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moeyes · 7 months

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"hey, emo boy!" ♡ | kamo choso

pairing: kamo choso x fem. reader

warnings: 3.8k words, pwp, mostly just smut, virgin! choso, sexual tension, teasing, established relationship, choso has a tongue piercing, whiny choso, eating out (ft. pussydrunk choso), petnames (baby, pretty girl, princess), overstimulation (on both ends), creampie

synopsis: turning on your virgin boyfriend is a fun pastime, and it gets even better when he finally decides to do something about it.

CHOSO WAS GETTING FED UP WITH YOUR TEASING. He couldn't stand the way that you were forcing yourself into his nighttime fantasies with the way you were acting. From the shimmying of your ass on his sensitive cock, feeling precum leak and stain his boxers with every grind down on him. It was intentional too— he could tell by the way your gaze would flicker back onto his face, intently watching him try his hardest to suppress the groans that nearly slipped past his lips.

Other times, you would feign innocence, batting your eyes coquettishly up to him as your fickle hands would glide across his firm abdomen down to his crotch, lightly grazing the apparent bulge with your fingertips. It was getting harder not to thrust his aching cock up into your palm, needing more than the feathered touches that you provided him with.

This all started when he informed you that he was still a virgin, and you being the devious girlfriend you were, acted mercilessly with the vigor, the lust imbedded in even the lightest of grazes upon his body. There was no mistaking it with the way your eyes practically ate him up, fixed on his being and never wavering until it was all too suffocating. Choso couldn't deny how hot it was to see you act in such a manner, revving up his jerk-off sessions whenever you were away.

He knew that he was bigger than others— he knew that you knew it too, with the way the imprint of his cock would protrude through layers of clothing. It made it no easier to conceal whenever he had a raging hard-on. Most of the time, Choso ended up excusing himself from whatever cruel interaction he was having to endure until he was pushed to the breaking point.

Tonight was no different in the manner, but Choso found himself getting real tired of your shenanigans, of all that damn bark-no-bite action you were doing. Flashing him as you passed by with that mini skirt showing your ass, the black thong doing nothing to cover up the supple flesh. Your tube top was no better, his eyes were practically entranced with the perkiness of your nipples that peaked through the thin material.

What Choso wouldn't give to take those buds into his mouth, large hands kneading at your rear as he makes a mess out of you? He felt his cock twitch at the idea, and part of him was tempted to do just that, but he could hear your pretty self making your way over into the bedroom. "Choso, are you almost ready?" Snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your saccharine tone ringing against his ear, his gaze turned away from the mirror to face you.

You couldn't help but grin coyly at his whole look. A monochromatic look consisting of mainly black dressing his body, from the bottom up. A black sleeveless top was snuggly fitted onto his body paired with a loose pair of grey ripped jeans that showed off bits and pieces of his legs. A part of you wished that they were already on the floor, with his knee grounded against your pussy, but you weren't going to act on it— at least, not yet.

His casual make-up look was apparent, a thin tracing of black eyeliner on his waterline with a dabble of purple eyeshadow to enhance his plum-colored irises that glazed over your body with a look of want evident in his eyes. The usual spiked choker to tie the whole look together, of being the big, "scary" boyfriend was neatly placed atop the dresser, ready for whenever he was ready to put it on. Choso motioned for you to come over with his hand, displaying his black nail polish to you, on the verge of chipping completely off, but he wasn't one to mind.

With a little shake of your hips as you walked up to him, the accessories on his veiny hands had your throat bobbing at the sight. Rings embellished his long fingers, feeling the cold sliver yourself when he grasped at your chin, pulling your face down to meet him in a hungry kiss. It always felt like he was devouring you whenever you kissed, tasting whatever flavor was left on your tongue. In response, your knees would buckle in, lavishing in the fervor of his actions as your head buzzed in delight. His other, much sneakier hand, trekked up the side of your bare thigh, squeezing tightly before moving to grope at your bare ass cheek.

"Choso..." A breath of his name escaped past your lips before his mouth was all over you again. Hands went into his soft black locks of hair, tugging his face closer into you, the kiss becoming much more aggressive with each glide against one another's lips. Lip-locked, Choso's hand went over the curve of your ass, toying with the string of fabric wedged between your puffy pussy lips.

"You've been teasing me for far too long, pretty girl. Makin' me nearly cream my pants on too many occasions..." Murmuring between kisses, his words have your face flushed, his quiet demeanor shifting ever so slightly into a dominant presence. Moving his lips away from yours, he began to lather open-mouth kisses across the curve of your neck, the hand once holding your chin now pulling at your waist to sit on his lap.

There was no hesitation in following the smooth gliding of his hand, your legs pushing against his own. "You never seemed to mind," softly gasping out at his wet tongue swirling around your nipples through the cotton material. The feverish roll of the silver ball on his tongue traced around each of them, before sucking down harshly. Both of Choso's hands were playing with your bottom, entranced with the way with jiggled in his hands.

"Don't act coy. I know you could feel me rubbing against the curve of your ass whenever you were moving in my lap— just like now," He was right, and your silence spoke volumes, egging him on to continue berating you. "You're so cruel, baby. All you had to do was ask if you wanted me, but you had to be difficult."

"M'sorry, Choso..." Whining out of your glossy lips, coated with his spit, your pussy dragged against his clothed cock with the drag of your hips. Choso tsked at your humping, but he couldn't diminish the grunt to slip past his lips, cheeks tinted with pink as he watched you get yourself off. Seeing how desperate you were had Choso no longer holding back from what he wanted.

He was tired of not indulging himself, despite his nerves in losing his virginity. Seeing you crave him like this, watching the leg of his pants becoming soaked as you held onto his shoulders desperate to come flicked a switch for him to act, to take the initiative. “No need to apologize, baby. I’mma take good care of you now…” The "mean guy" act was quick to fade with his soothing words, swiftly hoisting you off into his lap as he gently placed you onto the plush bedding.

Hovering above you, Choso was quick to pursue, hands seeking out the warmth from your body, taking you in by the hips as he peppered kisses against your bare torso. "I want you so bad. Been dreaming of how good you'd taste on my tongue, how good your pussy would feel squeezing 'round me." He confessed, eyes bearing into yours as he spoke, pulling down your mini skirt, giving him access to your lower half. Inner thighs coated with slick as the panties were wedged between your folds, brushing against your clit, had Choso eagerly licking at his lips.

"You're so wet, princess," sticking out his tongue, he was eager to lap up the juices to messily coat your thighs. The taste alone urging to dive face-first into your sopping pussy, drinking up anything you were willing to give. "Mhm... More please, Choso...!" You begged your voice sounding much sweeter when you called out to him with such a needy tone. Choso's cock twitched within his confines, growling slightly before dipping into the slick walls, tongue lapping at the juices that continued to secrete. He couldn't get enough of it, the taste was so much better from the source as he ate you out like a starved man, relishing every ounce of what he was missing out on.

Back arched with your lower body sloppily thrusting down onto his face, you looked down at your man through teary eyes. You knew Choso had a good tongue on him, but you didn't know that he was this good— especially when the silver ball on his tongue, cool to the touch, would continuously flick against your clit, ripping moan after moan from your vocal cords. "Ngh— mmph, Choso, it feels s'good," wailing out, you watched Choso's half-lidded eyes momentarily look over your face, the flush evident on your cheeks as your chest heaved.

Thighs still tight around his head, it was the only cue he needed to know that it wasn't enough. Choso wanted you to come all over his tongue, and he needed a little more than this muscle to do it. "You want my fingers too, pretty girl?" An eager nod from you was more than enough to satisfy him, placing a quick kiss on your thigh, before dipping his face back in between your cunt. Hiking you up by the underside of your legs, hooking them over his shoulders, Choso wriggled one of his hands between, the cold metal grazing against your heated flesh.

Focusing his mouth over your clit, while he gently prodded two of his garnished fingers into your slick folds, the wiggle in your hips and the high-pitch moan to escape your lips at the thrust pushed him to continue fingerfucking you at a quick pace. The different engravings from the rings scraping against your walls had you deliciously clamping down on his fingers, the mix of sensations feeling amazing. His jeans were becoming too tight from the sight before him, from the juices of his pretty girlfriend all over his face. Choso couldn't get enough of you, bringing you to an orgasm that came crashing over you with a jolt of your body and the drawn-out echo of his name throughout the room.

"F-Fuck baby wanna have you come one more time for me." But the thing was— it wasn't just one more time. With a strong arm hooked around your waist, he pulled your lower half and smushed it against his face, ringing out orgasm after orgasm from your already-soaked pussy. Pussy-drunk, was what your boyfriend was, captivated on seeing how much cum you can spray out, all for his big appetite.

Choso’s grunts and groans were suppressed with your cunt smothering his face, not bothering to come up to breathe unless crucial. Legs trembled in his grasp, weakly trying to push his head away from your overstimulated pussy, gushing out one last coating out of your well-prepped hole, hearing an audible squelch as his long fingers eventually retreated.

"Choso, I wanna feel your big cock in me— I want you so, so bad." His cheeks burnt up from the sultriness, the filth in your words as you called out to him, needing him so much. "Don't worry, baby. Gonna do just that..." Pulling his face away from your cunt, his lips found yours in a frantic kiss, tugging the tube top down to your stomach as his lubricated hands toyed with your perky nipples, pinching and twisting the buds, covering them with your cum. Mouth parted due to his actions allowing for his tongue to slip in, tasting yourself upon him as your hands brought his slick-coated face closer to yours. Everything was so dirty about the whole exchange, but you couldn't get enough of it, enough of him.

Choso's finger and tongue fucking you, watching you intently for each reaction as a permanent etch in that damn good memory of his had you clamping down on nothing. He had you doubting him being a virgin with how exceptional he was with working with your pussy, a mere glance being enough for Choso to know what makes your body tick— you give him an inch and he runs miles. Hands maneuvering down to the hem of his pants, you jerked at them, cueing Choso to follow along with getting him into an equally undressed state.

Engrossed with Choso's stripping, you gaped at him throughout the process, practically salivating at the damp spot on his black boxers. He had to have come in his pants for the darkened area on the fabric to be so large, and the thought alone was having you all sorts of hot and bothered again. Choso proceeds to shrug his underwear off, eyes adverted away from you, his hard-on springing to life once released from its tight restraints. His flustered state, fumbling about until settling on his toned thighs, almost as his he were unsure of what to do next.

Seeing his brows furrowed, paired with a weary glance, your hand instinctively reached out to him, cupping his cheek ever so softly. Thumb lightly brushing against his smooth skin, before using your pointer finger to trace the curve of his facial tattoo, you peppered tender kisses throughout his face. From the edge of his brow to the dip in his cheeks, you ensured no space was left untouched, resulting in the crease in his brows softening, the nervousness swirling about in his gaze to fade away. “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to,” reassuring Choso, you continued to graze your lips down his jawline to the base of his neck, brushing your nose against the side.

You could practically feel his pulse racing from up here, practically pumping through his veins as he enveloped you into a tight embrace, squeezing your nearly naked body against his own. The tremble in his voice when letting out an exhale, feeling his swollen cock, red tip oozing out precum as it slid against the dip of your folds. "No, no— I wanna do this. I want you too." Biting down on his bottom lip, the roll of his hips as he dipped in further, the tip of his cock hitting against your hypersensitive clit forced a sharp intake of air as you watched, hypnotized by the slow strokes.

Then, all at once, he stuffed himself full within you. The stretch was so much it was nearing painful with how snuggly he nestled himself inside you, so deep and tight. Tears brimmed your eyes at the sudden fullness, the dull pain thrumming in your gut as the wet squelching having you look away in embarrassment.

"F-Fuck Choso, uugh, s'big... God, you're stretchin' me out," hands clawing on his back, jaw unhinged as tears rise to the surface, one thrust alone took your breath away. Choso was no better, whining at how tight your cunt was squeezing down on him. Gummy walls had him holding onto your hips for dear life, trying not to let the fuzziness that filled his head get the better of him, nearly coming on the spot.

Wiggling your hips to get better adjusted, ass brushing against his balls had his nails digging into the dips of your waist, halting your movements as he looked down at you, eyelashes speckled with small teardrops from the pleasure. "Shit— c-can't have you movin' right now, baby. Gimme a sec..." Panting out, he slowly dragged his cock out from the vice grip that your pussy had him in, watching how you coated him from top to bottom, a sheer coating now adorning his dick and balls. Lifting you on his lap, Choso carefully aligned your puckered hole back to his shaft, sinking you back down onto him with a strained groan.

Nestling his face into your shoulder, the warmth on his face blossoming as Choso tries to regain his composure, his bodily movements refuse to be still, jerking up into your slobbering pussy, his thrusts sporadic and eager. Once to motion started, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, addicted to watching the way you sucked him up so greedily. "Aghh— C-Choso, mmph, jus' like that..." Hips bouncing in sync with the rhythm he set, you squeezed his lower torso with your legs, sinking further down onto him as he plummeted himself into you.

"Nngh, you're so damn tight, princess—!" With each thrust, the pleasure seemed endless, the curve of his cock hitting deeper inside of you, toes curling at each graze of his girthy cock slipping in and out of your folds. Chortled gasps slipped past your bruised lips, smeared gloss staining your cheek as you continued to mark up Choso's chest with open-mouth kisses. He seemed completely out of it, his pale skin flushed entirely as he moaned your name out on repeat, as if it was the only thing that he was able to think about.

You, and your wet cunt milking him dry.

His eyeliner and eyeshadow were smudged long ago, his usual hairstyle of two messy, but symmetrical buns was torn down long ago, and his black hair cascaded down his neck as the occasional strands were glued to his skin by the sweat to coat his body. Dark eyes fixated on the jiggle of your breasts every time he stroked his cock back deeply into you.

Barely lucid with how good fucking you felt, meeting your hipbones perfectly with each slam of his hips. Removing one of his hands from your waist, he slipped his fingers back down to your clit, pleased with the way your mewls only increased in volume from the returning stimulation.

You could feel yourself approaching the apex all over again, fluttering your pussy all over again, drooling at the thought of spasming all over his cock. Entangling your hands throughout his dampened hair, you tugged his head up to look at you, the action having his hips stutter momentarily. Diverting his attention to your lewd facial expressions, the desperate yanking of his tresses to kiss him as if your life depended on it. Tongues tangled as your fingers dug to keep his lips on yours, the shared breaths and vibrations from the whines Choso couldn't help but emit filled your ears.

"Choso baby, 'm close, so close!" Babbling out, words slurred as your hazy gaze met his, Choso could feel your slick walls clamp down tighter than they ever had over his cock. His tip perfectly brushing against your sweet spot was the final trigger, having your eyes squeezed shut as you physically began to shake from this orgasm, feeling all sorts of light-headed as your body laid limp against his. This alone pushed Choso teetering over the edge, his jawline clenched tight as his thrusts became much more random, less precise as he was chasing his release.

He was fucking into your slouched-over body like a fleshlight, his grip on you so tight that there was no doubt bruises would surface afterward. Murmuring rushed out apologies, he was so lost in the the overwhelming sensations that he was becoming rougher— not that you minded in the slightest.

Through blurry vision, you watched your boyfriend, one who is typically so stoic and composed, becoming a fucked-out mess. "Mnfph— shit, m' gonna come! W-Where do you— oh fuck, want it?" His voice raspier as he asked through hoarse groans, thrusts becoming shallower as Choso looked over at you.

"Inside, baby— fill me up, Choso," the urgent whimper that you responded with, letting go of your hold around his body to rest your back against the comforters as you peered up at him with a desperateness in your eyes. The thought of pumping you full of his cum, the mental image of seeing your pussy leaking with his thick load seeping out of you ignited a new vigor in Choso's maneuvers. Grasping at the underside of your thighs, nearing the curve of your ass, he rutted into you intensely, his pace both fast and deep.

"Gimme one more orgasm, pretty girl— feels s'good when you come 'round me," begging out to you between shallow breaths, his scorching gaze trailed all over your body, his pent-up release building drastically. His desire to come with you in unison has Choso rubbing harshly on your swollen clit, fixated on making sure that it was enough to have you twitching around him the moment he fills you up, as per your request. Despite how exasperated he had you, the sweaty pool that you left against the sheets as you could feel the excess of your previous orgasms trickling down your ass, you couldn't refuse to give him one more, not when he asked you like that.

"P-Princess, oh shit I-I feel it...!" With the jitter in his movements, it was clear that Choso couldn't hold out any longer; fortunately, his holding out wasn't in vain. From the consistent rubbing and pinching on your clit, had another climax reeling out of you with relative ease, tears flowing down your cheeks from the high that he had you on with his cock. "Come, Choso, been s'good for me, makin' me come time n' time again..." Praising his dutiful work, you couldn't say much besides that as the orgasm was forcefully ripped from your body, back arching as your pussy covered him top to bottom, coating him with your juices.

That was all that was needed for Choso to lurch his head down to your chest, his head resting against your chest as he came— hard, into you. Thick spurts of cum coat your inner walls, feeling warm on both the inside and out as his hold on your flesh loosens immensely, the rocking of his hips coming to a slow, deliberate stop as he tries to regain his breath.

Hands encircling around his back, you tell him sweet nothings, praising him for his efforts. Craning his head to face you properly, you giggled, wiping at some of the make-up that went far off to his temple. "You had a little something there," you teased him playfully. Choso huffed but was quick to return the favor, his thumb brushing against the underside of your eyes.

Despite the seemingly innocent gesture, he languidly slipped his cock out from the confines of your cunt, the trickle of cum attempting to seep out being stopped by two of his fingers. "Sorry baby, gave you quite a bit and don't want it coming out just yet." If anything was telling about the look swirling around his eyes, a resurging desire that could only be quelched by one thing. His darkened gaze had you gulping at the sight alone, avoidant of making eye contact. What you couldn't ignore was the pulsing of his cock, becoming hard as it brushed against the inside of your thigh.

Oh shit, here you go again.

i yearn for this man desperately, absorbing every ounce of content out for him and had to give something out in return—

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celesteleoves · 10 months

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“DIMPLES ARE SO CUTE!”

ೃ࿐ EREN YEAGER X FEM!READER

summary: eren only shows his dimples around you.

warnings: eren has dimples, fluff, mentions of spicey things (girls teasing girls ykyk), erens very stoic around people he’s not close with.

“can you imagine jean having dimples, mikasa? i mean that would boost his ego too much.” annie laughed as you all sat around armins house.

your friend group had decided to have one big hangout! currently, the girls were sitting in the basement catching up on gossip while the boys went out to get stuff for a barbecue later.

“he still looks insanely good annie, can YOU imagine your boyfriend having dimples?” mikasa retorted back as the rest of us girls laughed.

“at least he’s good in bed-”

“hey, y/n, you like guys with dimples right?” sasha questioned as she downed a can of root beer.

“who doesn’t? dimples are so cute!” you said as the girls agreed.

“historia loves me and my freckles, dimples ain’t got nothing on us.” ymir pulled historia to her chest who only giggled and nodded.

you smiled at the two, they were so cute it drove you nuts. but at the moment, you remembered something about your crush and a feature you noticed about him.

“wait, eren has dimples guys!” you said with a smile on your face like you’d just solve the biggest mystery on earth.

the girls narrowed their eyes at you and then turned their attention to mikasa, who was a bit confused as well.

“don’t look at me, i can’t remember ever noticing eren having dimples. you sure y/n?”

“i swear, just wait till he gets back and look closely! you can see them.”

“she’s so in love she’s imaging eren with her favourite features a guy can have.” historia mocked and you rolled your eyes.

“i swear by it.”

mikasa laughed at your words as the girls listened closely to this newfound information.

“sure you do, i’ve known eren my whole life and i dont ever really see any prominent dimples on his face.”

“mika, let’s also remember she’s heavily obsessed with him. of course she noticed these things.” sasha joined in on the teasing as you groaned.

“fine, maybe you guys are right about the dim-”

“right about what?” jean asked as he, armin, and connie walked into the room with drinks and snacks.

“it’s girl talk, jean.” armin said while putting stuff down on a near coffee table before taking a seat on the couch annie sat at.

“well let me in on it!” jean pestered mikasa as he also joined her on the couch also.

“sasha! of course you ate my favourite chips bro.” connie whined as he noticed the chip bag he brought was in her hands and was now devoured by Sasha’s uncontrollable need for food.

“shut up connie!”

“anyways, we were talking about how y/n says she believes eren has dimples.” historia brought the conversation back and now everyone was listening intently.

“that mean bastard? doubt he could have something as attractive as dimples on his cold, ugly face.” jean said as he emphasized the last few words in a mocking way while mikasa slapped his arm.

armin paused and thought about it before speaking. “actually, he might. i think i almost saw his dimples once but he turned away from me, so i couldn’t see them.”

“see!” you smiled in victory and stood up to grab a coke can but before you could, a hand swooped and grab it right out of your reach. the person raised it above their head.

“don’t mind me, i’m really in the mood for some coke.” the person you guys had been talking about for a while finally arrived, eren.

and god damn, he looked too good even though you saw him thirty minutes ago. somehow, he manages to just get more attractive in your eyes day by day.

“eren, i was gonna have that actually so hand it over.” you smiled and reached to grab it, the visible height difference between you two causing troubles.

your friends went silent as they watched you bicker with each other. they had all been rooting for you two to get together, for a while now. you had easily fallen for him, what you didn’t know as of right know is that he fell harder.

although, one thing that made the whole groups jaws drop was the prominent dimples that appeared through eren’s smile as he looked down at you, his green eyes seeming brighter as he teased you and laughed.

“no fucking way.” annie whispered and nudged armin who only stared at the two with a smile on his face.

“shit man, turns out he does have something as cool as dimples on his face.” jean sighed and leaned into mikasa’s shoulder who only let out a chuckle at that.

truth is, mikasa knew eren had dimples. but, she only saw them when eren was around you or when he talked about you with a smile on his face.

a/n: heyyy, so i’m back with the aot oneshots too! im in a aot brainrot bc of the trailer and how sad i am that aot is going to be ending soon :( anyways, hope you enjoyed!

please message me if u have any concerns, suggestions, or a specific aot or mha work in mind that you would like me to write!

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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➪the one where jack's career takes off and you're left alone.

Part 2

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, gaslighting, hehe

Word Count: 3.1k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

You were proud. Beyond proud, even.

Jack’s career was taking off fast, you barely had a second to let it all sink in. You could only imagine how he was feeling.

The TV was on in the basement of his house, his mom’s cooking making its way down the stairs and emitting a growl from your stomach. Jack, who was sitting next to you, smirked as he took his eyes off his phone. You refused to make eye contact as your face heated up in a blush. “Stop staring at me,” you mumble as you continue to scroll through your Instagram feed.

Jack laughed as he pocketed his phone. “I told you to eat something before I picked you up,” he shook his head as your thumb continued scrolling, though you were no longer paying any attention to what the posts were displaying. “It’s not my fault you never listen to me.”

“I listen to you all the time,” you say back, deciding to just turn off your phone as you had become distracted by him. “You’re the one who wouldn’t let me go to the store to grab some of those chips I like.”

He laughed again and scoffed slightly. “You have, like, three bags of them at your place,” he pointed out and you turned to face him.

“But I don’t have any here,” you reply and watch as he shakes his head.

Just then, the door to the basement opens and his mom calls down that dinner was ready, unknowingly making your shoulders drop in relief. Jack, who turned to call back to his mother, gave you a smile and shrug when he faced you again. “There, problem solved,” he said as he stood up and held his hand out to you.

As soon as you took it, the TV switched programs and began playing the teaser trailer for Avatar: The Way of Water. You were only half way up when you sat back down again and tugged on his hand. “Ooh, look,”

Jack looked at the screen and felt his heart skip a beat at what was currently playing. “Seriously?” He asked no one in particular, his face heating up in embarrassment. He looked back down at you and his expression softened when he saw your look of excitement. “We’re not watching the whole thing, right? I’m probably not even in this one.”

As soon as he said that, the scene changed to show his character, Spider, in all his glory. You squealed in excitement as you tightened your hold on his hand and pulled yourself up. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug as you turned away from the screen. “I’m so proud of you,” you say and pepper his face with kisses. “Look, you’re on TV!”

Jack laughed as he wrapped his arms around your middle, the feeling of contentment washing away any ounce of embarrassment he felt at the fact that damn near every channel on TV had begun showing the trailer for the film.

If only you had known that this would be one of your last good memories you share with him, maybe then you would have savored the moment a little bit longer.

Jack <3: I miss you so much. Today has gone by so slowly.

You smiled down at the text, hiding your phone behind the table as you didn’t want to risk getting kicked out of class. This final year of high school was brutal, and in more ways than one.

Jack was away filming Scream VI, so the person who provided you with the most comfort was thousands of miles away. You were close to failing one of your classes, one required to get your diploma, and you recently had a fallout with your close friend.

So, yeah, things could definitely be going better.

Tell me about it. Chemistry is NOT fun. I miss you, too, btw.

You hit send just as your teacher looked up from his desk. Hiding your phone, you give him a tight lipped smile and a thumbs up, something he squints his eyes at before he is back to grading papers.

Your phone vibrates against your leg and you grab your book, opening it to make it look like you were reading from it, when in reality you were unlocking your phone.

Jack <3: I still don’t know why you chose that over drama. Acting is fun and easy.

You playfully roll your eyes and glance at the teacher before typing out a response.

Says the actor.

Jack <3: Fair enough.

You hold back a sigh as you put your phone in your bag. You couldn’t wait for him to come home. Granted, he just left and would be in Montreal for a couple more months. This was probably the first time you’ve ever wished for a summer to fly by. After spending almost every day with Jack, it was hard to go even a week without him. The thought of spending damn near a whole summer without him had your heart aching.

Two weeks in and you missed him more than words could describe. Stupid high school. Stupid long distance relationships.

Even though he texted you every day, or called you on the odd day, it still didn’t soothe your aching heart. You were so young, but that didn’t stop the love between you from growing stronger by the minute. A year and a half is a long time for young love.

Every time you looked at your phone you were met with his picture as your lock screen. It sent a jolt of pain directly to your heart whenever you looked at his smiling face and you silently cursed yourself for being so in love with him.

High school ended, as did the summer, and you couldn’t be more content. You couldn’t be happier.

September was nearly here, meaning the summer without Jack was over.

That’s who you were with now.

The TV was once again on, and like last time, neither of you were paying attention to it. Both your phones were turned off and placed on the coffee table a few feet away.

Your body was trapped between the backrest of the couch and Jack’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his chin resting on the top of your head. It had been like this for days, with the both of you wrapped up in each other’s arms without any words being said.

It was like no time at all had passed since you last saw each other, let alone a whole summer. Everything fell back into place and the two of you were reunited once again. You weren’t sure when he’d be called away for his job again, so you were spending every possible second you had with him. You hadn’t seen your own room in days as you’d been staying with him since he came back home, something you both had no problem with.

If there was one thing Jack hated about his job, and he wouldn’t even go as far as saying he hated it, really, it was the months he’d spend away from you. He hadn’t met you yet when he was filming Avatar, so he only had to worry about missing his family and friends. Then he fell in love with you.

The ache he felt in his heart during the entirety of filming Scream VI was only completely dulled when he returned home and found comfort in your arms. The months that passed were only being fueled by his want to return to you, the one person he felt his happiest with.

Despite knowing you for only two years, you play a big part in who he is and who he wants to be in his future. You are his future. He was young, damn near too young to be planning things with you this early in his life, but he couldn’t see it happening any other way.

He couldn’t see himself loving anyone else.

That’s how the rest of the summer went. Actually, that’s how the rest of the year went.

December came fast and that’s when everything changed.

Avatar: The Way of Water was officially released. Spider was officially introduced to the world, and Jack had never felt more excited. It had been years since he filmed his scenes for this movie, and to see it all come together was emotional.

You were his date to the premiere, something he had asked you months beforehand so you would be prepared, and to see Jack on the big screen had you crying half an hour in. The person you saw in front of you was one you didn’t know. You were complete strangers at the time of him filming this, and it was a big contrast to the version of him sitting next to you now, his hand holding yours tightly.

It was that night when the inevitable happened.

The movie was a massive hit, and though Spider was a character not many people liked, Jack was definitely a natural newcomer that had stolen the hearts of many fans.

His Instagram followers grew with each passing day and you were grateful that the posts he had with you on his account were swarmed with kind comments. You knew that his career would take off fast once his movies hit the theaters, so you were prepared when your own comments began filling with fans of his. Mostly on the posts that involved him, mainly the birthday one you had uploaded a few weeks ago.

Jack was called away for press tours and interviews and promo after promo.

It was a miracle when he found the time to just sit and facetime you.

The smile you were met with when you answered the call was enough to make you forget about the feeling of loneliness that had slowly started creeping into your body.

At the end of the day, he was still yours.

“Hi,” you say and place your phone on your desk, standing it up so you could go back to applying your makeup.

“Hi, baby,” he said back and you don’t bother hiding the smile that took over your face at the pet name. “What are you doing?”

You drop the brush you were using back into the container and meet his eyes. “I’m just getting ready to go out,”

Jack nodded before a teasing grin took over his face. “Got a hot date tonight?”

You rolled your eyes. “Depends, are you coming home tonight?”

Your question made his heart skip a beat. Home. God, he missed you. He was sick of staying at these hotels with the rest of the cast. All he wanted was to come home to you. He feared he was beginning to lose touch with how his life was before all of this, and the thought of getting caught up in everything had his heart racing.

“I wish I was,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” you trail off. “Me too.”

A silence took over and you finished applying eyeshadow before you looked back down at your phone.

“I’m just going out with some friends from high school,” you answered his previous question after realizing you never actually told him what your plans were.

Jack nodded again before he gave you a boyish grin. He watched as you coated your lips in a shiny gloss before he sighed, “You are so pretty,”

Your face heats up and you refuse to meet his eyes as you begin cleaning up the surface of your desk. When you finally look at him, you find him already looking at you, his eyes full of love and longing. “I miss you,” you say as you grab your phone again. You stay seated as you hold the device closer to you, your eyes never leaving your boyfriend’s.

“I miss you, too,” he says back. “You have no idea how much I wish I could’ve taken you with me.”

You look away and chew on your freshly glossed bottom lip. “Can you promise me something?”

You hear the sound of shuffling and glance down to see that Jack had sat up to give you his full attention. “Of course,” he sounded unsure and you were beginning to question if you even had a right to be asking him this.

“Maybe it’s not my place to ask this, but,” you trail off, unknowingly making Jack’s heart fill with a sense of dread. You continued before he could call you out on it, though. “Just, don’t forget about me, okay? Please.”

You felt pathetic for asking him that, but it was the only way to let him in and allow him to see what the change was doing to you without actually telling him. You were terrified of losing him and it felt as though it was gonna happen sooner or later.

“Y/n,” he said sternly, making you meet his eyes through the screen. “Nothing could ever make me forget you. I love you and I miss you more than you know. I mean, I’m in the middle of doing press tours for the movie I was in and all I can think of is coming back home to you.”

You felt dumb for feeling the way you did. Jack was living his dream and you were worried about him forgetting you when all he ever did was shower you with love and affection. There was nothing to worry about. “I’m sorry,”

“I love you,” he said again and you smiled at him, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes, something he noticed. “We’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

You nodded and continued to listen to him go on about how much fun he was having with the cast before your friend texted you to let you know that she was here to pick you up.

The call ended on a good note. A great one, even.

Things were going well.

Until they weren’t.

The release of Scream VI hit Jack’s career hard and completely flipped his world around.

People absolutely adored Ethan and were infatuated with the face who played him. Jack went from a newcomer with a small fanbase to millions of people obsessing over him within the span of a few hours.

Of course, you were his plus one to the premiere, and you got emotional at the way he played his character, your hand wrapped around his. You thought back to what you were doing when he was filming it, still stuck in high school and thousands of miles away from him. This person on the screen was one you knew, you loved, and belonged to you.

That was something a few people didn’t seem to realize. After gaining over five hundred thousand followers, some of his fans stumbled across his posts with you. Long story short, your comments were filled with hate and jealousy and envy. You made your account private a couple of days after the film was released.

That didn’t stop them from filling his comments.

She’s mid fr.

She needs to get away from my man.

Ew.

You can do better.

God, people were brutal.

Jack had no knowledge of the harassment you were receiving, but how could he? He was busier than ever and was once again off doing interviews and press tours.

You were alone again.

You knew what would happen to your relationship when he became a big time actor. You were prepared. You would have to share him with the world, and you thought you were prepared for that.

But, honestly, who were you kidding?

And what made things worse was when he slowly stopped answering your texts.

He was busy, you got that, but he would go days without talking to you, some of which were his most active days on social media.

It shouldn’t be like this.

Just the other day you were scrolling on TikTok and one of his videos came up. You looked through the comments and saw that he answered one that asked if he had a girlfriend.

The simple ‘yes’ made you feel both annoyed and reassured. You weren’t sure where you stood with him, so knowing that he was still at least somewhat involved in the relationship was comforting. On the other hand, seriously, he can answer a stranger’s comment but not a text from his girlfriend of two years?

You felt like a burden at this point.

Days go by without a word from him and you were beginning to lose control over your emotions. Your eyes ached from all the crying you did behind closed doors, and your heart felt as if it was decaying each day you were left unanswered.

What excuse would he have if he ever decided to answer you? He got so busy that he forgot to check his texts? His phone number was leaked and he was bombarded with random messages to the point that yours were so far down?

That would make you happy, you think.

Anything but the alternative.

He forgot about you.

Or he forgot how to be a boyfriend.

Or how to be a decent fucking human being.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you got ready for your date with him. It was planned weeks ago, set for the day after he returned home.

Your texts went unanswered, but you got ready anyway.

This was a test - one you hoped he passed.

But, as the day turned into night with no sign of him, you felt the last piece of your heart break. You also felt the last piece of your self control snap.

He failed.

You grab your phone and click on his contact, not bothering to roll your eyes once you were sent to his voicemail. “Hey, it’s me. Um, you failed the test I gave you,” you say and quickly wipe away a tear that slipped down your face. “I don’t know what happened to us or what happened to you, but I’m…I’m done.”

You glance at your nightstand and pause when you see the framed picture of the two of you. If you could turn back time and go back to how things were at the time it was taken, you would in a heartbeat.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you, I really wish I was. You meant everything to me and I wish you kept your promise,” you continued to look at the picture as you thought of what else was left to say. “Good luck with everything. I wish you nothing but the best, and, yeah. I’m done. Goodbye.”

You hang up and toss your phone on your bed, grabbing the picture afterwards. You stare at it for a few more seconds, and slowly your sadness turns to rage.

Another second goes by before your hand moves and throws the frame across the room. It hits the wall opposite from you and you hear the glass shatter before it hits the ground.

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion imagine #jack champion imagines #scream 6 ethan #ethan scream 6 #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagines #ethan landry #scream 6 x reader #scream 6 imagines #imagines #angst #fluff

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roaron · 1 year

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husband toji hcs

-> (SFW ver.) ->( NSFW ver. coming soon ?)

Genre -> (Fluff + Slight angsty themes)

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-> Toji as we all know, is an assassin, so when he tells you he’ll pick you up from work with your shared car (he stole it) and coincidentally has a job to kill someone at the same time. He rushes to go and pick you up, then drives to his victims house. You just sit there knowingly with an innocent smile on your face as a passenger princess, watching your husband repeatedly stab someone through a window in their house. When he comes back to the car, he’s covered in blood and apologises to you for taking so long. You shrug it off and you both drive away.

-> Toji is the furthest from a picky eater, whatever you cook him, he’ll eat it. You gave him a whole onion as a prank one time and he just bit into it and ate it like an apple. He uses the same excuse that food is food. Also, at home if he sees a discarded sweet or chip or anything on the floor, he’ll eat it. When you call him disgusting he just shrugs and says it’s his house so he doesn’t give a shit.

-> He wears your gowns. Because he’s so big it does in fact tear but he wears it nonetheless. He likes how fluffy it is. When you offered to buy him one he said no because it’s too girly. As he wraps your hot pink gown around himself and walks away to go and do whatever it is Toji does.

-> When it comes to kissing, he prefers to kiss your forehead and knuckles. He does anything you ask him to as well. Calling you his princess and saying that he’s at your service. He ties your shoes for you, holds all the bags, tucks you into bed, washes your hair, he does it all. Can’t can’t cook tho. So he orders take out and says he made it. When you finally decide to thank him for everything with a kiss on the cheek he just widens his eyes and gives you the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen. His cheeks dusted pink and his dimples on show.

-> You draw on Tojis arms a lot, and it looks surprisingly good. So one day Toji comes back home from outside and you see that one of your previous drawings are on his arms. When you ask him why it hasn’t come off yet he tells you to look closer and you see he’s gotten it tattooed. You’d never felt so hopelessly in love in your life. From that day forward, whatever you’d draw on his arms, he’d get it tattooed. Unless it’s a dick or some shit, then he’ll just draw one on your face while you’re sleeping.

-> Toji is very attractive, everyone knows it. So when you see him getting flirted with on the street, it doesn’t surprise you. You just quickly turn your back and walk away, knowing that he’d probably flirt back with the girls that fawn over him. You end up running home and having a bit of a cry over the thought that Toji could be entertaining those other women. Not a minute passes before you hear the front door swing open and your husbands voice echo throughout the house. He instinctively goes to the closet in your shared room and sees you sitting in there curled up. The sight makes him feel like shit. He just picks you up and tucks you into bed. He then leaves the room and goes to sleep on the couch. This happens a lot.

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amsznn · 2 months

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FOOLISH - c. sturniolo

part 2 — part 1 here part 3 here

warnings: slight cursing, toxic relationship

chris 🚫

hey

your phone illuminated with a text sent by the one person part of you unfortunately still loved and part of you actually despised.

you didn’t bother to answer, even though you really wanted to. you couldn’t be pulled back into the same cycle once again. it’s happened one too many times so you knew his scheme all too well.

this was the thing with chris. you’d catch him cheating, you put on a strong act for a while, then he texts, and you get roped in once again. he knew you too well. he knew how to get you back. but maybe not this time.

you laid flat on your stomach, attempting to get some sleep, before you heard a knock on your door. you groaned while laying there for a moment, hoping whoever it was would go away.

the knocks only got louder and more obnoxious. you swung your legs off the side of your bed and made your way to the front door. you unlocked it to reveal your other best friend.

nick.

“what are you doing here?”

“well hello to you too.” nick said while making his way inside. you watched as he kicked his shoes off, then your eyes traveled to the huge duffel bag he was carrying. slightly amused you crossed your arms against your chest.

“nick what are you doing here?”

nick huffed before dropping his duffel bag on the floor. “my two brothers are being fucking idiots as always,” he started before making his way to the kitchen, you followed to hear the rest of his rant. “so me, being the smart person that i am, thought ‘why not just have a sleepover with my best friend?’”

he opened one of your cabinets and pulled out a bag of chips. “hence, why ive graced you with my presence.” you could only laugh at nick, knowing full and well his brothers had to be really pissing him off for him to uber all the way here.

“better for me, i couldn’t sleep anyways.” you said while making your way towards him, to also stuff your face with sole chips.

“great, ‘cus i wanna watch a dance moms marathon.”

you and nick spent the whole night watching shows, making tiktoks, and eating a lot of snacks. in the end you both ended up crashing on your bed, completely exhausted.

now the sun was shining through your curtains. causing you to awake from your slumber. nick on the other hand was still knocked out so you decided not to disturb him.

you were busy doing your skin care when you heard what sounded like nick waking up from his sleep.

“y/n, i think im gonna make matt pick me up,” nick paused for a moment before yelling again. “we have a video to film.”

“okay, ill be out in a sec!” you yelled back. quickly washing your cleanser off. you made your way out of your bathroom and went to the kitchen where you found nick.

“want me to make breakfast?” you asked while looking through your fridge, looking for something to make.

“sure, but im gonna go shower.” nick rose from his seat on the kitchen island then treaded towards the bathroom.

you decided on just making acai bowls for the both of you. while chopping up some bananas you heard a knock on the door, you figured it was matt so you wiped your hands and made your way to the entrance.

cracking the door open slightly you could see matt’s figure. “hey, matt.” you smiled upon seeing your other friend. “hey y/n, is nick ready?”

you shook your head as you could hear the shower still running. “nope, he’s still in the shower.” matt sighed while checking his phone for the time.

“why don’t you come in though , i could make you breakfast too.” matt smiled at your offer and walked inside.

suddenly your eyes landed on another figure you did not know was standing there the whole time.

‘you have got to be kidding me.’ you thought. there stood chris, hands fidgeting with his phone. he was the first to speak up.

“hey, what’s up?”

you scoffed, he always did this. pretending like nothing ever happened. “are you fucking kidding me, chris?” you whisper-shouted so matt wouldn’t hear your dispute. you weren’t sure if they knew what was going on, heck you didn’t know if chris even told them you used to date. probably not since chris wanted to keep your situation ‘private.’

chris sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “lets not do this here, y/n”

“do what here?” you and chris’s attention shifted to nick who was standing in front of you two, wondering what all the whispering was about.

“nothing, are you coming in?” you quickly shifted the topic and your attention back to chris, inviting him inside. chris nodded and stepped inside.

the three of you made your way to matt who seated at the kitchen island, eating one of the acai bowls you made. you didn’t mind though, since your appetite was basically gone.

you sat on the opposite end of nick, leaving chris to sit beside matt. you caught up with 2/3 of the boys. chris was in his own world, but his eyes lingered on you whenever you spoke, which made it somewhat difficult for you to remember your train of thought as your eyes met his.

once the boys were finished, nick grabbed his duffle bag and gave you a hug as goodbye. “i’ll see you this weekend?” he asked while making sure to thank you as well. you nodded and waved goodbye to both him and matt.

“i’ll be out in a sec.” chris called out to his brothers, to which they both nodded. this only made you roll your eyes in irritation, seeing as he wasnt letting up.

chris moved forward to where you were standing, wrapping his arms around your waist. you stood there frozen, knowing if you reciprocated his action, you’d be back to being wrapped around his finger.

chris frowned at this and moved back to meet his eyes with yours. “are you really gonna stay mad at me, baby?” his voice just above a whisper as his hand caressed your face.

“i saw you chris. i saw you with that girl, i saw everything.” you said trying to keep your tears at bay, not wanting to crumble in front of him.

chris gently wrapped one arm around you, while bringing one hand to softly push your head down on his shoulder. you couldn’t help it anymore, tears started streaming down your eyes in frustration with both him, and yourself. chris listened to your sniffles and occasionally hiccups as he swayed you side to side.

“m’ sorry, baby.”

“it was a mistake.”

he pressed a kiss on the top of your head, while resting his own there. “i’ll be better for you, okay?” he pushed you back and cupped both sides of your face with his hands.

“i promise.”

you knew this was all bullshit. you knew in a matter of time he would just be with another girl, in another bed. forgetting about you. if you knew all this, then why? why was it hard for you to push him away?

chris smiled as you nodded your head, accepting his apology. he closed the gap between you two, gently planting his lips onto yours, bringing you closer with each movement of his lips.

that was when you knew,

how foolish you were.

A/N: sorry guys, i thought i’d be done with this earlier today but i was super busy today. hope you enjoyed this part. part 3 soon, not a set date yet tho!

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo headcanon #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fluff #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut

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brooooswriting · 10 months

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hey! could you write a sam carpenter x reader story where sam gets protective over a clumsy reader?

Oh honey,

Sam Carpenter x reader

A/n: sorry this is rather short

You were nice, that’s the first thing Mindy noticed about you, the second thing was that standing seemed to be rather hard for you. She thought you were on some kind of substance when she first met you, you stood slightly to her right and suddenly you were sitting flat on your ass. Until this day she wasn’t sure how you fell, but when she walked down the hall next to you and you suddenly stubbed your toe on a locker, where is was nearly impossible to stub your toe she realized that you weren’t high. This was just you.

And sadly, it kept going on like that. She brought you to the carpenters apartment to meet the rest of the group and when they thought that Ethan was dorky and clumsy they surely haven’t met you. It started with you bumping into the doorframe, then nearly falling over a chair. While the rest found it funny and kind of cute, Sam was suspicious, sure of the fact that you might just do this to not seem like a possible attacker.

The older woman barely talked to you for the most time, she nodded as a greeting and a goodbye and if she had a good day she might ask you if you want anything to drink. That’s it and that’d be it. She was sure of it.

At least until one day she went shopping in a supermarket away from where she normally went, the other one was too full and she didn’t wanna wait in line forever. She was walking thru the isles when she recognized a voice, it was yours. Your words were spilling as you tried to apologize for knocking over a whole shelf with chips in it, and when you wanted to walk away from the embarrassing situation you smacked against the door of the refrigerated stuff. It was the first time she considered that you might just be clumsy.

As creepy as it may sound the woman followed you around for two days after that, watched you in the halls, in lectures, stores and cafes, with your other friends. It turned out that you were in fact just really clumsy. So she started to talk to you, which surprised you. She asked you about your day, offered you food and drinks at all times, she even took you with her to go get food when the rest of the group showed up way to late.

At some point, she herself wasn’t sure when, she fell for you and your clumsiness. She loved how you were so in your own head that you’d fall and trip over anything, how you got extremely embarrassed and then would start apologizing, your words spilling so hectically that nobody would be able to understand.

When she decided to tell you how she felt she planned this whole date that just screamed romantic and all that but she didn’t think about how clumsy you were while planning. Looking back, a hike was probably the worst decision. Not even five minutes into it, you’ve already fallen twice and actually hurt your left wirst. So, Sam didn’t confess her love to you on a mountain top during a sunset but in a hospital room late at night. It was still romantic somehow and really cute, she felt extremely guilty and she cared about your hurt wirst more than you did.

When your relationship started, you were even more embarrassed about your clumsiness but Sam told you everyday that it was fine. Sure, Cooking with you was a disaster, your driving was her biggest nightmare, the amount of times you fell out of bed weren’t even countable on her hands by now but somehow all of it made her love you even more.

At the same time you loved how caring, chill and protective Sam was over you. You were used to people being annoyed by your behavior, but Sam never was, she always took her time to help you which made you love her even more.

Even tough going out with you was always a bit of a risk Sam loved going out with you for normal things too. So she decided to go grocery shopping with you, in the supermarket she first really saw you. The brunette was getting some vegetables while you were off to get your cereals, but when you had been gone for about 10 minutes she decided to look for you. She was about two isles away from the one that was filled with cereal when she heard your voice. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to. I’m just really clumsy” you voice was shivering and small, giving Sam an uncomfortable feeling.

She sped up and walked into the isles to find a man towering over you, nearly pushing you into the isle behind you. The older woman could see some cereal spilled next to a basket that probably belonged to the man. “Has nobody ever told a stupid bitch like you how to behave?” He asked as he closed in on you.

Sam immediately jumped into action, coming up behind you, stretching herself as much as she could, chest puffed and one of her arms around your waist. She could feel you relax immediately. “Is there a problem?” She asked the tall man, carefully pushing you behind her and somehow you still stepped in her foot. It nearly made her laugh, but the way the man looked like he was about to beat you up made her redeem it.

“Yeah, she ran into me and made me spill my cereal. So she has to learn a lesson, not that it’s your business. Move” he told her, stepping closer to tower over her too but without any victory.

“Look man, you wanna fight then let’s go outside” her voice was raspy and low. You’d even call it dangerous.

“I’m not fighting you, she ran into me and I wouldn’t know why I should now fight you” the man said looking over sams shoulder to glare at you while you cowered behind her, trying to avoid the man.

“She’s my girlfriend so you trying to start shit on her is my thing. So, if you wanna fight, let’s go outside” she said again. There were butterflies erupting in your stomach, you weren’t quite at the point were you said girlfriend and stuff like that so the fact that she called you her girlfriend and that she defends you made you swoon. You carefully grabbed the hand that still held your waist and rubbed your finger over the back of her hand. You knew how dangerous a mad Sam could be.

But before the man could say anything an employee came into the isles, breaking the stare down that happened between the two. “Come on baby, let’s go” Sam said as she pulled you along to were your favorite cereal was.

While you were back in your own world while looking for cereal the man came towards you but Sam stepped in front of him, “one more step towards her and you won’t see the next day” the threat seemed to work as he turned and left, satisfying the older woman.

“Thank you” you mumbled as you turned around with the cereal box in hand, your other hand grabbed her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her hand immediately landing on your waist causing you to whine. “You called me girlfriend” you grinned proudly which made her laugh and kiss you again.

No matter how clumsy you were, she’d always protect you.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #sam carpenter x reader #Sam carpenter #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x y/n #melissa barrera x reader

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 3 months

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𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 - a Han Jisung short au!fanfic

-in which fast burn is actually slow burn that ends up with hearts breaking and words twisting and spit in your mouth.

"Oh-oh, talk fast, romance won't last, I'm okay with that oh-oh, burn, crash, romance Oh-oh, I'll take what I can get from you"

💫PART 1💫

You take a sip from your first and maybe last drink of the night as the guests slowly trickle out two by two. The music has toned down, the original 4 hours long playlist long replayed to its last song until Spotify almost seamlessly shifted to some calmer, ambience tracks you don't know the names of.

Changbin kisses his girlfriend goodbye one last time - even though it's the 5th time he says that - and then walks her upstairs as Seugmin busies himself trying to subtly clean up the place by throwing away empty paper plates and cups, being the good Virgo he is. Which is much appreciated by the Libra in the house, slightly intoxicated and relaxed Channie picks up a few napkins and grins at his friend, patting his back as a thank you as he walks past him to get to the trash can on the other side of the room.

Parties at Chan's where always nice, they had this chill, feel good vibes to them. People could literally show up in their pjamas and bring some chips and they would still be welcomed with open arms and cheers by the host who dubbed in between deejaying and entertaining his guests - and sometimes making out with that friend of a friend who got invited by either Changbin's or Jeongin's girlfriend.

Today was an exception. Only because Jeongin's partner was on a work trip and the last time Changbin's girlfriend introduced one her friends to Chan it actually stuck for once. They were actively seeing each other, but they were not official, as he would put it. She wasn't here today but he still decided not to interact with basically any other girl but you throughout the party.

Completely different story for Minho. He would stick his tongue in whatever throat he got at hand, grab any and every butt. You had to hold back your laugh when a few hours ago you saw him slightly panic when the girl he was making out with on the couch slapped HIS butt all of the sudden. Apparently it wasn't a welcomed gesture. He dropped her and orbited around his other friends for the remaining on the night, namely complaining about her to Chan and Han.

Han who merely acknowledged you these days. You sometimes caught him staring at you while you were talking to any of the other guys or acquaintances, but the moment you accidentally locked eyes with him he would avert his gaze, uneasiness creeping up your insides every time he did that.

You had met all the boys through Felix, he was your closest and dearest friend out of the whole group, and even though you felt very comfortable and safe around every one of them, you still considered him to be your best friend. You had known him for over ten years and grew up with him, you cherished your friendship very dearly.

Parties like these were your favorite cause they were sort of intimate and chill as most of the people there you already knew and the whole thing didn't require you to have to mingle and be all that social. You could happily spend the night sticking to easy going, comforting - arms always around your shoulders - Felix, or talking quietly to Hyunjin in between his outbursts of energy when he heard his favorite song playing and he just couldn't resist moving his body in the middle of the living area like nobody was watching.

"Alright, looks like everyone's gone home. Care for one last round of drinks before hitting the showers?", Chan spoke out loudly, gathering everyone around him as he grabbed some soju and held it up to everyone's mostly empty cups, "I'm good, I might just hit my sleeping bag actually", Seungmin replies, yawning a little, "oh come on don't be a party pooper, the night's still young", interjects Minho, snatching the bottle from Chan and pouring the alcohol for everyone who offered their cups, "the party IS over, Min. You guys are the last ones here. But ya'll sleeping over so it doesn't even count. Anyway... Cheers", argues Chan through a signature giggle.

Minho dawns his drink in one chug and makes a satisfied face along with a resounding "aah" afterwards, he's so cute but so random, definitely one of the weirder ones in the group, you think fondly to yourself while silently sipping. And he catches that. You're pretty sure he can't read your mind but the glint in his eyes when they lock with yours for that brief second you were thinking of him, gives you the odd feeling he managed to pick up on your silent thoughts: "we should play spin the bottle", he announces mischievously.

Much to no one shock, an abundance of "what the hell - why the fuck would you suggest we do that - Minho shut up you're drunk" an another string of curses follows his suggestion, with many of the guys faking disgusted faces and throwing up sounds.

You slap your forehead dramatically. It's like he knew you were thinking of him as a little adorable weirdo and he decided to play on that just then. Felix erupts into giggles and instinctively wraps his arm around your waist for support, he's a very light weight when it comes to drinking. He likes his alcohol finer, sweeter and possibly more expensive than the cheap soju he's been sipping on, you can tell he's already a little tipsy by the way he sways lightly on his feet.

"What? You guys too scared to get a little tongue action?", Minho teases, giggling in high pitched little breaths as Hyunjin plasters his hand all over his mouth and face, "please stop talking", he mutters, rolling his eyes, "whee whe?", he continues, his voice muffled and distorted by the impediment on his face until he pries away the hand only to interlock fingers with the brunette who looks at him perplexedly, "why? Why not? It's just a game to end the night nicely, you prudes".

Chan giggles and sighs while Jeongin shakes his head in disbelief, "cause it's literally just us nine you pabo, and some of us have girlfriends, and y/n is the only other girl here", he explains in fake frustration, "yeah I'm sure y/n wouldn't like to be thirsted after like some piece of meat to end her night", adds Changbin, to which you smile gratefully. Yet you're undeniably amused by the idea. Must be the alcohol you promised yourself you weren't going to drink much of. Which was still true to a point. You weren't even tipsy. Just a little amused by the silliest things.

"Fine. Changbin, Jeongin, Chan, feel free not play. More fun for us", rebukes Minho, slinging an arm around Seungmin on his side, who "ews" in his way, while still holding onto a progressively concerned Hyunjin who tries to unglue their fingers, "... I don't have a girlfriend", interjects Chan, scratching his neck nervously, Changbin shoots him daggers with his eyes only, "what about Lisa? Aren't you guys dating?", he eggs him on, "we're just seeing each other. No-", "no strings attached? You're just fuck buddies then, alright", Han cuts him off and everyone either mocks Chan or laughs at him.

"I was going to say it's just not that serious yet but... Moving on... I'm in, I don't care, I'm not too tired yet and it's just a game. An actual not strings attached game". Everybody looks at Chan with shocked expressions, yourself included. Except for Minho who just looks smug. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you Christopher Bahng or did someone clone you and send in the replacement?", comments Seungmin, only making everyone laugh more.

You feel Felix squirming a little, he finishes up his drink and takes a deep breath afterwards:"alright if Chan's in, I'm in", he declares and holds his hand up, Minho lets go of Hyunjin and high fives the blue haired boy, pulling him to his side, opposite you in the little circle you guys formed in the middle of the basement.

"You guys find each other cute? Cute enough to kiss?", Jeongin asks in bewilderment, most of the guys shrug, some make poker faces, Seungmin shouts a resounding NO while Chan giggles as he nods and winks at Felix who giggles with him.

Now now... You knew all of them felt very comfortable around each other, you had witnessed them being openly affectionate multiple times. You knew they liked to cuddle in piles and sometimes playfully grab at each other butts and stuff. It's not like you didn't expect them to randomly act out, you were just a little surprised about how the were slowly all coming around after initially shutting down Minho's idea so vehemently.

"I'm so going to regret this ugh", Hyunjin exclaims, joining the favorable group, Changbin sighs and crushes his plastic cup in his hand, "now how can I pass up the chance to finally kiss you, my prince", he says dramatically, blowing a kiss to the tall brunette who giggles loudly as he tilts his head back. "I love how everyone thought I was insane yet you're all crawling now. And y/n hasn't even agreed yet", comments Minho with an underliying victorious tone to his voice, "she doesn't have to", Han replies so lowly you're probably the only one who picks up on it.

And you don't miss the slight harshness in his tone. You knit your eyebrows at him, annoyance bubbling up at the base of your stomach as you lick the last drops of the soju in your cup and smirk, "yeah she doesn't have to but she will. Count me in", you declare fiercely, attracting a few astonished looks in your direction. Fuck it. You think. They were all attractive, kind hearted, good fucking people. Spin the bottle was just a stupid game and you felt safe and secure enough not to be afraid they'd disrespect you. Might as well enjoy a little fun.

Felix shoots you a curious look but stays silent, he blinks his pretty eyes and looks down for a brief second. "I hate you guys, I'm in. But I'm not kissing anyone with tongue". The cheers that follow Jeongin addition are so loud you have to cover your ears. "Seungmin, pup, join the dark side", Han prods the last of the group who looks utterly disgusted as he puckers up his lips and walks closer to him, "Jisung, stop that. I'll play, but no tongue for me also".

Chan pours out "an encouragement round" of tequila in tiny shots glasses, skipping on the few of you who refuse the liquid courage - you, Han, Seungmin and Felix - and then proceeds to invite everyone to sit down in a circle as he pulls out his phone.

"Okay. Here are the rules: we'll play three rounds, each a little more risqué than the last one, and I'll set a timer for each one. First round is a kiss on the cheek, second one is a peck on the lips and third one is a kiss that has to involve tongue, and has to last at least 30 seconds. If anyone's deeply uncomfortable at whatever point, they can pull out. Are we good? "

You find yourself sitting in between Hyunjin and Chan, with Minho and Felix sitting opposite you, next to Seungmin, Jeongin and Changbin while Han closes the circle on the other end, next to Hyunjin on one side and Minho on the other. A somewhat tense silence fills the room, if not for the quiet lofi music in the background, you can almost hear Hyunjin's stomach grumbling, the sound of your quickened breathing and swallowing once it downs on you there's quite a high chance you'll end up kissing Han.

You two weren't as close as the others. And not without reason. Truth was that when Felix introduced you to him, you felt the most intense sparkle crackling in your chest. You had clicked so fast and so well. And then you kissed and it all went crumbling down. You hadn't confessed your feelings for each other but a few years back on one wintery night while you were walking on one of your night walks through the park, he had kissed you.

You initially thought that was it, that was going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship with this guy who was the sweetest, funniest, smartest guy you had ever met. He was insanely attractive and played the guitar and the piano and knew how to rap and sing beautifully and you were definitely falling for him even though you had only known him for less than a year.

Instead he had went ghost after that night. And when you had confronted him about it, heartbroken as you were, he cited how it was a big mistake and that he wasn't thinking straight. Obliterating the countless nights and days you had spent as actual good friends and that later evolved in slight flirting and closeness overall. A few years had passed and you mostly kept it civil and discreet. Nobody knew about it except for Felix who you just couldn't keep this secret from, and you suspected Minho might have known about it too cause he was Han's closest link in the group besides Felix himself.

Tension had been building up and it was gruelling and undeniable to the four of you but everyone tried their best not to show it too much. You kept your distance, slowly trying to heal your heart. And it was hard, it was so hard cause you all hanged out all the time as a group, seeing that some of the guys were getting girlfriends also didn't help much. You longed to have someone care for you like that, that someone looked like he despised you with a passion though.

Chan is about to spin the bottle when Han stops him brusquely: "yah wait! What's the point of this whole game if anyone can just call it quits whenever? Isn't spin the bottle supposed to make everyone at least a slightly bit uncomfortable?", he quips, a smug look on his face as he looks around. The older brunette sighs and nods," that's a good point, actually...."," yeah I'm not making out with any of you guys. Juni wouldn't appreciate it", comments Changbin, "yeah neither am I", adds Jeongin, looking cross. Minho rolls his eyes in annoyance, "fuck guys it's just a game... Loosen up".

A little debate explodes right then and there, with everyone trying to talk over the other and the ensuing chaos that makes you laugh half heartedly when you notice Chan looking absolutely spent as he massages his temples. "You are all making it way more complicated than it needs to be. Stop being so hellbent over anything, Jesus!".

Calm and chilled out Chan surprises everyone when he shouts in order to get everybody's attention back to him, he slams his hands down on the floor and sighs once all eyes are on him," first two rounds are mandatory. You either play it fair or you're welcome to go to bed, I don't care at this point. Changbin, Jeongin, you're automatically excluded from the second and third round. Seungmin you either pray this bottle never fucking lands on you or you can use all my mouthwash later on. I have gallons. Now, can we do this stupid thing and then go to sleep? ".

Seeing that no one protests in response, Chan grins, pleased with his unwavering authority, and places the bottle directly in front of you: "since you're the only sensible one and the only girl too, you spin first", he declares. 8 distinct pair of either amused or mildly anxious eyes land on you, you can feel them all burning tiny holes in your face as they expectantly wait for you to break the ice.

The crimson heat rising to your chest and your neck and your cheeks definitely alerts everyone, yourself included, that the confidence you began this night with is now visibly fading, leaving your body like it never was there in the first place. You smile meekly and look down at the bottle, giving it a little spin, not too weak not too strong.

The elongated neck of the bottle ends up pointing at Felix. Relief washes over you. He smiles brightly at you and opens his arms wide for you, you crawl over to him, letting him embrace you slightly as you place a soft kiss to his cheek, making sure to exaggerate the sound of your lips smacking onto his freckled skin, which makes everyone laugh. Since he was on the receiving end of the first spin, Felix tries his luck next, the bottle spinning and spinning until it stops in front of Minho, "Yongbokah!!", the black haired boy chirps excitedly, repeatedly tapping the cheek Felix kisses in between giggles.

Minho's spin lands on Hyunjin, who fakes the saddest frown and scrunches his face dramatically when his overtly excited friend complies to the game. He then spins himself along with the bottle, looking so silly as he rotates on his bum:"wheeeeee who am I gonna kiss?", he asks no one in particular: the bottle lands on Jeongin. Oh boy.

The utter chaos and ooohhs and ahhhs and mocking and chants that ensue are loud enough for your ears to start ringing. While the youngest boy fake cries and whines profusely, Hyunjin makes the roundest kissy face and smacks his lips together, "MY BABY BOY, MY BABY BREAD COME HERE", he tackles Jeongin to the ground, laughing excitedly as he places what must be a wet kiss on his friend's cheek.

The traumatized maknae's spin ends on Chan, who laughs so much he starts squeaking. Jeongin curses under his breath and kisses his cheek half heartedly, "I'm so glad this torture ends for me now", he mutters, causing new laughter and squeaks to erupt in the basement. "Aaand time! First round is over", Chan resets the timer on his phone just as Jeongin takes his leave, waving everyone goodbye as he makes his way upstairs.

Changbin pouts sulkily, "I can't believe I lost both chances to kiss our prince and our baby", he whines, while the rest of the guys mock him playfully, Hyunjin laughs the most but still blows him a kiss that his friend pretends to catch and hold close to his heart. "I'll stay for the show until I pass out", he announces then, removing himself from the circle, going to then sit on the couch in the corner.

"Alright, this is where it gets interesting", Chan rubs his hands together and proceeds to start the timer and spin the bottle. You swallow a little nervously now, watching as the bottle spins on itself a few times until it slows down and inevitably comes to a stop: it stills at a weird angle, the narrower part of the neck pointing into the empty space between you and Hyunjin.

You lock eyes with him, uncertainty displayed across both of your faces, "I think it's y/n", says Seungmin, "mmh nah it's Hyune", contradicts Minho. Chan crawls over and frowns, he tilts his head and tries to look at the bottle from a different perspective, he steps over and around it with a confused look on his face, "I'll spin again, just for fairplay sake".

As the countdown ticks and ticks, the bottle spins again, Chan sits back down next to you and observes closely as the empty tequila finally stops. This time it points squarely at you. You inadvertently suck in a little breath. It's fine, you tell yourself. It's just Chan. Cute, cuddly, ever supportive and reliable Chan. You kissed each other on the cheek before on like birthdays and Christmas, no big deal.

He turns to you with an almost apologetic look on his face and smiles gently, "is this okay?", he asks quietly and you nod, "time, hyung", Minho cuts in, much to everyone's amusement, "what? Eager to kiss your next victim?", the aussie teases back before placing a kiss to your lips. It's gentle and quick, passes like a breeze.

Your hands are a little shaky now that you hold the bottle. And it's not from the kiss you just shared but the potential one you might get next. You give the bottle a little twist and then spin it more vigorously than the first time, squeezing your eyes shut. Not Han not Han not Han. "Oh... So it was fate, in the end".

Chan's voice echoes through your ears. You open your eyes to find the bottle pointing at Hyunjin who looks at you a little nervously, "seriously? The three of you might as well just play on your own", poor Changbin is fed up, he stands up from his spot and walks to the door, "I'm not watching someone else living out my dream, goodnight".

It takes everyone a few seconds to calm down from the giggles but when you all finally do and the impeding timer going off resurfaces in your mind, you quickly move onto Hyunjin. It was supposed to be you who initiates the kiss but he does it for you, his lips hands down the softest thing that has ever landed on you when he pecks your mouth slowly. When he spins next, it lands on Seungmin, who goes so pale and flabbergasted he might just pass out right there - "time!".

Everyone groans at Chan's announcement while the remaining youngest exhales in relief: "is my spin null? Do we restart the lap?", Hyunjin asks, "yeah I reckon. It ran out of time right when it landed. It's null. We start over", replies Chan, promptly placing the bottle in front of you, "me again?", you say confusedly, "yup. Hyunjin's turn was basically deleted. The loop begins from you again". Han hisses underneath his breath at this executive decision, while you can see Seugmin regaining color in his face, his features slightly more relaxed even if it's short lived.

Now you're really really nervous. You try not to show it but a strange mixture of excitement and anxiety swirls in your stomach and makes your heart pound when you give the bottle a strong flick, setting it off to spin again.

is this a cliffhanger? Am I doing this right🤔💀

🥀PART 2

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 11 months

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His Little Women

Anon request:

I don't know how to explain this but Do you know that interview where Timothée says if he has daughters one day they had to see his movie "Little Women" So could You please do a Dad!Timmy x Bunny where he shows them Little Women and they love that their dad is in the movie and that the oldest's favourite is Jo and the youngest's Amy?

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Description: It’s family movie night and Bunny and the girls are in Paris, but without Timmy around the girls are a bit sad, until you suggest they watch one of his films and a surprise on the way.

A/N: One down a few more dadtimmy to go. I had a lot of fun with this one. Thank you for the lovely request, it was incredibly fun to write. I love this cute little family with my whole heart.

Warning: Fluff, Family fluff.

“What should we watch for movie night?” You asked your daughters as you watched them brush their teeth.

With the summer and Timothee currently shooting a film in Europe, you decided to take the girls on a little summer holiday. You were in Paris and planned to take them to Disney land in a few days.

“We only have movie nights with Papa,” Lena said sadly, mouth full of toothpaste.

“Yeah, it won’t be the same without him,” Elle added, rinsing her mouth and walking over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

You frowned slightly at how sad they both were. Timmy, for the most, didn’t take too many roles that took him so far away from the girls, but it was only a small indie film for a few weeks and you both thought it would be okay, but the way the girls reacted shocked you both.

“Hey we can still have a nice movie night without, papa,” you said, picking up Elle and kissing her forehead.

Lena finished brushing her teeth and came over to you. You leaned down and hugged them both to your chest. You felt bad for them both for being so sad. Mainly because you were aware your husband was on his way to your Paris home.

His schedule was free for the next few days and wanted to come to see your little family. You both thought it would be a nice surprise for the girls, but their little faces were breaking your heart.

“Why don’t we watch one of his films then?” You suggested.

They both perked up at the suggestion. Neither of them have seen any of his films as you both thought most of his filmography was not appropriate for them, but Lena's birthday was in just over two weeks and then Elle would be turning 8 soon after and now seem like a perfect time to show them one of his films.

When you spoke with Timmy on the phone earlier he was excited to show his daughters Little Women. It was one of his favorite films he did and he had so much love for the role and the close bond the March sisters had with each other.

Plus, while the girls have been to set and know their father was an actor it was a different experience to see him in a film playing a character. To say that Timmy was rushing home would be an understatement.

“We can watch one of Papa’s films?” Elle asked excitedly.

You nodded, pushing her hair out of her face. “We can watch Little Women with Auntie Flo and Saoirse. Won’t that be fun?”

“Yeah, I want to see Papa,” Lena smiled, pulling away from the hug. “Let’s go let’s go,” she chanted, running from the bathroom.

“Walking feet, my love,” you called after her, standing up and grabbing Elle’s hand.

“Mommy, will Papa not be Papa in the film?” She asked as you both followed after Lena.

“Yes, they won’t call him Papa or Timmy or anything like that, only the character’s name. So he will be papa but in the film, he will be pretending he is someone else.” You explained.

She nodded. She’s seen films with people she knew before, but it still confused her small mind sometimes, but she was curious about films and how everything worked. Since going to set with Timmy she’s been itching to go back.

“Should we get popcorn, chips, or candy?” You asked once the girls were settled on the sofa.

They both just gave you a look making you laugh. “Right right, all of the above, how could I be so silly,” you teased.

“Snacks are not something to be silly about, Mommy,” Elle said crossing her little arms.

You snorted. “Of course not, my love. Now drinks? What are we thinking?”

“Strawberry Milk,” Lena said.

“Apple juice, please,” Elle said.

Nodding, you walked into the kitchen grabbed a tray, and loaded it with snacks and drinks. You grinned when you heard the front door open and then footsteps heading toward the living room.

A few seconds later the girls were screaming and shouting and you heard Timmy's laughter. Walking into the living room you saw Timmy on the ground as the girls jumped all over him, talking over each other and showering him in hugs and kisses.

You smiled at your family, setting the tray down and grabbing your phone, and snapping a picture of the three of them. The flash of the camera had Timmy glancing over at you, his eyes lightening up even more at see you and your growing belly.

“Bunny,” he breathed happily. Timmy unwrapped one of his arms from around the girls and reached for you. Dramatic widening his eyes sadly when he couldn’t reach you.

“So dramatic, Chalamet,” you said with an eye roll, but you walked closer, getting on the ground with your family.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said, pressing his lips to yours.

You kissed back, patting his cheek lovingly. “Hi, Timmy,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Enough kissing. I want kisses from Papa,” Lena demanded, pushing your face away from Timmy.

“Yeah, let us kiss Papa,” Elle pouted.

Timmy smiled brightly at them arguing over him. “My loves, there is enough love to go around for all of you,” he said, attacking their faces with kisses.

The girls giggled, wrapping their little arms around his neck and peppering kisses on his face as well. Your heart swelled. You always wanted a big family where your husband adored your children and for a while, you thought it wasn’t in the cards for you.

And then your annoying best friend already assumed you two were dating. You smiled thinking about it and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Timmy,” you said.

His eyes soften and shined with love and adoration. “And I love you, bunny. I love you, our little one you are carrying, and these two little angels,” he said, turning to the girls when he mentioned them, tickling them.

“We love you too, Papa,” Elle said, kissing his cheek again.

“Best papa ever,” Lena said, bouncing on his lap.

“I am so happy to know I am better than any other papa,” he said, kissing both their cheeks. “Now I see PJs, snacks, blankets. Are we having a movie night?” He asked with wide eyes.

“Yes!” Lena exclaimed getting off his lap and moving to the sofa. “And it’s a special one.”

“Really?” Timmy asked.

Elle stood up rocking on her heels with thinly concealed excitement. “Yes, do you want to know why?” She asked but didn’t wait for an answer before talking. “We are going to watch one of your movies. Little Women,” she shouted, joining her sister on the sofa.

Timmy got to his feet, then helped you up. “You know, darlings, Little Women is one of my favorite films I’ve ever done. It’s such a good film even if I wasn’t in it I would think it was a masterpiece. I’m happy to be sharing it with you both.”

“We are excited to watch so go get changed,” They whined from the sofa.

“Of course my little loves.” He chuckled leaving to change clothes.

You joined your daughters on the sofa, snuggling close to them. “Are you happy that Papa is here?” You asked, running your hands through their curls.

“So happy,” Lena replied.

“Did you know he was coming home?” Elle asked with narrowed eyes.

“Yes, we wanted to surprise you both,” you said poking her cheek until she grinned.

“It was nice,” she said, causing you to laugh.

When Timmy returned he grabbed the snack tray and sat down. Both of the girls left you to snuggle close to Timmy. You scoffed playfully. “So Papa’s back and I’m nothing,” you teased.

“You have bagel bite,” Lena shrugged.

Timmy shot you a smirk and you flicked his nose.

“Jealously is such an ugly trait, Bunny,” he said, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“You are all smug now Chalamet, I’ll let you have your moment,” you said, starting the film.

Throughout the whole movie, the girl's eyes were glued to the screen as they watched the film. The first time Timmy was shown, they both gasped and whispered to Timmy that it was him, causing you both to giggle slightly.

Timmy held them close watching them more than the film to see how well they were enjoying it. While you both thought they were old enough to watch, it didn’t mean their little minds would stay zoned in the whole time, but they didn’t miss anything.

“You look so young, papa,” Elle whispered at one part.

“Your hair is all messy,” Lena whispered at another part.

When Amy and Laurie kissed they both gasped giggling. “It’s weird to see Papa kiss something that isn’t Mommy,” Lena whispered to her sister.

“It’s acting, Lena. It isn’t Papa kissing Auntie, it’s Laurie kissing Amy,” Elle whispered back.

“I know that,” Lena huffed. “It’s still his face,” she mumbled.

You and Timmy shared a look and held in your laughter. Timmy just kissed both of their foreheads. “It’s weird to kiss someone that isn’t Mommy. She’s my favorite person to kiss,” he said.

“I better be or I’ll hurt you,” you mumbled.

From the look Timmy gave you, you knew he was thinking something he couldn’t say in front of the girls and you rolled your eyes. The girls loudly shushed you both so they could finish the last of the film.

When the movie ended, you grabbed the tray and carried it to the kitchen as Timmy carried the girls to their rooms. Only to change course when they asked to sleep with you both for the night.

Timmy playful tossed them on the bed making them both bounce and laugh. They quickly crawled under the covers wiggling close to each other. “Did you both enjoy the film?” Timmy asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice. He felt like he was about to be critiqued by the harshest of critics. At 7 and 5 they didn’t hold punches and more times than not humbled him.

“I liked the movie, but it made me sad when Beth died,” Elle said.

“Me too. I liked her so much, but I liked Auntie Flo's character best. Amy was so amazing,” Lena said. “I want to be a painter like her and I liked her blue dress.”

“No, Jo was much better. She was a writer like Mommy and she wrote all those plays they did. Plays are fun,” Elle argued.

“And what about Laurie?” Timmy laughed, stopping the argument he could see brewing between them.

“Hmm, he was okay,” Elle said.

“Just okay? He teased.

“He was good, you did a good job, Papa,” Lena said.

“Yeah, you were great. I forgot it was you sometimes. He looked taller.”

Timmy scoffed. “He is me,”

“No he’s Laurie you are Papa,” she countered.

“You are your mother’s daughter,” he groaned, getting into bed with them.

“Duh,” she said, shaking her head.

“He did look taller, did you wear heels?” Lena asked.

“Maybe he is only tall to us because we are small,” Elle answered.

“I am tall thank you very much.”

“If you say so,” Lena said, causing her sister to laugh.

“You both are your mother’s daughters,” he said, shaking his head.

“Is that a bad thing?” You asked as you walked into the room, hearing the tail end of their conversation.

Timmy grabbed your waist when you were close enough and pulled you down on top of him. “No not at all. I love my mini bunnies,” he assured.

You cuddle into his chest, kissing his jaw. “I thought so.”

“Papa, can I take a painting class?” Lena asked. “I want to be like Amy.”

“Of course, Lena.”

“And I want to be Jo for Halloween this year,” Elle said.

“Oh, I want to be Amy,” Lean added.

“Should we all go as characters?” You suggested.

“Yes, I like that. Mommy you can be their mommy and Papa you can be their dad,” Lena said.

“Not Laurie?” He asked.

“Are you not too old to be Laurie?”

“It was only a few years ago,” he gasped. “I’m not old.”

“Umm, I guess,” Elle said.

“Maybe we will see if he wears heels to make himself taller,” Lean whispered to her sister.

“I heard that,” he said.

The girls just giggled in return.

"Okay, my little Women, it's time for bed. And tomorrow we can go to Disney?" He said.

"Good night, Papa and Mommy," Elle said, closing her eyes. "Night, Lena."

"Night night, Papa, Mommy, and Elle," Lena yawned and closed her eyes, and cuddled closer to her sister.

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httpdabi · 1 year

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Ecstasy

Genre: Smut, best friends (of course lol)

Summary: Your best friend is local bend‘s guitarists, subtly showing you on the stage that the two of you should fuck.

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: 18+ ( minors DNI!!!!!!), creampie, unprotected, praising, little bit choking, MASK KINK!!!, semi public. Dom!Dabi

Saw a video of a Ghost member doing crazy shit on the stage and had to write this 🥲

,, Yeah, I know, I didn’t forget to pick it up mom‘‘ you muttered, nodding your head like your mother could see you. Placing the phone a bit away from your ear, you hoped that she‘ll be done with the nagging soon, so you could finally move on with your day. Doesn’t matter how many times you already told her that you didn‘t forget about the package she sent, she still had something to say.

,, You know, next time just pay a bit more so you can follow the location of the package. You and your trust issues, I swear‘‘ You sighed, before the convo was done.

Thankfully.

Putting your phone inside your pocket, you slowly made your way home, dragging your feet lazily across the wett sidewalk. After the overheated days that hit your city, you found yourself missing the rain. Since you were already out, you decided to go buy some grocery’s, since you didn’t have much time to buy anything these days.

After all, you needed some snacks too for the movie you were planing to watch. Cheetos, nachos and so on. Anything is fine.

Once the sun was completely gone, you made yourself a hot cocoa, and cuddled yourself in your favourite blanket before you found the new Orphan movie.

The first part was one of your favourite movies, so you were really hoping that the new one won‘t disappoint you, and so far it was good in your opinion. You were more then curious about stuff that was going on. Snacking on the chips as you waited excitedly for the next thing to happen.

Just when you found out about the plot twist, a loud sound of the doorbell echoed in your apartment. Pausing the movie, you made your way toward the door. There was no need for you to ask who it was, since only one person would pay you a visit without any announcements.

,, Hi doll‘‘your best friend greeted you, hood covering his white hair. Only a smirk formed on his face visible to you. Inviting himself in, Touya took your place on the couch. Placing his hands above his head, he raised his brow at the paused scene on your Television.

,, Of course you’re watching this shit alone‘‘ he chuckled, making some space on the couch for you as he invited you into his embrace.

There was nothing that you loved more than spending time with your best friend. Watching movies with him or just simply being with him. Times like that made you calm, and simply happy.

,, Want me to start from the beginning ?‘‘ You asked, making yourself comfortable.

,, Nah, I‘ll catch up‘‘ he answered, caressing the back of your neck slowly.

The focus you once had was long gone, since he was caressing you the whole time. Not that you were complaining, you loved it and Touya is the only person willing to do it.

,, You asleep doll?‘‘ Touya asked, as he turned the Television off. Shaking your head slowly, you hummed a small no.

,, Are you coming tomorrow to the Tamaris? We‘ll be playing some new covers‘‘ Touya said quietly, like he was scared to wake you up, even tho you were already awake.

,, Which covers ?‘‘ you asked back, burying your face into his chest as he played with your hair.

,, Tek it, Cigarette Daydreams, Sex drugs etc, and so on‘‘ he said quietly, not stopping his movements. Sometimes you asked yourself how the fuck doesn’t he get tired.

,, Of course I‘m coming‘‘ you whispered, closing your eyes as you inhaled the scent of his perfume. ,, Wouldn‘t miss it for anything‘‘ you added.

,, That’s my good girl‘‘ Touya said, smile forming on his lips.

In short time your eyes started to feel heavy, giving you a sign it was time to drift into the sleep. Even tho your bed didn’t have much space for two people, the two of you fit in perfectly fine, and having him so close to you, you knew that you‘ll sleep just fine.

,, What are you going to wear tonight ?‘‘ Nejire asked, playing with the ice inside the glass., before she took the sip of her coffee.

,, I have no idea, gotta see what’s hiding inside my closet‘‘ you answered, rubbing your eyes slowly. You loved how Nejire gets so excited every time Ecstasy is performing. Actually, lots of people were like that.

You understand why, it was something interesting happening for once in a while. Most of the people, or better to say girls, were coming to see the masked band, curious who‘s hiding behind the almost spooky masks. You didn‘t blame them at all tho, you would feel the same probably, but you already knew who the lead guitarist is.

How couldn‘t you know ? That guitarists shares with you all the songs they prepare. Touya didn‘t and couldn‘t hide that from you even if he wanted. Well what else could he even tell you once you found various Ghostface masks inside his room. Original one, silver one, red one with horns and what not.

,, I can‘t wait to see Myers one beating those drums‘‘ Nejire smiled. You were thinking about asking Touya who that is, but how could you explain to her how you found out ? The band was extremely popular in the city, and you were sure, if Nejire found out, everyone else will.

You love her, you really do, but she loves to talk.

Looking at the mirror, you heard Nejire humming some melody in your living room as you did your makeup. You weren’t sure if you got nervous because you‘ll see Touya on the stage, or because of the fact that rest of the club will probably simp for your best friend.

It took you some time to find something to wear. Unsure, you took the white oversized button up shirt, which was big enough to make it look like a dress on you. You put your golden earrings, before you wore your dr martens boots.

The fit was really simple, but you felt good in it, and Nejire‘s compliments helped you boost up your confidence. She also looked good, as always. Her hair was up, showing her pretty face perfectly.

Since the club was near your apartment, the two of you decided to take a walk instead of driving. That way both of you could drink a bit if you decide to.

,, Oh my god, look at Yui there.‘‘ Nejire mumbled, hitting you with her elbow lightly. Your eyes widened once you saw what that girl wore.

Both you and Nejire weren‘t really the type to put someone down or even laug, but Yui was the only exception since she did much worse things to Nejire in the past.

,, She looks awful‘‘ Nejire commented.

,, Yeah, worse then usual‘‘ You tried not to make a face, as the two of you made your way inside the club ignoring Yui and some other guy kissing.

,, Is he trying to swallow her ?‘‘ you whispered to Nejire, making her laugh.

It took you few minutes to find Keigo and Mirio. Of course they got the table super near the stage, Keigo would never settle for less.

The 4 of you started drinking before the rest of your friends arrived. It wasn‘t a plan to drink so much, but Malibu with cherry juice was your weakness. The taste was perfect in your opinion, and it was hard to stop once you start with it.

Keigo was telling you something, which was hard to hear since the music was loud, but you just kept nodding your head as you completely understood him. Deciding to ignore him for a bit, since you felt your phone buzz inside your pocket.

From D4B1: having fun ?

You were about to answer the short message, but another one popped up. A photo of him, wearing all black and his Ghostface mask.

To D4B1: you‘re looking way too hot

You texted fast, not thinking twice.

To D4B1: don‘t make me too jealous, yeah?

Once again Keigo was yelling about something, forcing you to put the phone away and enjoy the night with them. And you did exactly what he wanted since Ecstasy appeared on the stage anyway.

Four of them, Myers on the drums, Jason holding the mic, Ghostface nodding his head as his friend was greeting everyone and Leatherface preparing his guitar.

It didn‘t take them too long to start with the music, and the moment they did , everyone started going crazy. It felt like they had a literal fanbase in the club.

Song after song, and drink after drink you decided to sit and rest from all the dancing. Taking your time to pay attention to your best friend.

You couldn‘t help but smile as you saw him interact with the public in his own way, making the girls scream and put their hands up in hope they‘ll be the one to get his plectrum. Not even realising, the smile you had on your face was long gone.

he never gave it to anyone, yet just the thought of it upset you.

Shaking your head a bit, you noticed that he was facing you. Waving his hand a little at you.

You weren‘t sure how to react. Wave back? Nod your head ? Taking your drink, you gave him a small nod before you took a sip, eyes still on him.

Touya pointed at himself, giving you the same nod. Tilting your head, you almost got confused for a second. Pointing his finger at you, he nodded again. Slowly tilting his head to the left, he pointed at you again, as he relaxed his hand a bit, before he pushed his middle finger up. Moving up and down repeatedly, copying the literal act of fingering someone.

Blush was spreading across your face, as you looked around to see if some of your friends noticed that the Ghostface was paying you little too much attention. You could feel his eyes burning on your skin through that mask, making you look at him again. And without stopping his dirty movement, he just nodded his head again, before he started playing the instrument again.

What the actual fuck.

Billion small questions were inside your mind.

You always had those small feelings for Touya, but yet you always suppressed them for the shake of your friendship.

Well at that moment, all those feelings were exploding like a fireworks inside of you.

Since Keigo ordered you a new drink, you decided to finish the one in your hand. You could feel Keigo‘s arm around your shoulder, but your eyes couldn‘t leave Touya.

The way he was moving there, everything about him was suddenly unbearably attractive. Like he could sense your eyes on him, Touya made his way toward the part where your table was.

Banding down a little, his mask was facing you once again. Not giving a shit that your friends were around, hyping him up. Nodding again, he placed his left arm behind his back. His right hand was on the strings, moving his hand as he was playing it. You weren‘t sure if your friends were too drunk to notice, but he was moving his hand extremely fast, only his middle finger touching the strings of his guitar.

Once you realised that once again he had something else in his mind, imitating the way of rubbing a clit, your eyes widened. And once he was sure you understood him, he nodded his head again, not stopping his movement at all.

The blush spread over your face faster than ever, and you found yourself thankful for the decision to drink, since your friends won’t question the redness covering your face.

After that interaction with Touya, your friends simply continued with the night and the crazy party, yet you were stuck in the moment, not being able to push the image of masked Touya and what he did at the stage.

It took you at least an hour to come to yourself, you drank few more drinks as you enjoyed the night with your friends. Of course that didn’t mean that Touya was done there. Nope, he was coming back every now and then, interacting with you in any way he could.

and once they were done, at your surprise he came to you and gave you his plectrum. A huge smile formed on your face when you took it from his gloved hand.

Nejire started jumping around excitedly before she gave you another drink. You could feel the stares of all the jealous girls, yet you didn’t mind it at all.

Even tho the band left the stage, the club was still full. The night just started and the atmosphere was too good just to leave.

The moment you felt your phone buzzing, you grabbed it immediately, knowing very well that its Touya who’s texting you.

From D4B1: ,, Got a cigarette for me doll ?‘‘

To D4B1: ,, Of course, but I‘m not sure how to give it to you tho ?‘‘

From D4B1: ,, Come to the stars in the hallway, near the toilets. I’ll wait for you upstairs.‘‘

After that message, you told Nejire how you‘ll go smoke one, hoping none of your friends will try to tag along. Being a good friend, she asked if she should come with you, but she didn’t push it once you said you’ll be fine and how you’ll come back fast.

You weren’t sure how to act, maybe it was because of all the alcohol in your system, but you felt like you were so suspicious to everyone. Looking around, you made your way upstairs.

Once you reached the middle, you jumped a bit once you saw Touya standing there with his mask on, laughing slightly at your reaction. Grabbing your wrist, he pushed you closer to him, placing his arms around your hips.

Not thinking twice, you placed your hands around his neck, smiling like you were high.

,, It was so gooooood‘‘ you said, almost screaming, hoping he can hear since the music was super loud.

,, Did you like it ?‘‘ Touya asked, rubbing your hips slowly. The moment he asked u that, you had a flashbacks of him abusing his guitar.

,, Yes, the atmosphere was really nice‘‘ you said acting dumb, not realising that the blush on your cheeks was selling you off.

,, So my girl liked the performance ?‘‘ he asked again, moving his hands to your butt slowly. His face was too close to yours, only mask being between the two of you. And even tho he still had a mask on, you could smell his breath, mix of cigarettes, alcohol and a mint gum.

Not being able to answer, you slowly nodded your head. Instead of saying anything, Touya took your hand, leading you upstairs towards the balcony, which you assumed was private one since no one was there.

In fact, the whole first floor was empty.

The moment he stepped inside some room, he took his mask off and threw it on the bed, before he opened the balcony. Stepping outside and sitting down on the bench as he took a deep breath of fresh air. Tilting his head toward your direction, he smiled when you gave him a cigarette.

The two of you enjoyed each other’s company. Listening to the loud music and screams, you finished smoking there.

,, Come here‘‘ Touya commanded, tapping on his lap. It wasn‘t a first time you sat on his lap, so without thinking much about it you did as he told you.

,, So, did you like it ?‘‘ Touya asked again, face way too close to your own.

,, I told you, it was amazing‘‘ you said fast, hoping he will buy your shit.

,, Don‘t act all dumb doll‘‘ he smirked, rubbing small circles under your dress. It was almost funny to you how a simple touch and few words could make you so lost. Almost hilarious how you’re the person who can always speak up their mind, yet sitting on your best friends lap, his hands holding your waist as he is looking down on you made you the most quiet person ever.

It took him all of his power to control himself. You were simply too cute, sitting there all lost, not expecting him to mention the silly act he did back on the stage. Instead of giving you some time to answer him, he placed his hands on your face, pulling you closer a bit.

He did give you a second there to pull back, smile forming on his face as you closed your eyes, waiting for him to make a move. And that was really enough for him, pulling your face foreword and connecting your lips together.

Two pecks were all that happened, before the kiss turned into a french one.

Touya grabbed your waist, standing up with you in his hands. The kiss was hella messy, yet it was so beautiful. His hands sink on your ass, squeezing it sharply as he made his way back to the room that was connected with the balcony.

,, Doll, I hope you want this as much as i do‘‘ Touya breathe out, managing to say it in between the kisses.

,, I want it more than you do‘‘ You half said half whispered. That was all he wanted to hear, even more. Sitting down on the bed, his hands squeezed your ass again, the left hand rising slightly to slap down. To say it didn‘t hurt would be a lie, but it was more as an unexpected pain.

There was something so inherently erotic about the way he held you and looked at you, about the way his fingers soothed circles into the same skin he slapped few seconds ago.

Hiding your face into his neck, you had the sudden urge to kiss him just below his earlobe, to swipe his white ear to the side and place your lips against his throat. And you do so, licking his soft skin temptingly. Groaning loudly, Touya switched the position, forcing you to lay down on the bed.

His eyes were scanning your face, lids half lowered as he admired how you look underneath him.

Touya took his time playing with you, rolling his tongue over your hips, snapping his teeth against your skin, biting all over again. He was working his way down exactly where you wanted him to be. One hand holding your hips, and other one playing with your underwear.

Your flesh was on fire, pulse racing so fast you were sure he could feel it through your skin. A loud moan escaped your lips as his tongue rolled against your clit. He didn‘t waste his time at all, he had to taste you.

Since you were moving too much, he wrapped his hands around your hips, working to constrict your movements, limiting your motion. You could feel his lips curling into a grin as you gave into his touch.

You were lost in his mouth, whining loudly not thinking about the fact that you were in a unfamiliar place and god knows if the door was even locked.

But how could you even think of that when your best friends tongue was doing wonders on you ?

You were too lost in the ecstasy to realise that one hand left your hips, too lost to figure out where it was going. Soon finding out when one finger slowly touches your clit, before slipping inside of you.

,, Fuck..‘‘ You moan, body jolting in surprise, jumping a bit when he thrusts yet another finger inside. Touya doesn‘t respond, too busy eating you out. The length of his fingers was like a bonus to you, flexing around your curve to hit your g spot. It didn‘t take you long until you started feeling the pulse of your orgasm growing inside you.

,, You taste so good doll‘‘ Touya‘s mouth breaks contact to tell you that, fingers still fucking against you way too fast. Your walls squeeze over his fingers, closing your eyes you placed one hand over your mouth trying to quiet yourself down as you came all over his fingers.

,, Good girl‘‘ Touya said, pulling his fingers out of you, as he played with your juices.

A small idea got inside his mind, nothing huge, but simply fun in his opinion. Watching you all breathless on the bed, he couldn’t help but smirk as he took his mask from the edge of the bed.

You were never sure what your kinks are, you never really experimented. And you never even thought about mask kink ? Just watching your best friend putting his Ghostface mask on and unzipping his pants made you twice as wet as you already were.

Touya‘s hand traced unter your dress, not bothering to get you out of it, leaving every piece of skin he touched on fire. He was touching your lips with his fingers, and without thinking much you simply opened your mouth, welcoming his fingers and sucking on them.

,, Is this what you want ?‘‘ Touya asked, giving you a chance to refuse him and go back to being friends. But who on the earth would refuse him ? Just hearing his voice, muffed because of the mask made you shiver.

You didn‘t even let him finish the question, nodding with your head almost aggressively, since you couldn‘t answer him with his fingers stuffing your mouth, almost fucking it.

,, My doll‘‘ he sighs, hidden behind the mask, while he lines himself up and finally pushes inside of you slowly. Agonisingly slowly. Hearing his muffed heavy breathing was driving you crazy, closing your eyes you enjoyed the feeling of his cock stretching you out, and simply listening to him. He didn‘t want to hurt you, pushing slowly. Not knowing that the slow pace already hurt enough, since it felt like he was stretching you out forever.

Not like you didnt like it. Somehow, it felt good. And then, you’re filled with him, cunt squeezing around his length.

Touya stays like that, masked face buried in your throat, cock twitching inside of you.

,, Touya‘‘ you moan quietly, touching the skin on his neck, one that the mask didn’t reach.

,, Jeez doll, you’re so tight‘‘ He mutters, easing himself out of you slowly, teasing. Until just the head of his cock is inside you. Once you moan, instead of saying anything, he snaps his hips, pushing back inside roughly.

Grabbing your hips, he pulls his body up, giving you a nice view of him. And there you have it. You didn‘t have a mask kink, but now you do.

Holding you still while he thrusts so hard, moving the whole bed. It was too much for you. His moans, that sounded even better under the mask, heavier. His firm hold, his hard thrusts. And just the fact that you were doing it with your best friend, it gave you the feeling like you were doing something forbidden.

It felt way too good.

Your fingernails scrabble against the wood of the bed, trying to grab onto anything to hold yourself. Even tho Touya was holding your hips, keeping you still.

,, Such a good girl‘‘ Touya pants, leaning over you until he is hitting you there deep inside.

You couldn‘t hold your moans, way too loud, not giving a fuck if anyone could hear. You clench around him again, whole body trembling while your pleasure builds.

,, Touya‘‘ you moan his name again, grabbing the mask, as give your best to remove it. And once it‘s gone, you‘re grabbing his face and pulling him to you, connecting his lips with your own.

As much as you liked the mask, it had to be gone. You had to see his face.

Your legs tremble as you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he moves his hips at one reckless speed. Smirk forming on his lips, as he moves his hand from your hip to your neck, giving you a perfect heckles.

The moment you felt the pressure around your throat, combined with his hard moves <our body accrues up and you can feel the second your body breaks beneath him, orgasm hitting you so hard you can see the whole Universum behind your eyelids.

Not sure if it was from the choking or the orgasm, but it felt good either way.

,, Good girl, you‘re taking it so well‘‘ Touya is saying when your ears stop ringing, and you‘re finally catching your breath again.

His thrusts have slowed, working you through your orgasm, waiting until the pulsing is gone. and then once again, he‘s slamming his hips against you, reaching his own high and painting your walls white.

The two of you stayed in bed just like that, in your own world as always, far away from everyone else.

The two of you made your way back to others, once Touya was done cleaning you all up, before he was stating how you should actually go back there with his cum still inside you, since everyone should know that you‘re already taken.

His property

And no one else‘s.

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steddieas-shegoes · 3 months

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she runs a tight ship

rated t | for @strangerthingsocweek day 1 "introduction" | 1,573 words cw: mentions of illness (just a cold), mildly suggestive language | tags: future fic, corroded coffin, original character, robin gets to have a girlfriend because i said so

author note: a lot of meg's original backstory also revolves around OCs that other people have created, so I've doctored it up a bit to fit in without pulling the other OCs into the mix.

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Meg rolled her eyes the moment she walked onto the tour bus.

The boys, and they were in fact boys since they refused to act like grown men, had left clothes scattered across the floor and couch, empty beer bottles and bags of chips on the table, and a pack of cigarettes on the counter.

Unbelievable.

But actually, totally believable.

They weren’t always like this. It’s just that the first night of the tour was always a celebration when they got off stage and Meg had the unfortunate task of making sure they were alive and prepared for the rest of the tour.

She wasn’t their manager, or security, or really anyone of importance in the grand scheme of things. All of those people were just not good at the job, and she took over quickly to ensure the members of Corroded Coffin didn’t end up ruining their careers before they even got started.

“If I see a single ass cheek when I come back there, I’m quitting!” She yelled towards the back of the bus. It was an empty threat, and they knew it, but she’d seen enough ass cheeks to last a lifetime.

She leaned over to pick up the pile of pants and pair of boots right in front of the door, face crumpling into disgust as she caught a whiff of sweat and weed.

“Meg, good to see ya!” Gareth said as he came from behind the curtain leading to the bunks. “Are we in Cinci already?”

“Yep.” She popped her mouth and continued picking things up off the floor. “Soundcheck in two hours. You guys have to at least try to get your shit together for it.”

“We will! You doin’ okay?” Gareth started gathering the trash on the table, throwing it all in the trash can without even seeing what was full and empty.

“Yeah. Good show last night. Didn’t think you’d do the new one on your first night,” Meg admitted. She’d worked on the song with them for weeks in the studio, curating it exactly to their tastes while still staying true to her own style. She didn’t think it would make the setlist at all, especially since they hadn’t even decided if it would make the next album yet, but sure enough, they performed it last night.

And they’d given credit to their “amazing songwriter friend who made sure they didn’t die or forget to eat.”

She would never admit to the tears that fell when she watched them perform their song.

“Ed and Robin agreed it should be a surprise. I think they both just wanted to see you cry,” Gareth nudged her on his way over to grab the guitar on the couch to put it into its case. “Steve told them not to.”

“This is why Steve’s my favorite,” she joked. Well, half-joked. She considered Steve to be the other half to her Keep Corroded Coffin On Track Team. Without him, Eddie would have been left at a rest stop the first time they went on the road.

“Yeah, that’s no secret.” She could hear the eyeroll in Gareth’s voice, but chose to ignore it. “He was snoring so bad last night, I almost had to consider kicking him off the bus.”

“Wait. Snoring? Steve doesn’t snore unless he’s-”

“Fuck.”

They both realized at the same time what was coming. Gareth looked back at Meg, eyes wide.

“Not now! It’s the beginning of tour!”

“Maybe if I load him up with vitamin C? I have a whole vitamin kit in the van and Robin has that nebulizer for her breathing treatments.”

A round of sneezes came from the back and Meg cursed under her breath.

“He’s gotta get away from everyone. He can take the van with Robin and I’ll bunk on your couch for a few days. Did he have a fever?” Meg was known for being dramatic over small inconveniences, but this wasn’t small. It had the potential to ruin tour dates. If anyone in the band got sick, it could ruin a concert.

“Don’t know. I don’t think so? He seemed fine when we went to sleep. He passed out before all of us though.” Gareth quickly set the guitar down and opened the cabinet closest to the bus door. “We’ve got cold meds. Some cough syrup. Tylenol. Cough drops. You think that’ll be enough?”

Meg nodded. “For now. Let’s see how bad it is first.”

They didn’t have to wait long. Eddie and Jeff came out at the same time, panic written all over their faces.

Meg sighed. “Bad?”

They nodded.

“Okay, stay away from him. It could already be too late, but you guys have to stay healthy.” Meg grabbed the basket of meds and a bottle of water from the fridge. “All of you get outside, tell Robin what’s up, and go with security into the building. I’m gonna get him settled in the van and scrub this place from top to bottom.”

“But I’ll miss him,” Eddie pouted. “How long does he have to stay in the van?”

“Until he can breathe through both nostrils.”

“Can any of us ever really breathe through both nostrils?” Eddie wondered.

Meg blinked at him. “Get a shirt on and get out of here before I make it impossible for you to breathe out of one nostril.”

Eddie threw his head back and groaned. Jeff patted his shoulder and turned to grab a shirt that was still on the couch.

“It’s okay man. Might just be a little cold. Could pass quick!” Gareth tried to reassure him, but Meg could already see how this was gonna go.

She was surrounded by slightly codependent idiots. She loved them all dearly, but she needed them to function individually sometimes.

The door banged open and Robin came up the steps.

“I swear, I sleep in one time and my girlfriend abandons me for her harem of idiot men.” She glances between everyone and tenses. “What’s wrong?”

“You stupid soulmate is sick,” Meg grumbled. “Everyone is in the process of leaving this bus before it happens to them.”

“I’ll wake up Frankie. He’s gonna be pissed,” Jeff sighed. “He got his pillows just right.”

“I’ll get him, you guys go,” Meg shooed them away, waiting for them to all leave before turning to Robin. “Hey, Robbie. Sorry I didn’t wake you up, just wanted you to get plenty of sleep.”

Robin leaned her head on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, babe. Steve gonna make it?”

“Haven’t put eyes on him yet. Think you could go check? I gotta avoid getting sick, too. The less I’m around him, the better,” Meg handed her the basket and kissed the side of her head. “Get him to the van so he can contaminate that area instead.”

“But then I’ll get sick.” Robin pouted.

Meg couldn’t resist leaning down and pulling Robin’s bottom lip between her teeth, smirking when she let out a yelp.

“You’ll be fine. You’ve got a strong immune system. Promise I'll make it up to you in a few days. Maybe we could convince them to let us have a hotel room so we can-,” Meg said, pulling away when she heard shuffling behind the curtain. “Oh, good, it’s you. The rest of the guys are gone. Steve’s sick. Don’t come back in here until I give the go ahead.”

Frankie yawned, scratched his head, and nodded. “Got it.”

He was slowly becoming her favorite just by the fact that he never really argued with her. Maybe that was because he was terrified of her, but she could enjoy her power a little if she wanted to.

He walked out of the bus in his pajamas, probably not awake enough to realize he wasn’t properly dressed, but also probably not caring at all that he wasn’t. Frankie was a chill guy.

“Eddie?” Steve’s pitiful raspy voice came from behind the curtain. “Eds?”

“I’ll go,” Robin gave one final kiss to Meg’s lips before walking behind the curtain.

Meg only caught a glimpse of Steve, but a glimpse was all she needed to come to the conclusion that he was miserably sick and she needed to air this bus out immediately. She could hear Robin gently explaining where everyone was and trying to bribe him to put some comfy clothes on to move to the van.

She looked around and wondered what he’d touched last night before going to bed.

She opened the window behind the couch, and propped the window by the sink open to get some fresh air in the bus.

“Sorry I’m sick,” Steve suddenly said behind her, his eyes glassy and nose and cheeks bright red with fever and congestion. “Don’t know how.”

Meg smiled sadly at him. “Not your fault, bud. Just make sure to keep your distance from the guys until your fever’s gone. Don’t need them all getting sick at once and having to postpone a concert.”

Steve nodded sadly. “Okay. Can you tell Eddie I love him?”

“‘Course I can.”

Steve was acting like he was dying, but Meg didn’t say anything. Robin had been honest about a lot of her past, their past, but couldn’t say everything. She knew why they were all a bit codependent on each other. Sometimes small things like the common cold felt like a monster they couldn’t fight.

As Robin led Steve out of the bus, Meg made a checklist in her head of everything she needed to do before the show tonight.

Taking care of her boys was always top priority.

#stranger things #strangerthingsocweek #writing challenge #original character #corroded coffin #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harrington #side steddie #gareth emerson #jeff #frankie or unnammed freak who i have decided is frankie

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lunatiqez · 9 months

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“PICNIC DATES” — Texas McCormick

PAIRING: Texas McCormick x GN!Reader

GENRE: Romance

SUMMARY: Texas decides that your first date should be a picnic date.

WORDCOUNT: 1.8k

A/N: I LOVE TEXAS MCCORMICK!!!! I will say though,, don’t rlly like this fic tbh. Anywho!! Requested by @mictodii and proofread by @lu-vin-it !!

YOU AND TEX HAD BEEN DATING FOR A month. And, this being Tex’s first relationship, he didn’t want to screw anything up. He wanted everything to go perfectly, especially dates.

“Mace, me and Y/N been dating for a month! Can you believe that? One whole month!” Texas exclaims to his brother, his crooked smile showing how proud he was. Mason doesn’t pay much attention, instead he continues on reading the newspaper.

“Yeah? You take ‘em on a date?” He asks.

“A date? Of—“ Tex thinks for a second. “Of course I took them on a date already, c'mon man!”

In reality? Texas McCormick had never taken you on a date, not yet at least. It hadn’t even crossed his mind until then.

“You ain’t a very good liar, Tex.” Mason looks up at his younger brother, a smirk plasterer across his face.

“What’re you talkin’ about? I’ve taken Y/N on a date! Why don’t you believe me?” He pouts slightly.

“Well first off, if you did already you didn’t tell me, and I know you woulda told by now. You’re head over heels for Y/N, so if anything, you’d be braggin’ about it.”

Tex looks away, embarrassed. Mace goes back to reading nonchalantly.

“Well, well just watch! I’ll take them on a date!” Texas says as he stomps off to his room.

The next day, Tex walked up to you in the hallways at school and started a conversation, as always.

“Say, Y/N.” He says after you move on from your most recent topic.

“Yeah? Everything okay?” You ask him.

“How ‘bout we go on a date tonight, huh? For our one month?” He suggests. You smile widely.

“Of course we can! Whatdya wanna do?”

“Uhh,” he thinks for a moment, nervously rubbing his hands on his jeans. “Let’s go on a picnic! Down at that meadow, a little ways away from my house.” You nod and set a specific time— tonight at 8PM.

“Am I bringing the food, or are you?” You ask.

“I could, but—“

“I’ll bring it.” You interrupt him, already knowing that he's going to make up an excuse as to why he can’t bring the food.

“Wha- no, I will! I can do it!” You chuckle in response.

“Alright, but I’m bringing at least somethin’” you say. It was mostly so you don’t feel bad that Tex had to provide everything.

After you finished your painfully boring day at school, you went home. By then, it was about 3:30PM; you had 4 hours and 30 minutes.

Your mom came out of her room, so you decided to ask her now before it was too late.

“Hey, mom!” You said, catching her attention. She looked at you, wondering what was the matter. “Can I go out with Tex tonight? Like, at 8? He wants to take me to a picnic.” She placed her hands on her hips and sighed.

“We won’t be back late, I promise! ‘N dad won’t have to take care of Banjo at all this week, I’ll do it all myself!” You said, trying to convince your mother to let you go.

“You’re supposed to be doin’ that already. She’s your horse.” You shrunk slightly.

There was an awkward silence until your mom broke it by sighing once more.

“Go ahead, but if you ain’t in this house by 10 I’m havin’ your father lock you out, you’ll sleep on the porch.” She rolled her eyes. You chuckled at her remark.

You let a few hours pass, and by now it was 6:30. You decided that you would get ready now, because you wanted to look and feel your best for your first date with your boyfriend. Suddenly, you got an idea to make cookies for Tex.

Cookies were his all time favorite food. Sometimes, you think he loved them more than he loved you. He would always go on about how much he craved cookies, and how his favorite cookies were chocolate chip. So that’s what you made.

You got all of your ingredients in order and began to make the dough. After that was done, you rolled them into small balls and placed them on a sheet. By now, it was getting close to 7, so you popped the cookies in the oven, set the timer for 20 minutes, and went to go get ready.

You hopped in the shower, making sure you used your best smelling body wash. After about 10 minutes, you got out and went to get dressed.

You took a while deciding on what to wear, but ultimately decided on your nicest pair of riding jeans, a navy blue button up, and Tex’s denim jacket that you stole from him a while back.

After you were done, you went to the kitchen and, right on time, the kitchen timer dinged— indicating that the cookies were done baking.

You grabbed an oven mitt and put it on, pulling the cookie sheet out.

The cookies looked delicious. They were a perfect golden brown, and not too hard, but also not too mushy. You smiled proudly and set them on the counter to cool off.

You threw the mitt on the counter next to the cookies and turned the oven off.

Then, you found a wicker basket. After another 10 minutes, the cookies were cooled off and ready to be eaten. So, you took a spatula and after getting them off the cookie sheet, you placed them delicately on a plate from your cupboard and then put the plate in the basket, leaving it on the counter and going to get Banjo ready.

You rushed out to the stable, excited to see your horse.

“Hey, Banjo!” You greeted the animal. She neighed in response.

After giving her some praise, you began to get her ready. You placed her saddle on her and tightened it around her stomach.

“Ready to go see your boyfriend, huh?” You asked her, chuckling at your joke. “Yeah, me too.”

After getting your horse saddled up, you went back inside to grab the basket. Before heading out the door, you grabbed a handful of carrots from your fridge and tossed them in your basket as well.

You went to the stables again, basket in hand, and balanced the food carefully on a thick fence, jumping up onto Banjo. You had her walk to the fence where the food was sitting and grabbed it, holding onto it carefully.

It was getting pretty close to 8, so you had Banjo hurry to Tex’s house, it only being a little ways from your house— since you both had horses, you both had to live out of town, making you essentially faraway neighbors.

Banjo trotted to Tex’s house, making it annoying to hold the basket still.

“You’re so stubborn, Banjo, can’t you just hold still?” You asked her as if she knew what you were saying.

Before you knew it, it was 7:58 and you were entering Tex’s yard. Mace was on the porch talking with Lem, Banjo walked up past the cars and you stopped her.

“Hey, Mace!” You said to him. He stopped his conversation with Lem and stood up to talk to you.

“Hey, Y/N, been a while huh?” He asked you.

“Mhm! Is Tex here?”

“Oooh shit!” Lem said. “Tex got someone? Huh?” You giggled.

“Uh huh,” you said as you subconsciously pet your horse.

“I don’t think we ever met,” Lem says as he walks over to you. “I’m Lem— one of Tex and Mace’s buddies. Bet you already figured that though, huh?” You smiled and nodded.

“I’m Y/N! Y/N Y/L/N.” You introduced yourself. Mason then informed you that Tex was getting Rowdy ready to go right now.

You went out to the back and shouted for your boyfriend.

He then came out of the dark stable on Rowdy, a basket in hand just like you.

“Hey, babe.” He said, his smile widening. “Was gettin’ scared, I didn’t think you’d show up.” You scoffed.

“You really think that low of me, Texas McCormmick?” You asked

“Well, no, I just— Y’know, it was getting near 8! I just thought you forgot or somethin’.” Tex rambled off, making you laugh.

“Let’s go, you got a blanket?” You asked him.”

“Uh huh.”

With that, you said your goodbyes to Lem and Mace and went off to a nearby meadow. On your ride there, Tex took notice of your basket.

“What’s in there?” He asked you, pointing to it.

“Surprise.” You smirked at him. He scoffed.

When you reached your destination, it was nice and quiet, the only sounds being a stream of water and crickets chirping.

The two of you hopped off your horses and Tex laid the quilt out on the ground, making sure it was perfect. To your surprise, he also pulled out 2 candles and a lighter. You giggled when you saw them.

“What??” He asked innocently. “It’s gonna get dark out, we need them!”

When he lit the candles, you sat down with him.

��Did you bring food?” You asked him.

“Course I did, see?” Tex showed you the food he brought.

Grapes, potato chips, and sliced apples. You laughed aloud at the assortment of food. Tex furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s so funny??” He asked you, confused.

“Nothin, nothin.” You said as you stopped laughing and pulled your basket near you.

“I made us cookies!” Tex’s face lit up and he smiled wider than ever.

“Hell yea! I love cookies!” He cheered as he dug through the basket, throwing the carrots aside.

“Oh yeah, those are for Rowdy and Banjo.”

Tex immediately dug into the cookies, taking about 3 at a time.

“Hey, hey!” You shouted at him. “Geez, save some for me!” He laughed as he bit into his first sweet.

“These are real good, Y/N. Thanks for bringin ‘em.” He thanked you as he laid on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. You mirrored him so that you were facing each other.

“Tex, what made you think of a picnic, out of all things?” You asked out of genuine curiosity.

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “I just thought it would be somethin’ you liked. And of course we had to bring Rowdy and Banjo along.” Texas motioned to the horses as they grazed next to the two of you.

“I see.” You then changed your position so you were laying flat on your back and looking at the stars. Tex followed your eyes and that brought him to the sky, aswell.

“Stars are nice and bright out, huh? No clouds.” He commented. You nodded in silence.

Tex then brought himself to lay with you, placing his head gently on your stomach. You instinctively grabbed his hair and began playing with it. It was nice and silky, his hair was one of your many favorite things about him.

There was a moment of silence before Texas asked you, “How’s this for a first date? Did we do good?”

“I love it, Tex.” You responded softly. “You did good. I love you.” Texas chuckled.

“A lot of people do.” You flicked the side of his head.

“Ow! Cut that out!”

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madwomansapologist · 8 months

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Mint chip — how did they court their lover? + Bruce/Batman 😳🙏

mint chip — how did they court their lover?

⤷ with: bruce wayne

I actually can talk about it with proper knowledge because he's my husband. So much easier that way.

It will really depend on who you meet first. The whole flow of your relationship (either it's as friends, enemies, lovers), can be decided in minutos upon Bruce meeting you.

If you meet Bruce Wayne first, his whole playboy persona will be an important part of your first interactions.

If you're a reporter who can see through his act, than there would be a sense of a shared secret between you both. You made through one of his many masks, which brings you closer to the real person. In cases like that, his courting will be more honest. There is no need to pretend to be shallow.

He will watch over you, both as Bruce and Batman. He will watch you on the news, hear all your programs during work (it help him focus), read your articles. Then when he talks to you, he can talk about the things that matter to you. He will also watch recording the news whenever he know you're on a dangerous place. He will protect you from afair without you even knowing.

If you're someone from his friend circle, another bilionaire of Gotham, than he have this mask he won't let go. But even tho you had to deal with his act, there is some sense of belonging. Of understanding him. Bruce can pretend from whoever long he need, but there is no way to foolish a real friend.

You care about him. You can see how he apparently doesn't sleep. That he's always in pain somehow. And when Bruce understands that his act didn't fully confused you, then he knows he have someone caring for him. Someone able to look at him and call his bullshit out. Someone that will kick him off parties saying he needs to sleep or he will never see you again.

If that's the case, than Bruce will court you as most imagine. Flowers, caring for you during your day by day, showing his more possessive side during events. In some ways, Bruce will be trying to give all you care back to you.

Now as an enemy, that would be kind of dificult for the both of you. You two have diferences that can't be overlooked. There is a abysm between you both, and somehow that's what brings you closer to one another. There is a sense of understanding, of longing, that can only be shared by two enemies.

You both have secrets. Masks and more masks to protect yourselfs. Is he Bruce Wayne, the man that suffers and loses and pretends, or is he Batman, the thing that endure and change and pretend? Which one is the real one and which one the act? How could he ever come to an answer for that?

And you, the love he feels for you, will just make those questions harder to answer. When he fights with you, he would rather not hurt you. If he sees you, he would observe you for more reasons than just the public safety. When he has the chance of really stopping you, somehow he can't.

What every situation has in common is that Bruce will love from distance before getting close. He will protect you, you being able to do it for yourself or not. He may stay away out of distrust, to protect, to learn more about you: let's not forget, he's a vigilante but first he's a detective. Bruce will make sure that he understands you before doing something.

You may know just one side of him, but do you really? Because when you care about Bruce's sleep, you are caring for Batman's rest. When you care about Batman agressive choices, you're caring about Bruce's heart. When you try to understand one side of him, you are also trying to understand the other.

Either way, that will make Bruce care about you. And isn't his whole identity about caring for others? Isn't it what makes him get out of bed every single day? Bruce cares. He deeply, really cares. And if you're on the list of people he loves, then you will be safe. Not matter what it takes.

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

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indigoraysoflight · 11 months

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Where is Our Daryl?

Before watching TWD, I’d heard of Daryl Dixon and expected some action hero, bad boy, devil-may-care dude who dripped testosterone and acted like a typical macho man protagonist. When I started TWD…

Daryl Dixon Proved Me Wrong in 5 Minutes

Norman Reedus’ performance in “Tell It to The Frogs” was beautiful. He leaned into Daryl’s wounds and portrayed the nuances of his character. Past his angry outburst, his squirrel throwing, and his aggressive demeanour – I saw a wounded man who lost the only person he had left in the world.

Daryl hid behind his anger to avoid being vulnerable. He had never seen an ounce of kindness in his life and didn’t know what to do with it. He fought the world to survive it and didn't know any other way to live. His heart was hidden behind layers and layers of trauma. But soon, that changed.

Cherokee Rose

Like so many, I fell in love with Daryl when he gave Carol a Cherokee rose so she wouldn’t lose hope. At that moment, he let his guard down for the first time on the show – and we got to see his heart. Then he continued to search for Sophia even though it almost cost him his life. In Carol’s own words, Daryl did more for Sophia in one day than Ed ever did in his whole life – and she wasn't even his child.

That won my heart (and Carol’s).

Daryl’s Heart

Norman said in a few interviews that Daryl is a character that wears his heart on his sleeve. Daryl told us – non-verbally AND verbally – how important Carol was to him. Whether it’s standing up to Rick with “That’s her, but that ain’t her,” or threatening Richard with “If anything happens to her, I’ll kill you,” or telling Carol “I love you,” – Daryl wore his heart on his sleeve so everyone knew it belonged to Carol.

Daryl’s Vulnerability

Daryl learned how to be vulnerable in the soft moments with Carol. Many times we saw him get thrust into moments that forced his vulnerability to show itself (when he found out Merle’s fate in S1 and S3, when Negan paraded him around in Alexandria, when he had his outburst in “Still”, etc). But with Carol, he was different. Daryl consciously and consistently decided to show his raw, vulnerable side to Carol so she could see him – all of him.

Daryl's Growth

The Daryl I fell in love with grew in the quiet moments when his character made choices to become a better version of himself. Carol helped start that journey by breaking his trauma bond with physical intimacy the moment she kissed his forehead, and showed him kindness in S2. But Daryl made a conscious choice to redefine himself and work on himself.

We saw a side of Daryl that was rooted in his vulnerability to show us his growth in moments like these —

When Daryl held Judith in his arms and fed her formula

When Daryl called Rick out for banishing Carol, and for using Michonne as bait for the Governor

When Daryl encouraged Michonne to stay with them in S4

When Daryl told Joe and his group to take blood from him and leave Rick, Carl and Michonne alone

When Daryl took a self-help book in Atlanta, and killed the walkers, so Carol wouldn’t have to

When Daryl protected Lydia from the people in Alexandria

When Daryl caressed Carol’s face, brushed her tears, made her a bracelet, and held her close in her dark moments

Or the countless other moments that have made a home in my heart.

Daryl – A Man of Honour

I hope that the S1 of this spinoff honours Daryl’s softness, vulnerability, and integrity. So far, what I’ve heard about S1 gives me pause and makes me wary.

TWD S11 already chipped away at Daryl’s growth. He was in situations where he was tortured, he succumbed to his darkness and made choices that didn’t reflect his character development. In the end, those dark story beats didn’t impact or grow his character in any way, and he went back to the Daryl we know in the final moments of the show.

I hope we don’t get another version of TWD S11 in the S1 of the spinoff. I’m sure we’ll get to see the Daryl we know and love when Carol gets there, because she always brings out the best in him – but I don’t know if I’m willing to hold out hope until then.

I genuinely wish that S1 proves me wrong, but I won't be paying a dime until I know my trust is not misplaced.

TV shows are littered with action heroes, bad boys, toxic alpha male protagonists. But there is only one Daryl Dixon – who broke that generic stereotype because…

That ain’t him.

#caryl #caryl spinoff #darylneedscarol #darylneedscaryl

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sadhours · 7 months

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just the two (ok maybe four) of us • part two

by @buckysgrace and i

contents: 18+ minors dni, smut, p in v, sex in front of others

read on ao3

“Don’t forget Friday,” Kim looked over her shoulder, glancing at Billy from her vanity. One of her eyelashes was decorated with mascara while the other remained normal, “You remember what’s happening, right?” He licked his bottom lip as he sat at the edge of her bed. He fumbled with his shirt for a moment.

“Yes?” He questioned, narrowing his eyes a bit as he tried to remember what was on Friday. He raked his mind, trying to search for what she may be talking about. His mind was still fairly fuzzy from their session early this morning. She had been just as loud, if not worse from how overstimulated she still was.

He felt like laughing, knowing that he really had gotten the last word with Steve. Even though Steve had surprised him last night. Gina was louder than usual but he was sure she was just pretending to be nice.

“Steve’s performing at this bar,” She started slowly and he already felt himself groaning in annoyance, “You promised you’d go.” She whined, linking her fingers together as she begged him. Billy raised his eyebrows, knowing from that statement she was lying.

“When did I ever promise to watch him perform?” He laughed as he questioned her, knowing that he had no interest in seeing the dweeb perform. He was fairly certain that they were lying about just how well he could sing.

“He’s really good,” Kim said quickly as she bounced her feet against the floor, “And he doesn’t have many friends. I’m sure he’d love it if you came.” She said as she fluttered her eyelashes at him, looking at him hopefully. Billy grumbled, unsure of how he was supposed to say no to her cute little face.

“Does he have any friends?” Billy questioned, looking at her seriously, “And Gina doesn’t count.” He said seriously, noticing the way she was beginning to speak quickly. She paused as she settled herself towards the mirror again.

“He has a friend,” Kim confirmed as she began to work on her makeup again, “Besides, it’ll be at a bar. You can get as drunk as you want.” She said simply, brushing off the way he was beginning to grumble and whine again.

“What do I get out of this?” He asked her seriously. She glanced over her shoulder, a knowing look in her eyes as she put her tube of mascara away. She sauntered towards him, rubbing her slender fingers across his broad shoulders.

“Whatever you want,” She promised, pecking his lips with her glossed ones, “I will be under your command for that whole night.” She said sweetly, her lips curling into a little smile as she peered at him. He jolted his head back and forth, pretending to think about it.

“That’s dangerous of you,” He told her seriously, but smiled anyway as he tilted his head up to kiss her again. He wondered if they could sneak in another round before class started. He decided against it, remembering the last time they’d spent all day in her bed, “Fine but I’m not happy about it.” She squealed softly, giving him a big hug.

“Thank you!” She exclaimed a little too cheerily for his taste. His eyes narrowed a bit, still wondering why she cared so much about him becoming friends with Steve. They were fine before him, they would be fine afterwards.

He followed her out the room, watching the way her hips moved in the tight leggings she was wearing. He admired the gentle curve of her ass and her exposed pale skin. She opened her arms dramatically, toppling into Gina as she gave her a hug.

“You’re cheery this morning,” Gina pointed out, smiling as she passed Steve a bowl of cereal. Billy snorted, thinking that Steve was fairly pathetic if he couldn’t make his own bowl. He opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs and some milk. Billy would show Steve how to really wow the girls, “And loud.” Gina snorted as she reached for the cereal box.

“I’m making chocolate chip pancakes,” Billy reached his hand out, stopping her before she could fully grab it, “Your favorite. And it’s the only way I can ever get her to wake up in a good mood.” He grinned, looking over his shoulder to watch the way Steve was grumbling into his bowl. Kim’s face was red.

“Who's paying for it?” Steve muttered underneath his breath, but still loud enough for Billy to hear. Billy thought about sniping back that Steve could clearly afford a much bigger house for Gina on his own, but fell silent as Kim wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Be nice,” She whispered softly, swaying back and forth with him as he began to mix the ingredients together. He breathed in, forcing a smile as he nodded back towards her, “I’ll make it worth your wild.” She added as she pressed a gentle kiss against the crook of his neck.

He made seven pancakes total, deciding that he would be nice enough to leave Steve the smallest and most burnt pancake. Kim sent him a look but didn’t say anything, her own smile on her lips as she rambled to Gina about some of the gossip she’d heard in one of her classes.

“Thanks,” Steve replied dryly as Billy plopped the pancake down in front of him, “But I’m full.” He nodded his head, his features wrinkled up in irritation. Billy grinned, clasping a hand harshly against his shoulder.

“You deserve it big boy,” Billy grinned widely, liking the way he easily got underneath Steve’s skin, “It sounds like she came for the first time in a long time.” He couldn’t help the smirk that formed as Steve’s jaw dropped and his eyebrows rose.

“Excuse me?” Steve spit out, looking completely stunned. Billy traced his tongue across his bottom lip, making sure that the girls were still too deep in conversation to notice what he was saying.

“Oh just a conversation I heard the other day,” Billy lied, though it pleased him to see how Steve’s features contorted into worry. Billy shuffled a large bite of pancakes into his mouth, taking his time to chew as Steve waited on the edge of his seat, “She just mentioned how she’d been having to fake orgasms recently.” He shrugged his shoulders, laughing to himself as he knew there was no such conversation. Steve turned to Gina, his brown eyes wide in concern.

“She said that?” He asked, his cheeks reddening a bit as he gulped hard. Billy nodded his head as he chewed, sending Kim a little wave as she looked over. He played it off, making it look like they were getting along.

“Oh yeah,” He replied to Steve, “You know I could offer you some tips. It would cost ya of course, but it would keep Gina interested.” Steve’s eyes were wide as he stared at his plate, looking like he was debating everything he’d ever done in the bedroom.

Billy smirked to himself as he finished the rest of his pancakes, knowing that he had clearly gotten under Steve’s skin. It was all worth it in his opinion. The little dweeb thought that he was better than him when he clearly wasn’t.

“I can drop you off,” Billy offered as the girls began to pick up their school bags, “We’ll be in the same building today.” He told Gina, smiling as he rubbed Kim’s exposed skin gently. Gina laughed.

“Well aren’t you sweet,” She rolled her eyes but nodded her head, “Sure. I’ll see you later babe.” She waved a hand, noting how Steve’s classes didn’t start until far later in the afternoon.

Billy licked his bottom lip, making sure that Steve was still watching as he gripped Kim’s chin. He tilted her head back, making her look up at him before he puckered his lips and slowly spit into her mouth. She sighed, moaning gently as she swirled her tongue around her mouth before she swallowed it. Her eyes were filled with lust once again as she moved her body closer to him.

“Hi,” She breathed out, her eyes raking over his features, “You’re bad.” She giggled, telling him what he already knew. He smacked her ass hard, grinning as he squeezed her ass in his hand. She bit her lip as she pulled away, heading towards the door.

He picked his keys up, glancing towards Steve’s parted mouth and wide eyes. He looked as if he’d never seen something so deranged before. It filled Billy with pride, thinking about how easily he could upset Steve’s world.

“Have a good day, Pretty Boy.” Billy grinned, sending Steve a sly wink before he slammed the door shut behind him.

Steve was still trying to process Billy literally spitting into Kim’s mouth. Are girls into that? Does Gina want him to spit in her mouth? He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his dick twitch when he watched. Maybe he wants to try it. He can’t really picture himself doing it though, and he’s not sure what that exactly means. God, he needs a shower.

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Steve’s not sure what he expects when he gets back to Gina’s that night. He was kind of hoping Billy would have some fraternity shit but he’s in the kitchen when Steve goes to put the pack of beer he brought in the fridge. Billy stops him short and pulls one from the pack, winking as he does so. Steve sighs and grabs one for himself after he puts it away. Of course the asshole’s cooking again. But hey, Steve has his own talents. In fact, his guitar is in his car. He thinks about grabbing it and messing around a bit on the couch.

“Where are the girls?” Steve asks, cracking open the bottle of Stella with his keychain beer opener. Billy uses a lighter to open his. Steve can’t decide who wins that contest.

Billy downs half the beer in one swig, but Steve’s not surprised. He’s heard what hazing is like. Assumes Billy can drink him under a table. He licks his lips as he pulls the bottle away and tells Steve, “Kim’s room, I think.”

“What are they doing?” Steve wonders aloud, eyebrows raised.

The blonde grins from ear to ear, a sadistic look in his eye as he suggests, “Maybe they’re fucking.”

“What?” Steve gapes, like Billy’s uncovered a secret or something.

“Scissoring?” Billy frowns, tilting his head. “Maybe they’re sixty-nining.”

Steve rushes to Kim’s room, Billy following close, grabs Steve’s shoulder as he’s about to twist the doorknob open, “Which do you think is hotter?”

“What are you talking about?” Steve whispers back, looking at Billy with squinted eyes.

“Scissoring or sixty-nining? Which would you rather see?” Billy replies hushed, but like it’s obvious what he meant.

Both, Steve thinks. Both would be really cool to see. He feels perverted suddenly, standing there discussing this with Billy. So he ignores him and opens the door, his stomach twisting with anticipation. Then he feels like a fucking idiot when he sees the pair of them on Kim’s bed, text books open. Of course they weren’t fucking. This isn’t some porno, Steve reminds himself. Besides, that would be cheating and Gina wouldn’t do that to him. As badly as he would like to watch the girls fuck, they wouldn’t do that.

“Hi,” Kim says, waving to the boys.

Gina turns her head towards the door, smiling wide when she sees Steve, “Babe, I didn’t know you’d be here so soon. Thought you had practice.”

Steve watches as she climbs off the bed and saunters over, wrapping her arms around his neck. Billy’s still standing behind him. He should probably do something to compete with the spitting this morning. But Steve’s a bitch and he can’t, all he can do is kiss her quickly. He’s too nervous, doesn’t really feel like doing anything sexual to Gina with Billy’s breath on his face.

“Yeah, well, Matt had to work late,” Steve explains, “We’ll practice tomorrow.”

Gina nods, running her fingers through his hair, “Kim and I are almost finished. We’ll be out soon.”

She kisses Steve’s cheek before walking back over to the bed and he shuts the door, turning to look at Billy with that dumb fucking smirk plastered on his face. “You’re an asshole, ya know that?” Steve groans, pushing past the guy and goes out to his car.

He grabs his guitar and small amp, bringing it in and setting up by the couch. Steve sits and opens up his case, picking up his all black Stratocaster and plugs in the quarter inch chord. He keeps the volume on his amp low, trying not to disturb the girls. A quick strum tells him he’s gotta tune. As Steve is fiddling with the strings and making sure they’re all in tune, Billy wanders into the living room with a towel hung over his shoulder. He scoffs, looking thoroughly annoyed. Steve takes that as a win but ignores the blonde and he eventually goes back to cooking. Steve files through the catalog in his head. An obvious choice would be the song he wrote for Gina. However, he’s played it so much for her that he doesn’t really need to practice it.

He starts strumming again, really just kind of messing around before he decides. Fingers through a solo or two before realizing there’s a song he’s been kind of fucking up when they play it live. He starts it, seamlessly even though he can’t seem to do that when he has an audience. Soon enough, Gina recognizes that he’s playing guitar and she and Kim come poking their heads out of her room. They look excited and Steve has to bite his lip to surprise his smile. He tries to play it cool, just offering them a glance as they sit on the couch beside him, practically in each other's laps. There’s a bit in the song that he kind of stumbles on, it’s hard to move his fingers that fast but hell, he wrote it so he better nail it before Friday.

“Play Freebird!” Billy calls from the kitchen and Steve knows it’s a dig, but he actually fucking knows how to. So he does, or he at least starts it and the blonde comes stomping into the living room, “You’re not actually supposed to.”

“Sorry,” Steve laughs, “You requested it.”

Billy’s eyes fall onto the girls and he looks even angrier, the way they watch Steve with dreamy eyes. “I thought musicians had integrity.”

And well it makes Steve laugh, because Billy would be one of the assholes to shout that whenever someone’s playing guitar. Steve’s heard it enough at open mics. And the same thing happens when Steve actually starts playing it, they get angry. It’s hilarious.

Steve ignores him and goes back to messing around and Gina’s poking his thigh with her foot, “Play my song.”

“Your song?” Billy raises an eyebrow.

Kim giggles, turning around to tell him, “Steve wrote a song for Gina. Isn’t that sweet?”

Billy smiles at his girlfriend, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Steve can see how he clenches his jaw after and he starts playing the song. Watching his fingers as he moves them up the fretboard until he’s got to sing. But he still gets too nervous to look at Gina so he keeps his eyes down.

“I am only half a man without you…”

Gina squeals whenever he sings that part, this time is no different. He can see in his peripheral vision that Kim squeezes Gina’s bicep too. Ha. Take that Billy.

“And I want you, baby, I need you. Seems untrue but I know I do. Each day is gonna be so blue, if we don’t get to see this through.”

He’s better at singing in front of people now, thanks to steady bookings and open mics and the occasional karaoke night. When he finishes the song, Gina’s crawling over and wrapping her arms around his waist. She kisses along his neck and whispers in his ear, “Thank you. I love you.”

Steve kisses her softly, “Love you.”

He smiles at her as she pushes his hair off his forehead.

—

Steve’s on the couch, scrolling through Reddit on his phone when Billy plops down next to him. He leans over to look at Steve’s phone with an amused face, “Can you see tits on there?”

He gives this annoyed look to Billy before replying, “Yeah. There’s porn on Reddit.”

“Pull some up,” Billy suggests nonchalantly and Steve is tempted for a second but it’s also too easy to make a dig at him.

“Is that what you do in your frat? Just a bunch of guys looking at porn together?”

“Sometimes,” Billy shrugs, “What? Like you’ve never looked at porn with a buddy?”

Steve shakes his head, “Can’t say I have. Seems kind of gay.”

Billy snorts and it makes Steve uneasy. He nudges his shoulder, “Come on. Show me.”

Steve sighs, clicking on the search bar which drops down his past searches. They’re mostly music subreddits and another for programming. He foolishly decided he would take a class in it this year and he’s drowning. He types ‘gone wild’ into the search bar. “This is like the big one, I guess, it’s mostly just girls promoting their only fans.”

Billy hums while Steve scrolls, “You think they get a lot of people from here?”

Steve shrugs, “If they’re hot, I guess.”

Kim and Gina come in from the kitchen, they’d done the dishes after dinner.

“What’re you guys looking at?” Kim asks as she sits next to Billy.

Steve drops his phone to his lap, “Nothing.”

“Naked chicks,” Billy answers truthfully, unashamed.

“Oh yeah?” Kim tilts her head.

“None of them as hot as you,” Billy purrs, wrapping his arm around Kim’s waist and pulling her onto his lap while he starts kissing her neck.

Steve squirms as he scoots further away, his skin flushed with embarrassment. Gina sits next to him, grabbing the remote. She doesn’t seem bothered by what they were looking at but Steve still feels ashamed. Gina picks a movie easily, some horror movie and cuddles up to Steve.

Billy’s lips hover over Kim’s skin as he peppers kisses up her neck. He pulls her hair away, getting a better angle before he licks at her skin again. She has a certain spot, just a few centimeters below her left ear that makes her whole body shiver when he touches it.

She gasps, just as he was expecting as he nips at the spot on her neck. He grins against her skin, knowing that he can’t sing but he sure can make her with just the lightest touch. He feels his cock stirring in his pants, wondering if Steve is watching him.

“That part used to scare me too,” Gina speaks up, totally wrapped up in the movie to notice, “Kinda cheesy now, don’t you think?” She’s questioning Steve and Billy finally looks over, noticing how Steve’s eyes are mixed with curiosity from watching the two. Billy’s lips curl up into a smirk as he winks at him, rocking Kim’s flushing form back and forth.

“Are you wearing panties?” He whispers low, his face inches from Kim’s red cheeks and she shakes her head slowly. He squeezes at her side, “Go take them off and grab a blanket.” He urges her, watching the way she takes off without protesting.

When he turns back around Steve’s features are written in disbelief, a telltale sign that he has been listening. Billy just shoots him a sly grin as he waits for Kim to return. Steve shakes his head, looking quite irritated as he turns away. Billy doesn’t give a damn.

“I got cold,” She says, sounding a little embarrassed as she crawls back onto Billy’s lap and covers them just as quickly. He doesn’t doubt it, but doesn’t reply as he’s shifting to pull his hard cock out and slide it into her wet cunt. He licked the corner of her mouth as he feels her stretch around him, “Mhm.” She slips out, turning her head quickly as she tried to pretend to be occupied with the movie.

He grins as he rubs her hips, pushing down on them until he’s fully bottomed out inside of her and just lets her sit there. They’ve done this a handful of times, but his favorite may have been when he was introducing her to his fraternity group. She had been the one to instigate it that time, but a little alcohol and weed always left her frisky.

Billy watches as Steve tries to shuffle further away, but is unable to by the size of the couch. Billy bites down on his lip and he’s scooting just a hair closer and kicking his leg out until it’s pressed against Steve’s, just because he can.

Billy’s always liked having an audience watch him, especially when he’s with Kim. It’s happened more than once where someone has walked in on them and he’s just fucked her through it. She always gets shy and bashful after, but the look in her eyes tells him that she likes it just as much. Although she may be sweeter, she’s just as big of a freak as he is.

She shifts her hips a bit, obviously struggling to keep from bouncing on his cock by the way her hands are gripping the blanket. He presses his nose against her cheek, nudging her softly until she’s turning downwards and pressing her lips against his heatedly. He kisses her slowly and dirty. Sliding his tongue inside of her mouth and licking away her spit as he notices Steve shifting in his spot again.

He can feel himself throbbing inside of her, his cock aching at the way she squeezes him so tightly. He’s tempted to reach between them and play with her clit, but decides against it. She never lasts long once he starts to do that, and he wants to savor the feeling of her tonight. It only makes it more worth it once he actually starts fucking her. She’s even louder, more feral.

“So like,” Billy’s turning to face Steve again, grinning at how Steve is obviously trying to avoid eye contact, “Does your little band just play music you wrote or like, do you play Taylor Swift too?”

“I only play that for Kim.” Steve says finally, his brown eyes warm as he turns to look at her. Only she’s not paying attention. Her fingertips are digging into Billy’s shoulder as she stares down at her lap, her features contorted together in pleasure like she’s fighting the urge to move. And Billy can tell that she is by the way she’s squirming against him.

“Hey,” Billy smirks, obviously pleased with her reaction as he lightly digs two fingers into her side. She jolts, her lips parting and shutting quickly as she tries to bite back a moan from her movements, “Steve was talking to you.” He pretends to frown, acting like it was rude. She blinks a few times, her eyes glazed over.

“Huh?” She breathes out, her eyes dilated and wide, “Oh, oh yeah. He’s really good.” Her tone is pitchy and rushed and she’s back to pressing her fingertips into his skin. Billy kisses her exposed shoulder, hiding his own grin as he feels triumphant as he turns to Steve. He starts to plot in his mind, thinking that he should have Kim on his cock the whole time so she doesn’t pay attention.

The night trickles by slowly and Billy can feel Steve growing more and more annoyed by the way Billy’s leg is pressed up against his. Billy’s ego soars in the fact that Steve can feel him stiffening each time he pushes up into Kim. He can feel Steve’s irritation each time a whimper slips free from her mouth, like he’s fully aware of what is happening.

Billy is tempted to pull out his phone and show Steve one of the many pictures or videos he has of Kim. He’s passed his phone around a dozen or so times around in his fraternity, liking the amazed look guys always get when he shows off just what his sweet little girlfriend is willing to do for him.

Kim’s squirming more and more as the night progresses and the look she sends him let’s him know she’s ready to retreat to her room. However, he’s not going to throw in the white flag that easily.

Steve perplexes him. Usually when he starts getting touchy with Kim in front of some poor bastard they start doing the same to their girlfriend. Steve doesn’t make a move to touch Gina in a similar way. He sits there still, doing his best to ignore Kim’s actions.

Gina’s soft sounds of sleep rattle Billy from his thoughts and he can hear Kim sighing in deep relief. Steve shifts for a moment, his back facing them as he attempts to pull Gina into his arms. Billy feels himself tensing up, sure that Steve is going to drop his girlfriend face forward onto the floor.

He finally gets a good balance as he rises, saying nothing as he carries Gina back towards her room. Kim is giggling as he shuts the door.

“That’s sweet,” She says gently, her eyes wandering over Billy’s features, “Steve is really sweet.” Billy scoffs in response, moving his hand up to grip her chin.

“You know it’s rude to talk about another man when you’re stuffed full of cock,” He smirks, sliding his tongue across his teeth at the way her eyes widen in pleasure, “Kinda makes you a bitch.”

She gapes as she’s shoving him backwards, his back lightly hitting the cushions as he smirks up at her. He licked his lips, moving his hands to her hips to steady her as she looked down at him.

“You need to be nice,” She drew out slowly, rocking her hips forward to earn a soft groan from him, “Are you jealous?” The glint in her eyes tells him she thinks it’s funny.

“Of that dweeb?” He grips her hips as he raises her along his cock before he roughly drops her on top. She moans loudly, her eyes fluttering shut tightly as he continues those rough motions, “What’s to be jealous of?” He questions, but she’s too far gone to answer.

“Oh God,” She cries out, her cunt dripping along his thick cock as he continues to rock her up and down the length of him. She rests her palms against his chest, starting to build a similar rhythm as moans pour from her lips, “Right there.” She was grinding her hips forward, desperately searching for her release.

Billy liked when she got like this. With her lips parted, her eyebrows knitted together and her face flushed. He groaned as he rubbed at her clit, watching the way she spasmed against him.

“Nasty little whore,” He licked his lips, gripping her thighs tightly as he rammed up into her harshly, “Do you think he could fuck you like this?”

“No, no,” She pleaded with him, her nails twisting into his skin in bliss as she cried out, “Only you!” Her eyes were glazed over, dark and youthful as she peered down at him. He groaned, pressing down on her sensitive bud harder to earn a louder cry from her.

“Do you belong to me?” He spit out harshly, his own pleasure beginning to twist and lick at his spine. He was finding it harder and harder to speak but he wanted to get the point across.

“Belong to you, Billy,” She whimpered, her thighs clenching tightly around his hips as she fell apart on top of him, “Oh god, yes, yes.” She wiggled, falling forward onto his chest as she came with a cry. He groaned, thrusting up even harder as he chased his own release. His balls smacked against her skin, echoing in the quiet living room as he silenced his own moans with her lips.

He licked the inside of her mouth, tasting her sweet sounds as he came inside of her again. She whimpered as she rubbed her hands across his chest, panting against his mouth as she tried to relax against his touch.

“Feel good?” He asked as he pushed her red strands behind her ears. She nodded, giggling breathlessly as she pecked a kiss against his nose. He wrinkled it for good measure.

“Tired,” She breathed out and she moved her slender arms around his neck, “I think you might have to carry me.” She suggested slyly, a giggle bursting free as she hid her face in the crook of his neck. He smiled, placing his own kiss against her soft cheek.

“Alright,” He pulled his soft cock from her cunt, holding her up gently so he could slide himself back into his pants. He stood up before he grabbed her hips and hoisted her over his shoulder. She screamed out, giggling as he patted her ass, “I’m only doing what you asked.”

“You’re such a dick.” She was giggling, her feet dangling high in the air as he carried her to her room. He smacked her flesh again, licking how weightless she felt in his arms.

“You love it.”

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