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cumikering · 6 months

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Keegan Russ x reader

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You matched with Keegan on Tinder

@glitterypirateduck’s holiday challenge, inspired by I Don’t Do Drugs by Doja Cat

“No way.” You shook your head. “Not Keegan goddamn Russ.” You chuckled as you stared at his profile.

It had been over 15 years since you saw him last. His teeth might have been straight, bowl cut replaced by a far more fitting fade cut, but his sharp blue eyes and easy smile remained. They were unmistakable.

This dude hadn’t crossed your mind in years, but you were pleasantly surprised to see he’d grown to be a tall and athletic Marine. You hated to admit that he got hot, even that not having a stupid haircut wasn’t a very high bar to begin with.

You zeroed in on his smile again. He was attractive and he knew it. He couldn’t have been there for anything serious.

You laughed to yourself. “What the hell,” you said and swiped right on him.

At the other end of town, Keegan laid in bed, swiping mindlessly on his phone. Left… Left… Oh!? … Yeah, another left… Until his hand froze when he saw your card.

“Goddamn,” he muttered as he rolled to his side, clutching his phone. Where the hell were you all this time?

He took his time ogling your photos. The first one was a full body picture, your figure on display in your tight jeans. The second was a selfie, your eyes bright, donning a brilliant smile and glossy lips. The last two were group photos. He loved your style – comfortable yet tasteful. Your genuine laughter and the twinkle in your eye as you sat among your friends mesmerised him.

Okay, so you were the life of the party.

Keegan often worried about not having enough to say and preferred chattier dates who’d lead the conversation. Evidently, he didn’t have to worry about that with you… Because you probably wouldn’t even look at him twice. With looks like that, you could have anyone.

He lied on his back and gawked at your selfie again, biting his lip.

“What the hell,” he said to himself and swiped right.

He nearly dropped his phone on his face when it chimed right away. It’s a match! He gasped.

He stared at the empty chat window, fingers drumming on his thigh as he contemplated what to say. He wished he had more game.

After a minute, he settled with a simple Hi, hope you’re doing alright :) are you from the area?

You seemed a little quiet the first day of texting, but he’d expected that, a usual occurrence in his endeavour. Keegan didn’t relent, coming up with discussions, although some he had to admit were rather lame. Soon, you asked him specific questions about himself, allowing the conversation to pour throughout the days. He stopped thinking too hard when replying.

As it turned out, you were from the same hometown. You went to different high schools, but had a few mutual friends, although none he knew anymore. He barely kept in contact with anyone back home safe for the handful of his close high school friends.

Now that he reached for his phone far more often on base, grinning at that, it took no time for people to notice the newfound habit.

“We need to tell command someone’s hardly working.” Ajax nudged Kick, nodding at Keegan at the far end of the rec room. “He keeps looking at that one selfie.”

He chuckled. “If it’s too good to be true, it probably is. Don’t get catfished, bro.”

“Or ghosted.” Ajax roared in laughter. He had no business sounding so proud of his pun.

Keegan’s eyes narrowed at them before looking back down at his phone. He wasn’t going to let his buddies stop him from sending you the What kind of bread are you? quiz.

At night, it’d also become a routine to text. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself, but it grew to be the highlight of his day. He could unwind and laugh with you without having to wait long to have you text back. His bed felt less empty, a little less cold.

“I’d really like to meet you. You’re wonderful,” he said longingly at his phone.

He knew he wanted to after the third day, but didn’t initiate a date in fear of moving too fast and appalling you. But after over a week, with his next deployment inching closer, he’d grown impatient and a bit mad at himself for overthinking the matter. He didn’t remember asking anyone on a date being that unnerving.

Unprompted, your name flashed across his screen, sending his heart racing. Keegan sat up and cleared his throat before answering.

“Hey,” he said with as much smoothness as he could muster.

“Hi, Keegan.”

He could hear the smile in your voice, and he prayed he had even a fraction of the effect you had on him, on you.

“I was wondering if you’re into soccer?”

His brows furrowed. Hell no, he wasn’t at all.

“You want to watch the World Cup screening with me Saturday night?”

But for you? Well for you, he was the biggest fan in town.

“Sure,” he answered immediately. He couldn’t believe his ears. Was it Christmas already?

“For dinner, there’s a taco truck I like near the sports bar, if you’d like to try.”

He tried not to smile too much, but he was failing miserably. He was two seconds away from puking out the butterflies in his stomach.

“Sounds great,” he breathed. “I’m looking forward to meeting you.”

“Me too.” Your easy voice calmed him.

Kick’s comment crossed his mind. He stilled for a moment and decided he didn’t care what you looked like. The little of you he got to know the past week was enough to get him hooked.

“Well, I only wanted to ask that. I’m going to bed.”

“So soon?”

You let out a small laugh. Oh, he wanted to stay on the phone all night.

“Talk to you again tomorrow, okay? Send me more quizzes.”

After you hung up, he bit down a silly grin as he pulled up your photos again.

The following night, struck with a sudden burst of confidence, Keegan called when you were both in bed. He’d expected the pauses on his end (which was why he always preferred texting), but you didn’t seem to mind. At least he knew you weren’t opposed to talking to him. You stayed on the line for half an hour, your laughter lulled his reeling mind.

Saturday couldn’t have come sooner. He’d shaved that morning and put on some cologne before taking way too long to pick an outfit. He hoped it didn’t look like he was trying too hard.

You declined his offer to pick you up. He didn’t take it personally - he was a patient man after all. But when he’d arrived a little too early, he started to lose his cool the longer he leaned on the streetlamp.

He had to do a double take when he caught sight of you walking towards him. Oh, look at the way you lit up, your smile the same brilliant one like in your photos. You were in those delightful jeans again, your hair bouncing to your steps. He straightened up and met you halfway.

“Hi,” you said when you got to him.

“Hey.” His smile didn’t waver. “You look great.”

You took the words out of his lips, the words that he already had so few of. This was the opposite of catfish because you were far prettier in real life. He needed you to hold his hand because he wasn’t going to look where he was going.

He couldn’t wait to brag to Kick and Ajax.

You looked up at him, eyes bright. “Thank you. You look nice yourself.”

He followed you to join the short queue. He stole a glance as you ordered.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” he said to the cook, giving your hand a gentle nudge when you tried to pay.

First skin contact. Innocent enough.

But why did it get so warm all of a sudden? He hoped he wasn’t sweating. Fuck, he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Should he shove them in his pockets? How close was the acceptable distance to stand next to you?

Well, he certainly stood close enough for you to catch a faint waft of his cologne.

You meant it when you said he looked good. He wore a light jacket over a black shirt, light washed jeans and sneakers. His jet black hair was styled, a little longer than in his photos. The way he stood with his hands in his pockets accentuated his build, his watch a nice touch.

Sure, curiosity got you at first. It quickly came to light that he didn’t recognise you – granted you used a nickname – but you found it amusing nonetheless. You didn’t even mean it to get that far but after talking to him, you couldn’t help but want more.

Dating was always daunting; putting your heart on the line like that rendered you vulnerable. It wasn’t that he didn’t reciprocate – his company was delightful, but whatever you had between you felt stagnant. You thought your initial assumption was right: he wasn’t looking for anything more. Was this a mistake after all?

You sat on the bench nearby, the drinks between you. You took two bites before you stalled.

Your face twisted. “Why’s this hot?”

“Is it? Mine isn’t at all.”

“It is ridiculously hot.” You blinked the tears away.

“Can’t be. Let me try.”

You handed him the taco, instead he grabbed your wrist and leaned in for a bite.

He gave you an amused smile. “It’s not hot at all. Here, I’ll have yours.”

By now, a few drops of sweat had broken out of your forehead. You didn’t question it when he swapped the paper plates on your thighs and took a huge bite.

It wasn’t supposed to be hot! This was so uncool, at your first meeting at that. Your gaze trained on the ground as you took a small bite of his which actually tasted normal. When you looked up, it was his turn to frown.

“Wait. It is.” He put the taco down. ”It is hot.”

“I told you!”

“Oh God. Oh shit,” he hissed, scrambling for his drink. “Why is it so hot?”

You stifled a giggle. “They must have put the wrong sauce in mine, because yours tastes fine.”

“My tongue had never known such pain. What the hell is in this thing?” He continued gulping down his drink. “Oh no, it’s getting worse.” He sniffled before shoving the last half into his mouth.

“You know you don’t have to eat it, right?” You busted into laughter as he chew with all his might. “Why would you do that to yourself?”

His brows knitted, the agony in his watery eyes as clear as day. You handed him a serviette.

“That’s inhumane, but I’m a man of my word,” he said between hisses, wiping at his forehead. “My mouth is on fire. I need to inhale fire extinguisher.”

You could only offer him your drink which he gladly chugged. Still giggling, you finished your meal before making your way to the bar.

“I’m sorry, that was really embarrassing.” He grimaced through his drying tears, forehead still damp. “But at least you’re laughing. I like it when you laugh.”

You wanted to kiss him right then.

Keegan was the first man to make you willingly lose sleep in a long time, but his inaction didn’t sit right with you. Self-doubt inevitably crept up - maybe you simply weren’t his type, but you were too hooked to not at least shoot your shot despite your mounting fear of rejection. Your heart lodged in your throat when you called him that night.

Oh but his voice was so calm and soothing, and what for? He got you hanging onto every word - some straight up sounded like he was purring. Like now, he had to lean in closer and closer to talk over the noise as the bar continued to fill up. The deep rumble of his laughter so close in your ear got you biting your lip.

You didn’t want to like him so much, but here you were smiling non-stop the past hour. He’d taken his jacket off, his sturdy arms on display as he lied back. Now that was the highlight of his outfit. It didn’t help that he kept looking at you like that either; blue eyes piercing, brows striking with a cool smile.

It was unfair how effortlessly charming he was, like it was simply an unfortunate by product of being Keegan Russ, like he didn’t even mean it.

Well, evidently, Keegan was literally sweating about the humiliating incident. He sincerely hoped you wouldn’t excuse yourself to the bathroom to stand him up, but the smile hadn’t left your pretty face ever since. That was a good sign right?

Halfway into the first half, he extended his arm along the back of your seat, eyes still on the screen pretending to not notice the way your lips curled in amusement. You dragged your chair against his, thighs touching now. His fist clenched when you placed your hand on his knee.

He was secretly glad this was your first date – if he could even call it that. At least there was no pressure to keep making conversation and he could focus on your company, which he thoroughly enjoyed thus far. Was wrapping his arm around your waist an appropriate next move? He itched to be closer.

“How long have you been on Tinder?” You turned to him during halftime.

“A few months now.”

“Any luck?”

He looked away, shaking his head. “I don’t get a lot of matches, and when I do - even after many weeks of talking… Well as it turned out, people just aren’t very interested in dating long distance.”

When his eyes flicked up and met your sympathetic look, he wondered if he shouldn’t have been so honest.

“You? Any luck so far?” he asked quickly.

“I went on a few dates with someone who looked an awful lot like my first crush.” You let out a small laugh. “But that’s all. It didn’t work out.”

A speck of jealousy flickered in his chest. “Tell me about him. Your first crush.”

“Well, I was a late bloomer. It was in high school, he was a sophomore when I was a freshman.”

“Handsome dude?”

“Yes, but I actually never spoke to him.” You tilted your head and smiled. “Well, I did once, kind of. I don’t know what possessed me, but one day I walked up to him and gave him a bar of chocolate. He said thanks, and that was it.”

You looked over him. The crowd had started to move towards the bar

“I’ll get us more drinks before the wait gets too long.” You stood up.

Keegan perked up; he wasn’t going to miss his chance. When you came back, he’d mustered all his courage to tug on your wrist in the direction of his parted thighs. There was a glint in your eye as you indulged and he snaked his arm behind you, hand on his knee. You had a playful smile on your lips when you moved it to your waist and wrapped your arm around his neck.

He leaned onto your shoulder, his chest pressing against your side. He watched the way your eyes transfixed on the screen, how your glass would freeze against your lower lip at times. He couldn’t help smiling when you tensed up whenever someone got close to scoring a goal. His other arm wrapped around your waist.

He hadn’t taken his eyes off you when the bar erupted in cheers. You turned to him with a proud grin. Oh, your lips were just right there. He wasn’t going to survive the night.

Your favourite team won and you left the bar beaming. You were glad he offered to walk you home because you still wanted his presence. Your fingers curled around his forearm.

“I didn’t get to ask about your first crush.”

He chuckled to himself. “We were in fifth grade.”

“You ever told her?”

He shook his head. “She hated me. My friends used to tease her about her weight. I didn’t join in but I hung around anyway. I guess when you’re young you do dumb things to fall in.”

You remembered the raucous boys he hung out with.

“Over the summer, I convinced myself to finally say something, but she’d moved away.”

Had he not looked at where you were going, he’d have seen the shock on your face. Your heart skipped a beat. Is he talking about me?

“What was she like?”

“My memory’s fuzzy now, but she had two other girlfriends they teased too but she always stood up for them. Oh, was sassy too.” He smiled. “I used to stand around to overhear her jokes. If I laughed along, she’d stare me down until I left.”

You laughed, too hard for someone who supposedly wasn’t involved in the story. You remembered that too, the way prepubescent Keegan Russ and his dumb bowl cut scrambled away when you gave him bombastic side eye.

You couldn’t believe it. He had a crush on you?

“I think had I spoken up, we’d have been good friends.” He glanced at you with a smile. “You know, when I heard she’d moved away, I came home crying and my mum smacked me upside the head. Told me not to hang around with the shithead boys anymore.”

You stopped in your tracks and took your hand off his arm. “You really don’t recognise me?”

He turned to you, brows furrowed. “What?”

“You used to paste Superman stickers on my Barbie backpack.”

Keegan’s eyes widened. He turned away, a hand over his face, laughing out of pain. No fucking way. He wanted to disappear.

You chuckled. “A new one whenever I managed to peel the previous one off. Said they were boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I don’t recognise you at all.” He lowered his hand. “But you don’t even have the same name?”

“It’s the internet. You’re the weird one for using your real name.”

His brows rose. “You knew it was me all along?”

“Right away.”

“And you didn’t say anything?” He shook his head. “That’s just mean.”

“Was wondering if you remembered, but we were kids. I’m not surprised you didn’t recognise me or forgot.”

The corner of his lips pulled. “Well, I didn’t forget.” And probably won’t. You haven’t left my mind the past week.

And that voice was back, of course. He definitely knew what he was doing, and still you couldn’t get enough.

“Wait, no. Is this it?” He frowned. “Did you talk to me the entire time- meet me just for this?”

“No! No. I wanted to see you.” The edge in his voice stung more than you expected. “I… I didn’t think you’d even want to, because you didn’t make a move.”

His cold eyes searched yours, making your heart ache. If only he knew how much he made you smile, how many times a day you wished he’d replied when you checked your phone. You never wanted to see that pain in his face again.

“Please don’t lead me on,” he finally said, his gaze softening. “Not when you know you don’t want this.”

You wanted to hold him. “I promise I won’t. I know it’s early to say, but I want to try.”

He took a small step towards you. “Are you sure you like me?”

Suddenly he was once again the young Keegan who couldn’t meet your eyes, asking if you wanted to share the last of his favourite chocolate with him.

“Are you?”

“Positive.” His icy blues were back on you. You saw the wary hopefulness in them.

You closed the gap, arms wrapping around his waist. You let out a small sigh as your head rested on his shoulder.

“May I see you again?” He pulled you closer, his voice lighter now. “I want to go on a date. A real one, with my first crush with the death stare.”

You laughed against his neck.

Keegan hated getting ahead of himself, not knowing how many more times his hopes could be shattered before the shards got to small to meet again. But as he held you, he let his mind drift, just a little further, just this time.

With his eyes closed, he thought that maybe in the future - perhaps soon enough, someone would be waiting at the base to welcome him back with a smile and an embrace just like this.

More Keegan: fake dating, werewolf AU

A/N: I think the song represents the uncertainty in the initial stages of falling, when you keep trying to swallow the hopefulness, cautious of each other’s intentions as to not get hurt. It takes bravery handing your heart over to a stranger, unsure if they’ll just stomp on your feelings or be the best thing ever.

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youaresimplylovely · 23 days

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My Man in Red

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟^^ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 717 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝!! A𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ^^

When your boyfriend signed with Ferrari boy, things were crazy. Everyone had mixed feelings and so did you. You were supportive of Lewis honestly but it's just that you've supported him in Mercedes for so long it's sort of weird to support Ferrari. Nevertheless, you always say to yourself that wherever he goes, you go.

That's why days later after his contract signing with Ferrari, you immediately went to go find Ferrari merch. You even went to a trip to Italy to learn more about Ferrari. You weren't gonna lie, Mercedes merch looked great on you but Ferrari merch? Amazing. Red really did suit you.

The night before the race, you and Lewis were chilling in your hotel room. He was in the bathroom trying on his Ferrari polo that he would wear the next day for race day.

"Darling?" He calls you out from the bathroom while he looks at himself in the mirror as he adjusts his collar.

You immediately sat up from the bed to go inside the bathroom, once you opened the door a bright smile appeared on your face. Seeing Lewis in red was weird but he looked hot it in.

"Oh baby, it looks so good on you." You smile at him, approaching him closer as you hug him.

"You think so? I like it on me darling." He chuckles, wrapping his arm around you. His hands on your waist while he glances at himself at the mirror.

"I know so." You reassure him as you bury your face on his chest.

The next day, you and Lewis woke up bright and early to get to the paddock early since there would be a lot of people if you guys left a little too late. Lewis was the first to wake up, as much as he wanted to take a shower with you he didn't want to disrupt your peaceful sleep that's why he took a shower first.

Once Lewis finished with his shower, that was the time when you woke up. Your eyes flutter open, yawning as you shake your head to get the sleep out of you. Sitting up from the bed, you head to the bathroom. Eyes wide open and a smirk on your face.

Lewis chuckles, noticing your reaction. Watching you stare at his abs, he approaches you pulling you in closer to him as his hand rests on your ass. "Good morning darling" He smiles planting a kiss on your forehead.

You hum softly, looking up at him while you smile. "Good morning, I'm gonna get dressed already. I'll shower later, when we come back here." You give him a quick kiss as you get dressed.

You simply dressed in a Ferrari Vintage top and cargo pants along with the Ferrari Vintage Jacket. After getting dressed you and Lewis drove the paddock with him driving his new Ferrari.

The race was going smoothly, you were watching in Lewis' garage. The fans were really cheering for Lewis, he was in a great position in every lap. He maintained it up until the very last lap. Once the checkered flag was waved, you were in beams of pride. Watching you boyfriend cross the line in a solid P2 for his first race in Ferrari was great.

Once Lewis got out of the car and info the pit stops, he immediately hugged his team and shook Fred's hand. You were a proud girlfriend that day. Seeing him and his new team all happy made you happy.

While you were admiring Lewis, you hadn't noticed he was already running to you to give you a big kiss. You were caught off guard but you didn't complain. You kiss your boyfriend back, giving him the tightest hug ever.

"I'm so proud of you lew, red was made for you." You give him a kiss on his cheek, leaving a stain from your red lipstick which you purposely wore.

"And so do you darling." He laughs softly, kissing you again while pulling you closer.

"My Man in Red" You mutter to him as your hands hold his face.

You were the proudest girlfriend out there. All your doubts and worries faded away. Lewis made you proud and you wanted to be there to be in every race your man was in red.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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starsworldd · 3 months

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Solar Observations pt. 7

readings are open! ⛓️

please take with a grain of salt ⛓️

I used orbs of 3 degrees for aspects from whole signs ⛓️

👾 some of my best sr years have been the years where i’ve had the same sr venus as my natal

👾 looking at the persona chart of your profected year lord can give you a lot of insights for the year ahead i’ve found

👾 chiron on the mc (both solar or natal x solar) shows a year of yearning for something very badly (most likely to be career/goal/experience related)

👾 having positive mercury-saturn aspects (including conjunction depending on sign) is a year where you are on top of your shit, maybe you feel like you conversations with others are thwarted in some way but better than most you’re preparing for something bigger, plans, plans, PLANS!!

👾 saturn conjunct mercury is a really interesting aspect actually for a solar return. it maybe harder to categorize and to process the world around you in a productive way, but you may also learn new subjects/wisdom.

👾 having venus at 28 degrees can indicate an exciting love/crush/relationship happening for that year

👾 moon at 29 degrees can show that from that year on out you will approach life from a very different mindset to what you had before. this mindset can last for a year or your entire life but either way it’s an anaretic degree so BIG STUFF! the sign can show what mindset you’re “ending” (ex: i had moon at 29 degrees in taurus in 2020 and from that year on out i really prioritized productivity and worked to stop my lazy/indulgent habits)

👾 planets at 20 degrees and what house those planets are in can show what themes/events prove to be very mystical or witchy that year. (ex: i had mars and neptune at 20 degrees with mars in the 7th and neptune in the 11th and that year i got back with my old friend group out of random chance and went on my first date with someone from that group😭😭 not me telling you guys my life tea. dating within friend groups is weird and would not recommend btw! but to each their own🩷)

👾 planets at the 1st degree + their houses show where you’re ambitious and what you desire, expect lots of action in these areas

👾 1st house ruler in 1st (aka your chart ruler in one of its domicile places) may mean that your by yourself or more alone, but most likely NOT in a bad way!! (self-care, self-improvement, reflection, etc…). check other houses that the planet rules to see what other important themes are emphasized that year (ex: libra venus in 1st house —> 8th house themes are important as well because taurus rules over the 8th)

👾 going off from the previous observation, planets in angular houses (1, 4, 7, 10) will ALWAYS be prominent throughout your year especially if they’re in domicile/exaltation/detriment/fall.

👾 a lot of celebrities have gotten big time famous the year where they had their 11th house in their 11th (ex: megan thee stallion, doja cat, billie eilish, etc…)

👾 just a tip, but make persona charts of your solar planets! if you don’t know how, go to astro.com, charts and calculations, extended chart selection, blue plus sign in the top right corner then fill out info from your solar return chart. after making this, click the “natal chart” tab, scroll down to “persona chart” :)

👾 jupiter/sagittarius in the 3rd or jupiter-mercury aspects show a lot of activity for the year ahead. fire/air = adventurous/fun activity, water/earth = self-growth/learning related (but arguably the themes can overlap), mercury in the third house is also indicative of a busy year!

👾 when i had mars in my natal 12th house last year i stayed up souper late almost every night regardless of weekend/weekday

👾 planets at 5 degrees show where there’s a lot of exciting things happening (ex: venus at 5 degrees -> lots of interesting meetups with friends, starting new hobbies, etc…, juno at 5 degrees -> partnerships open up new feelings of happiness, feeling loved, etc…). creds to @astrosky33 for this one!

👾 pay attention to the aspects made to your vertex for the year! and also what house the vertex falls in in your natal house. a couple years ago i had venus in my solar 4th trine my solar vertex in 8th conjunc turanus and was able to spend more time resting and doing fun things at home because unexpectedly (uranus) responsibilities/burdens placed upon me were lifted

👾 mars in the 12th house (including solar x natal) can show that you’re trying to break out of bad habits

👾 moon in fire signs can show a time of unrest or lots of physical activity at home, you have a lot of energy to do activities whether they’re serious activities or not

💜🤍💜🖤💜🤍💜🖤💜🤍💜🖤💜

hope you enjoyed!

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halfmoondaze · 3 months

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Flickering Desieres

A fic collaboraton with @heavyhitterheaux

Born and raised in Y/H/T, Y/N knew from a young age that she wanted to be a singer and that she wasn’t going to let anything get in her way of her dream becoming a reality.

She would go on to perform in local bars and coffee shops that were known to have open-mic nights and spend the rest of her time writing her own songs and posting videos of her singing on Tik Tok.

She posted a song that she had written called “Drowning in the Blue” on the platform, not thinking much of it. However, the song quickly gained traction and went viral, amassing over 230 million views.

As the song gained popularity on Tik Tok, she quickly caught the attention of music label executives who were eager to sign her.

After careful consideration, she chose the small independent label “Adagio Records Co.” And the rest was history.

Every single time an opportunity presented itself, she would sing. Whether it be around the house, performing for family, or local talent shows. When she saw an opportunity to sing, she took it.

Meanwhile, Jack had just finished filming his latest movie starring Matt Damon and Casey Affleck called “The Instigator” in Portland. Overall, Jack felt more inspired than ever to go back to the studio and create new music. The last thing that he ever wanted anyone to think is that he was leaving music behind for acting, because that definitely wasn’t the case.

“Look if it isn’t the movie star.” Urban said as Jack entered the recording studio.

“Hey man.”

They did their secret handshake as Jack sat down next to him.

“How was Portland?” Nemo asked.

“Wet.”

They started laughing from Jack’s response and Nemo just simply shook his head.

“The label got me this list of the possible female singers we could bring in for the feature” DJ Drama said as he sat down.

“Shoot, let’s hear it.”

“Doja Cat?”

Jack thought for a second. “No”

“SZA?”

“No”

“Y/N?”

Jack pauses for a moment.

“Who is Y/N? I’ve never heard of her. Is she a new artist?”

“Her song blew up when she posted it on Tik Tok not too long ago. Since you hardly ever go on there, I didn’t really expect you to know.”

As Jack quickly learned about Y/N’s music, he became captivated by her sound as a singer which was something unlike anything he had heard before. A sound that was both fresh and somehow nostalgic. With hints of 90’s R&B, soul, and smooth jazz; mixed with contemporary pop. He found her songwriting skills impressive and authentic. He was hooked.

At this point in time, the choice was obvious and he couldn't wait to meet her in person.

He felt as though this would be a good move for him seeing as the most he ever did with another female artist was hop on the remix version of a song. However, this time they were starting from scratch and knew that this was something that his fans had been waiting for. New features with new people.

It was true that he was worried about the hype surrounding him and his career dying down, but knew for a fact that as soon as he made the announcement surrounding the single being released, it would pick back up.

That morning, Y/N showed up early to the studio wearing a men’s button up shirt as a dress, knee socks and sneakers wanting to be comfortable for however long that she was going to be here for.

“Y/N, you must already know Jack.” DJ Drama introduced her.

Jack went in for a hug but Y/N stopped him reaching out for her hand for him to shake.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you.”

Jack smiled.

“Good things, I hope” he joked as he shook her hand.

Jack went on and introduced Y/N to Urban and Nemo.

“We are glad to have you here. Thank you for helping us out” he smiled.

“Happy to help.”

“Would you like to go over the song?”

“No, I’m good,” she said as she entered the recording booth and put on the headphones.

Jack was taken back by her confidence but thought it was very attractive.

“Ok. Whenever you’re ready” he said.

That’s when Y/N who was supposed to sing the chorus to his song “Locked In” however, she completely changed the lyrics and Jack stopped her mid performance.

“Can we stop?” Jack asked as he looked over at Nemo who simply nodded his head.

Nemo stopped the track and waited for the both of you to agree on the next steps.

Y/N takes off her headphones and turns to Jack wondering what the problem was, but deep down she knew.

“Those aren’t the lyrics” he said and turned to Nemo. “Do you have a copy of the lyrics you can give to Y/N?.

“Oh, I know what the lyrics are”

“Then why aren’t you singing them?” Jack asked not understanding what was happening at the moment.

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, I was told to come here to help you with your lyrics which is what I did.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your label approached me to help you write a hit. And that’s what I'm trying to do."

“My last album was very successful.”

“I don’t think an album that scored 2.9 on Pitchfork would be considered successful.”

Jack looked at her stunned, not knowing how to respond.

“No offense, but your music is on a surface level” you replied not missing a beat. “You talk about all this generic stuff like proving your haters wrong, bragging about your conquests…nothing groundbreaking” you paused. “You never reveal anything about yourself.”

Jack clenched his jaw as he crossed his arms, but he didn’t look away from you as you were talking to him.

“I’m sorry?” he raised his brow, feeling a mix of surprise and irritation. No one had ever challenged him like this before.

“You’re not really saying anything” Y/N pressed. “If you want to stand out, you need to be more vulnerable”

He scoffed.

“And just spill my dirty laundry into the world?” he shot back. “I’m not doing that”

“Suit yourself” Y/N shrugged. “But don’t expect your fans to care for your music if you’re not willing to be real with them.”

With that Jack left the studio without another word, clearly pissed off because of the exchange that had just happened.

Y/N turned to look at DJ Drama who couldn’t contain his laughter.

“Did I say something wrong?” Y/N curiously asked because as far as she was concerned, she was simply being honest with him.

Jack walked out of the studio and headed over to Craig Kallman’s office who was the CEO of Atlantic Records and he quickly knocked on the door. Hearing his voice say ‘Come in.’ He proceeded to enter.

“Jack, what’s up?” He asked as he looked up at him.

“There’s a bit of an issue with the collab with Y/N. I don’t think she’s the right fit.”

Craig simply looked at him before offering his advice.

“Jack, I know it can be challenging working with a new artist, but I think Y/N can bring a fresh perspective and new life into your music.”

Jack sighs as he sits on the sofa across from Craig’s desk.

“I’ve built my career on my own terms and I don’t want to compromise my authenticity for the sake of a hit song.”

“We’re not asking you to compromise Jack. We’re asking you to explore new possibilities and push your boundaries as an artist.” Craig says, his tone gentle but firm. “Let’s just call it a day and start over tomorrow; I’ll let Y/N know”

Jack was feeling somewhat reassured but still conflicted.

He stood up, thanked Craig and exited his office hoping that things would go better tomorrow

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onyourhyuck · 1 year

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BEST FRIEND. | Mark Lee. (M)

prologue- “That’s my best friend, got his own money he don’t need no girl.” + “That’s my best friend she a real bad bitch.”

summary: you are on the dance floor with your best friend Mark. One girl approaches Mark while a guy approaches you. Mark doesn’t want to share you and you don’t want to share Mark.

the warning: best friend possessive!mark x best friend fem reader!Y/n. Public toilets setting. Mention of slightly tipsy reader and mark. Alcohol use. Underlying jealousy. Use of pet names. Fingering female receiving. Mention of squirting(?). Marking skin (hickeys, bites). Exhibitionist. Male oral receiving.

the notes- Inspired by Best friend Doja Cat song. Listen to it while reading this— purely inspired by the song lyrics.

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Partying was yours and Mark’s favourite activity together. Staying up late at night listening to club music or bar music, people chattering with every ounce of their lively enthusiasm. Crowds never bothered you both, you guys thrived and lived on the large amounts of people surrounding you.

Wherever you both went, men and women wanted a piece of you guys. The two of you were the equivalent of the ‘Starboy’ and ‘Stargirl’ trope. Both as powerfully influential as the other. Popularity? You both have that. Friends? Plenty everywhere you go. Simp armies? No need to mention them, of course you got them. You’re down right beautiful and radiating. With Mark beside you, your light has never dimmed down, if anything it grew brighter considering how Mark is as equally ravished by you.

The dance floor was not any different than last night or the night before. Your body moving to the beat with each pop, grinding your hips onto drunken women and men. Your friends vibing as much as you were, the disco above and LED lights switching colours to colours. Mark was right behind you with a plastic cup full of beer to brim dancing , slithering closer to you as his hand slips round your waist pulling you closer. Taking a whiff of your sweetening perfume on your hair, you grin at the warmly affectionate pull towards the boy. Your best friend, god, how fine was he too.

You look at him. Up and down your eyes fell from the eyes to his lips that were sipping large trails of the beer from the red and white plastic cup. The alcohol burning in his throat, welcoming him to the light effect of the drink; god, you were obsessed with how his stubble beard makes him so much more attractive than before— you never thought he could get even hotter than that. But he can. Lord, Mark Lee was blessed with god’s favouritism. You lean your face in towards his face, Mark never took his eyes off you even when he was drinking.

“Give me a sip of your beer.” You command as Mark lifts the cup towards your face. You were about to pull the cup from his hand, but he stops you. He had a different idea.

Mischief was written all over the boy’s face, his eyes darken and the corner of his thinly lips purse upwards like a horseshoe. “Lean your head backwards and open wide. I want to pour it in your mouth.” Mark told. The way your stomach turned upside.

You grin, without any words spared you do as you were told to do so. Leaning back your head stretching out the neck, your collarbones becoming more visible with the balance ratio. Your silky soft hair that smell like heaven flow back with your head, touching round your waist now. Your lips parting widely and Mark admires the way you were so flexible and beautiful in sight of your obedience. He was so down bad for you. He’s willing to do anything for you. And you knew this, took advantage of it.

Once the cold beer pours down your throat from above, your neck clenched tight gulping everything it had filled in your petite lips. Mark darkly rubs looks down at your throat with each gulp he saw the way it moves up and down, only sinful thoughts were running in his brain; but could you blame him ? Anyone would if they glance at you.

Mark pulls your neck from behind making you lean back. The beer cup put away as you finished the entire liquid down in a go, Mark let’s out a chuckle as you glance back at him with small drool of beer down your lips to your chin.

“That was hot.” You said back to Mark as he hums, watching down your lips. “You should’ve seen yourself. You were hotter than anything I’ve seen.” Mark huskily whispers. The tension rose between you but no one else was bothering you, both of you guys were in your own world, as was everyone else. People dancing around the dance floor crowding you did not bother you, as in fact they were oblivious of you and Mark. When he leans closer about to capture a taste of your mouth on his, you close your eyes anticipating it.

But an annoyance came between you quicker than you were about to come closer to forward out a kiss. When the small gap was coming to an end, someone has to come in and bring your limitless attention to another, away from you and away from Mark. Your heads turn around the left to see a girl and a guy approaching you both with hidden intentions.

“Mark Lee hey! You’re from my biology class.” The girl coming forward squeals. Mark shifts his body away from yours to face the random stranger came forward and a guy next to her, looking you up and down your beautiful curves figure in the slim fitting dress and thigh high boots. Mark noticing the stares from the man in front of you deepens his blank and uninterested stare, clearly, he looks like he will murder someone any minute.

“And you are?” You blurt out to the both of the strangers who turn to you. The girl raising an eyebrow at your blunt attitude and the guy licking his bottom lips, intentionally eye-fucking you. Seriously, in front of your best friend? A guy who you actually want. Mark grits teeth together on his bottom pit.

“I was talking to Mark. Not you. ” The girl points out and turns to look at Mark again. “Do you want to dance with me? I’ll buy you a drink if you do.”

The minute Mark stood quiet and gave you ‘that look’ that signalled you to jump in and push this annoying girl out of the way, as if he was interested in her when he was not, she wasn’t going to take his rejection well. It would be better if you do it for him, as he deals with this pervert of a guy rudely watching you as if you were his dinner. Man looks starved, it’s rude to stare at someone that never belonged to you in the first place anyways. Mark should teach him a lesson. You come forward in front of Mark, gripping your arms round his neck as you sign out.

“Sorry girl.” You start. “That’s my best friend, he got his own money. He don’t need no girl.”

The girl goes quiet and silently retreats away. The guy on the other hand stood persistent, he kept wanting to get your attention but everytime he did so you ghost over his dead-boring questions. Mark had enough, he steps in front of the man with a challenging gaze as his hand slides down your waist. He smirks with malicious intentions, nothing peaceful was about this guy and he were only going to return back the energy with twice as fire.

“Y/n isn’t interested.” Mark points out. “That’s my best friend she a real bad bitch. She’s outta your league. Move along.”

The guy towering downwards to Mark suddenly pulls out as you smirk watching the terrified expression on him. You chuckle when you were left alone and Mark returns back to you, leaning to your lips and closing the gap finally. He hungrily kisses you. As if this was the moment he waited for a long time to do, but couldn’t bring himself to do so. Until now.

Your voice hushing down a small living gasp as the sensation of his dangerously fuming mouth kissing you so deep you couldn’t comprehend any thoughts in your brain, his burning touch scorches your skin and you pull him deeply on the side, away from the dance floor now. Back hitting the wall— Mark let’s out airs of groans, you’re going down on him was a sight to see. You breaking apart from the makeout was only the beginning of you absolutely railing him to another dimension. Both were as equally impatient. You forcefully pressing the man on the, he chokes out a smirk as your lips breathe tickles his hard erecting cock in your hand.

“Please Y/n put it in your mouth, don’t tease me like this.” Mark said with his glaring eyes watching you lick your lips vigorously.

“Your whining temps to wait this out.” You remind him and Mark bites his bottom lip. “You’re such a brat, baby, put your mouth to good use.” Mark runs his soft palm behind your head, with a sudden force down his cock invades your mouth quicker than you had planned. Was it funny to provoke Mark like this? Yes it was. Will this cost you to pay a visit to your dentist later? Yes but it’s worth it. Costing his hard solid cock in your warmth gob was enough to set him on the edge, gripping your beautiful long locks in between his fingers , sometimes he would twirl it softly, another time he lifts it into a ponytail to get the hair out of your face; just so he can see your valid and expressive expressions you pull when licking him from top and down.

Going into a deepthroat, you had Mark heavily breathing and whimpering at the nearest climax he almost has. Just a little more, you knew that because of the way he was throbbing and his pelvis was thrusting into your mouth. He began face fucking you without having knowledge that he has done that. He was so far lost, clenching his eyes and focusing on the sensations. You rub your tongue to his tip and there was the rope snapping. The threatening role finally letting go, he came in your mouth and as he did— his eyes widen and close again. He felt like his entire soul left his body and the way his body went numb. You were more than what he expected.

You lick your lips when a little bit of his come slips out, all Mark could do was watch you with a daze and darken expression of how effortlessly hot you are. Doing bad things was such a turn on for him, because you look innocent when doing them. No one would’ve expect this sight of you.

He leans down pulling you up from your knees as he leans down kissing your lips once again. You move in with him in rhythm synch, as he breaks apart whispering.

“Your turn baby. I want you to come on my fingers more than once.” Mark bellows at you with a challenging gaze, as you anticipate each and every thought of orgasm. “No. I will make you come more than once on my fingers.” He finally rephrased.

You’re in for a long ass night with your best friend.

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gyunglitter · 6 months

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introducing𓏧

the losers club !!

summary: just you dicking around with txt college!au besties

warnings: doja cat fandom slander, mentions of soobin's feet, mentions of bullying, cursing

contrary to your group’s self-appointed nickname, you guys are actually well known (and liked!) on campus!! :D

you guys have NO IDEA as to how so many people on campus grew to like you and want to hang out with you

especially since you guys had a hard time in school before

but woohoo to not peaking in high school right?!

tbh, you guys are testaments to that second round of puberty nobody talks about

ya know, the glow up that happens after you graduate high school and get away from all the pricks you were forced to see everyday?

yup, you and your losers are finally thriving

besides when you’re dying bc of all your classes and tests

but yeah

while other ppl really like your group’s personalities

YOU GUYS ARE SUPER HOT TOO🤭

i mean, just look at y’all!

[choi yeonjun]-

‘99 liner//junior

took a gap year before getting dragged back to go to school so he could learn to be a normal human being

did someone say IT BOY??

literally the girls and the gays are in love with this man

dance major and student athlete who unironically does zumba every saturday morning

had no social life in high school because kid was NEVER there

he was a bored only child, while his neglectful parents were filthy rich and figured their kid could do whatever he wanted to entertain himself

so what he wanted, they got it—including vacations

with him being gone so much, his classmates always wondered who this choi yeonjun guy was and how he could miss so much school while still passing

though the intrigue kind of stopped when he pulled up to school with the ugliest shoes to walk south korea

him and his obnoxious shoes gave a lot of people the ick :(

but never fear, yeonjun and his footwear are just ahead of their time!

(you can't say they are in quite yet, but they probably will come around some day!!)

yeonjun typically spent his days doing sports, travelling, and running away from talent scouts lmao

no idol life for him in THIS lifetime

but as life would have it, the man is too scrumptious to be out of the spotlight for too long

bc he became a model not too long after college started due to a school project photoshoot went viral on twitter!!

his twitter is a minefield while he reserves his insta for the wholesome content :)

[choi soobin]-

‘00 liner//junior

glue of the group despite insisting how much he HATES y’all

broadcast and entertainment major so he can get into the entertainment industry and get the bts of moviemaking!!

(really just wants to meet all of his favorite voice actors tbh)

known for being the Ultimate Boyfriend™ despite never actually being in a relationship lololol

in middle school he got into anime, which was COMPLETELY normal! he actually made a ton of friends that way!!

at least until one of his friends came over and saw his body pillow collection

yikes :/

unfortunately didn’t take long at all for the whole school to find out, and then they never let it go

all the way up until he graduated high school :(((

it’s okay tho!

he had tons of online friends from going to conventions and stuff!!

but making irl friends was definitely hard for him when he got to college

[choi beomgyu]-

01’ liner//sophomore

absolute MENACE to your little society

he’s the guy who gets whoever is in his company to unironically admit “last night was a movie”

music major studying composition while playing guitar in a band

the girlies are FAWNING

ppl are so in love with him because he’s so pretty

but then the kid opens his mouth :/

he was the most extroverted kid

which worked perfectly bc with his good looks and personality, everyone wanted to be his friend!! :D

but with high school, friends, and all his 100 extracurriculars

kid burned out by senior year :(

his last year of school, he totally ghosted his friends and stayed inside all day playing video games

(he actually got diamond 1 on LoL, boy is nothing if not determined)

eventually rumors went around that he got dropped and turned into a social outcast

but he didn’t really care since he was fine with rotting away the rest of the school year

by the time he got to college, he wanted nothing to do with things that would suck his already nonexistent energy

[kang taehyun]-

02’ liner//freshman

the one that always has the braincell

and really wishes he didn’t so he could escape yall

stem major for engineering, which is just another one of his controversial choices (being second only to befriending yall)

everyone on campus knows him as that one guy you go to when you need the answers to your homework or your final

yeah, he’s selling the test answers on the black market :P

what? he’s in DEBT

he never gets suspected tho bc he alrdy knows all the answers, so why would he be involved with that??

but the rest of the town?

well, the town knows him as terry

mans is always seen at the gym and the club pulling without even trying

this is TOTALLY contrasting to his high school life, where he literally only gave his time of day to his studies

mans did not have TIME to hang out with anybody

bc of this, he became a bit of an easy target to the one-dimensional jocks that tried to use him to get them better grades :(

he was a small kid, so he got picked on and tossed around a lot :(((

it’s okay, since he’s buffer than them now!! >:)

[huening kai]-

‘02 liner//freshman

maknae that’s more mature than ALL OF YOU

he acts like he isn’t, but kid grew up a MIDDLE CHILD between TWO SISTERS

they’d managed to craft the most perfect and thoughtful angel to grace south korea

except for his demonic laugh :/

but YOU GUYS LOVE IT!!

he’s coasting through college, wishing he could tell you what major he was

but boy is constantly changing it LMAO

he just loves learning about different subjects!!

not to mention he’s good at most things he tries

so he makes tons of friends!!

but he didn’t always :(

from middle to high school, he was THE band kid

he could play the guitar, percussion, trombone, and piccolo!!

so when little kai walked home in his minecraft hoodie carrying his giant instrument case

8/10 times kid would get pelted by eggs or something on the way home

good thing he had his trombone case to shield him!! :D

kai would also be insanely awkward and didn’t have good icebreakers besides his plushie collection

too bad that didn’t become socially acceptable for another few years

[y/l/n y/n]-

‘01 liner//sophomore

ladies and gentlemen i give you

her

the group's resident photographer, despite the fact that you're SO HOT

you are beauty

you are grace

well, you are now

high school: not so much

you were LOSER #1 girlie ://

you were just a little slow to pick up on a lot of social cues and what was "cool" or not, making you prone to awkward situations and bullying

for example: pinky promises and saying “on god” was quirky and acceptable, but spit shakes were not

neither were bowl cuts

or pretending to drown at the school pool and see how everyone would react

like i said, you were behind on a lot

but what took you the longest to learn—the people you thought were your friends were no longer laughing with you and your unfortunately timed puns, but at you (and your unfortunately timed puns) :(((

but you digress, because your overactive imagination worked to your advantage of getting clout and a full ride scholarship!!

you’re an art major with a minor in photography, winning a national photography contest that got the attention of your college

your genius piece of "different kinds of falls in public", where you purposefully tripped people walking by you and taking photos of them, had won the heart of the public and the school board over to the point of them begging to have you!

your parents and teachers just wished you had the same genius outside of cameras--as you slacked off in every other academic aspect

notes: enjoy me being unfunny but having a blast anyway! feel free to send in asks/requests regarding this fic. can't guarantee i'll respond to it, but i'd love to see what you guys think/want!

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bobawitch · 11 months

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The Different Stage (Jack Wilder x Reader)

warnings: fluff, mentions of stripping, suggestive situations.

A/N: i was rewatching the now you see me movies and I am absolutely obsessed with Jack Wilder so I thought I’d write a fic abt it. So in this reader is a stripper, she’s not a prostitute but she pole dances at a strip club and Jack goes in with Atlas and Merritt. Jack likes her and wants to actually get to know her. that’s basically it! Hope y’all enjoy!

Word count: 1307

Chapter 1:

It was just another night at the club. You had to work, in fact your hours had just about doubled since your rent went up. Though that’s just how it is in New York isn’t it. Thankfully you had done your last dance for the night and were packing up to go back to your crappy apartment. You pulled your hair up into a messy bun held together by a big clip. You walked back through the drinking area, the dancer scheduled after you had already taken the stage. You looked at her, smiling at her and waving, she smiled back. All the dancers were close, you all had to be to make sure no one got in trouble with a creepy customer. You turned to resume your journey home when you knocked into someone. A smooth male voice hit your ears and you found yourself face to face with these beautiful brown eyes. “Miss?” He spoke and you realized he had definitely said something else. The other two men that were with him eyed you before shrugging and walking to a table. “Oh uh, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.” You said before moving to the side to push past him. He let you leave but watched you very closely as you did leave. Then he found his friends. Jack sat down with Atlas and Merritt, still looking back at the door you had left from. Atlas nudged Merritt with a devilish grin. “Look Jack’s got a crush!” Jack smacked Atlas’s arm, his eyes not leaving the doorway for a few more minutes. “Shut up.” Merritt and Atlas laughed before their night went on.

The next day you found yourself thinking of the man you ran into. You had never seen him around the bar before but he looked so familiar. You tried to push the beautiful stranger from your mind as you got ready for your night. You chose a fan favorite dance tonight, with the fan favorite outfit too. You didn’t enjoy your job but you were damn good at it. You walked out onto the stage after their announcement of your stage name and the music began. It was your most popular song for stage dance, So High by Doja Cat. You slowly strutted to the pole, throwing one leg around and letting yourself swing around. Your arms stabilized you on the pole and your head made a slow circle. It was the first time you actually looked at the audience and when you caught a pair of chocolate brown eyes you nearly stopped your routine. It was the man from the night before. He had come with the other two men again though one was being escorted off for a private lap dance. You let your eyes linger on him as his eyes burned your skin with intensity. You slowly dragged yourself back up the pole before moving to the side of the stage. Fingers twisting together you dropped to your knees at the beat, crawling forward before touching up your torso as the chorus began. Soon you lost yourself in the music, temporarily forgetting about the candy-eyed man. After your performance you had groundwork to do, that of course entailed a costume change and small makeup touch up. Once you changed your outfit and pulled your hair to one side you walked out. You were headed to one of the tables in your area when you were stopped. A man had walked in front of you, causing you to look up. Once more you found yourself in an intense staring match with the handsome stranger. “Uh.. hi.” He said, obviously a bit flustered, You smirked and touched his shoulder, walking next to him. “Hello loverboy.” You replied, beginning to walk away, your finger signaling for him to follow behind you. Upon hearing his footsteps behind you, your smirk grew. You got to the bar and picked up a tray for one of the tables. The stranger finally caught up and leaned on the bar. “So what’s your name… y’know your real name?” He asked. You laughed, “I don’t give my name to customers, sorry sweetcheeks.” “Then who do you give your name to?” “Hm, let me think on that.” You winked at him before moving to the table you were to serve. You set down the drinks, chatting up the gentlemen at the table for a few moments. A few tips were made through that before you walked back to the bar, handsome stranger was waiting for you. “I’m Jack, by the way.” He said. “Alright Jack, you going to buy something or just keep talking to me?” You glanced at him, smirking again. “Hm, how much would a date cost?” His lips cracked into a smirk to rival yours. A sultry giggle escaped your lips before you shook your head. “Dunno, how much you willing to pay? And what do you want me to do for that date?” Out of the corner of your eye you saw him shake his head. You leaned against the bar now, looking at him and holding tense eye contact. His cheeks had gone a bit pink as you spoke but he composed himself as he replied. “No no, not that kind of date.” “Hm, how about I think about that? Maybe I’ll let you know at the end of my shift.” You shrugged, grabbing another drink tray before moving to deliver them. As you began to walk to the table one of Jack’s friends came over, obviously drunk as hell. “Heyy Jack! You found her! Great job!! Hey, how about I pay for a private lap dance huh?” He spoke, smirking at Jack and still blocking your path. Jack began to protest the idea of a lap dance, giving you an apologetic smile. You giggled a bit, his smile was kinda cute. But his friend had already pulled out the money and stuck it in your top string. You sighed, handing your drink tray to one of the other girls to deliver. Jack looked down at you when your hand pressed to his chest. “Well, come on loverboy, a lap dance was ordered.” You wrapped your fingers around his tie and pulled him off. “You don’t have to give me a lap dance, I’m so sorry about my friend.” He spoke in pure panic until you got to the booths for private lap dances. You turned and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. Hesitant hands found your hips and you smiled. You leaned in, your lips almost brushing against his before turning him around and pushing him into the chair. You climbed onto his lap, your thighs trapping him beneath you. You leaned down to his ear and whispered, “If you want me to stop, just say that.” As your words left your lips you began the dance. Your hips grinded gently in a circle, your hands dragging up his chest. Jack opened then closed his mouth, his hands not knowing where to touch. You leaned forward, pulling yourself up. Your chest was at his eye level yet his eyes stuck onto yours. You brought your hands around his head, playing with his hair. You dragged his head back, leaning into his neck to whisper. “I’m Y/N. And a date sounds nice, if you still want that.” Jack’s hands finally found your waist and he sat you down on his lap, looking at you with a different kind of intensity. “When do you get off?” “11.” “Let me get you food after work.” “You have a deal Jack.” You stood back up and pushed your hand onto his shoulder. Slowly you climbed off his lap and opened the curtain. “See you at 11 Jack.” You winked and walked off before he could get another sentence in.

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romantiqueofthemind · 2 years

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Dreaming of You

Hiiii so I thought of this plot last night and I wrote it all todayyyy. I really like it so far and I want to make it into a series. Lmk what you guys thinkkkk

The song is optional, I thought it went well with this part.

(Part 2 is here!)

Summary: Y/n has a wet dream and Austin helps her finish.

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering

Word Count: 2.2k

Song (optional): Streets (Silhouette Remix)- Doja Cat

You and your boyfriend James had been together for about a year. However, you had known Austin for two. At first you got the idea that he hated your guts. He would always stare you down, or you would feel greatly intimidated whenever you would speak to him. He never liked James, he had actually advised you not to date him when you started to like him. But now you had to hear constant complaints and comments from Austin about James. Although Austin wasn’t your boyfriend, you never really saw him the type to be. You two were so different on so many things. You couldn’t agree on a single topic, it was amazing how you two were even friends. You guessed both of you could say you were there for each other when the other needed it.

The sexual tension was immaculate between the two of you, even though you never did anything or really had the desire to until recently. The thing about Austin though, he may be a lot of things, even an asshole sometimes, but he would never force you to do anything you didn't want to. He wouldn't force you to cheat on James, even though he couldn't stand the fucker and deep down, you and him both knew he could fuck you better. Shit, maybe even treat you better. Not to say James treated you badly, he was sweet and good to you, but he expected a lot out of you sometimes. Most nights when James and you clashed on small things, you mostly just brush it off as to not cause an argument and prevent an anxiety attack.

It seemed like ever since you started dating James, the sexual tension between you and Austin only seemed to get stronger. Not really from your side, but from Austin. There have been times or opportunities when you could have full blown cheated on James and he would have been completely oblivious to it because according to Austin, "James is a jackass." And believe it or not, it actually kind of got to you where part of you wondered what it would be like to fuck Austin. You blamed it on the way he teased you verbally and sometimes physically. Whether that be when you two would hang out and there would be conversations like "Does he even satisfy you baby?" "Why does it matter Austin?" "It doesn't to me, but if you claim to be in love with someone, shouldn't they satisfy you in all aspects?" "I guess." You never claimed to love James, or Austin, but you still trusted Austin enough to go to him and vent about your "shit relationship."

You can't say you weren't a little relieved when James had to fly out to New Jersey for a family vacation for two weeks. He had tried to convince you to go with him, but you preferred not to, knowing his family was mostly everything you didn't like about James. You couldn't stand spending two weeks with them. Mostly, you either hung out at the apartment you shared with James, or you would go hang out with Austin.

A few nights after James had left, you had a pretty bad nightmare and immediately called Austin and asked if you could stay the rest of the night at his place. He obliged and within 10 minutes, you were knocking at his door and he answered wearing nothing but sweatpants, his tired blue eyes met your scared bloodshot ones. "You okay baby?" He asked, his voice raspy and tired. All you could do was wrap your arms around him and nod. He hugged you back before motioning for you to come inside and to his bedroom. You lay on the opposite side of his bed, wrapping yourself in the warm comforter blanket and placing your head on the soft pillow, all of which smelled like Austin in the best way, which actually might've helped you fall asleep faster. "Goodnight Aus.." You said softly with your eyes closed. "Night."

You were at your apartment, which was weird because you didn't remember driving back home. You hear a knock at the door and as soon as you open it, you see Austin standing in the doorway, staring you down in a way that put thousands of butterflies in your stomach. "What are you doing here Austin?" Your friend just smirked and walked inside, inviting himself in. "I came to see you. You texted me to come over." You looked at him confused, but then were caught off guard when Austin slammed his lips against yours, wrapping his hands around your waist lifting you up onto the dining room table. As taken aback as you were by this, you didn't hesitate to stop him, no matter how loud that voice inside you was screaming at you to stop. He moved from your lips, to your neck all the way down your body, stopping at your thighs. He lifted your top up, kissing your stomach softly as he unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down to your ankles along with your panties. He kneeled down between your legs and started kissing your inner thighs moving higher and higher up until he reached your heat. You rolled your head back moaning the moment you felt his tongue lick up your slit and make small circles on your clit. You reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair pulling gently. You pulled his hair harder when you felt his tongue enter you, his groans low and sexy. The more he licked and sucked the closer you got. You nearly lost it when you felt him nip gently at your clit, allowing you to moan his name in the most provocative way.

You opened your eyes panting softly, heart pounding. You were still in Austin’s room. You lifted your sleep shorts and panties to see and feel them dampened between your legs. "Shit.." You say softly before turning around to took at Austin who seems to still be asleep. You turned over to face the edge of the bed trying to sort through your mind what you had exactly dreamt about. Your heart nearly stops when you feel Austin turn over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, turning you to face him. "Y/n, what were you dreaming about?" He asked looking at you with his intimidating blue eyes. “N-nothing.” you say as to try not to draw anymore attention to the thought.

You felt his hand gently stroke your thigh as he said “Well it must have been something because from the way your squeezing your thighs together, it must have been one hell of a dream.” He smirked before moving to hover over you, his fingers tracing lines around your waist near your panties. You’re heart starts beating a million miles an hour when he starts to pull them down. You’re hand immediately goes to his wrist as you look him in his beautiful yet intimidating blue eyes as you try to tell him to stop, but he speaks before you can get a chance to. “Relax baby, I’m not going to fuck you. I’m just going to help you out.” His low raspy voice only made things worse between your legs. He moves back up to kiss and nip your neck, you letting out a soft moan as he did so. “Austin…I can’t have any hickeys…James would kill me.” You managed to mutter out in between moans as you felt his fingers trace small patterns on your inner thighs moving closer and closer to your heat. “Shhh…I’m not going to do anything stupid baby. I just want you to close your eyes.” He said taking a break from your neck to look at you. You took a deep breath and did as he said. “Are they closed?” You hummed and nodded to confirm, then felt your heart skip a beat when you heard Austin whisper to you “Good girl.”

You were trying to get your breathing under control because to be honest, you were nervous and the thought of you being with Austin clouded your mind, but the thought of cheating on and hurting James, someone who didn’t deserve it, caused you to build up some anxiety. Austin must have read your mind or felt you trying to control your breathing because almost immediately you heard him say “Relax. You’re okay baby. I’m going to take care of you.” You took a deep breath and nodded before squeaking out a soft “okay..” “Don’t open your eyes. Just keep them closed and think about what you were dreaming about.” in the same soothing tone as before. Usually his told is a bit intimidating, but this one was softer and more gentle.

You’re breath hitched when you felt him pull your panties down to your ankles and ran two of his fingers up and down your slit before going back to kissing your neck again. You moaned softly as you pushed against his fingers, feeling him smile against your neck he whispered on your skin “God, you’re so fucking wet.” before placing one soft kiss to your collar bone as he pushed both fingers inside you, working up a slow pace of going in and out. The feeling of Austin’s fingers stretching you out was just enough to make you pull him closer, and placing your hand on his wrist as he continued his pace. “Don’t stop baby…” You moaned as you began grinding your hips against his fingers, getting more and more wet by the second.

You thought about your dream. You thought about how Austin’s head looked between your legs. You thought about how great his tongue felt, how he touched you, how he talked to you. You were now just focusing on Austin in general. How great it feels to have his warm body against yours, his raspy voice calling you baby all the time, God, how hot he looked when he got angry or frustrated. You thought of his fingers inside you, what they were doing, then you’re mind went to how great it would feel to have him inside you. How hard he would go, how rough he would be, but you also thought about how gentle he could be with you. You’re thoughts were interrupted when you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter, causing you to grind harder and faster onto his fingers that were now curved upwards, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You also happened to notice that Austin was panting softly into your neck. You were so close to going over the edge you weren’t sure you could hold it any more. “Austin..Fuck I’m so close…” Austin didn’t say anything back, instead he just began rubbing circles around your clit with his thumb that was..already there? When did he start playing with your clit? Regardless it caused you to arch your back and grip the comforter as you let out a louder moan. Your legs were starting to twitch, and your walls were flexing around Austin’s fingers more and more which caused a moan from him. “Cum for me baby. I know your close. Just let it go for me. Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s hand.” And that, that was enough to send you over the edge and then some. You let out a loud moan, almost a scream as you felt your orgasm wash over your body. You pulled Austin closer as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you gently to help you ride out your climax.

You tried to catch your breath as Austin pressed a few more soft kisses on your neck before pulling his fingers out and licking them. He smirked and looked at you as he whispered "You taste so good baby." All you could do was whimper softly. The power this man held on you was insane. He softly kissed your forehead before asking "Do you want me to clean you up baby?" Your heart immediately started racing again. What just happened was great but you don't know how your body would handle what had actually happened in your dream. "I can just shower real quick.." You spoke softly. Austin chuckled "Why don't I just get you a towel for now baby? You can shower when you wake up in the morning." You nodded as Austin went to the bathroom and handed you a towel. He pressed another kiss to your head before saying softly "I'll be right back baby. I need to go take care of something. You can have one of my shirts to sleep in if you want." You hesitantly nodded, still to stunned to speak because of what happened. Your brain was still trying to process the fact that Austin had fingered you, and you just had the best orgasm of your life because of it.

While Austin was in the bathroom, you quickly changed into one of his shirts and sweatpants. They were a bit big on you, but you found it all the more comfortable. You decided to lay back down in bed and wait for Austin. A few minutes later you heard him come out of the bathroom and felt him lay next to you, once again wrapping his arms around you. You hated to admit it, but part of you deep down felt truly happy. Not the type of false happiness you felt with James. You loved being in bed with Austin as he held you. One thing you knew for sure was that you intended on making the most out of this next week and a half with Austin.

Part 2???

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ultralightpoe · 9 months

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Bigger Than The Whole Sky - Ethan Landry

Authors Note: I have been trying to find any sort of energy to post and get out of bed. Got so close to giving up on life itself and I'm barely back, please bare with me as I try to find my way out of my depression hole I have dug for myself everyone. I know it's been a minute but life has been kicking my ass. Be patient with me - Ultralight

Word Count: 3405

Warnings: thoughts of su!cide, angst, grief.

Apart of my MIDNIGHTS EVENT. (Next Event is Sour by Olivia Rodrigo. Requests closed. Event following yet to be decided)

SOUR EVENT

MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy!

No words appear before me in the aftermath

Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea

It all went numb at some point.

You didn’t know when, and you weren’t really mad about it considering it helped with the stab wounds, but at some point after you found out you just…..lost it…….lost the spark. Every will to survive just vanished like smoke in the wind. You had no strength left.

Police officers snapped in front of your face, desperate to get your statement on the events as medics panicked and tried to get your attention, yelling to each other that you were going into a state of shock as reporters filmed and yelled to get the scoop. You didn’t really think you were going into shock, no, shock was when you go frozen and cold from a traumatic incident.

This…… this was just pure heartbreak.

Ethan……….. Ethan had-

And just like that you were leaning forward to spill your guts as the medic in front of you curses and backs out of the way, tears running down your cheeks hotly as you suck in a sharp breath. You had given absolutely everything to him, you had given EVERYTHING.

And yet you weren’t angry or upset…… you were just numb.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

What could've been, would've been you

That feeling of numbness quickly passed, and you were left with an unending sadness that just made you tired.

The news had already published the story over and over, his face took over your phone every time you opened any form of social media and you had yet to clear out all the photos you had taken during your relationship. There was no escaping it, not that you truly wanted to.

You would never admit that to the others, since they had gone straight to anger.

They just didn’t understand…. You always thought, which would bring a bitter laugh to your lips because what didn’t they understand? Sam had her boyfriend betray her, Tara lost her childhood best friend from it, Sidney fucking prescott had lost so many people to it. It was a tale as old as time. One falls in love, gets betrayed and stabbed and moves on.

But you couldn’t move on, you couldn’t leave him. Ethan had stitched you up when you scrambled your way into his life, broken and torn after losing your brother Wes and your mother last round.

He had saved you.

“-Yes Mindy,” You snap, reaching a hand to cover your face as you pass a group of kids with their phones pointed at you, the overnight bag carried on your shoulder weighing you down a bit as your boots scuffed on the floor. “I have my taser.”

“I just don’t understand why you decided to walk by yourself in the middle of the night.” She scoffs, the sound of doja cat behind her. “You should’ve called me-”

“First off, my roommate brought a boy over, I hadn’t planned on this. Second of all, you realize I can hear your sex playlist in the background, right?” You fake a laugh for her, trying your best not to let her know you were scared because then she would leave Anika and you didn’t want her to do that since she had worked so hard to get this date.

“Just call me when you get there?”

“How about I send you a smiley emoji?”

“If you send me an emoji I will-”

“Oh, I see a 7-11, I’m gonna stop and get your brother a slushie to ease my arrival. Gotta go-” You rush to hang up, ignoring her disapproval and dashing into the light of the gas station.

By the time you make it to Chad’s dorm you are shaking and trying your best not to have a panic attack in the middle of the hallway. Arms full with snacks and slushees as you use your foot to pound on the door.

You prepare a wide smile on your face for when he opens the door, shimmying to ease the tension in your shoulders, doing your best to seem happy.

But when the door swings open it’s not the cocky smile of Chad that greets you rather than the nervous expression of the curly haired kid in one of your classes, staring at you with wide eyes. “C-can I help you?”

“Oh. Sorry. I was- uh- maybe I had the wrong room?” You blush, stepping back to survey the hall for room numbers. “Crap-”

“Who are you looking for? I know everyones rooms.” He offers, leaning out the door to survey the hall himself. “Dylan? Right? He has a lot of girls come in so-”

“Chad. Chad Meeks.” You snap, blush deepening at the Dylan comment.

“OH! Yeah, in here. I’m his roommate.” The kid explains, stepping out of the way and widening the door. He waits a second, staring at you as you stare back wide eyed, the room behind him pitch black. He looks confused for a moment before turning to see what the problem was, jumping a bit when he realizes and twisting for the light switch.

“Sorry- I was sleeping- I wasn’t doing anything else I swear.” He rushes out, shaking his hands. “I am not a creep I swear.”

“You still have the lotion on the shelf-” He whirls to look and you try to stifle your laughter, turning to the bed on the right. “Where is Chad?”

“He went to check on Tara or something. Should be back in like…. soon ?”

“Okay. Cool. I can go to a coffee shop until he gets here then.”

“What? Why would you do that? You can wait here no problem.” He shrugs, moving to sit at his desk. You wait a moment before pushing the slushee out to him.

“Then here. You can have Chad’s slushee.”

“Thanks.” He smiles, grabbing it softly. “You do the econ homework yet?”

“We had homework?” You laugh, moving to grab the homework from him.

Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?

Did some force take you because I didn't pray?

Every single thing to come has turned into ashes

'Cause it's all over, it's not meant to be

So I'll say words I don't believe

Your court ordered therapist said that you might have relied on him too much, after being broken down from the last incident you had grasped onto the first kind soul you met. She believed that you were trying to fix the trust back, find the nice kind person you once had been.

You believed she was just telling you anything to make you feel better, right before she stamped a red flag on your papers for ‘DANGEROUSLY DEPRESSED’ and prescribing you hundreds of pills that you would dump down the toilet and tell her you were taking. It was a fun game.

But she might have been right about the relying thing. Like walking around with a broken leg, relying on a crutch only for it to break and leave to tumbling down a hill straight into the knife of someone you completely trusted wearing a stupid mask because they were too chicken to face you-

“Y/n!” Chad calls, reaching a hand on your shoulder and squeezing as tightly as he could, which after all the nerve damage and stab wounds wasn’t really much.

“I’m listening!” You rush, snapping to look at your four friends.

“No you weren’t.” He laughs, pulling his hand back and keeping it close to him. “We were deciding dinner and if you were listening you would recommend what you always recommend-”

“Pizza.”

“Oh. My. God.” He groans as Mindy reaches out to hug around your shoulders, pulling you tight.

“Leave my sister alone.”

“I’m your brother.”

“Chadward. Can you please just…..shhhhhh?” You ask, flipping him off. This draws a laugh from your friends and you imitate them, but your laugh isn’t the slightest bit real which leaves you feeling lost. And a bit awkward.

“You okay?” Sam asks, leaning closer to you so no one else hears. You nod, not trusting actual words to come out. She obviously does not believe it but you claim to be thirsty and leave for some water.

“You’re actually telling me that you prefer Star Trek over Star Wars?!” Ethan asks, eyes wide as he walks beside you on the way to Econ, adjusting his shoulder bag so as to not let it fall. “What is wrong with you?”

“More like what is right with me! You really like all that incest crap?”

“Oh…. you are going there?” he gasps and you shrug. “Then what do you think about the Targaryens, huh?”

He laughs when you stop short, thinking your reaction was due to his question, but in reality you had just seen someone design across the yard with a ghostface mask on, the football team laughing at the strangers antics.

“What a jerk.” Ethan sighs when he finally spots it, moving to block your view as you both walk.

It had been 2 weeks since you met Ethan, and ever since he had walked you to and from Econ which you found that you loved more than anything else. During these walks you got to argue over anything and everything nerdish, just easy and happy conversations. Plus you got to stand close to him which was always a plus since you loved how he smelled and his sweaters were always soft on your skin.

“Did you do the homework?” You ask, changing the subject to get your mind off the douchebag in the mask.

“Yes. And you can copy it when we get inside.” He laughs, shuffling past you to open the door quickly, holding it open for you with an easy smile.

“After you, Spock.”

“Oh why thank you Han Solo!” You smile, flipping your hair as you walk past him.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

You spent your mornings in bed, the sheets tucked around you tightly like a butterfly in the cocoon, staring blankly at your wall. In these moments you could barely muster the energy to lift your head from the pillow, eyes glazed with tears.

What was the point of anything? Why were you here when Ethan was……. Gone. Ethan, the brilliant kind soul that had an amazing future for himself was taken from the world while were wasting space.

You were never as smart as him, not nearly as funny or great. You had no future, which was ironic considering you were the one here……unless.

No.

Don’t think about it, that was rule number one.

But it would make things so much easier.

You wouldn’t do it.

No one would miss you…..

For a second your body melts into the sheets as you think about it, all the possibilities and the freedom it would bring. No more getting out of bed and no more stares from people. No more ghostface -.

But you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t.

So you stand, and force yourself to run a bath, sinking into the heat of it as you close your eyes, leaning back so you are completely submerged. Like the hot water could wash away your past, give you an entirely clean slate.

When your head hits the bottom, hands gripping tightly to the sides of the tub as you listen to your heartbeat under the water, the steady thump of it calming you down a bit while you open your eyes.

And there he is, blurry through the water, leaning over the tub to watch you carefully. Almost as if he were scared……Ethan.

Ethan was here, and he was scared.

Ethan.

“You were so nervous on our first date, remember that? And look at you now.” You tease, hitting Ethan’s shoulder with a twizzler while he fakes swagger, posing for you which leads you to cackle. “He said ‘we’ll take the large popcorn AND the twizzlers.”

“You know it.”

“College boy has moneyyyyyyyyy-” For a moment you imitate throwing cash, making him dance under the imaginary paper, both of you humming out words to a random pop song. “Get it. Get it. Get it.”

“I’m rich…. And you suck!” He snaps, moving to walk off as you gasp.

“And you are no longer getting laid!”

“Wait- wait I didn’t mean it.”

“Too late dork brains.”

“Gimme another chance here. I’ll splurge for a slushee.”

“You should have splurged for the slushee in the first place rich college boy.” You tease, walking past him. “I’m not cheap, you know. One of a kind over here.”

“Don’t I know it.” He blushes, moving forward to pull you close, walking with his arm over your shoulders. “You know I love you right?”

“I know.” You wink, smiling when he laughs at the Star Wars reference. “Now come on, we have a movie to watch.”

“Heck yeah.” He grabs your hand, leading you into the theater, checking behind him every couple of seconds to make sure you were still there and okay. Three months into dating Ethan and you were absolutely in love with the man.

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

“Y/n!” He shouts, muffled by the water, reaching his hands into the water to pull you up. When you break the surface you are gasping and spluttering out, hands clinging onto his sleeves tightly with tears streaming down your face.

“You’re here….” You sob, leaning out of the tub to hug him tightly, your face shoving itself into your shoulder as he wraps himself around you, his sleeves wet against your back while you sob into his shoulder. “I missed you, you ruined my life.”

“I’m sorry, believe me, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“You’re not gonna leave again? Right?!”

“No… no I’m here.” He whispers, moving to take his shoes off and climb into the tub, pulling you so your back was to his chest and wrapping his arms around you once more, his hoodie just as soft as it always ways and his cheek resting gently on your shoulder.

“You need to focus.” You mumble, not looking up at Ethan as he stares at you. “We have a test.”

“Halloween is coming up.” He scoffs. “What’s the point?”

“Woah, what has been going on with you lately? Are you dying after halloween? Do you turn into a pumpkin when the clock strikes midnight?” You tease, looking up at him finally. “Seriously you keep talking like halloween is the end of it all.”

“I’m just stressed, that’s all.” He shrugs, moving to lay his forehead on your arm while you kiss the top of his head.

“It’s date night tonight, what do you want to do-” Before you could finish the question his phone rings on the table, and he snatches it up when you look to see who is calling.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” He rushes, kissing your cheek and leaving without another word.

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

(What could've been, would've been)

What could've been, would've been you

(Could've been, would've been)

Silence fills the room as you both sit there, the heat from the bath calming you down as you twist to lay your cheek on the arm he had on the edge of the bath, closing your eyes.

“What’s the plan, Y/n?” He breaks the silence, taking his left hand and rubbing the wet hair off your forehead.

“To sleep here and forget the world.”

“I meant the life plan.”

“Don’t have one.”

“Yes….you do.”

“I plan on-”

“Be serious. Tell me your plan.”

“Do I really need one?”

“With the thought you were having this morning? Yes.”

“How did you know about my thoughts?”

“You have a future you know.” He whispers. “You have an amazing future ahead of you, without me.”

“I don’t think I can make it….”

“You can. I know you can.”

“I just want to sleep…….can you just hum for me? Like you always do?” You cry, reaching up to touch his hoodie.

“I can do that.”

He put you in his hoodie the night you stayed over, snatching it from where you had thrown it on the ground in both your rushes to get to his bed, pulling your arms into the sleeves as he kissed up your arms. His lips graze your collar bone before he kisses up your neck, smiling when you close your eyes.

“Come on, I’ll tuck you in.” He whispers, hugging you close as you both waddle to the bed, shuffling in together until you were both lying down. Your head on his chest as he hummed softly, after a moment you can’t help but laugh when you realize what he is humming.

“Are you humming me the imperial march?”

“No!” He rushes which makes you laugh even more. “It is so not funny-”

“No no no, I loved it. Keep humming keep humming.” You whisper, moving to look up at him with your chin on his chest. “It was great.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re gorgeous?” He whispers back, bringing a hand up to rub a thumb across your cheek.

“You….everyday. Like 10 minutes ago when you finished inside m-”

“WOW!” He interrupts, blushing and laughing.

“You’re handsome.” You answer, leaning up to kiss him before laying back down. “Now keep humming.”

“I can do that.”

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

When you wake up you are alone, in his sweater and in your pajamas, the bath cold and the sun streaming in. He wasn’t actually here, you realize, he never was. You had managed to sit in a bath fully clothed, and fall asleep.

There is pounding on the door, drawing your attention quickly, making you rush to jump out to answer it.

When you open the front door Sam is standing there, taking one look at your tear streaked face and soaked clothes before she is diving in to grab you in her arms. She holds you tight as you collapse, rocking you slowly as you sob into her chest.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay.”

“He did terrible things to us- and I can’t fucking get it together.”

“You’re doing great. There is no correct way to go about this.”

“I miss him.”

“That’s okay.”

“I wanted a future with him.”

“You deserved one.” And when Sam says it there was no malicious hint to it, just a soft understanding smile. “But you deserve a future after him too.”

“I cannot believe we are actually doing this.” You laugh, rushing past your friend to snatch your shoe from the bookshelf, you had no clue how it got there. “Ohmygod! Hurry hurry hurry!”

She laughs, letting you snatch her hand and rush you out the door, both of you running as fast as you can to the train stop.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” She mumbles, excitement written on her features as you both huddle together on the seat. While she panics you take a second to check your phone, smiling when you see that Sam had sent you the pictures from her wedding you attended months ago, both of you smiling widely.

The lights flicker on the train, and for a moment your heart stops, you take a second to look around……and for as long as it has been you are ashamed to admit you wait to see Ethan on the other side of the train.

But he is not here and you were no longer there.

You were in your future, living bigger than the whole sky just as he would want.

Which meant Taylor Swift of course…….

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can you write something about the reader and jack getting into a super bad argument about fame getting to his head? let’s say he’s treating the reader differently, not prioritizing his family, etc. (not that he’d ever do that ofc 🥰😂)

just another celebrity

GENRE: angst

i think i didn't really like how this turned out, but i really hope you do😭

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“I’m so sorry Maggie” you told your mother in law after you finished your second glass of wine.

she sighed, "it's not your fault, dear"

“I still feel guilty, it was my idea”

“this is only jack's responsibility" she reaffirmed, putting her hand on top of yours on the table, giving you a warm, but sad smile.

A few days ago it had been Jack's birthday, and you thought that the best thing was that he celebrate that day with his friends, and that on the weekend, he could have a quiet dinner with the two most important women in his life: his mom and you.

Thing is, Jack hadn't shown up.

“should we order?” Maggie said, taking you by surprise. You had thought that after her son stood her up, she would just want to go home.

“oh, I thought you wanted to go home" you confessed.

“we are already here, y/n, in nice dresses, in a nice restaurant, let's not waste the opportunity”

You smiled sadly at her, “okay” you nodded.

after having dinner with jack's mom, and doing your best to keep it from being a sad evening, you came home exhausted and upset. This wasn't the first time Jack had failed you in this way, and you were starting to get frustrated. Also, you never imagined that he could also fail his own mother.

You were already sleeping when you felt Jack's body fall onto the bed with a thud, not caring if he woke you up or not. You didn't turn around anyway, and when you felt him kiss your hair and wrap an arm around your waist, you could only clench your jaw and force yourself back to sleep.

The next morning, Jack was still in the same position, and you removed his arm from your waist without any delicacy, however, Jack continued to sleep as if nothing had happened.

you showered, put clothes on and went down to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. when you sat at the kitchen table and started looking at your phone while you ate, you came across some photos that made you abruptly drop your spoon.

Last night you had felt anger, but now you could feel the sadness closing your throat. As you watched Jack surrounded by celebrities at what appeared to be a second birthday party, you wondered if that man smiling in the photos was the same man you fell in love with.

You began to remember the last few months, all the times that he had been late, all the greeting kisses that he had returned without taking his eyes off his phone, all the nights that you had slept alone because he was at a party that he couldn't miss because there would be that celebrity and that celebrity.

all those times it hurt, but never like this. You know it was DRAKE, you know it was DOJA CAT, and a bunch of other celebrities, but were they more important than his mom?

you kept looking at the photos in case you found Urban in any of them, or if he had taken some, or maybe some members of PG, but nobody was, so... his best friends weren't invited either?

“morning baby” Jack's voice made you jump, and he kissed your hair without even realizing it, quickly turning to the fridge to get something to eat.

“where were you last night?” you replied, not bothering to greet him. You could see his brow furrowed as he looked back at you.

“in a party?”

“And, by any chance, did you have your phone with you?”

“where are you going with this?" he asked, as if he was already bored with the conversation.

“we had agreed to have dinner with your mom last night, jack. we waited for you for almost three hours”

“I don't remember when we agreed on that, y/n, but I'm sure mom will understand, I'll call her in a bit”

“yes, she will understand, but not me”

“please, y/n, let's not make this bigger than it is” he replied, rolling his eyes.

you opened your eyes wide, not believing what he was telling you. "You really don't care about standing us up for hours? Don't you feel even… a little bit of guilt?" you said, gesturing with your hands.

"I'm sorry, babe" he said, but anyone could tell that he was just saying it out of commitment, you didn't see a bit of regret in his eyes, he wasn't even trying to sound believable.

"I... I don't think I recognize you anymore, jack" you said almost in a whisper, and you saw how he snorted.

"you're really making a drama, y/n"

"I don’t think so. The Jack that I knew had his mother as his number one priority, he had his usual circle of friends that he took everywhere with him, if he had commitments with the people he loved, he would arrive on time. The Jack that I met at least took his eyes off his cell phone when he greeted me"

"I'm still like that, y/n, I can't believe you're doing this scene for one mistake!"

"one mistake? one mistake?” you said, beginning to breathe heavily, as you stood up from your chair “and what about everything else I just mentioned? what about dinner with my parents a month ago when you were an hour late, or when I broke my foot three months ago, but you found out the next day because you didn’t answer the damn phone?!" you said, touching his chest with your index finger with each word, in an accusing way. After months, your frustration causing you to vomit words without being able to stop, “oh! and how to forget when you arrived drunk at your brother's birthday and fell asleep on the couch because you had been celebrating I don't know what with fucking Adam Levine! can't stand that guy, by the way” the last part almost made jack laugh, you were so angry that you didn't even care anymore if you mentioned things that had nothing to do with the matter, "oh, are you amused? So you still don't understand everything I just told you?"

Jack had never seen you like this, and with your last sentence he began to realize the seriousness of the situation, but not completely. he tried to hug you and tell you he was sorry a thousand times, but you didn't let him.

“This is not going to be fixed with a couple of kisses and a gift, Jack... I think I've put up with too much… you are not the person that I fell in love with, the kind, the humble and nice man that I fell in love with. Now you're... now you're just another celebrity” you said, before walking out of the house, leaving Jack confused and heartbroken on the kitchen floor.

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i think i found out yesterday about adam levine's infidelity… i live in a country that hates him so, DID WE LIE? 💀

#jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow angst #requested

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Overwhelming— Romantic #17

In which: Nick is stressed out with editing and getting closer to going on tour again, Jasper forces him to take a break

This is my oldest draft. I’m so happy I get to finally post it 😭😭 also posted twice in one night 😱😱

Hours after hours, Nick had been staring at his laptop. His headphones plugging into his ears with Melanie Martinez and Doja Cat blasting as he went through and edited videos and created thumbnails; as well as respond to emails. They were about to go on tour again soon, and Nick didn’t want to be editing while sitting on a tour bus. So if he got it all done now, he’d only have to worry about traveling and meeting fans.

But there was a downside to this. He had no time to spend with his boyfriend and brothers since he’s been stuck in his room since he made that decision. Matt and Chris barely see him in the house and he doesn’t remember the last time he talked to Jasper. He felt so stressed and overwhelmed but he didn’t know what to do to relief that stress. And he didn’t know how much longer he could go until he broke.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his phone light up but he doesn’t care to check it, even though he knows who it is. He sighs, turning his music up louder and getting back to work, focusing ten times harder than he did a second ago.

Without Nick being aware, his bedroom door opens and Jasper slips through. He sees him working and can hear the music through his headphones. He sits next to him and taps Nick on the shoulder, causing him to jump and rip of his headphones off.

“Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!” Nick yells, his hand on his chest.

“You’re still editing?” Jasper asked, laying on his side, his arm propping him up.

“Yeah, I think I’m almost done though. I only have like five videos left.” He answers.

“Hun, you need a break. Your brothers told me you haven’t left your room in days.” The curly haired boy stated.

“That’s not even true. I left like…” Nick trails off to check the time. “Five hours ago to get a snack.”

“Baby, that’s not right. You’ve been working your ass off. Take a break.” Jasper says.

“I can’t. Tour is coming up in two weeks and I need to get everything done so I’m not worn out while I’m meeting fans and performing.” The redhead replies.

“Hun, you have two weeks. A little break isn’t going to affect anything. But if you’re nonstop working, you’re mental health is going to be horrible and you’ll be Murder able during tour, and that’s when you’re supposed to have fun.”

“I know I’m supposed to have fun but I’ll be stressed about this until it’s done and—”

“Nope. No more of that bullshit. You’re breaking out right above your nose and you know what that means when you break out there? It means you’re stressed. And I know you’re overwhelmed because there’s no pimple patches on your face.” Jasper claims. “And you look so tired, baby.”

“Honey, I’m fine. It’s nothing to worry about. How about I finish these five videos and then we can destress or whatever you want to do.” Nick suggested.

“No. We’re doing it now. Everything is so overwhelming for you right now and you need a minute to take a breather.” He confirms. “Shut your computer and put it away.”

Nick sighs, but doing what he’s told. “Good. Okay, now let’s get some food.” Jasper says, pulling him out of bed.

They decide to make Mac n cheese, well Jasper makes it, Nick sits down at the table with his head down. He’s tired, mentally and physically, and he is ready to take a break.

Jasper feeds Nick at the table since he started complaint about how his fingers are beginning to hurt from typing and editing for hours on end. Which, Nick thought it was ridiculous for him to get fed but he wasn’t going to complain about it.

After they eat, they go up to Nick’s room again, where they lay down and watch some of his favorite movies.

“You’re tense.” Jasper comments, rubbing Nick’s shoulder.

“I mean, I guess.” The redhead shrugs like it’s nothing.

“Take your shirt off and lay on your stomach.” He says.

“What?” Nick asked.

“Just do it!” Jasper says.

“Fine.” He replied, sitting up and pulling his shirt off and laying down.

Jasper gets on top of him, rubbing and kneading his shoulders. “Are you giving me a massage?” Nick asked, only to be shushed by Jasper.

“Yes, now be quiet and let me do it! It isn’t helpful if you talk.” He claims, twisting his hair before going back to massaging his shoulders.

Jasper goes on to massage his whole body, his shoulders, then the rest of his arms, his neck and then his back. Minus the low groans and whimpers from satisfaction, Nick stayed mostly silent.

After they’re done, Nick throws his shirt back on and lays down in his bed, feeling more refreshed then ever. “When did you learn how to give massages?” He asked.

“My mom used to give me massages all the time. Like twice a month or something.” Jasper replied, laying beside him and playing with his hair.

“That’s cool. Your mom is cool.” Nick yawns, sinking into his pillow. “I’m tired.”

“I bet you are. Go to sleep, darling, I’m right here.” He tells him, rubbing his cheek.

And with night, Nick drifts off, feeling relaxed and no longer stressed.

#nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo x reader

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marklovezz · 8 months

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Paint The Town Red

— AERI UCHINAGA

SUMMARY | Unusual things happening on Campus but meeting this unknown girl was definitely the biggest one but that doesn't stop you from giving her a chance. In fact you didn't have a choice considering she's everywhere you go for the wrong reasons. Is she really the person you wanna be messing with after all?

GENRE horror, angst, fluff? college au,

DISCLAIMERS mentions of blood. mentions of weed, mention of alcohol, swearing, abuse, kidnapping, mentions of weapons, ??, fem reader!

LENGTH 1.8k words!

AUTHOR'S NOTE — THIS ONE WAS QUITE RUSHED i didn’t wanna keep you guys waiting but it’s just a little bit of a short yet eventful chapter.. hope you enjoy though 🤍

Part 2

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Then the next thing you knew, you woke up in your dorm room, dried blood on your fingertips, a headache that pounded and your entire body ached. As you attempted to sit up your entire body shut down and you fell straight back onto your pillow as it sent a wave of pain through your head down your spine, you used your fingers to feel around your head as a patch of dried blood caught your attention.

You called out for Ningning weakily, multiple times in fact but no answer could be heard and you just gave up, you reached out for your phone on your dresser just to see it was completely smashed up.

The sound of your bedroom door opening shifted your attention as you saw Giselle with a tray of food, your eyebrows furrowed together as you tried to recollect your memories of the night before.

Gently, she placed the tray down onto our dresser, moving your belongings aside as her hand rested on your lower back , the other one intertwined with yours as she helped you sit up.

“Giselle why are you here? Where’s Ningning?” The female looked at you with one eyebrow raised from confusion.

“You don’t remember anything?” and with a very painful shake of your head she went to speak up once more, hesitating for a moment with a sigh whilst she looked at the floor, unable to look at you.

“She got upset last night at Karina’s party when she saw us two kissing and dragged you outside , she told me to give you two alone time and then when I realised you were taking a long time I came to check on you with Minjeong, only to find you knocked out on the concrete and Ningning was gone.” Your heart sunk the more she spoke about it as you weakly shuffled further back away from her.

“You’re lying, Ning.. She wouldn’t do that to me, she has no reason too!” You raise your voice, immediately regretting it as a wave of pain surged through your entire body once more, letting out a wince from the feeling.

“If you really think that then you don’t know that girl at all.” Giselle blurted out looking at you with a bored expression watching you trying to get up from the bed.

Hearing her words made you stop dead in your tracks before you turn to face her, your eyebrows knitting together as you couldn’t help but glare at her.

“Me? Not knowing Ningning? Giselle if you knew her at all she would’ve mentioned your name! You’re a fucking nobody to me so quit acting like you know shit.” You blurted out before walking as fast as you could out of your bedroom door, your hand gripping onto the back of your head.

It didn’t matter how dizzy you were or how weak your legs were feeling beneath you. You needed to find Ningning, more than anything.

You didn’t even spare a glance back at the stranger that somehow managed to find her own way into your dorm room as you slammed your front door behind you, starting your hunt to find your best friend.

You searched for hours all over campus and there was no sign of the girl anywhere. Tiredly, you collapsed down onto a bench that just happened to be there, gasping for air. You knew damn well that you should be in bed, resting and not looking for the supposed cause of your wound, but you couldn’t let her be alone.

At the end of the day who are you if not some sort of guardian for your bestfriend. If you had never met her you’d have nothing, that’s what you convinced yourself to believe but on a real note you know you wouldn’t have missed out on so many opportunities. Although she taught you many things like fun, popularity , how to love and take care of yourself etc you struggled to keep up with the important things.

You hated telling yourself that but deep down you knew it was true, deep down there was a possibility of what Giselle said was true. Was Ningning just trying to ruin you as a person? Did you know her before ? Did you do something to make her hate you and this is just some sort of revenge?

At this point, your mind wandered to possibilities that you knew had zero chance of being true but what could you believe at this point. The air only blew colder onto you as you felt tears stream down your face.

You didn’t know why you were crying and neither did the people giving you odd looks from across the field you found yourself sitting in, you couldn’t even call the person you thought was your best friend because you found your phone smashed to pieces on your dresser.

Lucky enough there was someone you could go too that was decently close by and with that you found yourself stumbling again towards the other dorm rooms across campus.

Soon enough your fists were balled up and banging onto your friends door. Nerves couldn’t help but bubble inside you for some unknown reason. You had always got nervous around her but it probably has something to do with the fact she was pretty much perfect in every way.

A child like smile plastered onto your face as your beautiful , blond , cheer captain best friend opened the door and she returned it almost instantly.

“Karina…” you mumbled out, she understood you were upset by the look you gave her as well as your tear stained cheeks. Her arms opened wide, welcoming you into them and almost instantly she pulled you into a warm embrace.

The hugs you loved the most had to be from her, they always comforted you in a way you’d probably never understand and with a few moments of you two like that, your sadness has somehow faded away although you knew it was only temporary for a situation like this.

After she invited you both in, you were sat at her couch waiting for her to return with blankets and snacks. She offered for you to stay with her and watch a movie and you happily accepted.

“Karina, can I ask you something?” You say, your voice cracking in between as she looks at you and the nod of her head was all you needed to continue.

“What happened after the party? Did you see me leave with anyone?” Her smile dropped slightly as she just let out a hum, thinking for a moment before speaking up.

“Ah yes, some black haired girl carried you out whilst you were blacked out.. I think Minjeong said her name was Giselle. I tried called you to check up on you but you never answered but you being here answers enough.” She let out a soft chuckle but immediately stopped seeing your expression completely changed.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” She asked as if she could sense the fear coming from you.

“No, it’s just Ning didn’t come home last night and I was wondering if you’d heard from her.” The shake of Karina’s head is what worried you the most but all you could do was nod at her as she sat down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Listen i’m sure she’s okay, wherever she is . She might just need a break, or she’s on vacation.” Karina’s reassures but you knew that’s not what happened, she would’ve told you and you know that for a fact because she’s never just gone missing without saying anything.

You decided not to push Karina more, as you sat and watched the movie with her but your mind did not once stop thinking of Ningning. As much as you didn’t want to, you had fallen asleep on Karina’s shoulder. You were worn out from walking around all day in attempts to find her that you couldn’t even fight it.

As peaceful as you were you were awaken a few hours later from rustling outside of Karina’s window. it didn’t help the fact she was asleep next to you and her dorm was on the ground floor. Cautiously, you stood up from the couch, walking over to the window as you peered out of it.

Nothing. There was nothing. You wanted to believe it was just you hallucinating because you were tired or maybe it was just a rat or fox but you couldn’t believe there was absolutely nothing going on after what you’ve been through in the past couple of days.

Quietly, you unlocked Karina’s back door, stepping out letting the night air hit you like a ton of bricks as you let out a shiver. Crack. You looked down at your feet and your heart dropped down to your ankles. The red devil mask. The exact same on you saw someone wearing when they were staring into your soul in class. That exact same feeling of sickness lingered in your stomach as you picked it up.

As you did more rustling came from the bushes in front of you and the mask fell from your hands as you backed up towards the door. Out of nowhere a figure went running away from you out of the bush.

“Hey!” You called out but you didn’t attempt you run after them considering how far they had already ran.

“Y/N?” A tired voice called out from behind you and your head whipped round to face it. Luckily it was only Karina.

“Sorry did I wake you?” A small smile appeared on your face , not wanting to seem suspicious. Karina only nodded , she knew something was odd but thankfully for you she didn’t question it, yet.

“Come on, you’re gonna get a cold out here.” Those words were enough for you to come sprinting back into her dorm but you slowed down a bit before you realised there was something you didn’t ask her.

“Karina?” Her head turned to face you as she looked at you with a tired look and with a nod of her head you continued.

“Ningning told me she was staying here with you last night, after the party.. Did she really just not turn up?” Karina shook her head once more.

“No, she must’ve changed her mind.. Like I said before, i’m sure she’s fine. Come on get back to sleep, don’t stress it.” All you could do was walk towards her tiredly, your head faced to the floor as you sat besides her.

Karina didn’t take a second to fall back to sleep and you were left alone in your thoughts until you felt a vibration from your wrist. Your apple watch. You completely forgot about it and as you move your sleeve to look at it your heart sunk even deeper.

An image from an unknown number, but an unusual one that made your heart sink deeper than before.

#aespa #giselle x reader #aespa giselle #giselle #aespa x fem reader #aespa x reader #giselle x you #Spotify

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Hello there sweet!

Congratulations for you big MILESTONE🎊🎊💝✨

How about

Robert Laing- And it's hard to keep my cool when other b!tches tryna get with my dude (Streets by Doja Cat)

Thank you soo much!! I cant wait what you come up with❤

a/n: It's here! The first drabble for my Lyric-Drabble-Mania! ☺️ Thanks @simping-for-marvel for the request and your kind words! ❤ I loved it! I hope you like what my brain came up with! ☺️

Warnings: (unhealthy) jealousy, swear words, mentions of sex, no smut, but it's a bit steamy

Word Count: 800

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @fictive-sl0th @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbs @kimanne723 @simping-for-marvel and a few peeps who might be interested in this... 👀 @coldnique @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @peaches1958

Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

Jealousy

You sighed annoyingly, as you looked around the room, taking another sip of the cheap wine in the glass you were holding in your hand. The room was way too big. The music way too loud. And there were way too many people. It smelled of alcohol, cigarettes and cheap perfume - the perfect mix for a classic High Rise worker's class party. Usually, you loved to go on those parties... Get wine drunk after a few hours, dance and party all night. Not today, though. Not since the last few parties. Not since you managed to fall in love with your neighbour and fuck buddy Robert Laing - the epitome of a British specimen. Tall and charming, with blonde-brown hair, stunning baby blue eyes and a physique to die for. Above all that, he was a wealthy doctor, wearing pristine, rich suits and expensive watches. Mix this all together and you got the most handsome, fuckable man around. That's what he was. Ask the women around and they will tell you exactly that. Quite a bit objectifying, right?

Not gonna lie, you weren't any different in the beginning. All you wanted from the sexy, just divorced doctor was to pin you against a nearby wall and have his way with you - and that's exactly what happened. More than once. Of course, he had other women beside you. Charlotte Melville, for example. The single mother, who lived with her son Toby in the apartment above him. You didn't have a problem with that - until feelings started to get involved. At some point it wasn't just sex anymore. It was love and both, you and Robert felt it. So, he stopped having adventures. You became the only woman for him. That didn't explain why you started to hate those parties, though. It wasn't like that Robert dragged you along against your will, oh no... You went on your free will. Why? To keep an eye on all those greedy, dressed to the hilt bitches, who had their eyes all over Robert and wanted to have their hands all over him as well. A few of them just couldn't accept that he was taken now. They ignored it - you and tried to get in his pants anyway. Robert didn't let them, of course. You trusted him, but nevertheless... The jealousy took over you way too often. That's why you started to hate those parties and felt so out of place, having to witness those pathetic disgusting tries of the women. Sure, you could stay at home and avoid it, but this wasn't better, was it? Yes, yes you were a very jealous person...

Robert was on the dancefloor, champagne glass in hands, living his best life. And then it happened... The things you were talking about... A woman in a very scarce, sparkling silver mini dress danced up on him, shamelessly grinding her ass against his crotch. You snorted out annoyed, feeling the anger course through your veins. Robert took a step back and avoided her second attempt, before tapping her on her shoulder, causing her to turn to face him. He said something to her. You couldn't tell what, of course. The music was way too loud and you were too far away. Out of earshot. The woman seemed to be disappointed at his words, tried obviously to argue with him, but Robert shook his head. Your boyfriend and the woman danced on - with some distance between them. After a few minutes, Robert emptied his glass, spoke to the woman again and made his way over to you then. The doctor wore a big smile, clearly enjoying this party, but when his eyes met yours and he saw how pissed you were, it vanished immediately. This had been the third woman this evening. "Darling, what got you looking so pissed?" He asked, was clearly a bit intoxicated. "Well, it's hard to keep my cool when other bitches tryna get with my dude." You snapped, causing realisation to dawn on him. "Shit, you saw it?" "'Course I saw it, Robert." He lowered his head. "I'm sorry, darling... You trust me, though? I'd never cheat on you." You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Of course I trust you... I know that you'd never cheat on me, 'cause you know that I'd cut your dick off, if you were going to do it." Robert chuckled, placing both his hands on your hips. "Very right, my love." "You know, it's just... I hate that they can accept that you're mine." "I know... We just have to show them how happy we are together." "Yeah?" "Yeah," Robert agreed, smiling seductively, "And how should we do that, baby?" his hands wandering lower and lower. "Oh, well, I've got a few ideas..."

#robert laing x fem!reader #robert laing x reader #robert laing x you #robert laing x y/n #dr robert laing x reader #dr robert laing #high rise #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston character

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annahxredaxted · 1 year

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Music to my ears.

Sweetheart is a well known musician! Milo owns a big record label company! Put two and two together you find love. But it didn’t always start that way.

Pairing: Milo/Sweetheart

Type: music

Tw: cursing.

For the sake of my fingers I’m gonna use Doja cats music bc it seems like something that would seduce milo. So uhm creds to Doja ig.

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“I understand I’ll be there tomorrow to record. Yeah, I get that, I’m sorry.” They excused their absence, to their manager and best friend— Harv.

Sweethearts cursed themselves out, missing another recording session, for absolutely no reason- well actually scratch that, they did have a reason, it just wasn't one they could use to get off doing their job.

“Yes I promise, I swear, okay. Yeah you too bye.” Sweetheart clicked the big red button, nearly slamming their phone on the counter in front of them- sighing.

Stress and worry flooded their mind, and they nearly broke down- but they persevered, I mean of course they always did. The night before they got dumped, by some guy they’d dated for a month or two. Not a biggie- but the things he’d said about them, and their characteristics and flaws hurt them deeply. Now they weren’t one to let shit get to them but damn, he just didn’t stop.

They were under a lot of toil with the deadline of their new album and all, and frankly they just wanted to rest- but a fact be a fact they are not a quitter.

sweetheart put all that behind them, they figured they should just cool off, calm down, and chill out for a minute- so they concluded they'd have a shower.

they made their way to their bathroom, going through the labyrinth of hallways in their house that their father had conveniently left them. they went into the master bedroom, placing their phone on their bed, all they wanted was a 15-minute break- nothing long, nothing extreme, just 15 minutes.

they turned the knob, stepping feet first into the shower, the hot water a brief relief for their aching muscles, sore from their workout they’d just finished.

Eventually their shower came to an end, they stepped out grabbing their towel and getting dressed, some clean sweats and a tee.

Of course they forgot the show tonight.

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They stared at the “Where are you.” Text from their crew for a good 10 seconds before running to the garage.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” They repeated like a mantra in their head, they made every arrangement and every detail to the T but when it was actually time for the show they forget.

They grabbed a random outfit, throwing it in the back of their car, and driving off to the stadium.

Stress filled their mind, sweat made its way to their forehead, trickling slowly but surely down their brow.

the worries of still not being able to impress flooded their brain, and fear of not being good enough went with it. they were in a constant state of stress, and they felt as if they never had any sense of closure.

finally, after a long mental pounding, they arrived at the stadium, sweetheart let out a breath they weren't aware they'd had been holding. they hopped out of the car grabbing all their shit and sprinting to their dressing room.

could anything go wrong? yes.

their endeavor to the dressing room was cut short when they crash straight into someone, crashing into his shoulder face first. ow. they thought.

"What the fuck?" they said looking up at the guy- the extremely handsome guy....

"Oh, I am so sorry- here," he held his hand out to them as they laid still on the floor, processing what had happened.

"he has a nice voice.." they thought before mentally slapping themself.

they rejected the help, hopping to their feet quickly, running off.

"it's fine just be careful." those were the last words before they ran off.

Milo Greer was heavily intrigued.

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screaming crowds were definitely no mystery to sweetheart. they had seen hundreds over the years, nor was writing their signature at the speed of light- or changing their phone number or going to some outrageous lengths to guarantee safety. But what was a mystery was that feeling they got when that saw Him.

They'd figured they were nauseous or something more believable. not love- that was something they hadn't experienced. maybe a few flings, a couple hookups. Never Love.

sweetheart genuinely didn't think they'd ever feel love. them? Have someone love them for well, being them. they assumed wishful thinking; love was a joke for them. sure, they wrote all these songs, but they weren't about something they'd experienced, they were something that would sell. sure, it was something they'd like to experience someday. but not today.

"I found it hard to find someone like you..." they sang, the words fell off their tongue and onto their lips so gracefully.

"I can't sleep no more,"

"In my head we belong"

"And I can't be without you...,"

"Why can't I find no one like you?"

Milo noticed it, the way they looked as if their earthly body was ascending and their soul took over, their eyes closed and serene, sweat beading up on their forehead. he deeply was mesmerized...

they finished the song, taking a quick breath and a sip of water as the congregation roared their name, screaming and clapping their asses off.

Milo placed his clipboard under his armpit and clapped as well, a smirk gracing his face.

"(sweetheart) you did amazing," Harv complimented, putting a little sing-songiness on the last word, laughing, ", per usual."

sweetheart smiled, "thank you I try." they admitted.

Harv had that look on his face when you remember something,

"Oh yeah! a recruiting agent was in the audience tonight. he owns a record label!" he exclaimed running out to go get him.

sweetheart sighed, of course, they had a screwup day when someone important was there.

oh. it was him. they thought.

Milo strode into the room; this guy radiated a proud gait and an ego. he was wearing all white- bold move. it accentuated his dark skin and made his stature heavenly, a gold chain drooped on his neck going down to his collar bone due to the top buttons of his white polo being undone, a piercing of the same precious metal on his lobe.

he was hot. not just attractive but extremely beautiful.

don't think that. they mentally screamed at themself.

"Hey there Sweetheart," he said grinning, arms crossed highlighting his biceps in the empty stadium's light.

they scowled. "Do I know you?" they asked, pushing past those persistent feelings.

he chuckled. "Not personally- but I could get to know you." he said, raising an eyebrow, "i came to make you an offer." he winked. he was coming off heavily flirtatious- but they had no complaints.

"I'm listening." they offered their statement back, crossing their arms in retaliation.

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that's all I got right now, and also i deeply apologies for not having posted any Fics recently but i guarantee I'm working on them :))

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