking to people you didnt know
but to all the strangers? no
they would think you were an outgoing ready-to-meet-new-people extrovert
which was so, so wrong
but ALAS, you had to talk strangers almost everyday living in 2020
(well lets pretend we arent in the middle of a pandemic right now)
moving on......
so you were in high school at the downfall of your existence
you used to have so many friends when you were younger ..now you only have like 3
and those three were always busy (busy making up excuses thats for sure) so you never really hung out with them outside of school
and on one fine evening after school you decided to visit the new cafe 5 minutes from your house
u were really excited because all the cafes were 15 minutes from your house so now u could just walk to this one if u wanted to !!!
but yeah it was in the middle of a small plaza that had cute buildings
you pulled up to the parking lot and was just about to get out the car when u remembered..
u have to talk to the cashier :/
who’s a stranger! even more ://
it was always so weird to you.. whenever you went out you always had someone else order for you because you just hated talking to strangers
you just felt uncomfortable and you couldnt help it
its not like you have never ordered for yourself but you would always prefer not to
and now that you think about it
this is the first time you have gone out by yourself
you did text one of your friends beforehand but they said they “had homework to do”
LIES!!!!
but you really wanted to try the coffee so you just ran with it
time to face your fears!
you opened the glass door to reveal a cute looking cafe, like the ones you’d see in movies
you loved it already
glancing to the cashier you’d have to be talking to—
hold on
you had to do a double take because WOAH.....
the cashier...
he....
wow..
you have never seen a boy like that in your life
you stood there for like 3 seconds before coming to your senses and standing infront of the menu
that was infrONT OF HIM
“hi, what can i get for you?”
HIS VOICE OH MY GOD..!?!?!
“oh um.. can i get a second to .. look..?”
“yeah of course,” he gestured to the menu on the wall above him
hes so nice u almost cried
your eyes shakily traveled up to the chalkboard menu and u began to ‘read’ the options
its like u could feel his eyes on u WTF!!!!
um um um *internally keyboard smashes*
you couldnt even think
the words on the menu were like gibberish
the ONE time u go out by yourself
this had to happen.. of course! someone had it out for you, you were sure of it >:(
picking a random drink you gave him your order
“uh can i have an iced caramel macchiato?”
ITS LIKE YOU CANT SAY A SENTENCE WITHOUT UH OR UM
u cant help but think hes judging you
he looks like that while u are standing there in old sweatpants your dads tshirt
“sure, what size?” he looks into your eyes after putting your order into the machine
god you felt your heart stop
his Eyes..... theyre so beautiful
“oh um regular” you attempted to give a small smile
hopefully it looked like one
“okay that’ll be $5.12.”
you dug out some cash from your bag and handed it to him
he gave u your change and gave u a small smile
“your drink will be out in a minute”
AAAAA
he went :)
he is so CUTE.....?!?!
he looked around your age too
sigh... you knew he was way out of your league though
you were gushing over him but he probably thought you were just another boring customer
while waiting u sat at one of the 2 person tables on your phone
and u IMMEDIATELY went to text your groupchat
‘GUYS’
‘AT THE CAFE NEAR MY HOUSE’
‘CUTEST BOY IVE EVER SEEN EVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE’
‘WTF IM GONNA CRY HOW DOES HE EXIST’
‘WAIT BRB HE S COMIBBG’
you tried to quickly put your phone down without looking suspicious when you saw him walking towards you with a drink in his hand
“here you go, enjoy” he said before swiftly making his way back to the counter and talking to the other worker there
wow... hes so mesmerizing
you’d steal glances at him every now and then while taking sips of your drink
you were sitting there for like 20 minutes before you noticed you finished your drink
you totally forgot you came here to see how good their coffee was
it was good by the way
sadly it was your time to leave
taking one last glance at him, you threw away your empty cup and walked out the door
wow
u cant believe you got to witness the most beautiful human being ever
in your small town?? crazy
you were sitting in your car just thinking
WAIT
U DIDNT EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!
you mentally punched yourself but then you started laughing
what does knowing his name even matter, its not like u were ever going to talk to him anyway
LOL
*sad emoji*
but the coffee was good so you definitely planned to go back
and not just because of the cute boy
...unless....
*time skip*
the next day you went there was a week later at the same time in hopes that he was working the same shift
AND HE WAS!!!!
score! 1 for y/n, 0 for umm... any other person who had a crush on him too i guess
the cafe didnt have too many people since it was fairly new and also in a small part of the city
so when you went in, you were the only one there along with the two workers
“welcome, what would you like to order?”
NOT THIS AGAIN
he looked even cuter today
his messy blond hair almost covered his eyes
you shouldve forced your friend to come with you this time
you ordered the same thing as last time but this time he asked for your name
hmmm
“um y/n” you answered
your heart was always beating 2 times as fast whenever you had to talk to him
he wrote it down on the cup and after you paid, you went to sit down at the same spot as last time
looking at him is literally the highlight of your day
the same thing happened as last time, he came over and gave you your drink without giving u a second glance
>:((((
boooo look at me cute boy
nonetheless u continued going to the cafe at the same time as much as u could which was like three times a week
literally over a month later and u dont think anythings going to happen
u punch yourself for thinking the boy would somehow find interest in you
hes still indifferent to you which isn’t surprising since you’ve never made any kind of move
ever
but
he should know u by now
hopefully..
*time skip again*
it was a saturday
at this point you’ve basically given up on having a crush on him and now since its become a routine u just say you go for the coffee
not really paying attention to your surroundings you dont notice that the boy at the cash register isnt the normal one you see almost everyday
“hey, what would you like to order?”
woah WHAT
you look up from your bag to notice a boy that was definitely not the one that normally stood infront of it at this time
and you also noticed something on this new cashier
a name tag
how come your old little crush didnt have one????
this new boys name was ‘jay’ and he was fairly cute too
looking around the corner at the other worker u noticed he has a name tag too
you recognized him because he was always working when the cute boy was at the cash register
his name was ‘heeseung’
after taking in these new additions you answered to jay
“oh um.. can i ge-,”
“she gets an iced caramel macchiato. her name is y/n”
??!<_|#%[>~€\£~
you whipped your head around so fast to see who said that behind you
was it who you thought it was ??!??!
YES IT WAS!!!!
OH MYGOD
ITS HIM
you widened your eyes at the boy who wasnt wearing his normal black and white uniform
instead he was wearing black ripped jeans and a gray hoodie
wow....... and u thought he couldnt look any better
BUT OMG?? HE REMEMBERS U
“oh wow ni-ki, you know her?” the boy named jay asked him
“uh yeah.. shes a regular” he said before walking to stand next to you
NI-KI
HIS NAME IS NI-KI OHMHGOD
u thought his name fit him perfectly its so CUTE
“are you gonna get something too?”
this whole time you were silent because.. what is going on
your heart was being SO fast you thought that everyone could hear it
“yup, can i get the same thing? also im paying for both of us”
WHAT??/):)/$;##\%|
ur eyes widened even more it looked like they were gonna pop out of its sockets
u unconsciously leaned towards the boy next you and kind of put your hands up
“w-what?? oh um no, you dont have to do that” you nervously said to him as he looked down at you
he kind of had a smile on his face
“i want to.”
there is no way this is happening
“oiiii ni-ki” jay chuckled while punching in numbers on the cash register
“ill have both of your drinks out soon, you two kids have fun!” jay said before turning around to face heeseung
WHAT??!!??!
your jaw almost dropped from shock
millions of thoughts ran through your brain and you couldnt even process anything
u cant believe this was happening
it was like a wattpad story or something.. is this how u meet ur soulmate
your thoughts were interrupted by a hand on your back momentarily and u look to see ni-ki shyly grinning and gesturing u towards a table
no way...
you awkwardly follow him to a 2 person table next to wall and sit down
you literally could not hear anything except for the pounding of your heart
“uh sorry about that...” he rubbed his neck and sheepishly smiled
“im ni-ki by the way”
“y/n...” u felt so awkward u wanted to cry
“agh, im really sorry if that was weird.. i just didnt know how to ask you out.....” he trailed off
*passes out*
IM JOKING
Ok but u felt ur heart stop bc NO WAY
“wait what??” u ask, ur eyes bigger than the moon
“um yeah... haha i took the day off today to try to talk to you.. sorry if that was weird..”
HE WAS SO AWKWARD JUST LIKE YOU IT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER
“no its okay!! im glad actually...”
“really? so is it okay if we hang out?” he asked excitedly
u did not think u could handle HOW CUTE THIS BOY WAS O M G...
“of course! sorry if im kind of awkward though” you gave a small smile
“its okay, i think i am too”
you two began talking about the cafe and where you went to school
turns out even though you two lived in the same town (literally 5 minutes away from eachother) u went to different schools for some reason
u talked for like 2 minutes before jay walked up with your drinks
“hows it going guys?”
“its doing good bro, now go away..” ni-ki lightly shoved jay and laughed
you giggled at the sight
jay looked offended and came right back
“that is not how you talk to your elders ni-ki! y/n do you see this?!” he scoffed
ni-ki just rolled his eyes and turned back to you
“do not ignore me young man!” jay joked
“oh y/n, ive heard all about you from ni-ki over here by the way.”
ni-ki’s eyes got so big you almost got worried
he turned around so fast and gave jay one of those ‘i swear if you say anything ur dead meat’ looks
jay obviously did not care
“hes always like ‘y/n this y/n that’ blah blah im glad he finally got the balls to ask you out because im honestly sick of hearing it!” jay laughed
u were blushing so hard
NI-KI LIKED U????
this felt like a dream
ni-ki pushed jay away so hard and turned back with red cheeks
awe
but yeah that was the beginning of the cutest relationship ever
u and ni-ki were so cute together <333
you’d always visit him during ur free time
it took like 2 months before u two made it official tho
and he was the sweetest boyfriend ever
#SORRY FOR THE CRAPPY ENDING#THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE THO LMK IF U WANT MORE#ni-ki is my ult btw hehe#enhypen#enhypen niki#ni ki#enhypen gifs#enhypen imagine#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenario#enhypen x reader#enhypen reactions#enhypen requests#enhypen jay#kpop#kpop imagines#kpop imagine#i-land#iland imagines#enhypen fluff
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all i’ve ever wanted // np
warning; language, alcohol ig, angsty angst, not proofread bc fuck that
summary; the two of you were supposed to beat the odds, but that proves to be harder than you originally planned.
word count; 6.3k+
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this wasn’t supposed to happen. not to the two of you. not like this. you and nolan were supposed to work through everything. you were supposed to beat the odds, supposed to go the distance. you were supposed to work through everything together, no matter how hard it got sometimes.
it wasn’t supposed to end. not ever, not now, and especially not like this.
you tried to tell yourself that you did everything you could’ve possibly done to make things work. you told yourself that you were trying, truly, but it just didn’t work for whatever reason.
things had been tough lately, for the both of you, separately and collectively. you didn’t thinks could get much harder than they had when you first moved to philadelphia. you had just overcome everyone in your life warning you about moving for a boy. they’d tell you to be careful, and you’d tell them the same thing every single time.
he’s not some guy i met in a bar one night. he’s nolan, and i can’t spend the rest of my life with him if we live in different continents.
and for the most part, that was true. you and nolan had known each other too long to even remember when you met each other. it felt like you had already spent an entire lifetime with nolan, so what was one more, really?
you didn’t realize that you’d end up here, three years later in the middle of an apartment that suddenly made your stomach twist uncomfortable as you drank through the suffocating thoughts swimming through your head. you didn’t know how long it had been since nolan left, but you knew that it had been a while. he left as the sun set, which you only knew because you remember the golden hue that peaked through the curtains and draped over his face beautifully. now it was dark, dark enough for the tv to be the only reason you could see the bottles of wine that laid across the coffee table.
you thought about everything that had happened between the two of you. you thought about the time he kissed you for the first time, how it felt like you were flying to finally feel his lips against yours. he had just taken you home after your group of friends had gone out for fries and milkshakes. you were smiling at him in a way that had him moving before he thought too much about it, kissing you over the center console of his car and gripping onto you like he’d never be able to kiss you again after this.
you thought about the time he was called to be captain of the wheat kings, and how nothing in the world had made him smile so wide. you remember the hug he gave you when he saw you, lifting you off of your feet with the momentum he built up as he ran over to you. his arms were wrapped so tightly around you you could barely breathe, but it didn’t matter when he smiled at you like that. nothing mattered when he smiled at you like that.
you thought about when he got drafted, how he never would’ve said it out loud, but being second pick wasn’t what he had built up for. he was excited to go to philly, but you knew he wanted that first pick title, even if he’d never say it.
you thought about when he asked you to move with him. he didn’t think he could do it without you, and you weren’t sure you’d be able to do anything without him. you remembered the grin that spread across his lips when you told him you would, that you wanted to do anything and everything with him, for the rest of your life.
you thought about the last few months, and how nolan had drifted away from you. how he pushed you away when all you wanted was to feel close to him again. you thought about how he would come home after long days and want nothing more than to just crawl into bed and fall asleep. you’d let him, because all you wanted was for him to be happy.
you thought about how he left a few hours ago, telling you to not expect him back for the rest of the night. you thought about how your heart shattered into a million, unrecoverable pieces when he told you that he couldn’t do this anymore. that he couldn’t be with you anymore.
you thought about how everyone told you to not move for him. they told you to wait until you were sure, until there was a ring on your finger that told you that the two of you would be together. and then you thought about how you didn’t listen to any of them because this was nolan, and you were more sure about him than you were about anything else in your entire life.
you thought about how you should’ve listened to them.
you didn’t move when the lock clicked or when the knob turned, not even when the door was shoved open and the light in the entry way turned on. you couldn’t move, couldn’t turn to face anyone that was walking in through the door because if it was nolan, you were sure to fall apart in your place on the couch.
you thought nolan walking through the door would’ve been the worst case scenario, but the look on travis’s face was far worse than anything you could’ve thought up in that moment.
the look of sympathy draped across his face had you crumbling in seconds, your chest caving in as you lost your breath completely. sobs raked through you so quickly that you couldn’t even try to stop them. travis was on the couch in seconds, letting you fall into his chest as he did his best to console you, but he knew that nothing he could do would be enough.
he didn’t know what happened, just that nolan was an idiot to give up on what the two of you had built. he’d been in philadelphia for almost four years now, and you’d been there every single step of the way. you’d built a life here, and you were considering throwing it all away now.
you couldn’t be in this city if nolan was here. nolan was the only reason you moved here, and the biggest reason you stayed after all this time. everything in this city reminded you of him, and he had you thinking of the easiest way to move back to winnipeg. but then you realized that that everything there would remind you of him, that nowhere was fresh of nolan. everywhere, everything reminded you of him.
“i can’t stay here, tk.” it took an hour for you to finally speak. your voice was hoarse, and it hurt your throat, but you had to say it.
“i’d offer you my place, but” you nodded, knowing that that was the first place nolan would’ve found refuge in. you appreciated the gesture, but you weren’t sure that travis’s apartment would’ve felt any better.
“i mean philly. i don’t know if i can stay here.” travis sucked in a sharp breath when the realization dawned on him.
he didn’t know the magnitude of everything that had happened. nolan had been less than explanatory when he showed up at travis’s apartment hours ago, muttering just enough for travis to realize what was going on. of course he’d let nolan stay there for as long as he wanted to, but he was hoping that there was a way for the two of you to fix this. you had to fix this. it was you and nolan. he hadn’t known either of you separately, only together. he had a friendship with both of you, but the other was always a part of your personality.
and now, all of that was changing.
he tried to talk you out of it, tried to tell you that this was irrational thinking and you were just running away from something that wasn’t certain just yet. he told you that the wine had you thinking irrationally, that you were acting impulsively and there were so many things you had to think about before you packed up your entire life and fled the city you’d made home.
but that was the thing. the only thing that made philadelphia feel like home was nolan. he was the only reason you felt at peace here, and that all changed the moment he walked out earlier.
i can’t do this anymore, y/n. i can’t be with you anymore.
you replayed the words over and over again, reminding yourself that this was real, and it was happening. you listened to travis talk you out of it, listened to him insist that there was a different way to go about this entire situation.
truthfully, travis didn’t want to lose you. he had built a solid friendship with you. there were things that you helped him with that nolan couldn’t. he saw you as so much more than nolan’s girlfriend, and he found himself growing a ball of animosity in his chest towards his best friend for ruining this.
he gave up when you paused your packing, looking at him with teary eyes and a wobbling bottom lip. he listened to you say that you would fall apart if you tried to stay here. he listened when you said that you already called your boss, you had already asked for a transfer, and though she was confused, she told you she’d work on it.
travis hadn’t realized there had been enough time for you to truly think all of this through and make arrangements already, but you did. so he let you pack, even helped you when you asked for him to hand you things on the opposite side of the room.
you were digging through your closet, looking for anything that couldn’t be left behind when you felt the small box in the palm of your hand. your body stilled, your heart thudding against your chest harshly as you pulled it out of the back of your closet with shaky fingers and eyes that filled to the brim with tears once more.
“tk.” the broken tone had him crossing the room in seconds, reaching for you in confusion and worry before his eyes landed on the small box.
“give it to me.” you hadn’t opened it yet, you weren’t sure if you could. if you opened it, it made it real. if you opened it, you’d have too many questions that you weren’t sure you’d ever get answers to. “y/n, give me the box.”
“is there a ring inside of this?” you looked at travis, watching the way his eyes fell to his feet for a moment as he looked for the right words. “how long has he had this?”
“y/n-”
“how long, travis?” your voice dropped to a tone that travis hadn’t heard in a long time. a tone you reserved for when things were unmistakably bad, toeing the line of irreversible.
“a few months.” your eyes moved back to the box, taking in the way that the velvet felt against your skin before travis was covering it with his own hand and taking it from you.
he was surprised when you sniffled, pushed your shoulders back and went back to packing as if you hadn’t just found a box that undoubtedly held an engagement ring inside of it. an engagement ring that should’ve been on your finger, should’ve been committed to your memory by now. an engagement ring you’d never get to see.
an engagement ring that would never belong to you.
he took you to the airport after you’d packed everything you thought you’d need for now. he promised to send the rest of your things as soon as you told him where you were going, though he immediately regretted agreeing to not tell nolan wherever you’d end up.
you hugged him before going through security, thanking him for everything he had done for you tonight and every day that you’d been in philadelphia. as much as you told yourself you would’ve never gotten here without nolan, you knew that the sentiment reached out for travis as well.
“hey.” you tugged on his shirt sleeve softly, bringing his attention back up to you for a moment. “just because nolan and i-” you bit your bottom lip when it started to wobble, doing your best to keep your tears at bay for the first time tonight. “you and i are still good. we’re still friends. you don’t have to choose.”
he smiled then, hugging you tighter than he’d ever hugged you before. then you were turning and walking away, leaving him to sulk on the way back to his car. when he got home he made no effort to be quiet, slamming every door and dropping everything to the ground with no mind at how loud he was being.
“tk, shut up.” nolan groaned, rolling over on the couch that was far less comfortable than the bed he should’ve been in back at his apartment.
“fuck off, pat. go home if you want to bitch at me.”
“you know i can’t go home, teeks-”
“she’s not there.” nolan sat up then, adjusting his eyes to the light that had been off just moments ago before he settled on travis. “she left.”
his mind raced, thoughts too loud for him to think straight. he knew he was the one that walked out, he was the one that broke up with you, but he hadn’t expected you to leave so quickly. he didn’t think you had anywhere to go, anyone to stay with. that’s why he left, that’s why he-
“she flew back home, pat. she’s gone.”
he’d never admit that his heart sank into his stomach, that he felt defeated over the thought that you had upped and left before the sun could set and rise. he didn’t realize you were capable of leaving so quickly, that you were capable of leaving at all.
“and she found the ring.” travis knew what he was doing as he fired off bits of information that nolan had no business knowing. he didn’t need to know that you flew home, or that you found the ring he bought for you while you packed your things. he didn’t need to know, but now he did. and he didn’t know if he wanted to know.
travis left the room after that, leaving nolan wide awake in the middle of the night as he rethought everything he’d done in the past few hours. everything he’d done in the past few months.
he didn’t know why he was drifting from you, why he allowed himself to do that. he never wanted to live without you. a life without you is a life he never wanted to be a part of, but he had just solidified that life for himself. he walked out on you, and now he was feeling the weight of it all crashing down onto him.
he thought about the look on your face when he said it, when he reached for his keys and turned to leave the apartment. he remembered your eyes filled to the brim with tears that you wouldn’t dare spill, and the way you were chewing so hard on your bottom lip that he thought you would draw blood.
he thought about how defeated you looked over the last few weeks, every time you’d reach out to him and he’d deny you. he thought about how you’d roll over to the edge of your side of the bed, clutching onto your pillow in search of the comfort he no longer gave you.
he thought about how things used to be so easy, how it used to be different. nothing used to feel like this, especially not with you. he found himself excited for roadies, and dreading the return home, and he had no idea why. it was supposed to be how it was when you were back in winnipeg. he was supposed to want nothing more than to feel how he would when he would come home from brandon, or when you’d drive out to him.
he thought about when he bought the ring a few months back. he thought about thinking that you were going to love it, that he was going to love asking you to marry him and hoping more than anything that you’d say yes. he wondered how things changed after that, how things ended up the way that they were now when they were so good not too long ago.
the sun rose before his thoughts allowed him the time to breathe. he was drowning in himself, and he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop it. he did this. he walked out on you and now he was dealing with the repercussions.
he expected travis to be cold when he woke up, shocked to see travis shooting him a sympathetic smile when he told nolan it was time to leave for practice. he was even more surprised when he offered to go up to his apartment with him to grab his stuff before heading to the rink.
it was six months before you saw him again. you had avoided him when both of you were in winnipeg, denying invitations from your friends in order to give nolan time with them. you didn’t want to be in the same place as him, but you weren’t going to make it difficult for him to see his friends in the short time he’d be home.
you thought new york was big enough. you thought it would give you great odds at not seeing him. you stayed away from every ice rink in new york, feeling nausea bubble up at the thought of stepping foot anywhere near anything that could remotely remind you of hockey.
you knew he’d be in town. the flyers were playing the islanders, but you thought that gave you enough distance between the two of you. you thought you had done everything right up until now. you didn’t call or text him, you didn’t keep up with his stats or the flyers at all. your extent of flyers knowledge came from occasional conversations with travis, where nolan was strategically left on a list of topics you weren’t allowed to bring up.
the odds of seeing him had to be one in a million. it should’ve been nearly impossible for him to end up here, in the same building as you, but it happened.
you felt the wind being knocked out of you when your eyes met his. you stood on opposite sides of the room, neither of you making a move towards or away from one another. your muscles tensed, your mind racing so fast it made you dizzy, but you didn’t dare break eye contact with him.
his hair was shorter, his arms slightly bigger. he looked good, really good. you scolded yourself for thinking such a thing, but it was true. nolan always looked good, and you guessed that the last six months had ended with him channeling things into working out, because he looked too good to be doing the same thing he’d been doing for the past five years.
you only tore your eyes away from him when a hand gripped your elbow softly, pulling your attention away from nolan and over to brady, who was glancing down at you with worry pulling at his features.
“you okay?” you looked back in the direction nolan was just in, finding it empty as he had seemingly disappeared. you looked around for a minute, trying to find out if you had been seeing things or if that had truly just happened. “y/n.”
“yeah, yeah. sorry, just, saw someone i used to know.” he gave you a confused look but nodded, handing you the drink he had just ordered for you before pulling you back in the direction of your friends.
you hadn’t seen nolan after that, hadn’t even heard from him. you did, however, check the score of the flyers v. isles game, and smiled when you saw they had won. you found yourself flicking through the details of the game, and smiling wider at the fact that nolan had scored two of the five goals in the game, and had another assist to tack onto it.
you found yourself falling into more bad habits, like watching flyers games when you were home with nothing else to do, ignoring the fact that you had made sure you had no plans on specific nights. you kept up with nolan’s game as loosely as you could, trying not to throw yourself into a pit of despair over a boy you hadn’t spoken to in over six months.
a few months later you found yourself at home, lying across your parents’ couch while your family spoke animatedly about a movie you hadn’t seen. you laughed at one liners your sister would throw in, and rolled your eyes when your brother and your dad argued about if the original or the sequel was better.
then your phone rang, and you were unsure of what to expect but you answered anyways. you told yourself you couldn’t do it, that you shouldn’t do it. there was little room for you to do such a thing without tripping over yourself all over again, but you found yourself grabbing your keys and saying goodbye to your parents before you could think about it too much.
you weren’t dressed to be at the lake, not even slightly, but you couldn’t find yourself to care as you spotted the familiar car parked next the rest of your friends’. the same car he kissed you in for the first time, and the same car he would continue to kiss you in for years to come.
you shut off your car and stepped out before you could convince yourself to turn around. you pulled your jeans up over your hips and shut the door, grabbing the attention of the few that were on the same side of the lake that you had just pulled up to.
“y/n!” you smiled at your friends, offering them a wave and a light greeting.
you offered a small amount of small talk before your eyes found the person you’d come for, sitting on a blanket you recognized within seconds all by himself.
“go talk to him.”
your feet carried you over, stopped only once more by the sound of your name that had you laughing gently as you waved across the water before finally standing in front of the blanket you were headed for.
“do you have room for one more?” his lips pulled into a smile when he nodded, giving you the room to sit beside him.
he didn’t know how to feel about the way your jeans brushed against the side of his knee. the rough material was almost uncomfortable, but he wasn’t going to move away from you. he wanted you as close to him as you would allow him to be, and the fact that it was close enough for your legs to bump against one another brought a warmth to his chest that he hadn’t felt in what felt like forever.
“why are you sitting over here by yourself?” he found himself smiling at the sound of your voice, almost not registering your question as he felt honored just hearing you speak to him after all this time.
“not in the mood to socialize i guess.” he shrugged gently, and you rolled your eyes.
“winnipeg nolan is far more outgoing than you’re giving yourself credit for.” he laughed gently at the name, forgetting how you used to tease him about his separation between his life in winnipeg and his life in philadelphia.
“philly nolan is an idiot.” his voice was soft, but you heard him. he could tell by the way you sucked in your cheek to chew on it lightly. “you’ll chew another hole through your cheek if you keep doing that.”
you laughed then, releasing your cheek from the grip of your teeth as you thought back on the memory he dug out of your subconscious. it was before you were dating, when you had to get a root canal and your mouth was so numb that you chewed a hole through your cheek without realizing it.
it was nice to be able to act like things were normal, even if it was only for a minute. it felt like nothing bad had happened, like you hadn’t left so many things unsaid when he walked out of the apartment and you left philadelphia. it felt like things were almost how they used to be, and neither of you wanted to shift it in the direction that it needed to go.
“how’s new york?” the corner of your mouth tugged up gently, but it fell a few moments later, not being able to find too much serenity in the reminder that he had seen you just a few months back.
“hectic.” you breathed out, bringing your knees up to your chest before you wrapped your arms around them.
"and your boyfriend?” your eyebrows pulled together, confusion evident in your features when you turned to meet his eyes. but then it sunk in, and your mouth shot up into a wide smile before a laugh was falling past your lips.
you fell back onto the blanket, eyes screwed shut as you tried to muffle your laughter underneath the palm of your hand. when you came down, nolan was staring at you curiously, unsure of what spurred your laughing fit.
“brady? i’m not exactly his type.” you shook your head, still laughing gently. nolan rolled his eyes, breathing out a gentle sigh before speaking up.
“well that sucks for him. i don’t know a single person that wouldn’t jump at the opportunity-”
“brady’s gay, nol.” his lips clamped shut, forming a thin line before he breathed out a gentle laugh of his own.
“well that’s embarrassing.” his cheeks turned pink as he faced away from you, trying to focus back on anything other than the way he just made a fool of himself in front of you.
you lifted your hand up to his elbow and gripped it gently, grabbing his attention before pulling on it just enough to get him to lie back with you. he set the bottle he was nursing aside and faced the sky, your knees and elbows bumping as the two of you tried to avoid the grass.
“dragon.” you said softly, hearing nolan scoff in return. the sound alone made you smile, feeling like things were as simple as they used to be.
“no way you see a dragon from that.” you laughed softly, a sound nolan was scared he’d never hear again. “it’s a spaceship, for sure.”
“bullshit!”
the two of you argued over cloud shapes for a few minutes until a thick silence fell over you. neither of you wanted to bring it up first, but you knew it had to come up at some point. the whole reason you were called here was to talk to him, and though you had been doing that, you were avoiding the inevitable.
“do you want to go for a drive?” you turned towards him, your faces closer than you expected them to be.
your noses almost brushed against each other, and you watched the way nolan’s eyes fell to your lips for a moment longer than they should have. it brought a familiar feeling to your stomach, a feeling you had never felt with anyone besides nolan.
“yeah.” you breathed softly, telling yourself to move from this position before you pushed your lips against his, but you didn’t move a muscle.
“we can’t go on a drive if you don’t move.” he whispered, and watched you roll your eyes but smile regardless.
“you haven’t moved either.” he laughed gently then, and despite everything in him telling him to just stay still, to wait for your move, he pulled himself up onto his feet and offered you his hands.
you gripped onto them, pulling yourself up to your feet with ease. you stood chest to chest for a moment, closer than you had been just a minute ago.
“we should go.” you nodded, but waited for him to take a step back, his hands falling from yours as he grabbed the bag he brought and fished his keys out of it.
you followed him to the car, ignoring the looks you were getting from all of your friends as you reached for the handle. you didn’t ask where you were going, and you truly didn’t care. being in this car, beside nolan, was enough for you, even if it wasn’t going to end the way you so desperately wished it would.
he kept both of his hands on the steering wheel, something he rarely ever did. his knuckles turned white, and you could tell he was fighting the urge to reach out to you. you weren’t sure he even knew how to keep his hands to himself when the two of you were alone. nolan wasn’t a big pda guy, but when you were alone, he practically always had a hand on you.
you smiled when you noticed the familiar path, beginning to guess every turn before he took it, only to end up in the place you had predicted. the small park had been a place the two of you visited from a young age, but the small path behind it was where you went when you got to old to use the slides or the swings.
“i haven’t been here in such a long time.” you said it more to yourself, but the smile that didn’t reach nolan’s eyes told you he heard you.
“neither have i.” it shocked you, though it probably shouldn’t have. why would he have come here? it was built for kids. not for 22 year old NHL players.
you sat on a bench, talking about what your lives looked like now, though you both knew where this conversation would end up at some point. he talked about the team, talked about how they were doing and the games he missed due to his injuries, and you offered him a warm, sympathetic smile.
you were confused when he stood up and told you he wanted to show you something before walking back to the car. you watched him dive into the backseat before shoving something in his pocket and walking back over to you.
you were getting nervous, especially when you saw the look on his face when he sat back beside you. you sucked in a sharp breath when he pulled the familiar bow out of is pocket, twirling it around in his hand as his eyes avoided yours.
“i think i psyched myself out. i think i let myself believe that this is what you needed, that it’s what you wanted. i told myself it’s what i wanted, and it was, it is, but i let it get to my head.” your eyes watched his fingers fiddle with the small box until he turned to you, your eyes meeting as he wore a soft smile.
“i told myself that this is what was next, and if i couldn’t give it to you then i wasting your time.”
“you were never wasting my time.” you found your voice finally, feeling the cut wrenching feeling from that night come back, though it was much duller now than it had been then.
“i fucked up. i fucked it all up.” you sighed softly, not finding the words that you knew you should’ve told him. because in all honesty, he did fuck it all up, and he was scared there wouldn’t be a chance to redeem himself.
“i never told you we had to get married, nol.”
“i know, i know. i wanted to, i really did, but then i got scared, i guess. i stressed myself out with the entire idea of marriage and how it would’ve changed things and then i fucked it all up.” you bit on the inside of your cheek, letting your shoulders relax as you listened to him explain what was going on inside of his head when he walked out on you.
“i wanted to marry you. i want to marry you. i’ve never wanted that with anybody else in my entire life, and i don’t think i ever will. i know i won’t. i know it sounds crazy, and we’re still so young, and now we’ve been separated for what feels like years, but-” he paused, reaching up to tug on his hair gently before letting out a heavy sigh.
“but?” he looked up at you, his eyes connecting with yours and sending shock waves through you before taking a deep breath.
“but all i want is you. i wake up, and i hope that by some stroke of luck, you’ll be beside me. i come home from roadies and i hope that for some reason, you’ll be sitting in the living room, waiting for me. i hope that you’ll show up one day because i don’t have the courage to do it myself. i hope that even though i fucked everything up, that i’ll find a way to fix it. because all i want, all i’ve ever wanted, is you.”
your chest tightened with every word, your eyes building up the same dam of tears they had back in philly.
“and i know you live in new york now, and i don’t expect you to leave all of that behind, but i don’t think i can keep this to myself anymore, y/n.” you nodded slowly, watching him push the box open with the pad of his thumb.
the audible gasp that left you pulled confusion out of him. he watched you stare at the ring, so delicately placed in the middle of the base of the box.
"you seem surprised.” he spoke through a small laugh, and you tried to sniffle in hopes that it would keep your tears at bay.
“i’m not surprised, i’m just, wow. nolan, this is fucking gorgeous.”
“tk said you found it before you left.” you let out a soft laugh as you reached up to wipe the wetness out of your eyes.
“i didn’t open it.” you shook your head gently as you looked back at him, watching realization dawn on him once more.
“i know it’s a lot to ask, especially after all this time. we live in different places, and maybe it’ll be harder now than it ever has been, but i need to ask. i need to ask because i want to try, y/n. fuck being scared, fuck what people think. i don’t care about anything of that shit anymore. i want you, all of you. i want the life we were meant to have, and i’ll do everything it takes to get there.”
you were crying, but you were smiling, which made nolan smile. he reached for your cheeks, wiping the wet trails off of your skin before resting his forehead against yours.
“nolan.” you gripped his wrist in your hand gently and felt him pull back to look at you, his eyes burning into yours. “i want all of that, more than anything, but i can’t pretend like all of this shit didn’t happen. i can’t jump straight back into it, no matter how badly i want to.”
he nodded, a gentle smile playing at his lips before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“we don’t have to pick up where we left off. i’d actually prefer it if we didn’t, but i want to work towards it. i want to marry you, even if it’s ten years from now.” you let out a small laugh, one that made his smile reach further up on his cheeks.
“i’d really like that.” you spoke softly before a pair of lips were pressed against yours.
you tried not to let yourself melt too far into it, tried to keep your feet flat on the ground, but that was impossible with nolan’s lips pressed against yours. when his lips touched yours, you lived in a world where nothing bad ever happened. it felt like everything was right, everything was whole.
he pulled back far too soon, but when he pressed another soft kiss to your lips, much quicker than the last, and pressed his forehead against yours, you seceded.
“will you still take the ring? i want you to have it.” you laughed softly and nodded, holding out your hand for him to slip it onto your finger.
you melted at the sight of nolan sliding a dainty ring onto your finger before lifting your hand and kissing your knuckles softly. it was a sight you hoped you’d see one day, even if this is how it happened.
“what happens when we do get engaged? do i have to give it back to you?” he laughed, a real, guttural laugh that had your heart absolutely soaring.
“i’ll get you another one.”
“oh god, am i going to be one of those girls with rings on all of her fingers?” you whined, not wanting to end up with a ring for every time nolan made a mistake, but it just made him laugh and pull you over into his lap.
“just the two. and a wedding band. you’re obviously getting a wedding band.” you rolled your eyes but reached out, cupping his face in your hands before pressing a kiss to his lips again.
“i love you.” he smiled widely against your lips, thinking that he had never missed a simple phrase so much in his entire life.
“i love you so much.” he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him impossibly closer. “we’ll figure everything out, right?”
you smiled and nodded, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the skin of his cheek.
“we’ll figure it all out.”
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Ok so you just wrote me a gorgeous drabble and here I am wanting more, bc you’re just too good. On my way to the gym this morning I almost crashed my car bc I saw sexy construction workers and was wondering if sometime in the future you would maybe consider ConstructionWorker!Peeta? Maybe Katniss almost crashed her car staring at that ass? Lol sorry for being so needy... 😘
I hope you enjoy @mrspeetamellark, trying to think up a story title and story cover concept right now because I’m liking this Everlark so much.
Thanks for the prompt, doll! <3
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“Yes, move that meeting to the afternoon,” Katniss told her sister. “Snow wants to meet about the Gilmore divorce proceedings.”
“Got it,” Prim replied from the speakers of the car. “Where are you?”
“Just turning onto our block,” she informed her. “It looks like they’re finally renovating the building next to the office…”
Katniss’ eyes were suddenly drawn to a figure standing out against the rest of the men gathered at the site. He was leaning against one of the wood slats that surrounded the property, blond and broad wearing a fitted white t-shirt.
Suddenly, his eyes drew up to meet hers.
Azure blue greeted her own steel ones, the man’s mouth widening into a smile, his expression warm and sweet.
Before morphing into panic—
“Holy fuck!”
Katniss swerved just in time to avoid a squirrel crossing the street and just barely maneuvering her car from crashing into a tree. She managed to save face, making the turn into her office’s parking garage and then into her assigned space.
“Are you alright?” Prim called out. “For a moment there, I thought I lost you.”
Katniss turned off the engine, taking in a calming breath.
“I’m fine. I’ll be up in a minute,” she responded before hanging up.
This is what she got for even looking at a man. It was a sign from the gods telling her to focus on work and not on her lack of a social life.
Too bad, though. The man was awfully cute.
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“Peeta!” Turning, Peeta found Finnick—one of the other construction workers and his childhood friend—heading towards him. “Your dad said that we could take our lunches now.”
“Fine with me,” Peeta agreed, pulling off his construction helmet and tucking it under his arm.
The two headed down the street, grabbing some sandwiches from a nearby deli before heading back.
“So,” Finnick began, as they sat down at the tables set-up in front on the construction site. “I saw that your lady almost damn near crashed into a tree this morning.”
“She isn’t my lady,” Peeta muttered, unwrapping his sandwich to avoid his friend’s teasing eyes. “She’s just a beautiful woman who I happen to admire—who would never look at someone like me.”
“She did notice!” his friend exclaimed. “That close call happened because she was looking at you. Maybe you should go over to her office building and introduce yourself, ask if she’s okay—”
“No, no, no…” Peeta shook his head. “She’s high class and I am…me.”
“Peeta—” Finnick looked to him in concern. “You are a good guy. Stop being so hard on yourself. Just because one woman couldn’t look past your circumstances, doesn’t mean they all will.” His friend’s sea-green eyes darted behind him. “In fact, I’m going to help you out—”
Sticking his middle and index fingers into his mouth, Finnick let out a loud whistle.
“What are you doing?” Peeta asked in confusion.
His friend ignored him, looking behind Peeta and pointing at him.
Then, he was being yanked by the forearm from his seat and being slammed against one of the wood slats of their construction site.
Up close, her eyes were smoky and full of fire—because she was pissed.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” she demanded. “I am not the kind of woman who needs to get whistled at to feel like she’s hot. In fact, it’s downright demeaning! If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was introduce yourself like a normal person—”
“Wait!” She stepped back, but her grip on the front of Peeta’s shirt didn’t let up. “I never whistled at you. It was my friend; the idiot with the red hair who is currently trying to skulk back into our construction site, so you won’t manhandle him like you’re doing to me.”
The woman turned just in time to see Finnick guiltily rush into the construction site.
She immediately released her grasp, her olive complexion flushing scarlet.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” The woman let out a nervous laugh. “It’s just been a hell of a day so far. I almost crashed my car this morning—” Her grey eyes widened. “It’s you!”
He held out his hand to her. “Peeta Mellark.”
She took it and Peeta let his thumb brush against her rich skin. “Katniss Everdeen.”
“Now that we’ve officially met,” he started. “Are you okay? It was a close call this morning.”
“I’m fine,” she assured him. “It’s just been so busy with meetings and I have to go grab lunch—”
“Split my sandwich with me,” he offered. Peeta nodded at the still wrapped sandwich on the now empty table. “Or I’m pretty sure there are few birds that would be happy to take your half.”
Katniss flushed. “You sure?”
“I insist.” He led her towards the table, pulling out a chair for her. After sitting, he pulled one of the wrapped pieces out and handed it to her. “Turkey and provolone, no tomatoes.”
“That is my exact order at Sae’s Deli!” Katniss said as she unwrapped her half.
Peeta grinned. “It’s where I got it.”
“So—” She placed her sandwich down and turned to him. Peeta examined her, perfect posture, a heart-shaped face, and smooth shoulder-length waves greeted his appreciative eyes. “—why did your friend whistle at me?”
Peeta let out a breath.
“The first time I came by to examine this construction site, you came to your office,” he explained. “You were wearing a red romper and your hair was in a braid. You were about the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Ever since, I guess I just looked out for you. Finnick just happened to notice and thought he could help things along…”
Peeta waited for her to recoil or grimace. It sounded pathetic, the way he always made sure to look out for her black BMW in the mornings. However, to him, it was just not a good day if he didn’t see her lovely face, even if it was just through her car window.
“Did you want to have dinner?”
He turned to her, his jaw dropping. “What?”
Katniss blushed, her eyes going to her lap.
“I think you’re cute and I almost crashed my car looking at you,” she revealed slowly. “And it seems like a sign that we should look into whatever this is. Also—” Her eyes met his, glowing brightly. “No one has ever called me beautiful.”
“I find that hard to believe,” he said softly. “I would love to have dinner with you. You have to let me pay, though.”
“Is that some sort of manly-man bullshit?” she retorted with a grin.
“No, my mother would kill me if she found out that I didn’t pay on the first date,” Peeta explained. “She’d think that it would be a horrible start to our epic love story.”
“I like your mom already,” Katniss told him. “How’s six sound?”
“Perfect.”
“Katniss!”
They turned to find a pretty blonde and a dark-haired woman with a squared gaze approaching.
“My sister and one of my associates,” Katniss told him. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a small case and taking out a business card. “My cell number is on it—text me when you can, and we can go over details for tonight.”
“Sure,” he replied in a daze.
Taking her sandwich—they both had foregone eating—Katniss stood, but not before pressing a kiss to his cheek and giving him a breathtaking smile.
“I’m looking forward to tonight.”
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Over texts, Katniss and Peeta decided to meet at an Italian restaurant close to her apartment.
“I can’t believe you asked that guy out!” Johanna, her roommate and one of the other lawyers in the firm, said from her seat on Katniss’ bed. “You, who won’t even agree to coffee when any other man offers, asked a construction worker out to dinner.”
“He’s not just a construction worker,” Katniss protested. “He’s Peeta Mellark, a guy who I think is really nice and easy to talk to—”
“And let’s not forget the ass,” came a shout from Prim, who was searching in Katniss’ walk-in closet. “Don’t act like you weren’t looking at it when he got up to go back to work, Katniss.” Prim stepped into her bedroom, holding a deep-purple dress with a v-neckline and three-quarter sleeves. “I knew you tried to hide my birthday present! Put this on so he can rip it off you.”
Katniss scowled at her. “Who taught you to talk like that?”
“You did,” Prim retorted with a cheeky grin. “Now, go and get ready. I’ll lay out some underthings for you.”
Katniss headed towards her bathroom.
“Prim, I’m not sure how long it’s been since anyone’s been down there,” Johanna quipped. “You might want to pick something that covers that jungle.”
“I’m on it,” her sister replied as Katniss was about to close the door. “Tonight, we’re just emphasizing her boobs.”
“Good luck with that,” her friend retorted.
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Their dinner was going surprisingly well.
Katniss hadn’t been on a date for almost a year and she had worried over the thought as she walked over to the restaurant
That was until she saw him.
Peeta cleaned up nicely, meeting her in a dark green sweater, fitted jeans, and brown oxfords. In his hand was a single pink peony, which he held out to her after kissing her cheek in greeting.
They both settled at their table, ordering quickly (eggplant parmigiana for her and lasagna for him) before falling right into easy conversation.
Peeta’s family owned the construction company that he worked for though, he was the only family member who worked onsite besides his father. Peeta’s mother worked at the home office as the company’s administrator. He had two brothers, one of which owned his own bakery business and ran it with his wife who had been his high school sweetheart.
“I think you’d like Delly,” he told her. “She’s very down-to-earth which works out perfectly because Rye is all sorts of insane. He’s the kind of guy who will wake up in the middle of the night to make the perfect chocolate cake. Luckily enough, Delly is the kind of girl who will stay up and write out everything he’s done because he’s forgotten by morning.”
“And, your other brother?”
“Runs a small hotel upstate. It’s the perfect place for Christmas,” Peeta said. “Andy and his partner Gale turned the place into one of the top hotels to experience wintertime. It does help that they both have a great sense of style.”
“So, your brother is—”
“Gay as the day is long as he would put it.” Peeta grinned. “He and Gale have been together forever. They’re one of the most stable couples I know.” He met her eyes. “How about you?”
“I grew up about an hour out of the city. My parents were high school sweethearts, married right out of high school. Had me about a year after their wedding and four years after me, Prim was born.”
Katniss stopped for a moment, taking a long sip. This part was always the hardest to explain.
“My father passed away when I was six and Prim was two,” she continued. “My mom brought us here to the city to stay with my Uncle Haymitch while she got back on her feet and find a job. We woke up the next day after arriving at his place and she was gone.”
“Oh God, Katniss—” Peeta reached over, covering her hand with his. “—I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t feel sorry for us. It was probably the best thing she could have done for us,” Katniss told him, her voice still a little thick. She gave him a wet smile. “Feel bad for my Uncle—single guy in his prime having to take on two young girls. Did you know when I got my period, he bought five different types of pads? I know, too much information—”
“I like learning about you, Katniss,” he told her. “Every little bit I’ve learned, I like.”
“I feel the same way.”
It was true. Everything she learned about man before her had only compounded the growing feelings inside her. Peeta was breath of fresh air in her staid routine and every bit of time with him made her feel like she was slowly coming back to life.
Peeta squeezed her hand, she didn’t realize their hands were still pressed together—but she didn’t mind it.
“Go on,” he urged with an eager smile. “Tell me more.”
“When I was in sixth grade, my uncle came for a parent-teacher conference and met my teacher, Effie Trinket. A year later, he married her. She’s great, got me through those tough girl years. She and my Uncle are disgustingly in love.” She snorted, taking a long sip of water. “That’s my odd little family.”
“Have you heard from your mom?” Peeta asked curiously.
Katniss shook her head.
“I don’t have a real desire to. I’m not mad at her anymore, but I can’t say I’d be thrilled to see her again. Prim doesn’t even remember her. She calls Uncle Haymitch and Aunt Effie Mom and Dad.” She sat back, giving him an embarrassed smile. “That was more unloading than I intended for a first date.”
“Honestly, I’ve been watching you for a while,” Peeta revealed. “Finnick is sick to death of hearing me talk about the gorgeous brunette next door. That’s why he whistled at you; it was to save his ears from my own insecurities when it came to you.” His face had gone red. “I know you’re some big-time lawyer and I’m just some guy—”
Katniss shook her head. “You’re not just some guy.”
Peeta grinned. “I hope not.”
After he paid for dinner, they decided to walk to her apartment since it was a warm night.
As they strolled down the block, his hand brushed against hers before carefully grasping her fingers. Katniss took the initiative, entwining their fingers together, and Peeta turned to her, lifting her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles.
She felt the heat rise up her body, her center twisting at the feel of his rough lips to her skin. She had to wonder how those lips would feel against the rest of her body, specifically between her thighs.
It had been a long time since she had sex.
“Nice place,” Peeta said as they approached the luxury apartment complex. “I know the company that worked on them, Beetee Latier is a smart guy and I’m willing to bet that this place is very up-to-date when it comes to virtual assistance.”
“I’ve never tried it, but Johanna has said that she can tell the apartment when it’s too cold,” Katniss told him offhandedly. “And it raises the temperature according to what is comfortable.” They stop outside the entrance and she turned to him. “Thanks for dinner and the conversation.”
“Thank you for giving me a chance,” Peeta replied.
His hand reached, cupping her cheek and his thumb brush against the edge of her bottom lip before dropping to his side. Katniss felt every nerve pulsate at his touch and she had desperately fought the urge to take his thumb into her mouth to taste him.
She wanted to ask him to come up, but her need to not seem so desperate dampened her longing.
Reaching into her purse, Katniss took out her keys, giving him a shy smile. She quickly kissed him on the cheek.
“Good night, Peeta.”
His hand reached to a tendril of her hair, caressing it with his fingers as if he were trying to memorize the feel of it between them.
When Peeta met her eyes, her breath caught at the desire in his darkened blues. “Good night, Katniss.”
“Fuck it—”
Katniss snapped, her keys dropping to the ground in a loud clink, as her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled his mouth against hers. Peeta gasped in surprise before catching himself and circling his arms around her waist to pull her close.
He tasted delicious, her tongue surrounding his as she feasted on him. Her hand reached to grasp at his hair and the moan that tumbled from his mouth cause the fire inside her to flare. She had never wanted anything or anyone as much as she wanted the feel of him against her.
His lips slid off hers, pressing to her neck, his tongue sampling her.
“What are you doing to me, Katniss Everdeen?” he asked breathlessly, the intensity of his question sending shivers through her skin.
Katniss met his eyes, her chest heaving as she felt the rapid beat of her heart.
“I’m taking you upstairs.”
So, there’s going to be a 2nd part to this. I’m having too much fun.
Yeah, I’ve been shipping Gale with the eldest brother since TWC.
#mrspeetamellark#request#constructionworker!Peeta#lawyer!Katniss#Everlark#Everlark Fanfiction#Modern AU#Rated MA#Rated E in later part
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I'm back darling~ this time I'd love sth for Cassie & her female bestie 😁 bc the xmas is near so Imma give u these prompts: 'I’m a grown adult. I don’t want to take a picture with Santa Claus', 'Hey, want to help me get my parents off my ass about not having a date?'. Have a good day!
Had a ton of fun with this one, hope you enjoy!!!
Cassie Cage x F! Reader
Meeting the parents- I mean, meeting Santa.
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It was a cold, quiet morning in your apartment. You were enjoying a warm cup of coffee in the early hours, a cheezy hallmark move playing on your TV as you try to work yourself into the holiday spirit. It had been a long year. Your phone dings once, but you ignore it, too focused on who was going to marry Santa. When it kept going off you finally checked it with a sigh.
Cassie-lassy
Hey
Hey, can I ask a favor?
Stop watching Christmas movies and answer me
Cassie was your best friend, but you weren't sure if you liked where this was going.
How did you even know that?
Anyway, whats up?
My parents are throwing a Christmas party this week and are hounding my ass about a date.
And?
Do u think u could pretend to be my gf, just for a day? Just to get them to leave me alone.
You almost choked on your coffee when you read the text. Damn, hallmark movie coming true? Your heart fluttered a bit. Cassie was your best friend. You didn't have feelings for her! That was ridiculous. All she needed was a... friend-to-friend favor. Plus, her dad was super rich, they were totally going to have good food.
Sure, when?
Uh, today good?
The lack of planning was exactly what you should've expected from Cassie. You laughed and drug your hands across your face, she was so lucky that you had the day off.
Bleh, ok. Ur dad better have some good food.
U bet ur ass! Pick u up at 6.
You laughed, and slowly picked yourself off the couch. You hoped that you still had an ugly sweater somewhere in your closet.
The time flew by unfortunately fast. You were rushing to gather your things as Cassie at outside in her 1965 red stingray corvette, (with a mako body) you loved that car so much. You couldn't help but geek out everytime you see it, but alas, there was definitely no time for that today. You frantically locked your apartment as you ran down the steps.
"Sorry I'm late!" Cassie laughed as you got in the car, and that awful flutter feeling returned. Oh no. This is not happening.
"Its chill, I doubt Dad will care if we're late to his party anyway." Your eye twitched, smile still wide on your face. You liked to be on time no matter where you were going, and by the look she was giving you you knew that Cassie said that just to annoy you. You rolled your eyes at her as she took off, the rumble of the car's engine instantly calming you.
Damn. You had never seen a house that big. As Cassie rolled through the big gates you continued to gawk at the beautiful architecture.
"I knew your dad was rich but, seeing how rich he is... is..."
"I know right? He moves into a new house almost every 6 months almost. Each one is bigger then the last one." You felt light headed just imagining how it must feel to have so much money. By the time Cassie parked and the two of you walked to the big doors, you could hear people loud and clear inside the house. This was way different then the tiny little Christmas reunions you were used too.
"I might throw an arm around you and call you nicknames a bit to make it seem legit, are you ok with that? I'm already asking a lot by getting you to come with me in the first place, the last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable." You laughed.
"Cassie it's fine, all that comes with the 'pretend girlfriend' package." She sighs in relief, knocking on the door.
"Just making sure."
The door opens after a few moments, Cassie's mother answering the door, delighted at the sight.
"Cassie you made it just in time! Your dad just got his Ninja Santa costume out of storage. You should- oh, who is this?" You shyly waved, face flushing more from the situation than the cold. You were glad you were already blushing when Cassie links her fingers through your own.
"Mom, this is my girlfriend." Her mom's face lights up, but you would be lying if you said her obvious military posture and build didn't intimidate you. You introduced yourself and shook her hand with your free hand, making sure to shake with a firm grip.
"Its great to meet you. I was wondering when Cassie was going to bring someone home." Cassie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as you awkwardly laughed. Her mom, Sonya, invited the two of you in. Your jaw almost dropped at the inside of the house.
The house was incredibly decorated. Wreaths, lights, an army of elves on the shelves, everything you could think of that spoke Christmas. A giant buffet on the right side of the room and a giant tree in the center of it all.
"Holy shit Cas," you wispered, she giggled squeezing your hand.
"I know right. They overdo it every year."
The rest party was amazing. You met many of Cassie's friends and family friends from the special forces. Kids were livey and running around the place. Even though the mansion and beautiful and intimidating, everything seemed to speak family to you. Every once in a while you would catch Cassie staring at you, but she would always wave you off, face flushing. It couldn't be an actual blush though, this was all an act, right?
"Ho ho ho, Ninja Butt-kicker Santa Claus has arrived!" A voice boomed from the center of the room. Adults laughed while children screamed with delight, booking it towards the gaint tree. Cassie sighed in embarrassment.
"I was beginning to wonder when dad would show up." You tried hard not to laugh when you dragged her to the middle of the room, catching a glimpse of her dad's "holiday spirit".
Kids hopped on his lap one by one, telling him what they want for Christmas, and (probably thanks to their parents,) each one was giving the wanted present and a fake ninja-star. You had thought every child was given a present and taken a picture, so surely he was going to "retire" for the night, right?
"Ho ho ho, Santa thinks that one, special little girl has yet to take a picture." He looked straight at Cassie and winked. She immediately recoiled.
"No. No no no. I'm a grown adult, I don't want to take a picture with Santa Claus." Everyone chuckled around the two of you. And Sonya walked over to push her into the center of the room with her dad, camera firm in her hands. Cassie sent an embarrassed look your way as she was forced to sit on Santa's lap.
"And what would you like for Christmas Cassie Cage?" Cassie looked like she wanted to melt away form her spot. Only answering because she had to.
"I don't want anything Da- Santa." Her Dad let out another Jolly, fake laugh.
"Sure you do! Santa knows everything, you know!" He hands her a small box, and winks at her.
"You know what Santa wants for Christmas? Grandkids." The crowd laughed, and your face immediately flushed a dark red, Cassie almost looking the same way. She covered her face as she hopped off her Dad's lap and speedwalked back to you without even opening the box.
The rest of the party went by so fast, and before you knew it, the two of you were walking back to her car in the cold.
"This was a ton of fun cas," She laughed, you wondered if she knew that you were still holding hands.
"Yeah, I'm glad you came with me. Sorry if my parents were a little overbearing." You shrugged, letting her know that it was fine. The silence after was unbearable. You wondered for a moment if you should ask her out. The party was nice, really nice, but it was honestly just because you were 'pretending' to be her girlfriend. You think she might've thought so too. You opened your mouth to speak, but she beat you to it.
"Hey, so, what if we made this whole... 'fake girlfriend' thing, a 'real girlfriend' thing?" You blushed, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.
"I think I'd like that." Her face lit up with a smile, squeezing your hand back. She stuck her hand in her pocket, and looked surprised for a moment, stopping in her tracks to pull out the box from earlier.
"I forgot about this thing."
"Mabye you should open it?" She let go off your hand to gingerly untie the bow, taking the lid off the box and tucking it underneath it. Her face flushed.
"It's mistletoe." Your face flushed in return. So thats what he ment. Cas started to nervously mumble something, closing the lid on the box, but you held a hand over hers before she put it away.
She instantly kissed back when you leaned in to complete the tradition. The gentle moonlight kiss becoming the only Christmas miracle you needed.
You were definitely living in a hallmark movie.
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y’know the wildest thing still to happen to me on this hellsite was my first experience of sexting, sans nudes, that was done in front of at least 250-500 followers because of those horny anons i had in early 2013 when i was 17. instead of being exposed to it on my phone privately with a partner at that age, it was done publicly for the internet to see lmao. i remember begging the anons to stop and “come off anon” because i was “losing followers” at the time too bc i was so insecure about my follower count lmao. and then yeah when they came off anon they were both 28 years old.
to write the responses, i just consulted cosmo mag sex pages for ideas hoping that the anons would like the options i chose. in one i detailed doing anal- a sex act i hadn’t even done yet irl- let alone every other thing i suggested in them (head, idek long, drawn out foreplay, some stupid fancy sex moves that cosmo was all like “use these moves to spice up your sex life 🔥🔥”, sex in a bath, i’m pretty sure i had some lines about tying or handcuffing them to a bed (????) etc etc etc)….
when again, i had never even done any of those above sex acts in real life. i was a naive teen who was incredibly shy in regards towards her love life because she’d “never been kissed” and had never had the “hot emo boyfriend whose in a band and is covered in tattoos” she’d always wanted, let alone even a boyfriend that she had actually fucking liked (ie clear braces boy, for like a month in year 9/2010 vs the popular boys that made fun of her, that she always had unrequited crushes on)…. hell, my blog title when i first started on here in 2011 was “the perfect epitome of being forever alone” because of these very reasons. but here she was, writing explicit sex acts to strangers like she knew what the fuck she was doing, to an audience of 250-500 people- and then to fucking grown ass men in inboxes. i was just parroting the shit i’d read in cosmo (both sex advice and sometimes excerpts of erotica/“sexy, steamy reads” they had some months) and also heard repeatedly in the porn that my high school stalker/creeper at public school loved to show (harass) me with to flirt with me, whenever we were alone together at school in 2012/2013.
like you could tell how naive i was….. because i used ridiculous lines like “like a gentleman entranced, you lead me to the bath for our next foray” and dumbass prose-y things like that. because what the fuck does that even mean 😂😅????
and this is why i think minors should be careful with their online experiences. like yeah, you could say that i wasn’t a minor anymore- more of a “young adult”- who should of made the smart decision to not engage with these anons. but i was a kid. i thought it was fun. and when the dudes came off anon, i thought to myself “it’s not like i’m ever gonna meet them if i ever go to the US or puerto rico at any point. it’s not like that they’ll ever recognise me in person or ever reach out to me again in the future. i might as well do it.” and i did eventually end up ignoring the guys in my inbox, due to my mental health kinda plummeting from the middle til the end of 2013 because of my end of high school exams and stuff… and also the puerto rican guy’s infamously inappropriate “hot PE teacher fucks HOT female high school student in the girls change room showers” fantasy which fucking disgusted me, when he full well knew that i was STILL IN high school.
and obviously again, there’s the point about using the “block” button function. but as i’ve stated several times over my years on here, back in my early days of tumblr, i never wanted to block or unfollow people (even if they were trash like these two men), because it seemed so “mean” and “final”. obvs now i have no qualms about blocking people, and actively encourage younger people on here to use the block button with reckless abandon towards creepy people or people who can hurt them in some way. but to high school teenage me, the whole “using the block button” thing seemed to go against me being a “nice girl/person” so i never used it, no matter which social media platform i was on.
this is why i’m hella scared for young teen girls on tik tok wanting to have onlyfans accounts: because it’s where they’ll be exposed to ACTUAL CREEPS AND PREDATORS incredibly quickly; all because they can make money off selling images of just their feet or eventually their body….. depending on what these creepy strangers demand from them….. and they’ll feel like they’ll have to do it…. but to do it before you even start experimenting properly with relationships and sex is even worse. like. yeah. i’ve admitted before that i originally started this tumblr to possibly post nudes, to see if i’d get the positive feedback that i so desperately wanted/craved from the boys in my year at catholic school- eg. to be called “sexy”, “hot”, “fuckable” possibly “beautiful”- like some of the so called “popular girls” got on their hella basic bikini photos back then (like i remember one girl i knew ended up with like 500 likes and a fair amount of comments on one of her bikini pics and i was INCREDIBLY BITTER because not even a pic of me with a nice outfit on, my hair done and makeup on could EVER get those numbers, let alone even break over the double digits).
but i decided posting nudes or other explicit images on here was an absolute no go, because i realised that i never wanted people that i knew digging up barely clothed/naked pics of me and sending them to me all like “hey, is this you?” and then possibly mocking me, all because i would’ve been dumb enough to put my face in them probably at the time. now when i take nudes and send them, i never show my face. because i know now, that even in relationships, your partner can use nude pics as leverage for arguments or to abuse you in such a way that they’ll upload your pics without your knowledge to god knows where on the internet probably as a way to get back at you in a horrible breakup.
this is what i sincerely hope some young girls who ever contemplate starting onlyfans accounts take some time SERIOUSLY CONSIDER. please know that if you share shit on onlyfans, it can shared and re-shared (i think idek how OF works tbh) to god knows who- and eventually end up in the hands of people you know. i don’t fucking care if it’s a “good way to make money!” or if people think that im trying to stop teen girls from being “girl bosses” and the other dumb as fuck internet memes you want to throw at me. because this shit isn’t “haha internet meme funny” material. it’s some fucking serious stuff. and also, i’m not saying “don’t become a sex worker when you’re older” or whatever either. you’re free to make that choice when you’re in your 20s (no i even mean 17-19 year olds in this post as “young teen girls”- sorry you’re basically kids to me at almost 26). just please consider where the fuck your stuff can be shared to. who it can end up being shared with or to.
this is why i was so fucking adamant with my infamous old follower mr adelaide fuckboy/MAF that i personally would NOT consider becoming a camgirl for him or just generally… because i had no idea where the fuck my images or videos would end up. and do you know the places i’d never want them to fucking be??? in the hands of my high school stalker/creeper. in the hands of those two 28yo men from 2013 (who’d now be in there late 30s or early 40s). i absolutely don’t want them in the hands the mid-to-late 20s and early 30s men that that girl i met at public school in 2012 who was pissed that i didn’t believe that were “adults” because we were finally over the legal age of consent (16) in our state of australia, and so we were apparently fine to “fuck” literal grown ass men because “just fuck them and they’ll be nice to you!!” which i knew was fucking bullshit.
i absolutely don’t fucking want explicit videos/images of me ending up in “why the fuck won’t you let me give you “sex lessons” in the back of my car as a “favour” and as payment for teaching you how to drive you stupid, stuck up & frigid, virgin bitch!?” guy’s hands from 2014 (when i was 18/19 at the time and he was 25… he ended up being the first person of many i’d EVER block on social media lol). or i don't want them in the hands of those weird early 20s dudes (one of which was trying to set me up with his friend) who hit on me at 16/17 (2012) who were angry that i didn’t like and watch porn as much as they did…. and who promptly asked me at the end of their period of harassing of me: “do you know any sluts we could add?” because i kept refusing their suggestions etc.
hell, quite frankly i don’t even want them to go to mr adelaide fuckboy/MAF either, but the very few and far between nudes that i sent on snapchat to him back in 2016 are some nudes that i’d rather forget lmao. hell. i don’t even know if MAF ever deleted my nudes or shared them somewhere else or not, after he fucking wheedled them out of me with “i’ve followed you for 4 years, don’t be a shit! you owe me nudes!” so he’d just shut the fuck up about my social life decisions and leave me the fuck alone.
i don’t want ANY ONE of the guys i mentioned above to get their hands on photos of minors either…. because i definitely know my hs stalker/creeper would… because his fave “make her jealous” tactic that he’s always used on me is that “hey…. i’m dating a *insert teenage girl’s age here*! be fucking jealous that you don’t fucking have me and feel guilty that you won’t fuck me like this girl does!!!” just like he did in 2015, when i ran into him on the home from uni… when i turned 20 the next week and he turned 20 that december. at that time it was a 14yo girl he used as an example of him “dating”/“fucking” to make me jealous. instead, i was completely and utterly fucking disgusted. like any fucking sane and normal human being would/should be at that horrible age gap. that is literally a fucking child that he was fucking grooming. and we were literal adults. back the fuck away.
just please. PLEASE CONSIDER the types of people that trawl these kinds of sites and their intentions. please consider that you are young. very fucking young. you literally DO NOT need to upload nudes to the internet because it’s apparently a “lucrative” business. fuck the jokey “boss babe” rhetoric around it all the way to fucking hell.
because if you’re a minor: i do not want you to have your first experience of sexting or sending explicit images literally in front of god knows how many total strangers for the whole world to see (okay i know only fans is like subscriber/follower based or whatever. but i don’t care)…… even when you (depending how good you are with relationships etc) haven’t reached the common supposed milestones of your “first boyfriend/girlfriend/partner” or “first kiss” or have even “lost your virginity” (which isn’t real anyway- don’t buy this fucking bullshit)…. just like i stupidly did with my exposure to sexting here on my tumblr back in 2013. these people don’t/won’t give a flying fuck about your privacy or safety. they don’t/won’t give a fuck about your boundaries either.
please don’t possibly scar yourself for life, just because you’re being told that it’s a quick & convenient way to make some money for weirdos on the depths of the internet. you will regret it in future. just like i do now with mine. it should’ve been something personal between me and and a guy i trusted and liked at the time. not to some random 250-500 random strangers on this hellsite (okay the notes on these posts were literally single digits or non-existent, but still… and also some of my irl friends who had tumblr saw these posts as well) for a show….. and then privately with two 28yo literal grown ass men…. who should’ve been fucking hitting on women their own goddamned age and in their own countries and NOT a 17yo high school KID (at the time) from australia; who, now in her 20s, needs therapy to sort this shit out lmao. mind you they both reeled me in with the “you’re so mature for your age” bullshit line…. which i fell for a little bit, even if it did make me feel kinda gross at the time, too. don’t fall for that bullshit either.
#life#about me#shut up ilona#relationships i guess#internet stuff#this went in a bigger direction that i thought it would lmao#but anyway
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Ok but the family going to the beach and one of the babies (either one of the 3) are still breastfeeding and so mama feeds them bc obviously they’d get hungry/tired and cal is just so amazed by it and he thinks she looks so good doing it. And if you wanna spice it up maybe some random person comes up to mama and tells her not to do it in public and mama goes OFF ON HER
Story time: I used to work in a customer service position (now I work kind of behind the scenes) and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched women hide in the bathroom to feed their babies. Listen, if your baby needs to eat, feed them. I will fight anyone who says otherwise. 😤😤😤
The weather was absolutely beautiful, at least for it being in the middle of the summer. The sun was out and with the sprinkling of clouds in the sky, it wasn’t too hot. Logan and Aiden were running around the house, chasing each other. Bailey was asleep in her bouncer that was still on the automatic setting. Calum was sitting on the couch with his headphones on and a notebook in his hands. You placed your chin in your hands and popped a grape in your mouth thinking that it was way too nice out to be stuck inside.
An idea sprung into your head and you pushed yourself away from the table and walked over to Calum. You tapped his shoulder and sat next to him. He took his headphones off his ears and let it hang around his neck. “We should go to the beach.” You said before he got a chance to say anything.
He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, “Maybe we should, we haven’t gone to the beach in a long while. If you want to wrangle the kids, I’ll pack a bag.” Calum never turned down a beach day, he loved sitting out in the sun and then dipping into the cold ocean water. You just loved it because of how much your family enjoyed it.
It took very little to convince the kids to go to the beach. Almost immediately, they ran to their room and changed into their swim suits. While Calum packed the bag you pulled Bailey out of her bouncer and into the nursery to change her into her little swim suit too. She giggled as you made faces at her and tickled her little tummy to keep her happy while changing her. Once you were done changing Bailey, you hoisted her onto your hip and helped Calum get everything loaded into the car.
The beach was crowded, but not so crowded that you couldn’t find a place to sit and relax. For a while, Logan sat with Bailey and played in the sand. Aiden went into the water with Calum, and you laid back onto your elbows and enjoyed how the sun felt on your skin. Calum and Aiden made their way back to the spot and as Calum sat down, he kissed your forehead. “I’m so glad you suggested going to the beach, this is much better than sitting at home.”
You smiled at him and nodded. Within a split second, Bailey started to get fussy and started to cry. Logan took that as a time to go to the water, and asked Aiden to go with him. As if on cue to Bailey’s cries, your breasts started to hurt, and you knew it was time to feed her. You pushed yourself off your elbows into a sitting position and grabbed Bailey before she started screaming. “I need to feed her, did you bring my cover?” Calum nodded and reached for the bag and started rifling through it as you started to unclip the strap of your swim suit. Calum handed you the cover and you slipped it over your head and adjusted yourself and Bailey until she finally latched on.
Calum had always been blown away by how amazing you were at feeding the kids. Even when Aiden was a baby, he would stare and tell you how beautiful you were when you fed him. It didn’t change with Logan, and it didn’t change with Bailey either. You looked away from Bailey and over to Calum who was looking at you with admiring eyes. You smiled at him and leaned towards him to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You always look so amazing to me when you feed the babies.” He whispered only centimeters away from your lips. He kissed you again, and placed his finger tips on your jaw line.
You parted lips just in time for a woman around the same age as you to walk by and give you a disgusted look. Your eyebrows pulled together as you shot a dirty look back at her. Seeing your dirty look, she stopped in her place and scoffed, “Maybe you could’ve walked to the bathrooms and done that in private.” She used her finger to draw an imaginary circle around you, referring to you feeding your child.
The anger surged through your body, and your blood started to boil. You tried to keep your anger at bay, so you chuckled and looked over at Calum whose face was also twisting with anger. “I’m sorry this bothers you so much, but my baby was hungry and I needed to feed her, just like how when you’re hungry, you eat too.” You shrugged and looked down at Bailey whose eyes were closed and she was gently suckling to get her fill.
The woman scoffed again, “Yeah, but this is a public beach, there are people here who don’t need or want to see that. If you need to breast feed, you should do it in private.” She placed a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.
You raised both of your eyebrows and looked down at yourself, which was one hundred percent covered by the breast feeding cover that was on top of you. “I’m sorry, but technically I am in private. I am one hundred percent covered, and I am sitting in my own space with my own family. It’s you who is invading my privacy by coming over here and starting a fight about doing something that is completely natural.” The anger started to boil over and Calum looked at you, silently asking you to not cause a scene, but you will always cause a scene when it comes down to your babies. “You know what, I’ll give you something to be mad about.” In one swift motion you took the cover off and tossed it to the side. Bailey was still latched on, but she was nearly asleep. “There you go, the whole boob is out, go call the cops because god forbid a woman feed her child!”
The woman’s cheeks flushed bright red as she stumbled away from you, embarrassed and angry that she had to witness something completely and utterly natural, such as feeding a baby when they’re hungry. Your heart was beating so fast that you felt like your head was going to explode. Once the woman was out of sight, you grabbed the cover again and put it over your head, allowing Bailey the time to unlatch. Once you adjusted yourself and clipped the strap of your swim suit you hoisted Bailey over your shoulder and started patting her back. Within a few seconds of starting to burp her, an older woman came over. She started speaking before you started chewing her out, too, “Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt your family time, but I just wanted to let you know that you have every right to feed your baby right where you are. Babies need to eat, which mama’s need to feed them. Good job telling that lady how it is.” She nodded and waved her hand before continuing on.
Calum cleared his throat and you turned your head to look at him. “You are an amazing woman, I love it when you stick up for yourself and our babies.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. “I’m so lucky to have you.” He kissed you again and your smiled against his lips. You were never going to let anyone tell you or your kids what you should and shouldn’t do.
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