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Hi roman. I know this is very weird, but i've seen you give some life advice to other people, so i thought i could give it a try too. Don't answer if you don't want to. Anyway
Do you have any advice/tips for a 15 y/o who thinks they just have no control over their life? Like, my concentration is dog shit, i think my grades are slipping. My executive dysfunction so bad and i think i'm disappointing a lot of people. I have no idea how to handle anything in my life. I can't force myself to do the things i need to (not that that'd be any good, i'll immediately cry lol). I just, don't fucking know how i could make things better for myself. And i can't really talk to adults about it, they'll repeat the stuff i already know, and i am the worst person to put their feelings into words, so they'll prob never understand. Not in the edgy way.
Yeah so sorry for half venting into your ask box. Thank you in advance if you'll answer it, if it's too weird and you don't want to do that for whatever reason, that's ok. Peace and love <3
Dude, you’re unfortunately suffering from being 15. And possibly a learning disorder. Godspeed to you.
And I don’t say that to belittle your problems. In many ways as a teenager you don’t have control over a lot of things. You’re still under the control of your parents, you’re still learning how to deal with adult level emotions and ideas. A lot is expected of you and a lot of things are made to seem more important than they are. It’s hard to tell what’s actually important and what’s just adults blowing things out of proportion. It sucks and it’s frustrating!
If you can, you might want to talk to a counselor. If your parents or guardians are anti-counseling you might try to talk to someone at your school like a teacher or administrator or school nurse about the possibility of getting counseling without your parents knowing. Some schools have programs like that.
The adults closest to you might not understand but if you keep looking you’ll eventually find someone who remembers what it’s like to be in your shoes.
And I remember fully feeling like I’d never get control over anything. The end goal of life was graduation from high school and god only knows if I keep existing after that. But the thing is, you do! You keep existing and you figure a lot of stuff out. Wisdom does come with time, it turns out. And legally and practically you end up getting a lot more autonomy as time goes on.
And I know hearing things like this might not feel comforting. When you’re stuck, you’re stuck and no matter how much you logically know it’ll get better right now it sucks.
Just find ways to keep going. And try asking for help sometimes. If your family won’t listen, find someone who will. Take the time to write down your problems and how you feel if you can’t come up with explanations of what’s going on. Or find a friend to talk it out with so you can practice explaining yourself.
If there’s one thing I can promise you, when you’re a couple years into adulthood all of the problems from your teenage years start to feel small. At the time they were big and important though. And that’s what you’re going through right now. And a lot of adults forget about that. Hang in there, and when all of this is behind you, remember how hard it was and maybe someday you can help someone like you.
I’m sorry if all that wasn’t helpful. I don’t know too much about your individual situation. But ask for help when you can. Someone out there understands. You’ll find them.
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#i'm fine btw lol#i talk a lot abt killing myself for someone who's probably not gonna do it#tried before and it famously didn't work . which is why y'all have to suffer and deal with me now 😻#but it's fine i won't do it#i will just dream abt doing it until i die fr one day#hopefully sooner rather than later#such is my life . life fucking sucks i hate being alive etc etc#nothing tethering me to lifeeeeee and that's fine i've come to understand that nothing remains meaningful to me apparently#i need to put my head in the oven or smth#damn dude i should just kms but it's like . 😮💨 you know . hard to think it might not work again etc etc#lol idk#school is starting again and i've never been more suicidal in my life i think like wow#i really do not want to do this ... but it's cool 🫂 who cares#i'll suck it up and get the fuck over myself and deal with#like either i do it or i get kicked out.. i don't really have much of a choice 😮💨🤲 so#anyway... i'm fine really... it doesn't matter anyway... even if i wasn't bc there's literally nothing to do abt it so why bother#i'm going to go and try to stomach some food bc i've been throwing up everything i've been eating bc of how stressed i am#and then i'll just . lie down on the floor and patiently wait for tmmr#i'm really tired 👍 like beyond the regular usage of the word tired.. m fucking exhausted...#blah blah blah wah wah wah my life sucks you guys are sick of this so i will shut up but i think i'm not gonna be super active on here#anymore bc of school so 🫡 just figured i would log out but im sad so who i be if i didn't make some depressing text post abt killing myself#before i did. that 👍 jrjrjdkdkdkd lol#dl#neg
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fuck dude i have got to find a job where i can be self-employed and creative. i cannot be in fucking retail hell anymore
#she bork#tbd#like now i don't deal w customers which is cool but now that i work at like a big retail store and not a little mall outlet the pressure is#insane. and i have bosses who never say good job or thank you and who have set me up to fail by throwing a department on me that i was not#hired to run or trained for and frankly don't have time to run properly either. so every week just starts w me in our weekly meeting being a#fucking piñata like 'why didn't you get this done 🤨 you need to manage your time better 🤨 you're losing sales 🤨' and i'm like i'm trying!!!!#what more can i do!!!!!! and then the side of it i actually kind of enjoy (which is what i was originally hired to do) is very very hard on#my body bc it's a very physical job (i run the team that unloads the trucks every day and like i'm usually helping unload bc i'm not just#gonna stand there and watch while my team busts their asses lol) and now i'm finding out that it's actually not normal to wake up every day#w your joints screaming and stiff and that i might have a chronic condition (doctor is thinking some sort of chronic inflammatory arthritis#but i won't know if my imaging and blood tests showed anything until like mid-june) and i'm like. so even the part of my job that i don't#mind as much is not good bc it's like actively destroying my body. okay sick 🤠 and i don't wanna quit bc i've only been there for like#eight months and this job would be really valuable on a resume but i don't want it to look like i'm a job hopper or like i'm fickle or#unreliable. so i'm stuck here for a while i think. but the pressure is destroying me mentally and i know i need to find a position somewhere#else that is 1. not fucking goddamn retail bc retail will always be hell and 2. not management bc i don't see myself ever really getting#into upper management but lower/middle management gets shit on the most so if i go somewhere else and end up in middle management i'll be#right back to wanting to kill myself in a matter of months. basically i'm tired of expectations and pressure and stress and i'm tired of#waking up at fucking 2:30 every morning just to go in and get shit on and destroy my body all over something that in the end i do not fuckin#care about. i need to make art and be held accountable by only myself. idk i've been toying w the idea of learning how to tattoo and trying#to start establishing some artistic skill so maybe eventually i can do that? not now bc the economy sucks and that's scary lol and anyway i#have to give myself some time to actually learn the skill and perfect a style. but it makes decent money (at least before the expense of#supplies and taxes) and allows you to travel and still work and also it would be fun. and i could tattoo myself so it would cut some#expenses for me since i cannot stay away from the damn needle. idk lol i need to save some money before i buy a tattoo gun or anything but#i'm considering it bc i am going fucking crazy rn and ik this feeling will leave me eventually but i also know it will come back bc it#always does. and i'm tired of just surviving and just making it through every day and every week like i want to be happy and this is just#not doing it for me anymore#ugh fuck why couldn't i have been born w a brain that likes numbers and code and technology. i love being an artist but it makes finding a#sustainable career really difficult bc i feel so restless and miserable when i'm stuck in a passionless job but my passions are not#particularly profitable. hate it here why wasn't i born a capybara no job no responsibility just squint and squeak and sun
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Corner Store :)
Who goes to the corner store at 1 am?
I do.
And who's too dumb to think of putting some less revealing clothes?
I am.
I was lying in bed really faded and completely mind broken after playing with my cunt for hours instead of going to sleep. Nonetheless I realized I was a little hungry but there was nothing I wanted to eat in my house, so after my body calmed down I cleaned myself up and put some clothes on so I could go out. If it were any other time I would've put on joggers and a comfortable sweatshirt, but my mind was over taken.
I wasn't looking to blend in, I wanted to be gawked at like a piece of meat, at least subconciously. I pulled out a cropped pink hoodie with black stars all over it and the shortest skirt I could find (it barely covered my ass)
And for the finishing touches I hoisted my thong straps above the waistband of my skirt and smiled at the outfit I'd created.
"perfect"
The walk to the corner store was quiet...eerily quiet, I just pushed it to the back of my mind and focused on my goal right now.
"get fucked- I mean get some snacks...obviously...I just came out here for snacks"
I start scanning the aisle in the hopes of something catching my eye...when I stand there I realize the lone worker managing the store had been following me, I averted my eyes and just walked down another way because there was no way I was confronting him about it. I was the most scared when I stood back up from bending down to grab a drink from the freezers...I turned back to see a glimpse of him...
"he was looking at my ass" I thought, and suddenly got self concious and tried to turn around and cover it by putting my hands behind my back. I just gave up and went to pay. No words were exchanged between us since I was pretty sure he knew I was aware of what he was doing. When it came time to pay I realized...
"shit I forgot my wallet...I come here all the time would it be too much to ask if I could pay later?"
Would he reason with me...probably not. So I was getting discouraged before I even heard his answer and then that's when his words echoed through me...like a perfectly placed opportunity.
"There's another way you can pay...it's nastier but you don't seem like any stranger to that."
How could he just assume that about me...then I remebered how I was dressed... I had to admit his observation was quite fair.
I put up a little fight but it wasn't long before I was behind the store counter on my knees, legs spread a little bit and using all that knowlege from hypno vides, porn, and practicing on my dildo from home on how to suck him off.
"god you desperate bitches really do it the best eh?”
"keep it going I want to feel my cock hitting the back of your throat."
were all things he said, and I won't lie it only turned me on. I wanted to please him more and didn't care if I had to be a stupid fuck toy to do it. Once that was over with he pulls me up by my hair, not caring how much it hurt me in anyway and bent me over the counter.
I couldn't help but squirm over all the tugging of my thong and what it was doing to my overstimulated cunt, it hurt really bad and whenever I got too loud his rough hand came down harshly on my as…he had no mercy. That was only the beginning though, I started losing it when he went to fuck my ass, it hurt so bad and he went in and out as he pleased with no such warnings.
For that two hours he owned me.
He did everything in his power to make things as painful as possible and put off his cumming because the deal was...
"I'll let you walk out of here as long as I get to cum."
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't asking him for more by that time though, when he'd finally came he crouched down to watch his milky essence drip from my once tight little asshole down to my pussy, of course I gave it a taste after that and shoved some into my pussy for him.
"your such a good slut, and see what'll happen if you try to forget your wallet again, I'll have you crying and drinking my piss...get out of here."
It's safe to say...I will be forgetting my wallet again.
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DON'T BE FOOLED BY THE SILHOUETTE ── ʚ
summary- tighnari tries to fight his own rut for your own sake but fails miserably the moment you two are alone after dealing with some hydro fungi
characters- tighnari x gn reader
c/w- tighnari in heat, creampie, nsfw, overstimulation, oral sex, mating press position, semi-public sex(? (overall just nsfw) not proofread!
The work was done for the night. You checked every plant, every mushroom, every tree and part of the forest along Tignari throughout the day and when the moment of going back home came, problems appeared. It wasn't anything that you two couldn't handle, it's just that you were too tired and falling asleep on your comfy bed was the only thing pushing you to end the day. Apparently on your way home, while chatting with a really... awkward Tignari you encountered a group of hydro fungi next to the bridge that would lead you back safely.
You had also noticed that today, of all days, Tignari was more reserved and distant. You asked him a couple of times if he was alright of if he needed to chat but he bat it away with a "just some notes about the flora that I need to memorize, nothing to worry about" even though you could clearly see him wagging his tail every time you directed your voice to him. A slight tint of blush on his features, deep inhales when your body got closer to him and a look on his eyes that you would categorize as "predatory" made you think otherwise. And then, the hydro fungi accident occurred. As said, it wasn't hard to get rid of them, you were experienced with monsters of this type and the forest ranger was also used to encounter tons of different creatures like this. But what really pissed you off was when one of those bitches hit you with its bubble spit, soaking your clothes and leaving you wet before turning into ash.
“Ah, fucking great. Now I gotta go home soaking wet” you cursed under your breath so the botanist would not lecture you about language. But for your surprise, he wasn't even paying attention. He was so caught up in your silhouette, your curves and the clothes hugging your figure that he didn't noticed. His tail started moving sideways and he brought his own hand to his face.
"I cannot control myself anymore. I'm going to break if I don't do this". He thought, closing the space in between the both of you, gloved hands grabbing you by your waist and head falling on your neck, filling his lungs with your scent.
"Tig...nari? What are you-"
"I'm... In heat. I'm awfully ashamed to say it out loud but you're driving me crazy and I cannot wait any longer". His lips grace your skin, leaving short licks before sucking at it, creating red marks and bites that screamed 'mine' in his head. You were his. You were going to be his until he was done with you. Not that you cared about spending everyday with him.
Laying you down on a big leaf he started roaming your body, panting and muttering how good you smelled, your wet clothes now on the ground while he grinded his clothed erection against your sex, earning a surprised gasp from you along with a tug on his head.
If it was embarrassing to be doing that kind of stuff in the middle of the forest, why was it so amazing? The way your moans only fuelled him to go deeper into you, his fast pace breaking your mind and the multiple rounds leaving you with a sore throat. His cum would not stop dropping from your hole, he needed to breed you good, he couldn't be satisfied until he emptied himself in you. Not only that, your legs were pressed against yourself, gifting him with a stunning view of you. All fucked, cum dripping down your thighs and a sweet little voice asking for more.
“That's my love...I'll give you more and then we can go back home” he ushers you softly, pulling his cock back in again, making your head spin around like a love sick. And, as the gentleman he is, he'd clean everything up after. There's nothing more satisfying than licking all of your and his cum from you. Your already overestimulated sex can barely handle his tongue. But he's just helping, really! but he's also a tease. His eyes search your gaze when his tongue penetrates you for a moment, looking for another flinch or another tired moan. If he can't get a reaction from you he'll do it again, maybe even until you cum again for the nth time.
“You looked so good with my seed in you that I couldn't resist tasting you...”
#gn reader#izzuku#genshin imagines#genshin impact x reader#genshin smut#genshin impact tighnari#tighnari x gn reader#tighnari smut
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piano (dal)ma(tio)n
charles leclerc x f!reader - social media au
psa: no plot, just thoughts
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ynofficial: piano (dal)ma(tio)n
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charles_leclerc: I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO LET BUZZ BANG ON THE PIANO
ynofficial: it's my fucking piano????
landonorris: mum and dad are fighting again alex_albon
charles_leclerc: BUT!! IT'S!! VINTAGE!!
ynofficial: YOU TRY SAYING NO TO THAT FACE. DARE YOU RN.
alex_albon: don't let it fool you lando_norris, he's giggling too, i can hear it across the paddock
lewishamilton: buzz looks like he's having fun! charles_leclerc he could be a musical genius
ynofficial: that's what i've been saying!!!!!!!!!! but SOMEONE won't hear me out 🙄🙄
charles_leclerc: i'll hear you out when he learns to play chopin
ynofficial: bitch
charles_leclerc: love you too😘😘😘😘😘😘
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tagged: isahernaez
ynofficial: 'i'm a spontaneous person' - harry bright
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isaherneaz:❤️
charles_leclerc: so spontaneous you forgot to tell me 😐
charles_leclerc: i was this close 🤏to calling the police
ynofficial: oh my god i knew i forgot something
charles_leclerc: DO I MEAN NOTHING????
ynofficial: open snapchat
charles_leclerc: merde nvm
lando_norris: ew keep it PG in here
georgerussell63: oh charlie boy
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ynofficial: i pictured you with other girls in love and threw up on the street (true)
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lilymhe: i can vouch i was there ✋
charles_leclerc: darling, when was this?
lando_norris: last week?
ynofficial: i'm not gonna lie, literally three days after meeting you
charles_leclerc: #whipped
ynofficial: loud and proud about it
camilamorrone: charles_leclerc if you don't put a ring on her i will
charles_leclerc: noted
pierregasly: 😲
ynofficial: pierregasly you and me both brotha
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ynofficial: charles_leclerc don't know what YOU are talking about mr-hands-on-at-all-times
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arthur_leclerc: THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE
ynofficial: you're what??? 22???
charles_leclerc: didn't have to do me like that 😐😐
ynofficial: i can do you however i want
charles_leclerc: oh? 😏
lando_norris: i have to deal with max sucking face in public and this when i look at my phone smh
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ynofficial: PASS THE MIC RIGHT OVER TO CHARLES...we forgot charles
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charles_leclerc: please come back
danielricciardo: BUT WE CAN'T TURN BACK COS WE'VE GONE TOO FAR!!!
ynofficial: unbothered king 👑
danielricciardo: you know it
alex_albon: did you guys...forget charles?
charles_leclerc: yep
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charles_leclerc: if we run away together each time you leave me to walk a block before coming back to get me, i'll start hiding myself. love you always and a whole lot.
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arthur_leclerc: sap. marry her immediately.
charles_leclerc: working on it, promise!
ynofficial: i saw nothing, but yes
charles_leclerc: oh. nice to know 😊😊😊😊😊😊
ynofficial: please start hiding yourself, i want to stay here forever
charles_leclerc: say no more, i'll make sure to get a ticket for buzz next time
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All Too Well
Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader
WARNING: ANGST, Struggles With Sexuality, Mentions of Underage Drinking (DO NOT DO IT), Jealousy, Alcohol Consumption, Confrontation
PREFACE: Rhea and Reader were childhood friends, but after a kiss they shared during a party, Reader cut contact and never spoke to her again. That was until their high school reunion came up and the two finally see each other years later
A/N: Flashbacks In Italics!
Liv Morgan is also Reader's best friend from a different school in this A/U!
Some surprise appearances by other WWE Stars!
Was feeling a little angsty, don't mind me
"Are you sure it isn't too...showy?", I say,
Looking at Liv's reflection in the full-length mirror.
"Are you kidding? It's literally perfect"
I chuckle at her enthusiasm.
Within a week from now, we were set to attend our ten year high school reunion and to say I had knots in my stomach would be an understatement.
High school was fine, in fact, I often catch myself reminiscing on how simple life once was.
Not having to deal with adult responsibilities like work, bills or rent and just living life as I wanted...but there was one thing that made me wish time moved faster.
Rhea.
We grew up in the same neighborhood and were inseparable. Always sleeping over at each other's houses and hanging out every day after school. Wherever she was, I was. You wouldn't see me without her by my side and vice verse.
"Check this out", she says,
Smacking her wrist and causing the whipped cream she had on the back of her hand to catapult into her mouth.
"What the fuck? How?", I exclaimed.
She lets out a laugh, almost choking on the sweet foam.
"Saw someone do it on YouTube. Try it"
I shrugged, spraying some onto the back of my hand and repeating what she did. Only my attempt resulted in the cream to land on the side of my mouth. She lets out a roaring laugh, falling back against the couch.
"I've got you", she says,
Gently wiping it off my face and sucking it off her thumb. Her eyes never leaving mine, whilst doing so. I couldn't ignore the sudden rush of butterflies that irrupted in my stomach. What the hell was that?
I awkwardly clear my throat and sipped on some water. She eventually noticed my silence and squinted curiously.
"You alright, babe?"
Her nicknames have now become lethal to me. It's not like we haven't jokingly called each other things of that nature, but this time felt different.
"Mhm"
"Okay", she replied unconvinced.
Just then the door bell, rang. Thank god.
"I'll get it. Must be the food", she says,
Gently placing a hand on my thigh, before sprinting off. I felt her touch linger even after she'd already left the room. My heart racing against the confinements of my chest.
As the day turned to night, we got ready for the party Sonya was throwing, when I couldn't get the zipper of my dress up.
"Women's clothing is a complete joke!", I struggled inside the bathroom,
"Need some help?", she asked through the door.
Why was I so nervous for her to see me half dressed? We've changed in front of each other dozens of times before.
Though I must admit, I had to look away as we did. Something about seeing her so intimately made my stomach drop to my feet. Like I would...like what I see.
But nonetheless, I reluctantly agreed.
"Could you?"
She steps inside and carefully tugs my zipper up and once she was done, I turn around, patting myself off. For a moment, she eyes me up and down with a smile she was clearly trying to hide.
"That bad?"
"Not even close. You look amazing", she says,
Taking my hand and playfully spinning me around. God damn it, there go the butterflies again. I pull back, smiling awkwardly.
"Shall we?"
"We shall", she says,
Stepping aside and letting me out of the bathroom.
The entire car ride was silent, except for the ambience of the engine running and the radio softly playing. It gave me more time to fully process what happened and what exactly I was feeling.
It was all so sudden, that my head spun trying to wrap itself around it. I was probably overthinking. Maybe, I'd just imagined the whole thing and was worried over nothing?
"You're awfully quiet", she disrupts the silence,
Pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Hm?"
"Usually, we'd be screaming non-sensical lyrics over songs we put on, but you seem rather distracted", she interrogated behind the wheel,
"Um, probably the shots I took before we left"
"Well, I'm designated driver tonight, so, have all the fun you want, sweetheart"
Again with the nicknames.
We eventually got to Sonya's and made our way inside. The house was crowded with drunken kids from school, dancing terribly and talking way too loud. Tonight was guaranteed to be hectic.
"You made it!", Sonya yells over the music,
Before yanking me into a hug and making me chuckle at her excitement.
"I thought you'd ditch, since you weren't at school today"
"Nope, just decided to skip since it's the last day before spring break", I explained,
Pulling away.
She then pulls Rhea into a hug and plants a kiss on her cheek, making Rhea laugh.
I couldn't help but feel off about it.
But before I could even react, a hand turns me around by the shoulder and it was Liv, my friend from a different school.
"Hey!", I greeted,
As she squealed, jumping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist, like she usually does.
"Oh my god, I haven't seen you since last semester!"
"I know! I was swamped with extra-curriculars and tests", she said,
Hopping back down.
I look over and was met with Rhea's intense gaze.
"Rhea, this is my friend, Liv. She goes to the school down the road from us"
"It's really nice to meet you!"
"Pleasure", Rhea greeted,
Her tone dry and unwelcoming. I give her a look of confusion, to which she simply ignored me, before walking off.
Besides that slight hiccup, the night went on just as I expected. With me getting wasted and making a fool of myself with Liv in the sea of dancing people.
Every now and then, I'd catch glimpses of Rhea staring daggers into me and for some reason, I didn't really mind. As a matter of fact, I sort of enjoyed the attention more than I was willing to admit.
That was until Liv grabbed my hips from behind and began swaying them, which then caused Rhea to visibly scoff and disappear from view.
Even in my drunken haze, I could tell she was irritated, but I decided to let her cool off, before attempting to ask any questions.
I did eventually feel the drinks working their way down, so I pulled Liv in close.
"I'm going to the bathroom!"
"Kk!", she yelled back.
I began stumbling towards the bathroom and swung the door open, just to find Rhea sitting in the empty bathtub.
"Hey there, stranger. I haven't seen you all night", I slurred.
"Yeah, you noticed? I'm surprised with the spectacular company that's been entertaining you"
My eyes squint curiously.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She sighs through her nose, looking away.
"Nothing"
It was now my turn to sigh, as I closed the door behind me and sat on the floor, beside the tub.
"Someone's jealous", I teased.
She didn't respond and merely scoffed once again.
"I saaaid someone's jealous-"
"And what if I was?", she interrupts.
In that very moment, any ounce of drunkness violently fled my body.
"What?", I chuckled nervously,
"What if...I was?", she repeated,
Sitting up and gripping the edge of the tub to bring herself closer to my face.
I was at a complete loss for words. Hit with so many emotions at once, that I froze in place, just staring blanky at her.
"What do you-"
Before I could complete my sentence, she cuts me off by crashing her lips onto mine. The strangest part of it all was the fact that I didn't pull away.
It felt...good.
I grab her face and pressed deeper into the kiss, whilst swiping my tongue over her bottom lip, tugging it slightly with my teeth.
Her own hands do the same and before I knew it, she pulls me into the tub, straddling her hips. I felt myself growing needier with each passing second, but before anything else could happen, she made her way down my neck, whispering.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting this"
That's when reality finally hit me. I was in love with my best friend this entire time and couldn't bring myself to admit it. I was in love with a girl. All the pieces of myself that I thought were broken were now starting to make sense and I just wasn't ready.
I hastily pull away, getting out of the tub.
"Where are you going?"
"We can't do this", I say,
Wiping the smudged lipstick off my cheek.
"(Y/N)"
"I'm sorry, Rhea, I can't", I rushed,
As she stood up to follow me.
"(Y/N)-", she steps out of the tub,
"Please", I pleaded with teary eyes,
Catching off guard.
"Just...I can't", I choked back a sob.
I rush out of the bathroom and left the party entirely, but as I ran home with tears streaming down my face, my phone kept blowing up with messages and incoming calls.
Some being from Liv, looking for me and others from Rhea, begging me to come back so she could explain. I simply turned my phone off and finally arrive at the steps of my house.
I was consumed with more emotions than I could handle. Confusion, helplessness, fear, but most of all, grief. I was now meant to grieve the loss of my best friend and possibly the love of my life.
That night was the last time I'd ever spoken to her.
Rhea would continue to try and get a hold of me, but a few weeks go by and she eventually got the hint.
At school, I'd take different routes to try and avoid her and when we did cross paths in the hallway, I'd just speed-walk past her to get to my next class.
Losing someone like her has been and still is one of my biggest regrets.
"Hellooo?"
I was snapped out of my thoughts by Liv's hand waving at me.
"What?"
"I asked if I should do an updo or have my hair down"
"Oh"
"Are you okay? You seem like a bajillion miles away right now", she questioned,
"I'm fine"
"Mhm", she crosses her arms,
"What?"
"Nothing. If you say so", she shrugged,
Turning back to the mirror.
"Liv", I urged warningly,
"It's just, are you sure this isn't about...Rhea?"
"What? No"
She sighs, hopping on top of my vanity.
"What?", I repeated,
"How long have I known you?"
"Well...a while"
"And in that while, do you really think I can't tell when you're lying?"
It was now my turn to sigh, as my arms fold over my chest.
"What happened was...less than ideal, but don't let that ruin your night. You deserve to have fun", she says,
Getting back on her feet and making her way over to the bed, as I shrug, watching her take a seat next to me.
"Who knows, maybe she still feels the same way", she nudges,
"That's not funny"
"I'm being serious! Who you are isn't anyone else's business, but your own and if you do end up telling her the truth, that should be your choice", she emphasized,
"Look, (Y/N), you're a total babe. Anyone would be lucky to have someone as sweet and funny and pretty and smart and-"
"Okay, okay, enough with the flattery", I chuckle,
Nudging her back.
"Hey and if all else fails, we can still get wasted"
"See? This is why you're my friend", I say,
High-fiving her.
The days came and went in what felt like a flash and before we knew, it was the day of the reunion.
With each moment that passed of us being in the cab, my heart grew burdened by anxiety. What was I supposed to do if I saw her? What if she came up to me? Would she tell me off in front of everyone? Was I prepared for that to happen?
Worst of all...what if she brought a date?
"Stop doing that"
"Doing what?"
"I see the hamster wheels spinning"
I sigh, relaxing into the seat. Liv then pulls out a cannister and sneaks it under my purse.
"You're lucky I came prepared"
"You really did", I say,
Twisting off the cap and carefully taking a swig.
"But don't over do it. I actually wanna dance a little before we black out"
We arrive at the high school and I was immediately taken back. The grass, the steps, the doorway. It truly felt like a blast from the past.
"Just as ugly as I remember!", I squealed,
Throwing a hand over my mouth, as Liv snorts, leaning against me.
The gymnasium was packed with many familiar faces, two of which were a set of twins I used to know.
"Yo, no fucking way"
"Hey, Jey", I greeted with a beaming smile,
"If it ain't miss (Y/L/N). Man, you still look good"
I playfully roll my eyes, as he pulls me into a hug.
"I haven't seem your ass in a minute, ma"
"No! I saw you a few years ago, when I came to one of Liv's matches"
"Like I said, a hot minute"
I laugh, pulling away to greet everyone else.
The DJ starts playing a song from way back when and Liv gives a mischievous grin.
"Oh god"
"You know the drill, come on", she drags me onto the dance floor,
And all of our friends followed suit.
As we started to dance, the gym doors open, catching my attention. My face immediately drops upon realizing who it was.
"What?", Liv turns to see and her own eyes widen.
"Shit"
There she was.
Only, I almost didn't recognize her. From the new black hair slicked back, to the expensive three piece suit and tattoos, my heart nearly gave out.
She was nothing short of breathtaking.
Her eyes immediately fall upon mine and it felt like everyone else disappeared. Even with her new entourage behind her, being rowdy, all I could focus on was the dejected look on her face.
I had only myself to blame. Had I not been a coward sooner, none of this would've happened. We wouldn't have cut ties, grown apart and gone our separate ways. We might've even-
"You good, uce?", Jey snaps me back to reality,
"Yeah, I'm fine"
"(Y/N)-"
"I'm fine, Liv. Really", I reassured,
"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom", I let my friends now,
Before walking out of the gymnasium.
I knew this was all my own fault, but I couldn't help but tear up, thinking of all the things I could've done to change what happened. She deserved better than that. She deserved better than me.
I arrive at the bathroom and lock myself in the handicap stall.
With no one around to hear me, I finally let go of all the tears I'd been desperately fighting back. After allowing myself a good few minutes to cry, I grab some tissues to wipe off the makeup that was surely running down my face.
I recollect myself and exit the stall, but as I went to check on myself in the mirror, the door creaks open and it was none other than Rhea walking in.
There couldn't have been a worse possible time than now to run into each other.
"Sorry", she said with her head low,
Stepping back out.
"Wait, Rhea"
She simply ignored me and kept walking, to which I followed behind her.
"Rhea, could we please talk about this?"
"Talk about what?"
"Please", I begged,
She finally stops and turns to face me.
"I'm sorry"
"Alright"
"Rhea, please", I pleaded,
Taking a hold of her wrist and making her eyes pour into mine. Even being this close to her made my heart race against the inside of my chest.
I carefully let her go and she stuffs her hands into her pockets.
It was now or never. I could either just let her walk away and risk never seeing her again or make things right, so... I took a deep breath and began.
"I wanna start off by saying I understand that you're angry. You have every right to be and I don't blame you for it", I reassured.
Her eyes never leaving my face as I spoke.
"But before you go, I just need to tell you how sorry I am", I start to choke up,
"Nothing I say or do can ever make up for how I ended things...but I'm sorry"
Her gaze was still intense, but I could make out her eyes glossing over.
"I'm sorry for leaving you with no explanation. It was childish and stupid, but I promise, it had nothing to do with you. I was scared and I didn't know who I was back then, but I do now. I am a woman who likes other women", I wept,
As she takes a deep breath in.
"I am a woman...who was in love with her best friend", I admit.
The confession causing her face and shoulders to drop.
"She just wasn't ready to say it"
"(Y/N)", she exhales,
"But that doesn't excuse me just leaving you in the dark and for that, I am so so sorry", I cried.
"No one deserves to be treated like that, especially not someone like you. Someone so kind and so beautiful", I softly cup her cheek,
As she melted into my touch.
"I know I don't deserve it, but you'll have me, I promise I will never hurt you again"
She shakes her head with a tearful smile, taking my hands into hers.
"I am so proud of you", she says,
As tear rolls down her cheek and meets the tip of my fingers.
"You are?"
"That's all I've ever wanted to hear"
And for the first time in a long time, I felt...light. The years of shouldering this burden was gone and I could finally breathe again.
I was so caught up in what was going on, that I almost didn't notice the audience of our friends gathered behind me. Guess I just have to lay it all out there now.
"Guys", I start,
When I felt Rhea's hand grab mine to make me face her.
"(Y/N), you don't have to do this"
"I do"
If she was brave enough to come out all those years ago, it was now my turn to have that same courage. I turn back towards the small crowd and see Liv cheering me on with a nod.
"I love Rhea and I'm not hiding it anymore"
A fleeting moment of silence overtakes the hallways, before they all rush in to hug me.
"I'm proud so of you, kid!", Liv squeals,
Causing Rhea and I to laugh amidst the group hug.
"You're a g, (Y/N)", Jey joins in,
"You finally got the girl!", Dominik yells,
Making Priest playfully smack the back of his head.
They all pull away, allowing Rhea and I to face each other once more.
"Let's give them their space, guys", Liv say,
Ushering everyone back into the gymnasium.
Without wasting another precious moment, she pulls me in and kisses me with a newfound passion.
This was how it was meant to be.
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Two of a Kind (Billy Hargrove One Shot)
+18
Minor DNI
The two of you are headed out on vacation. If there is one thing that Billy has to be, it's early to the airport. When he decides to push your buttons, you push his right back. Has Billy met his match?
Dom!Dom, Sex toys, Brat, Oral (Female Receiving)
Your POV:
"Y/N!"
"William!" You shriek. "If you tell me to hurry up one more time I swear you're gonna be suckin' your own dick this trip. Jesus Christ! What are you fifty fuckin' years old?"
Billy chuckles darkly from the living room, taunting you further; driving you absolutely fucking insane. He sighs heavily, heaving himself up from the couch.
You hear his footsteps; the heels of his boots shuffling over your hardwood floor.
When I turn around he's going to be leaning into the doorframe. That smirk; a smolder in his eyes that makes me throb. And, all I'll get is a tease because this motherfucker needs to be at the airport four hours early.
For what?
You continue to stuff your clothes in your suitcase. Coercing the man with a lack of one of his favorite things... your attention.
He clears his throat as you continue to toil, leaving Billy no choice but to get physical to get what he wants. You.
Mmm... Then it's all over.
His heavy feet move closer. Anticipation builds as you feel his hips flush with your ass, he reaches down, taking a hold of your waist.
"Y/n..."
"Mhmm..." You hum as if it's nothing, leaning forward to reach for your heels "somehow" finding yourself in Billy's favorite position; your hips in his hands, taking you from behind; you, fucking him back.
"Goddamn," he grumbles; his hands circling your ass.
"Did you need something? I'm in a rush, apparently."
"Why are you ignoring me, baby?" He runs his hand up the middle of your back; the other, pulling your hips closer.
"Because Hargrove you're a fucking tease and you know it."
He lets out that same chuckle; velvety and low as his fingers weave through your hair at the nape of your neck.
Pull it, Billy... You know you want to.
He doesn't, moving his hips ever so slightly; pressing into you at the perfect tempo.
"You did this to me when we went to Cali. You did this to me when we went to Minnesota and Dallas; and New Orleans. You get me all fuckin' worked up, only to sit in an airport for hours. And I have this sinking feeling I'm gonna be dealing with this shit for the rest of my life."
Billy lets out a sigh, his finger tangling a little tighter through your curls; hips working just the slightest bit harder. His cock is stiff, rock hard in his practically painted-on Levi's jeans. You zip the big compartment of your luggage shut.
"I have had a long week at work. A long fuckin' year actually. I need this vacation. So, Billy... If you wouldn't mind taking a seat in the living room-."
"Excuse me?" He cuts you off, releasing his grip on your hair as you yank the small pouch open.
"I'm gonna take care of myself. M'kay!" You backchat; drawing out your vibrator, tossing it to the head of the bed.
"Jesus, Y/n," he gripes. A mix of annoyance and lust.
Turning around, you slink your hand up his thigh, landing on his dick; a rough enough touch for him to suck in a little air. He looks down, eyeing your hand on him. He tilts his head slightly, a wicked smile rolling across his lips.
"Get out, baby. Don't worry. I'll be fast. I'd hate to be only three hours and fifty-five minutes early. I mean Jesus Christ that'd be a fuckin' tragedy," you whisper; lips, brushing over his.
Looping your finger under your skirt you tug your panties over your hips watching as they fall to your feet, landing on Billy's foot. White lace atop his black leather boot.
He reaches for you again as you crawl onto the bed; his strong hand instantly tracing up your inner thigh; fingers, working softly over your slit as you move out of reach.
"5 minutes, baby. Then we're heading out," he smirks; continuing to fuck with you. He was already going to cave, the second he stepped into the room; you know exactly what he is waiting for... He wants you to beg.
"Sounds good," you smile as you brush the straps of your dress off your shoulders, letting the paisley material fall; exposing your white lace bra.
Billy's eyes darken; he wets his bottom lip with a smile.
You reach around your back, unclasping your bra; flicking it to the side. Your breasts bounce as you find the perfect position on the mattress. Billy smirks, casting his gaze away; shaking his head dizzily.
Relaxing into the pillows, you draw your legs up. Guiding the vibrator to your pussy you slide it effortlessly along your slick.
Now who's teasing who, Hargrove?
"You wouldn't." His eyes snap to yours.
"I would," you breathe as you flick it on, pressing the soft tip through your entrance. Your breath catches as you're met with rotations and vibrations; the toy starts to work its magic on you Your eyes shut softly.
Your hand drifts up your body gradually; fingers, reaching the blush of your breast, tracing your nipple slowly. Proceeding to the other side you tweak your nipple, rolling softly. A breathy moan slips your lips.
You can hear his feet, nearing your side of the bed. His presence is palpable; breathing softly. Billy's cologne delights your senses as well; warm vanilla, smoke, and leather, furthering your fire. An absolutely intoxicating scent.
"Fuck, Billy..." You whimper.
Do you say my name whenever you use your toys, baby?" He rasps.
"Oh my god," you sough; disregarding the question.
"Y/n; baby?" He breathes.
You turn it up a little higher; the buzzing noise loudens. Working the vibrator in and out, your thighs start to quiver.
He can hear how drenched you are; you, no longer frustrated, getting off on the idea of him it watching. "Shit," you hiss; flicking your eyes down, watching the blue shimmery silicone glimmering with your essence.
He's frustrated... You can see it in his eyes. A battle of stubbornness, wanting you to beg for him; wanting desperately to cave himself.
Your breathing starts to increase; your eyes shut again. Billy lets out a growl. His hand brushes yours; your eyes flick open watching as he mounts the bed; body hovering over you. Billy presses his lips against yours, taking the vibrator off your hands.
You smile against his lips; giggling delightedly. He draws it out fast, your breath escapes your chest.
"Billy! What the fuck?" You cry, breathlessly. He lets out a sinful chuckle against your lips, turning it off. "You're a fucking dick."
You push past him to stand up; Billy grabs your shoulder, forcing you back down on the bed, pressing you into the pillows roughly.
Fuck...
"You're stubborn, Y/n. And now, you're gonna beg."
You roll your eyes bringing your free hand up to your lips. Running two fingers along your tongue.
"The fuck I will..." You breathe; dragging your hand down to your cunt, continuing where you left off.
Billy steps off the bed, vibrator in hand; walking toward the door. "3 minutes, baby. Then we're heading out."
"Sounds good," you sing; pulling the drawer of your nightstand open roughly, allowing the knick-knacks to clatter inside; stopping Billy in his tracks.
"Mmm..." You whirr; drawing out a pink rabbit vibrator, turning it on.
BUZZ.
He turns around slowly, his eyes shifting to yours. You challenge him with your stare, lifting an eyebrow.
Billy walks toward you; eyes, driving into yours.
He stares down at you, watching you carefully as your pleasure begins to build again. Billy's rough finger meets your arm, tracing softly to your hand.
"Shit!" You gasp; Billy takes a rough grip on your wrist, taking you in shock.
"Drop. It."
"No."
"You're such a fucking brat," he snips; making you chuckle.
"A-And?" You stutter as your bliss builds.
"Why are you like this?" He laments; eyes, falling down your body; breasts jostling with each thrust of the toy.
"Why are you surprised?"
"God you're so fucking hot," he moans; his lips crash against yours; tongue swirling as you continue to play with yourself.
Billy pushes his hand between your thighs, taking it from you as you kiss; Billy, willingly accepts defeat. The only man you'll ever beg for. The man that owns your heart.
"Please don't stop," you plead; panting against his lips. You feel his smile, the two of you getting what you wanted.
"I love you, baby," he rasps.
"I love you too."
Billy thrusts it in at the perfect angle, the head of the vibration swirling against your G-spot; bunny ear; flicking at your clit.
Your stomach starts to coil; back, arching off the bed. "Are you gonna cum, Y/n?" Billy grunts as he continues to rut in and out.
"Mhmm," is all you can muster. "Fuck!" You whine as Billy turns it up higher. Your damn break; orgasm, ringing through your body as you flutter around the toy, moaning into your kiss.
"Holy shit... Fuck, Billy..." You ride the waves of your orgasm. Your body relaxes slightly; a little whimper releases against Billy's lips.
He moves lower on the bed, his pupils blown with lust. Billy dives his forearms underneath your thighs pulling you toward his lips.
More? Fuck...
He flattens his tongue, licking a line up your silk causing you to wail.
"Fuck, you're sweet," he moans; his eyes hooded. Billy curls his arms, forcing you closer as he locks onto your sensitive bud; sucking and flicking his tongue as you scream his name. He chuckles against your pussy.
Billy grabs your legs, slinging them over his shoulders. His fingers reach your skin; trailing dangerously close to where you're craving him most.
Reaching down you run your fingers through his hair, giving it a little tug. Billy groans, as a result, the vibrations make your eyes roll back.
His fingers swirl around your entrance, plunging in; one then two, a slight curl as you feel yourself nearing your peak again.
His thick fingers work against your g-spot causing you to dig your heels into his back. "Billy... I'm... I. Fuck!" Your second orgasm hits you harder than your first.
Billy continues to please you with a little more pressure, brushing his tongue from side to side as your body tightens around his fingers.
"Mmm... That's it, baby," he groans as you ride out your second release. Your heart, beating rapidly; reaching for a breath.
Billy presses his lips against your clit softly. His mouth, drifts higher and higher; showering you with kisses as he nears your lips.
You cup his cheeks, drawing him nearer. Billy kisses you deeply, relaxing his body into yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck you hug him tightly, craving his weight on top of you; the ultimate comfort.
"You are impossible," he grumbles; his lips, meeting your neck. He nips at your skin, just enough to pinch. You reach around, slapping him roughly on the ass. "Jesus," he whines; quickly returning to your lips.
"You're not giving me credit, Bills. I totally gave in."
"No, you didn't. Not until I fucking caved," he chuckles against your kiss.
"Mmm... That's true. So I won then?"
"No, I won, Y/n. The day I met you..." He buttons his lip, trying not to laugh.
"Ew..." You snicker; shaking your head 'no'. "That was so cheesy... " you bully.
He smiles warmly, giving you another kiss; a little softer, lingering a little longer. "You are perfect, Y/n," he sighs against your lips.
"So are you, Billy."
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Part-time romance
Pairing: Vox x GN reader
WC: 3k
A/n: PT ONE FINALLY UP WHOOOOOOOO…. This chapter is a lot of set up so no sexual tension yet sorry guys 😔, but I promise it’s still entertaining!
Nine years you’ve been in hell, and frankly compared to others, it wasn’t the worst. When you first fell you were smart enough to gain a good understanding of hell and its system before falling into the system of power and soul exchanges. While the idea of selling your soul to an overload didn’t sound optimal, neither did being weak and likely killed in an extermination. That's why you decided to work under the contract as your best option for the time being, ten years you worked under Velvet, one of the Vee’s, and in exchange, you had protection and decent pay. Luckily you were smart enough to go over the fine print and not be a slave to them but, still, they had lots of power over you. You didn't work close to them in the beginning though so it worked out.
In your life, before the fall you were a high-positioned manager for a company. So, you had the appropriate knowledge to climb up the ladder quickly, scoring you higher pay and closer relations to the Vees. Velvet was the one who took an interest in you after you were recently promoted and met her in a meeting. She loved your sense of fashion and you guys hit off well.
So, now here you are working almost top of the ladder and friends with your boss, an overlord of hell, life was pretty nice! Well other than your love life… but let’s be real who has one in hell? Anyways you and Velvet were doing your weekly recap at a new bar and she was ranting about how much of a bitch Val was being. “And then that pissbaby fucking ruined my shoot” She stared at you for a moment snapping her fingers “Oi you listening to me? What's up with you? You never do this, out of it.” you sigh putting your phone down. “Sorry, we recently got some new hires and they've been driving me insane, plus a date I had yesterday sucked.” “I get you girl dealing with co-workers drives me insane too… As for your love life, you don't need one trust me, you're too hot for any mid-low life, plus men suck.” you laugh at her comment which was likely a means to cheer you up before, going back to the topic of Valentino ruining Velvet's shoot.
“I told you before you gonna stress yourself out if you refuse to get some kind of assistance!” velvet protested at Vox. “Vel, I'll be fine, I'm capable of taking care of things myself. I don't understand why you are so prominent about this whole getting an assistant.” It takes everything in Velvet not to slap Vox right there as she looks at him like he's stupid, “I'm not saying you have to have someone do your work but, having someone to help you manage things would sure as hell help you not be so pissy all the time! I'm just trying to give you advice and it's like the wires in you start short-circuiting at the idea!” Vox sighs, pressing a hand across his screen before replying. “Look, as much as I appreciate you trying to help, I can handle it myself, getting an assistant will just create more work for me anyway. And I'd prefer to deal with the least amount of idiots possible since we have to deal with Val every day.” Velvet opens up her phone still talking to Vox, “You bloody right about the Piss Baby but, my point is what if we get you an assistant who isn't an idiot?” Vox raised an eyebrow “Got someone in mind” Velvet smiled already shooting a text to a certain someone, “of course”
Velvet 💕
Cancel wtvr you’re doing I need to talk to u
You
Am I in trouble
???
Ok geez I'm coming
“Took you long enough girl, I thought you weren't coming,” Velvet said leaning back in a nearby chair and scrolling on her phone, “well when you ask someone mid-workday to drop everything they're doing it takes them a minute to get somewhere,” you reply slightly annoyed as you sit down grabbing a bottle of water. “Yeah yeah, let's cut it to the point so I'm not wasting your precious time. Starting Tomorrow you'll be Vox’s assistant or whatever.” you choke on the water. “I'm sorry WHAT” asked a bit louder than necessary. Velvet rolls her eyes, placing her phone down, “Vox needs an assistant to help manage his shitstorm of a workload, and because he won't settle for just anyone I figured you'd be the perfect demon for the position. After all, you don't like your job now anyway so it's a win-win!” You slump down in your seat “How am I supposed to have my current job figured out in one day? It'll be a disaster and the whole team will fall apart!” Velvet shrugs “I wouldn't worry about it I'm sure a few demons can handle not having you around.” you decide not to argue with her and head back to your office.
The rest of the day you were stressed, trying to manage everything for your departure and making sure the team wouldn't fall apart. Getting home you almost immediately fell asleep not wanting to deal with anything else for the rest of the night.
You woke up two hours earlier than you normally would, whether that was because you wanted to look good or because your nerves were getting to you. Anyways you decided on an outfit and took around an hour to do your makeup and such. Because you had extra time you decided to get some coffee on your way to work, then you headed to the office of the overlord you now work for. You only prayed he wouldn’t be upset about your earliness.
You knocked on the doors of a room that Vox was supposedly in, well it was the room Velvet told you to go to, the doors opened and you began to walk across the bridge that led to a huge TV panel-like area. Each step you took you felt your anxiety build for no particular reason, the echo of your footsteps with each step you took. When you get to the area where you assumed he’d be though, all that was placed was an empty chair. You were going to head back, “you showed up much earlier than Velvet said you were going to arrive.” holy shit you were not expecting him to be right behind you, you got frightened hard “fuck!” you shout before realizing what you said. Your boss ends up laughing at your slip-up, “Oh did I scare you, that's hilarious' ' You bit the inside of your cheek before apologizing, which Vox didn't care much for. He sat at his desk and stared at the screens in front of him, you were waiting for him to speak up but, it seemed you were going to need to make the first move.
“So, Sir, what would you like me to do…?” Vox takes a sip of his coffee staring down at his phone before blankly looking at you, “What- did Velvet not tell you anything?” you look back at him a bit embarrassed, “Not really no…” For the next tenish minutes or so, Vox grudgingly explained to you what he expected of you, which ultimately wasn't a whole lot. You knew he had other assistants in the past to just help with managing his schedule but, when Velvet told you about this job you didn't think it'd be this… But hey, surely over time it'd get better right?
Two weeks later
Yeah, are things getting better? Hell no, the first week was fairly smooth and basic the next week though you and Vox began to talk more, and god was he egotistical. You guys were constantly getting into debates with one another which usually started with you gently criticizing Vox and his decision-making on affairs but, it'd quickly spiral into you guys changing topics into how much the other sucked. Yet despite that, he hadn't fired you yet… Or worse.
Vox was going to be coming in later than usual today because of this meeting he had scheduled with the other Vees so as any normal sinner would do, you just waited at Voxs desk, knowing he was going to come late and you sat in the chair he usually occupied. Was it a bad idea, sure but what the worst that could happen? You were working on some scheduling and afterward scrolled on your phone, and being plagued by boredom you fell asleep.
Vox was on his way after finishing a ‘productive’ meeting with the other Vees which ended up being Vox stopping Valentino from one of his meltdowns, over who knows what. Being drained he just wanted to recharge and figured he’d just have you take care of any events he would need to attend. While he was initially planning to get rid of you the first chance you get because he wasn’t exactly a fan of someone being this close to him for work. Having high expectations of others wasn’t exactly something Vox had, with
good reason, well somewhat, those reasons get overshadowed by his inflated ego.
Quickly though you did end up growing on Vox as an employee, he wasn’t exactly sure what it was about you but, after giving it some thought, he figured it was the fact you were a breath of fresh air instead of the sinners he normally employed. While your attitude he did find absurd sometimes, it was manageable for him since you never stepped too much out of place… You were still more professional than 90% of sinners and overlords he worked with, and you had some brains in your head which again, was something most in hell lacked (probably because the brains they had were fried after the copious amount of drugs they take.)
As Vox was heading towards his desk he heard… snoring? No that couldn’t be right, but as he poked his screen around in view of his chair there you were, fast asleep. Vox did find the fact you fell asleep in his chair funny but, at the same time, he needed to recharge and didn’t want to put up with anyone, including you right now. That being said, it was easy enough for Vox to conjure up another chair he could recharge in for the time being while you were sleeping. If it was any other circumstances Vox probably would’ve yelled at you for the audacity you had to sit and sleep in his chair, instead of working but, that was for another day. For now, Vox just wanted a break…
When you awoke you were greeted by a sight you never expected to see, Vox asleep..? While you were just realizing the situation in yourself still, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. Even though the situation itself wasn’t what you’d call funny, it was the idea that he fell asleep ironic because, from what you had seen and experienced, Vox was more of a workaholic so being asleep was unlike him.
You took a picture of this moment to show Velvet later when you meet up knowing she’d want to see it herself. The most bizarre thing to you was the fact when Vox was indeed asleep that he would have one of those DVD-type logos bounce around his screen, except this was of The Vee’s logo. While Vox was asleep you thought about how you should be productive but, you didn’t feel the urge to be doing such as of now. What you did feel an urge to do is snoop around your boss's desk and see what you could find. Honestly, you didn’t wish to find anything incriminating (not that it would matter) you were just interested in the overload behind closed doors, and who could blame you?
You started with poking around the general surface area which is when you made the realization you never truly allowed yourself to be familiar with your surroundings. It was spotless with not even a particle of dust occupying the space, but to the sides of the desk, three drawers stacked on one another worked as structural support. You had checked the right side first, and to your disappointment, there was nothing of interest to be found inside. Just some extra wires and such, what’d you expect? When opening the first drawer on the left though that disappointment quickly blossomed into curiosity.
A photo of the radio demon laid flat on it, while at initial glance it might seem ordinary the more you observed it, the more that curiosity inside you grew. To the right of the paper, it was very poorly torn, while most of the image was removed, there was a part that wasn’t removed that grew your curiosity once more, an edge of the TV screen seemed to occupy the space, an older model to be clear, this photo was old. You didn’t take Vox to be exactly the sentimental type, so why would he keep such a thing? You wanted to ask him to figure out this seemingly tragic history but, a hollow pit grew in the back of your stomach because, you knew you couldn’t ask about it, for one you wouldn’t know how he would react and that kind of questioning goes way beyond your relationship with the overlord, and secondly you knew for a fact Vox wouldn’t take kindly to snooping, especially if it was something personal like you suspected. You set the photo back into the drawer the way you found it and decided that it was about time you stopped procrastinating and working.
Vox had awoken a few hours after yourself, his screen slowly adjusted to the setting around him, his vision beginning to turn on. He was greeted with the sight of you, still in his chair, working at his desk. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable” You didn't even bother seeming scared as you hummed, “Yeah, I figured since you were asleep I'd take advantage to work more efficiently.” Vox chucked “Effectively work, sure, whatever you say.” the dripping sarcasm caused you to let out a laugh of your own, “Yep, efficient working is important!~” he nodded in agreement amused by your attitude. While this kind of behavior would usually piss him off you didn't do it to try to come off better than him or cocky.
The rest of the workday went by quickly with you and Vox both having your affairs to deal with, so you only had a small chat here and there. Getting home you slip off your shoes and switch to some comfier clothing. As you were settling down a call appeared on your phone with Velvet’s contact showing up.
“Hey girl how's it going?” Velvet inquired in her usual tone. “Absolutely exhausted Vel, I just got home and can't wait to head to bed.” the conversation went on for a little while longer before you remembered the photo you took earlier today that you wanted to show Velvet. “Oh yeah I forgot to show you, look at this.” you share on your screen as the photo was earlier taken of Vox fast asleep, as you giggled at the photo once more Velvet was kind of shocked. It's not that she had never seen Vox asleep before, or looking as silly as he was at that moment but, the fact he so openly had done it while you were still present was shocking to her. Vox wasn't exactly the type of overlord that'd let anyone see him so normal. His whole persona was a perfect entity with no need for things other sinners might lust for. Yet he so openly broke that persona and you didn't even seem to notice! Velvet played along though figuring she’d inquire about the matter to Vox at a later date.
“Hah, yeah he always looks like that when he sleeps it's hilarious girl.” Velvet soon ended the call because she had ‘matters to attend to’ leaving you in the silence of your loneliness.
“Vox get in here now!” Vox unamused musters his best-interested tone making his way to her, “Whatever could be the problem, my dear?” Velvet then hummed, completely changing her tone with a more sinister undertone, “I just wanted to ask how work has been all” Vox's grin drops, “and since when have you been one for work talk?” Velvet shrugs, “Since when could I not check up on how a friend is doing Vox, after all, you haven’t told me how things have been with your new assistant.” Vox chuckles refilling his coffee mug.
“They’re better than I expected them to be, it’s nice to know some sinners still have any kind of intelligence.” praise wasn't something that was easily given by an overlord such as Vox so Velvet hearing him acknowledge you in a way that wasn't completely condescending made her even more invested. “Is there anything else you need to bug me with, or can I go?” Before she could ask or say anything else Vox was already on his way. (Workaholic bastard-)
While Vox was a bit interested in why Velvet was so curious about your guy's relationship, he also had better things to do than try to understand Velvet’s mind. Right as Vox had gotten you out of his head a notification from your number came through, it was only the changed schedule for tomorrow though. Why would it be anything else though you are just his assistant, nothing more. That being said, why didn’t Vox dislike you, I mean usually whenever Vox has an assistant of some kind they’re not nearly as involved with his work life as you were yet they managed to agitate him much faster than you had. He wrote it off though as you being recommended by Velvet made him have a more positive impression of you. Even if it was something else he didn't care he needed to deal with the Radio Demon being back in town.
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Hi omg I just came across ur page, I loved your recent it was so cute & now I’m dying for more comfort Hyunjin.
Can I request reader being on her period so she’s rlly irritable and then Hyunjin comes home saying he has a stomach ache and she thinks he’s just joking around so she just ignores him but then later realizes he’s being serious when he doesn’t eat dinner n feels sick so she feels bad and takes care of him.
title -> misinterpreted
pair -> hyunjin x fem!reader
genre -> hurt/comfort + fluff
warnings -> mentions of periods + mentions of food + cursing
a/n: yall i think im a sucker for hurt/comfort jinnie, thank you for you request! <3 it came out shorter than i expected but i still hope you like it ¡! :(
as if the day couldn't get more annoying, periods happen. ok, it's not like i had a lot on my plate but there's no worse sensation than your uterus kicking you like you deserve it. it was painful, annoying and overall made me feel like complete garbage. i carried through work like i could, continuing with my day like i wasn't suffering every step of the way. getting home was a task too but i managed through it and decided to throw myself on the bed, trying every single position to see if it would make the pain go away.
i know i wasn't the easiest to deal with when i was like this but i was hoping hyunjin would understand.
speaking of him, he was just about to come in through the door every minute now and the things that i usually get ready for him, are not there. like i said, i hope he understands that it's not my best day and he can get them on his own. i know practice must've been a lot and i truly wish he would take care of himself better.
"(y/n)?" i hear my name being called out and i don't even have the strength to get up. feels like the weight is pulling me down again. i manage to do so in a few tries but everything still spins and hurts around me. "missed you baby." he says when he sees me and gives me a hug which i have to retract because of the tightness of it all. he looks at me confused which i have to explain.
"i'm on my period and everything sucks right now." i say calmly but dying on the inside. "i'm sorry if i'm gonna be a bitch to you at any moment but right now i just need to rest."
"oh, that's okay i actually had like a stomach ache through the whole day so i get it." and i just sigh 'cause i knew he was messing with me. he always likes to do that and even with the confused look on his face, i wouldn't fall for it at all. i decided to not linger on it and go to our room to get my sweet sleep as much as i wanted to stay and cuddle with my boyfriend, i knew it would only bring pain and uncomfortability.
✉ ✉ ✉
getting up and being met by the moon in the night sky was not my plan all along. hyunjin was by my side, he didn't even try to cuddle with me which i thanked for but he looked a little odd. i couldn't place my finger on what it was but i had to get up and make dinner before it was too late. as i tried to concentrate in the cooking and not the pain (again), i tried to place my finger around what was going on with my boyfriend.
could it be that things didn't go well today? but he didn't look mad or sad. he also didn't say anything about the boys (usually there's one or two comments about felix). maybe he was just tired and didn't need me on top of his business and i was just panicking over nothing.
"babe?" he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts and there was definitely something going on. he looked pale but at the same time it looked like he had a run a marathon with all the sweat and i was starting to see things better. "oh no, jagi i love your cooking but i think i'll pass today."
i placed the dinner on the table and i looked at him. he never passed on my cooking so something 100% was off today and what did i miss? as i got close to him i tried to repeat our conversation today. my hand went directly to his forehead and as everything started to make sense with him burning up, i said.
"fuck you weren't lying, you truly had a stomach ache." i felt like crying right then and there. even if i felt terrible, i still would do anything to take care of hyunjin. it hurt that i put myself first when he was hurting just as much as me. i didn't want to cry though, this was my chance to make it better unless he hated me at this very moment and didn't want me to do anything and-
"you're thinking too much and yes i did or i still do. i don't know, everything's kinda of spinning and i think i might have a fever." he said and i immediately sat him down as i looked for the termometer. thinking of every remedy and healing technique i went through my entire life as i came back and made him open his mouth.
"i'm sorry jinnie. i should've been more careful and paid more attention to your words." i said and he wanted to say something but i stopped him. "nuh uh no moving! also i'm gonna tell the boys you're not going tomorrow." that's when he also wanted to protest but i took the termometer out and checked.
"so? do i have a fever?" he said and i nodded as he responded with a sigh. "i can't miss practice when we're learning a new choreo though, babe you know how it is".
"but you also can't practice if you're basically running a fever and feeling dizzy, what if you pass out?" i said and i could see that he was seeing my point. "just let me text chan and then i'll have all the time in the world for you."
"but what if you get sick too?" he pouted and i just smiled because even in the sickness of it all, he still cared about me. he really was the sweetest guy i've ever met.
"if i get sick, i get sick baby, there's nothing bad about it plus i get to spend time with my favorite person." i said laying him on my lap as i messed with his hair and caressed his cheek.
he eventually fell asleep and i just couldn't stop looking at him. i decided to slowly get up without disturbing him, then i would call work and tell them that i would be taking the day off to spend it with my loved one 'cause it's what he deserved.
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Chaelisa "Chella Action
(Lisa x Rose, 800 words) Lisa and Rose have fun at Coachella
Tags: Lesbian action, Dialogue, Fisting, brief vomiting, cumplay, harsh language
"Really Lisa?"
"What, Rose?"
"This is the best you could find?"
"Hey, I don't want to hear any complaints, this is the best one I could get that was... unspoiled."
"Where did you even find it anyways?"
"Passed out next to the main stage, I think she missed him since he was unconscious."
"Well judging by the screaming Jennie is still going at it."
"Mhmm, so be happy we don't get her sloppy seconds for once, this one is fresh!"
"I'm surprised you didn't just grab some of her leftovers, considering what a perverted whore you are, you should like cleaning up after your betters."
"Wow fuck you too bitch, at least I'm not a sadistic... oh, shut up, shut up, he's waking up! Ahem- Hello there, how are you feeling, good? Oh don't bother getting up silly, we'll be joining you down there soon enough."
"Ugh, do we really have to fuck him in the dirt?"
"Its COACHELLA, everything is covered in dirt!"
"Well some of us, dislike rutting on the ground like animals!"
"Okay, then go find a fucking clean mattress then, I'll be busy enjoying myself."
"FINE. But I get to go first."
"Um, no. I don't want you to ruin him like you do with all of your... slaves. The last one was literally jizzing blood!"
"Oh please, you were just on your period Lisa, and anyways I don't want your filthy cunt juices smeared all over my... dildo."
"Heh, you were going to say 'slave' weren't you?"
"Its called wordplay whore, maybe you should figure it out before writing another song."
"....Ouch"
"..."
"..."
"Okay, I'm sorry, that was a little too harsh."
"It's fine, that just means I get to go first. God you are so easy to manipulate, its a wonder you manage to domme anyone at all..."
"Hey!"
"Too late! Hello again my darling little pet, ready to make my insides all juicy? Don't mind Rose there, she's just mad about going last! So make sure to fuck me good and proper, if you cum before I do, I'll make sure you get it up again..."
"..."
"What's wrong Rose, still mad that you're going to be cleaning up after me again? You can just stand there and watch as I ride- wait Rose. What are you doing back there with your hand? Wait, no. Get lube you idiot! Get lube! LUBE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!"
"Oh shut up you slut, I know you love it rough. This is payback for earlier, whore"
"Oh fuck... Rose I can feel your fist in my stomach... oh god I'm gonna! Blooooargh!"
"That's disgusting! Could you not puke everywhere like a cheap whore? You really do deserve to get fucked on the ground you filthy animal."
"Hah- I- hah, I don't want to hear that from the fucking bitch who just shoved her arm up my ass!"
"Lisa, you came like twice from this, don't deny you're not enjoying this."
"Urrrgh, I'm going to force feed you so much cum after this you bitch..."
"I'd love to see you try, by the time I'm done with you I doubt your loose holes will be able to hold anything in them at all!"
"Ghurk Ghurk Ghurk GHUAH! Is that all you've got Rose, I've fucked virgins who could plow me harder than that!"
"...Um Lisa."
"Huh...? What?"
"Look down."
"...Oh, he passed out again."
"...Did he finish?"
"Hmm.... yup I can feel his load in there! I guess he came so hard he blacked out!"
"Pfffft, you really do suck at choosing fuck meat!"
"Yeah yeah I don't want to hear it! Also uh, Rose?"
"Yes Lisa?"
"Want to keep fisting me?
"Sigh, fine. But only if you eat me out afterwards."
"Deal! And you can degrade me all you want and shit while I'm doing it."
"You do know how to push my buttons don't you?"
"Oh yeah, and afterwards, want to try and find some more pets? Surely Jennie can't fuck her way through all of them!"
"With Jisoo helping her out? Seriously?"
"Well I guess we can be on cleanup duty again..."
"Are you fine with sloppy seconds?"
"Are you really asking me that?"
"Fine, as long as you clean them off first for me..."
"Rose dear, I always do. Now shouldn't you be, um?"
"Oh right! Only if you ask nicely though, Lisa."
"I hate you."
"That works!"
"OH FUCK! HARDER ROSE HARDER!"
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Come Back Home
Jolly x reader
An: Random idea I had that I got stuck on and required way too much help from @a-villain-vying-for-attention then decided to make her a character since she basically came up with the ideas and I wrote it. Lol thanks for being my shadow writer for times when my brain decides it's done thinking.
Words 2200
Jolly Master List
This is chunked into four sections bear with me. I hate transitional writing 😂
"Please don't tell them. They'll just worry, and next thing you know, they'll be at my door, and it's just not the right timing for me to come back. I need to finish my work here, and it's not completely horrible. I think I just miss everyone, and I feel isolated." You admit over Facetime to your best friend, Kayla. "It just wasn't supposed to be like this. “Moving away from you guys was literally one of the worst decisions I've made."
Kayla sighs, "I don't mean to say I told you so, but I did." She laughs, "But the worst part is, Noah told you, Jolly told you, and you still just said bye bitches. Do you know how sad it is not to have you here? I have to deal with them all the time, by MYSELF."
You peel yourself off the couch, dragging your feet through the dining room and to the back door.
You brace yourself for the inevitable assault of the sun, but it still hurts like hell when you open the door and get blasted by its rays. "Fuck." You groan. "It's bright." You squint your eyes and cover them with your hand as you stumble to the camping chair you set up on your porch for such occasions. You hated the daylight. You wished you could be a nocturnal creature, but sadly, you had to pretend to be a responsible adult, even if you sucked at it.
"Wow, look at you, Dracula." She mocks you from the other side of the video call. "You look like you're about to die over there, paler than a ghost and skinnier than a twig. Do I need to come over and feed you some blood? I know it's only been six months, but I will literally come over and mother you to death. I'll bring Noah too, and we'll play house. God knows we need some practice." She flashes a big smile. "You know, for the future and all that jazz."
You laugh, shaking your head, "This is new for you!"
"Yeah, well, now I'm just working on convincing Noah that it's a good idea." She tucks her hair behind her ears. "So I need you to come back because I'm not raising these imaginary kids without their badass aunt."
You roll your eyes at her, "These kids don't even exist yet, so I think we have some time, and besides, I don't know if I'll feel any better moving back. If I have to watch HIM date other people and it not be me…well, I'd rather stay here and suffer in silence."
"Well, he's miserable without you, and why are we not using his name?" She laughs again. "Mopping and shit, constantly.”
You shrug, "I think he's probably fine. I basically threw myself at him and got no reaction. I literally slept in his bed the night before I left." You pause, growing frustrated. "Maybe we're just supposed to be friends; maybe he only sees me as a friend. That's OK. I can't be mad about that, but it always felt like there was something more, you know?"
Kayla groans loudly, "You both suck. If you would've just let me meddle, I could've set you two up."
"I don't want you to set me up! I wanted something natural." You say with all seriousness. "I wanted him to say it."
From behind Kayla, Noah pokes his head into the view, "He's dumb...guys are dumb." He gives you a face that says, duh.
"Well, now I'm here, and I can just say fuck it. I'll find someone here."
Noah's laughter rings through the speaker, "And then break up because all you're gonna do is fucking compare the two and be a whiny baby about how he's not Jolly, so you had to break up? Fuck off, y/n." He chuckles again. "Just come home."
You shake your head, "No. You will have to come to drag my dead body home before I willingly come back."
Noah grabs the phone from Kayla's hand, and you meet with wide eyes. And in a serious tone, Noah says, "Dead or not, at least you'll be home where you belong."
Kayla, Noah, and Jolly were lounging on the couch, munching on some greasy take-out that Noah had ordered from the nearest pizza place. While Jolly was engrossed in the latest episode of Bob's Burgers, Kayla was shooting daggers at him with her eyes.
She couldn't stand the sight of him, acting like nothing was wrong, like he wasn't the reason her best friend wasn't living with them anymore.
Noah noticed his girlfriend's glare and chuckled softly, nudging her elbow with his. "Chill," he whispered in her ear.
"NO!" Kayla shouted, startling both Noah and Jolly. She slammed her food on the coffee table and turned to face Jolly with a furious expression. "I'm sick and tired of pretending like everything is fine. I want my friend back, and if this is what it takes to make you use your brain, then so be it!" She pointed an accusing finger at Jolly, who looked confused and scared. "You need to go get y/n back right now or get on the next flight to Sweden because I can't stand having you around. You make me so mad, both of you, pretending you don't care about each other. She's depressed as shit living there with her fuckin awful family, but she'd rather stay there than come home because of you!" She roughly gets off the couch and storms out of the room, heading for the stairs. "You're such an idiot," she yelled over her shoulder at Jolly.
Noah raised his eyebrows and bit his lip to stop laughing as he saw Jolly's dumbfounded face. Jolly put down his food and looked at Noah with a puzzled expression. "What did I do?" he asked innocently.
Noah shrugs and says, "I think it's more of what you didn't do…"
Kayla comes back down the stairs, holding her food in her hands. She glared at Jolly one more time and flipped him off, then walked out of the room. "Buy the damn ticket!" she screamed from the hallway.
Noah heard the door slam and shook his head. "Well," he said, standing up and grabbing his food. "There's your answer. Bring y/n home."
"How am I supposed to do that?" He loudly asks.
"I don't know but you need to figure it out, Kayla might actually kill you in your sleep."
You grab your coat and head for the door, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation for the day ahead. You were going hiking with your sister and her husband, and you couldn't wait to explore the great outdoors with them. As you glance at the clock, you groan in annoyance, realizing you're running late again. You can't help but wonder why you're always so disorganized and frazzled.
You pull the door open, taking a deep breath of fresh air as you step outside. Suddenly, you're nearly choking on air as you see a familiar face staring back at you. Jolly stands there with a backpack over his shoulder, his long hair draped over his shoulders, and a black backward hat covering the top of his head. He's dressed in black skin jeans and a deep red plaided flannel, looking effortlessly stylish and cool.
Your shock disappears as quickly as it came, replaced by annoyance at the sight of Jolly. You can't help but feel irritated that he's here, disrupting your plans for the day. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel a little bitter still.
"Hi." He quietly says, looking from you to the ground, feeling awkward. He hadn't planned what he was going to tell you.
"Can I come in?" he quietly asks.
You nod your head, stepping aside. "I was leaving, but I guess this kind of changes my plans," you say, rolling your eyes. "What are you even doing here?" You say as you follow him to the living room. "I've tried so hard not to think about you; I moved states, Jolly, and now you're at my house. Are you trying to make my life hard?" You don't sit down knowing you're too heated to stay in one place.
Jolly doesn't sit on the couch either. Instead, he sits on the armrest, staring at you with confusion and annoyance; he folds his hands in his lap and allows you to continue. Why was everyone so irritated with him? He didn't know what he did in the first place. "What did I do?" He questions.
You're eyes dart back to him. "You treated me like I was special, OK? I thought I was special to you…then, you go and date other people." You say, running out of breath. "Then I dated other people because I thought you didn't want me and I was right, you didn't care at all, but then I dumped them because all I could think about was you!" You dramatically cover your face with your hands, pacing back and forth. You enter your kitchen and stare out the sliding glass door. Your back facing Jolly as he observes you. "I stayed in your bed the night before I left, and you still let me go."
"I thought you were leaving for a job! I didn't want to be the reason you didn't go!" He whines. "You told me you were leaving for a job."
You still don't turn around to look at him, knowing he was right, "I just thought you'd ask me to stay if you really wanted me."
He stands straight, walking toward you; you feel his hands on your shoulders, spinning you around to face him. His dark eyes scan your face, wishing he wasn't the reason you were upset.
He leans in close, his breath warm on your face. "You were always special to me," he whispers, his voice low and sincere. "I never meant to hurt you. I was just confused and scared. I didn't know how to handle my feelings for you. I was afraid of losing you, so I pushed you away. I never stopped thinking about you. I came here to tell you that. To tell you that I'm sorry. To tell you I need you."
Jolly pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours for a sign of forgiveness. He gently cups your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. He smiles softly, his eyes shining with hope. "Can you give me another chance?" he asks, his voice pleading.
You feel a surge of emotion, a mix of anger, pain, and love. You want to scream at him, to push him away. But you also want to hug him, to kiss him, to hold him close. You're torn between your head and your heart. You look into his eyes, and you see the sincerity and the regret.
You see the man you fell in love with, the man who made you laugh, the man who made you feel alive. You feel your resolve weakening, your walls crumbling. You lean in and press your lips to his, answering his question with a kiss.
"So I'm bringing you home." He smiles against your lips. Pulling back, his brown eyes search yours, "This long distance thing isn't how I want to start this." he gently kisses your forehead.
You nod knowingly, "I guess we should start packing."
Jolly smiles, running his hand through your hair, "I'm pretty sure Kayla has a timer set."
You giggle. "She is absolutely crazy." You lean up, kissing Jolly again. "But it's why we love her."
He nods in agreement, "Plus she's Noah's problem."
With a cautious glance, you gently push the front door open, hoping no one will notice your arrival and ambush you as soon as you enter the house.
You sneak into the living room on your tiptoes, holding Jolly's hand.
Noah and Kayla are so engrossed in the TV show that they don't even look at you.
You pretend to be nonchalant and sit down on the recliner next to them, giving them a hard stare.
Her eyes widen as she realizes who you are, and she jumps off the couch and runs toward you. You're home! This is fucking amazing!" She screams in your ear. "I was expecting you guys to take more time, to be honest…you both suck at directions. I don't know how you managed to drive all the way back here." She laughs as she releases you from her hug and embraces Jolly instead, "Look at you. I can finally be in the same room as you without being pissed off. I'm so proud of you." She jokes with him. "Wow," She scans the room and sees the three of you together. "So, is it official now? Can we all just admit how stupid the two of you were? I mean, come on, you could have just moved down the street instead of moving two states away." She snuggles up to Noah on the couch. "I'm not going through this again. You guys have to sort things out by yourselves from now on." She says and acts like she's dismissing you.
Jolly chuckles, sitting in the recliner; he grabs you and makes you sit on his lap, catching you off guard.
You shake your head light laughter falling from your lips, "Well, I missed you too, dick."
You lean into Jolly's chest and wrap your arms around him, feeling his warmth and heartbeat. You sigh in contentment and happiness, glad to be home with the people who loved you the most.
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ROBIN TEACHES READER HOW TO FUCK ROBIN TEACHES READER HOW TO FUCK ROBIN TEACHES READER HOW TO FUCK ROBIN TEACHES READER HOW TO FUCK
babes you are fueling my robin thots rn istg i've been thinking about this for SO LONGGGGG (hence why this fic is unbearably long (4.4k so not too horrible but still longer than intended))
framing this as best friend!robin x innocent!reader (both POVs)
nsfw under the cut (strap play: riding & fucking w it, sucking a strap, oral giving and receiving, fingering, scissoring, basically all smut, multiple orgasms) this is FILTHY (also kissing)
You
You and Robin have been best friends for a few years now. The two of you do everything together and talk to each other about everything...almost everything. But you decide to make it everything tonight.
"Hey Robin?" you start tentitively.
"Yeah babes?" Rob says casually from beside you in her bed.
"So you know how I said I'm a virgin?"
Robin stops what she's doing on her phone and looks over at you. "Yeah." She says with a question.
"Well, uh, how does it work? Sex?"
"Your mom never gave you the talk?" she laughs.
"No, no she did but she did it how mom's do—always avoiding the logistics of it," you laugh shyly.
"You've never looked up porn?"
You shake your head no.
"So you're asking me, the resident lesbian, how sex works?"
"Well, I mean you said you tried it with a guy before you realized you were gay and you're my best friend so I felt comfortable asking you about it before I tried to figure it out on my own or got stuck in a situation and didn't know what to do-" you ramble.
Robin looks warily at you and then it's like a light goes off in her head.
"Ok, here's the deal. I'll show you how it works as long as you let me use you as an example. It'll be...very educational but also fun, for me at least. I'm a very hands on teacher so I'll be doing things to you that would happen in hetero sex okay? Say no now if you don't want that or to see that."
"See?" you ask.
Robin chuckles, "so the way I want to teach you is for you to watch me fuck myself with my strap."
Your eyes go wide and you swallow deeply.
"Damn, you're really that innocent are you? You've never touched yourself to make you feel good?"
"No, I-I don't know how."
It's a slight lie. You catch a soft fuck as it leaves Robin's lips. Lips that you really want to touch with how she bites her bottom one. You've always been curious about Robin, about being with a woman, but you know it's "not right" as your parents would say. When you have tried to touch yourself though, it's always been to the thought of Robin. But you always stop before anything happens because what would your parents think?
"You there?" Robin asks.
"Yeah, sorry, um, yeah that's ok. I-I'll watch-" you say softly.
"So here's the thing, a strap needs to be on someone, to sit properly enough to ride it."
Robin
Her eyes grow even wider at that.
"So if you wouldn't mind, putting it on? So I can show you?"
"Oh, ok, yeah I can do that."
"Perfect, now it can get a bit messy so you might want to take your pants off. Only fair really since I'll be without pants too," I laugh trying to persuade her.
I get off the bed and go to my closet, I open my toy box and pull out my purple strap. Fuck this is going to be so hot. Having her below me while I ride my strap is gonna be like one of my wet dreams come to life. I turn around to see her taking her pants off and standing there timidly, waiting for me.
There won't be any coming back from this for me.
I smile softly at her and kneel in front of her, "use my shoulders for support and step into the harness."
She does as I ask—so compliant. I lift the harness up her soft legs and strap it around her waist, hiding her pretty pink panties from my view.
"Now go ahead and get comfy on the bed again, you can lay down or sit up against the pillows, up to you," I say standing. I take off my pants and underwear while she situated herself on my bed, back slightly raised as she leans against the pillows so her head is a bit elevated so she can see better.
I'm wet just thinking about this.
"I'm gonna start by showing you how to do a blow job ok? This will help me, honestly, so the dildo is wet enough for me to ride it easily without lube."
She nods her head and watches as I move onto the bed and lay down between her spread legs. God I wish there wasn't a strap and panties between me and her sweet pussy right now.
I look at her and smile before licking a stripe up my strap from base to tip. I catch her tongue dart out to wet her perfect lips before taking the dildo into my mouth and slowly taking all of it. I feel her thighs tense under my hands, and smile to myself, pulling off the dildo to talk her through the motions.
"Now," I say, moving my hands to stroke the fake cock. "Since you've never done this before you probably won't be able to take the whole dick into your mouth at once, which is fine, the guy is just going to be happy that you're sucking off even a part of it."
Her eyes are glued on my hands moving up and down the strap, shiny and wet with my spit. "If it doesn't all fit in your mouth you can just stroke what doesn't with your hands. You want to squeeze it a little but not enough to hurt. Just slight pressure from base to wherever it fits or base to tip if you're taking a breather."
I collect enough spit in my mouth to let it drop onto the tip of the dildo and watch her reaction. Her breathing elevates and her pupils dilate. I think I notice her hands gripping the comforter, too.
"Guys love that. It's so hot to them."
I take the cock back in my mouth and bob my head, making sure to hit the back of my throat so I gag a little. Coming off of it I say, "they really enjoy that too. They love when girls choke on their cocks.
You
I don't think I'm breathing. Robin is sucking my cock her strap and it's the hottest thing I think I've ever seen. My pussy is clenching around nothing and I know just how wet I am right now.
She takes the dildo back into her mouth for a few more head bobs and I see one of her hands snake under her body to her cunt. She's touching herself while sucking my dick.
She pulls that hand back up as she lets go of the dildo with a pop and then she strokes it with wet fingers from her cunt.
"Did you-did you get wet from that?"
Robin blushes and looks at me, "yeah, my ex-girlfriend and I would take turns on who would wear the strap and I really got off on giving it a blowjob while she wore it."
Her ex. Great.
"Alright, now's where we're going to get real personal and you'll be seeing my pussy. If you're not okay with this say so now," she says, sitting up on her knees. Her t-shirt is still long enough to hide her nakedness from me but god I want to see her.
"No-no it's fine, I'm good."
Robin smiles and shifts off to one side of me. "Can you put your legs together for me? This way it's easier for me to straddle you."
I do as she asks and squeeze my thighs together to try and get some release, hoping she doesn't notice.
Then she does it. She lifts her shirt slightly and swings a leg over my waist and I can finally see her perfect, wet cunt. She pauses and drops the shirt so she can grab the strap and then pauses.
"Okay so I'm going to take off my shirt so you can actually see the mechanics of what's going on. Is that ok?"
I nod my head yes.
"Words darling, I need words from you," Robin chuckles.
"Yes," I respond clearly, despite my dry throat.
She takes her tee off in a swift motion and is left in just her sports bra. I try not to stare. but I can't help that my eyes go straight to her hard nipples that show through the thin fabric.
Robin
She's staring at my tits and there's no way she's straight. Maybe I have a chance?
No no no don't get distracted, you're teaching her. And getting off for the first time in a while, while doing it.
"Eyes on me babes."
Her eyes meet mine and I smile at her. "Still good?"
"Mhm."
"Good. Now have you touched yourself before." She nods. "Do you know what hole your vagina is?" She nods again. "Good, usually you want the guy's dick or your cunt to be nice and wet, either with your own slick or lube. The other thing that helps with the first time is a bit of fingering so you can stretch and it wont hurt as much going in."
I do exactly that, hand reaching between my thighs, fingers pumping in and out of my pussy a few times. Her eyes don't leave my hand. Once I've fingered myself almost to completion—her watching just does something to me—I shift my hips forward and use the hand that was just in me to line the tip of the strap up with my entrance.
I watch her face as I sink onto the toy. She won't stop staring at my cunt and it's distracting and so intoxicating. I groan as the dildo bottoms out in me, hitting that one spot just right. Her eyes snap up to mine at the noise and I smile at her.
"Once you're on his cock, if you're riding him you can put your hands two places to help you. His shoulders-" I place my hands on her shoulders and moan softly as the toy shifts inside me. "Or leaning back and putting your hands on his thighs behind you," I do this and her eyes follow me.
"Pick a position that feels the best for you," I gasp as I start to rock my hips. "Then you can either bounce on his dick, or roll your hips to hit the right spot."
I stop talking and focus on hitting my high. Hands grasping tightly to plush thighs as I lift my hips up and then down and then roll and repeat. God I'm so close and she's so pretty as she watches me.
"But-but what if I'm not riding him? What if I'm the one laying down?"
I don't stop my movements, doing my best to answer while still fucking myself to the sight of her curious gaze.
"Jesus christ, uh then he'll be in control of the speed and movements," I reply with ragged breath. "You can tell him what feels best though. And you can play with your clit if you need help to finish." As I say this, I reach my hand down to play with my clit. My fingers run around it in circles as I speed up my ministrations. The coil in my belly is tightening, I know I'm close. I open my closed eyes to meet hers and feel her hands as they softly rest on my thighs.
I come undone.
You
Robin's face tenses and then her mouth drops open in a silent cry. Her thighs tense and she caves in on herself above me and it's the most erotic sight I've ever seen.
She pants and her thighs continue to tense as she keeps riding out her orgasm.
"So-sorry," she laughs shyly. "I haven't masturbated in a while so that was a big one."
"It's-" I clear my throat. "It's okay," I say, thighs clenching while I do so.
"Anyway," Robin says as she gets up on shaky legs. "That's how hetero sex works."
I nod my head, but my eyes wont leave the strap around my waist, glistening with her release. She taps my hips and helps take the toy off of me and then puts it over on her chair and runs to the bathroom.
I can't stop looking at the toy.
"Do you have any questions?" Robin asks from her bathroom.
"Uh, no! Not really!"
She comes back into the room in her sports bra and a new pair of underwear and then pauses when she catches my face.
"You definitely have questions," she laughs.
I feel a blush warming my cheek. I do, but they might ruin the friendship.
"No, no it's okay."
"Babes, you just watched me cum. There's nothing we can't talk about now."
I weigh my questions, trying to figure out which to ask first.
"Can you-" I pause and steel my nerves. "Can you show me how to kiss?"
Robin's eyes go wide, "uh, okay, yeah."
She climbs back on the bed and settles in front of me. Pushing a strand of hair behind my ear she cups my cheek and brings my face closer to hers. Robin's eyes search my face and I lose patience.
I close the gap.
I press my lips to hers and pull back. She's stunned for a moment before I lean in again. This time she meets me halfway. Lips pressing against mine harshly. Her tongue swipes at my lips and I open my mouth to her. Our tongues meet and I moan into her open mouth. I shift myself up on my knees so I can be nearer to her and she lets me. Without our lips separating, she's guiding my waist so I straddle her.
She breaks away, "you definitely don't need kissing lessons."
I don't care what she says, trailing hot kisses down her neck.
"Love," Robin whispers. "Please."
The beg makes me come back up and meet her eyes. I move for a kiss but she pulls back.
"I need to know what's happening before we continue."
I whine, needing her lips. "Robbbb."
"No," she says sternly, lifting me from her lap and sitting me in front of her. "I won't take advantage of you in this state. I need you to tell me what's happening and what you want."
Robin
"You," she breathes, her chest rising as rapidly as my heartbeat. "I want you, please?"
"Wait, wait, wait." Am I hearing this right?
"Robin please, I never thought it was right until tonight—until seeing you come undone above me," she pauses and grabs my hand to play with. She runs her fingers along my own before saying, "when I've touched myself, it's always been to you."
My mouth goes dry and I go speechless.
She keeps playing with my fingers while I sit in front of her in a small state of shock. But then, she drags our intertwined hands between her legs. She moves our hands into her panties to pulls my hand to her center.
"Feel how wet I am for you."
That breaks me and I jump towards her. She giggles as we fall onto the bed, lips locking again, my hand still in her panties. I stroke lazily at her wet folds and she moans into our kiss. My thumb finds her clit and she leaves the kiss with a gasp, I feel her cunt retract against my finger and can't wait to feel her clenching my fingers when I finally find my way into her. I take the opportunity to kiss down her neck and bite at the juncture of her shoulder.
"Take your shirt off," I demand.
My thumb continues to rub her clit as she rids herself of the fabric and shows me all of her—almost all of her.
"No bra?"
"They're uncomfortable," she gasps as I take a hard nipple into my mouth at the same time that I start to probe her hole with my fingers. "Robinnnn."
I push one finger into her and feel just how wet she is. So slick for me, so beautiful under me. I finger her while laving at her tits, taking turns sucking and biting at each nipple until she's writhing under me.
I take my mouth and hand from her. Lifting my hand to my face and taking the finger that was just in her into my mouth.
Her eye's go wide.
"So fucking sweet, god I want to taste you?"
"Taste me?"
I chuckle, "you're so innocent it's insane. You know how I sucked on the strap?" She nods. "That's oral for guys. Oral for us is being eaten out. Can I eat you out?"
She hesitates.
"What do you want, love?"
"Can you fuck me first? With your strap? I want to know how it feels."
God this woman will be the death of me.
"Yeah," I say, getting off of her to retrieve the toy. "Let me go clean it first." I move towards the bathroom.
"No," she says quickly. A blush creeps onto her cheeks again.
You
"I want you to fuck me with it, with your cum on it," I say the second part in a hushed tone.
"Say it again?"
"Fuck me with your cum still on it," I blurt out. "Please?"
Robin's eyes go dark. "What a dirty dirty girl. Who would've thought. Innocent little you, wanting to get fucked with my cum covered cock?"
My pussy clenches at her chiding and I cower as she steps into the harness and secures her strap onto her hips.
She comes back to the bed and grabs my chin so I meet her darkening eyes. "Don't hide away, baby. You asked for this so be excited, I'm gonna fuck you just like you asked."
I go to lay down on my back but Robin stops me.
"Nope, I'm going to show you the top position for guys." Robin says. "It's also my favorite to fuck in. Get on all fours, ass towards me."
Doing as she says, as soon as my ass is in front of her she smacks it and I jolt forward with a gasp, but then she leans down and kisses where she smacked. "What a perfect little ass. I'd love to take it someday, if you'll let me. But we can work up to that later."
She taps her strap against my wet cunt. It's cold now, the fan going chilled Robin's cum as it sat on her chair out of use.
My body moves for me, against me, and pushes my ass into Robin's waist. One hand on my hip, the other grabs her cock and pushes the tip through my pussy, teasing my hole and meeting my clit before sliding back and into me.
"Robin," I moan her name as she enters me. I feel so full of her and can't help but push back into her, unknowingly taking more of the strap until it hits a spot in me that has my knees weak and pussy clenching. I lean down onto my elbows at the sensation and Robin moves to lean over me.
"Move, please," I beg. And she does. Robin pulls the strap almost all the way out and then pushes back into me, starting at a slow pace at first but quickly speeding up to a relentless one.
I'm gasping between moans as the tip of her cock hits just right inside of me. Pleading for her not to stop, and she doesn't.
Instead she presses down into my back and wraps a hand around my waist to find my clit. My pussy clenches as she runs circles around the bud, eliciting more noises from my lips as she fucks me.
"So-close-" I groan.
"You're safe, you can cum, go ahead baby. Cum for me."
Something in me snaps and my vision goes white as my legs shudder and try to close. Robin keeps dragging her strap in and out of me as I climax until I beg her to stop.
Robin
The noises she makes when she finishes are heaven to me. She's gasping and moaning and I can't stop fucking her until shes begging me to stop.
I pull out and see her release start dripping out of her.
"I need to taste you," I breathe. "Lay on your back for me."
She does as I say, body spent and willing, as I take my strap off and drop it onto my nightstand. I'll clean it later.
Laying on my stomach on the bed, I grab her thighs and push them apart opening her to me.
"God your pussy is so pretty," I say before diving right in and licking up her slit from hole to clit.
She arches off the bed with a cry, her hands finding their way into my hair as I worship her cunt with my mouth. My tongue and mouth are focused on getting every last drop of her release, tongue darting in and out of her as she squirms.
My arms instinctively wrap around her thighs to hold her down as I take my fill. I move from her cunt to her clit and lave at it. Circling it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth, earning the loudest scream yet from her lips. A scream of my name.
"ROBIN!"
"You gotta be quieter babe, don't need the entire neighborhood knowing you're being ravished by the town lesbian right now," I smile, taking a brief break to look at her fucked out face and kiss her inner thigh.
And then I'm back in her cunt, paying all the attention to her little bundle of nerves while one arm leaves its wrap around her leg so I can finger her as I suck.
It doesn't take long for her to cum after adding my fingers. And she does, wholly and loudly. Her body arches off the bed and her thighs try to close around me as I move my mouth from her clit down to taste more of her release. Her legs are shaking and her hands are pushing me away from her cunt.
I look at her and suck off the fingers that were just inside of her before licking my lips and smiling.
You
Her chin is shiny with my release and I can't think straight.
But that's okay because I definitely am not.
"You taste so fucking good," Robin says, crawling up to me. She kisses me deeply and I taste myself on her tongue.
"Show-show me how girls fuck," I breathe against her lips. "It's more than that right?"
"Babe, you need to rest, you just had two orgasms," she laughs, peppering kisses down my neck.
"Wanna make you feel good though, will it make you feel good?"
"Love, you've made me feel so good tonight, promise."
"Please," I beg. "Show me?" My hand moves down her body to her mound and inches further and further. Robin opens her thighs to me and reconnects our lips as I trail fingers up her slit and find her clit. She moans into my mouth as I rub and rub, my own pussy getting wet with arousal again.
"A-ah ok-ok," Robin grasps my wrist and stops my movements. "I'll show. Sit up for me."
As I do so, Robin gets up on her knees and moves towards my waist. She kneels in front of me and tucks her left leg under my right, and my right above her left.
She holds me up by the small of my back before explaining, "lesbian sex is a lot—oral, toys, fucking with straps—but this is scissoring."
With that she lowers me down at an angle and I feel the heat of her wet cunt before actually feeling her pussy rub against my own.
"Fuck, Robin," I moan, arms wrapping around her shoulder as she guides my hips to rock along her own as they move. Her mouth latches onto one of my tits as we rub against each other. Warmth seeps from me to her and this feels like the most right thing ever.
How could this ever be a bad thing?
Robin is huffing along with the movement of our bodies, her head thrown back, eyes screwed shut. I cup the back of her head with my hands that rest at her neck and pull her mouth to mine, taking over the movement of my hips so she can grasp onto me and pull me ever-so closer to her. We move in sync, rocking and kissing and moaning until we reach the end and climax together feeling the warmth between our bodies spread more and more until we're tingly with feeling and looking at each other like a lightbulb just went off.
"My turn to taste," I say moving from Robin's lap and laying down on the bed.
Robin
She beckons me with her eyes and her hands as they guide me by my thighs so I hover above her.
"You sure you've never done this before," I laugh in a sex-drunk haze.
"Never, you're my first but I've imagined my lips on you hundreds of times by now."
I moan at her confession and shift closer to her mouth. She has no patience though, and pulls me down so her hot, wet tongue licks up my cunt.
"FUCK!" I moan above her. My hands shoot to the headboard to steady me as she takes her sweet time licking and sucking curiously, finding a rhythm. Her lips circle and suck at my clit and I encourage her, "right there, yes, god, yes-"
It's like I can feel her smile against my pussy, and she stays, sucking on and trailing around my clit with her tongue. I start to grind into her, and she shifts her focus to my hole, licking around it before plunging her tongue as deep as it will go. I jolt and she continues to fuck me with her tongue while I grind on her, her nose hitting my clit just right with each roll of my hips.
"So-so close, baby. So close," I gasp.
She moves back to kissing at my clit and within a few rolls of her tongue I'm done for. Thighs clenching around her ears, a silent moan leaving my mouth open as I shudder above her.
She taps my leg and I move off of her, collapsing backwards onto the bed beside her. I turn and press a kiss to her knee beside my head and she reciprocates with the same.
We lay in silence, catching our breath.
...what now? I think. But she speaks before I get a chance to ask.
"Well...I'm definitely not straight."
We laugh together.
Everything will turn out okay.
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Cruel Summer Ch. 5
Donations | Thoughts & Feelings | Cruel Summer Series | Chapter 4
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-Chapter 5-
You stared at him before giggling, “Funny Chris, you know….. about us…now that we’re…ya know…gonna be public and all that.” you smiled as he chuckled. “Baby…you know we could never be public…I can't ditch the perfect, good girl next door, to go out with an old co star…besides, we’d never work out publicly, we're better this way. Private, just you and me, locked away in a bedroom somewhere.” he leaned in to kiss you again, but you pulled back feeling bile rise in your throat. “You never planned on leaving her for me…did you?” you asked, staring at the bed. “Babygirl,” he walked around the bed to sit by you on your side of the bed.
He pulled your chin up kissing your lips before you pulled back, he only had a moment to see your eyes before you slapped him as hard as you could. “Get out. Get the fuck out!” you glared at him before you moved quickly off the other side of the bed. “Sweethear-” “FUCK YOU!” you screamed. “GET OUT!!” you grabbed his clothes throwing them at him, he ducked as his shoes flew at his head.
The door busted open, your security guards and Megan stood there. “Oh Y/N…” She said softly as Chris stood up after sliding his jeans on. “Y/N! Baby come on! Knock it off, let's talk about this!” he snapped back at you. You raced off into the bathroom, locking the door as the tears fell. You started the shower, a sob leaving your lips as you slid down to the floor crying.
A few weeks later
“And in other news mega worldwide Popstar Y/N, has deleted all posts from her social media. Sources say, She’s “Blacking out any and all communication on tour, and while she loves sharing her life with her fans, touring has taken a toll on her, she’ll return eventually, but for now. She’s got to focus on herself.” wow, so no more thank you posts to all her concert goers? That’s gonna feel like a slap to the face.” the news reporter stated as her co-star started in on you and your reputation. You sat by the window staring out over the city, thankful that no one could see you all the way up here. “Turn it off.” you grumbled out, “You know it's interesting, one former Avenger star announces his wedding date with pictures of his fiance’ the same time another former Avenger star blacks out her social media? I smell drama!” he chuckled as she gasped.
“I don’t need to hear how Lacey and Simon think I’m some big fuck up for not wanting to be on social media right now.” you said getting up and grabbing your phone. “I’m going down to the gym, maybe running will clear my head.” you said matter of factly before grabbing your headphones. “Maybe you shouldn’t go alone?” Megan asked as she stood up. Your phone had been blowing up from friends and family checking in on you, wondering why you’d gone radio silent.
You felt your phone go off as you exited your room and felt the corners of your mouth turn up for the first time in what felt like forever.
Hemsworthy: ‘This place is super boring without you here.’
Y/N: ‘Tell me about it. I wish you were here. Life fucking sucks right now.’
Hemsworthy: ‘Heard you went black out on socials….you doin okay?
Y/N: ‘Yep…got a lot going on & I don’t want to see anything online…just, want to focus back on friends and myself for a while…’
You sighed as you sent the message, heading into the gym where you began to walk on the treadmill. You thought back over all your time with Chris lately, before he left for South America. The movie nights eating ice cream, playing new songs for him, talking him through his depression when it came to the divorce. You felt tears in your eyes, how could you have been so fucking stupid.
Were you this desperate to fall in love and be with someone? You’d mistook your friendship with Chris, the things that friends did, as romantic interest and felt yourself developing feelings for him. He was just recently divorced…why would he even think about dating anyone; you needed serious help.
Hemsworthy: ‘You know if you keep running on the treadmill, you’re gonna burn holes in those tennis shoes missy. :P’
You glanced at the message before you did a double take; you didn’t remember telling him you were going to work out to clear your head. “If I have to stand back here any longer I’m gonna go insane.” his thick Australian accent startled you, causing you to whip around as you pulled your headphones off. “Oh my god!” you dashed over to him jumping into his arms as he laughed and hugged you tight. “I missed you popstar,” he mumbled in your ear as you buried your face into his hoodie, breathing in his scent. “I missed you too,” you whispered against his shoulder.
You jumped down smiling up at him, “Let’s go order some room service and catch up,” he chuckled and cleared his throat, “Uh…I wanted to see if you wanted to go to dinner tonight, with me?” he smiled softly. “Somewhere nice?” he asked as you grinned and nodded, “yeah! That sounds fun!” you said as you both walked to the Elevators. “I have this super cute outfit I’ve been wanting to wear anyways!” you grinned as he chuckled. “I’m sure you’re going to look as beautiful as you always do,” Chris smiled at you, his eyes twinkled softly as you talked about your upcoming show, which was a couple of nights away and Chris was thrilled he was going to attend it.
When he was touring with you, he would stay back at the hotel, usually cooking a meal for the two of you and picking out a couple of movies for you guys to watch and relax after your shows. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go to your shows, it was just easier to avoid the press. After the divorce, anytime they had the opportunity to print something about him or his ex wife, they jumped on it.
Once you guys made it back up to the hotel suite, you got ready for the evening, excited to have a nice dinner with someone who didn’t give a shit how famous you were, or what was happening in your life. You looked in the mirror and smiled at the black sequinned dress, which looked like a night sky, with clouds and a half moon on it. You wore strappy black heels and a fur jacket; and paired it with a silver flashy purse with a diamond studded necklace.
Chris grinned as he saw you come from your bedroom, “Whoa…you look…..incredible,” he held his hand out spinning you around as you giggled softly, “Thank you. My friend Kayleigh had this made for me, and I hadn't found the right occasion to wear it yet, but thought tonight was perfect.” you smiled as he smiled tenderly at you. “Well it’s perfect, come, I’ve made reservations for us.” he chuckled as you giggled excitedly. “Yay! It’s going to be so nice just…going to dinner and relaxing,” you said as you both headed to the car.
Pulling up to your favorite restaurant you sighed softly, the paparazzi were covering the street and you looked at Chris. “I’m sorry…I know you want to avoid them, I can go first…maybe see if they have a back entrance you can come through?” you said as he reached over and grabbed your hand, smiling softly. “I think I can manage a few photos with a beautiful girl before we go to dinner.”
The way he smiled at you, something felt different, you were starting to convince yourself that it was all in your head, but a small part of you wanted him to be into you. You knew you were developing feelings for him. “Y/N! Over here! Over here!” several voices shouted at you as you climbed out of the SUV and made your way around to the sidewalk. You smiled, waved at them, clearly not showing annoyance that you held toward them sometimes and even asked a few of them how they were doing this evening.
You stopped and posed for a couple of photos, when the other door opened and Chris got out smiling and waving at them for a moment before he put his hand on the small of your back as he walked with you to the door. The camera clicks intensified as he placed his hand on your back and you could hear them shouting more questions as you walked in together.
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I hope this doesn't come off the wrong way, given the previous thing about different ways people write, but I just wanted to tell you because I'm so excited: I finished the first draft of that script! I actually finished a writing thing for the first time in over a decade! I've never attempted to write a script before, and now I've finished my first first draft. My friend said that's a big deal, and it makes writing other scripts much easier when you finish your first. Is that what you've found?
Oh apparently I have a few more questions, sorry: The first time you finished a project, and you knew you were on literally the last few paragraphs or scene, or what have you, how did that feel for you? And when you were done, did you initially love writing, or did you debate ever writing again? Did you start working on something right away, or did you break for a little bit?
Sorry, I'm just so excited and proud of myself right now, and wondering what feelings might come next. I haven't been this proud of myself in I don't know how long. I mean, I know I have to finalize it, and even still, I know I'll never be able to get it made. However, for right now, I'm proud of myself! I'll probably go back to being sad I'll never get it made tomorrow though, which sucks, but it's a good night right now!
I hope you're doing well today! Sorry for the bombardment of questions.
First of all: congratulations! You've got every right to be excited. Screenwriting isn't easy or simple even at the best of times. Doing it well requires that you write in ways that can seem really counterintuitive when compared to working in prose. And it's always, ALWAYS a big deal when by completing something you break a long creative dry spell. So GOOD ON YOU! You got the job done. :)
(And now, of course, comes rewrite. The brain—yours, or someone else's—always has notes. But I'm sure you knew that.)
While I know how it is to be relieved on finishing a first script, my weird work history makes me kind of an outlier when it comes to discussing this. I went with unexpected speed from "I'm Just A First-Time Novelist, What Do I Know?" to "I'm Just A First-Time Screenwriter, What Do—WAIT WHAT??". Because the man who was soon to be my story editor on Scooby and Scrappy-Doo walked in the door one evening, having just read The Door Into Fire, and said, "Would you be interested in writing cartoons?"
It was kind of a surprising career development, but I quickly learned at that point in my life that when the Universe turns up on your doorstep with the Moon on a silver platter, you don't tell it to try next door: you say "Wait right there and I'll get a knife and fork." In the space of a given month of being walked around Hanna-Barbera for the first time, I turned in my first animation script... and then sagged in my chair on getting the phone call when my story editors told me, "That's a strong start. Now we have some notes." And all I could do was collapse with relief that I had not fucked it up.
However, this situation also left me in no position where I'd be able to debate ever writing a screenplay again... because suddenly there were a couple of very intent guys telling me "Okay, new story premise coming over to you, we need the outline by next Thursday and the script the Thursday after, you okay with that?"
(Are you kidding me? I thought. Let me get the knife and fork!)
So as I said, I'm really an outlier in this regard. The next three years of my life pretty much went as above, as Tom Swale and Duane Poole (great Thoth rest both their gentle souls) took me with them from one show to another, and kept me busy. (Thereby financing the writing of So You Want To Be A Wizard and The Wounded Sky and assorted other work.) But there's no question that each time you finish a script, each time you type FADE TO BLACK, you feel better about the whole enterprise. It doesn't precisely get easier. But it gets more familiar. And that helps. (If I have to be locked in a haunted house, I'd sooner it was one I'd played in when I was a kid than one I'd never been inside before...)
Anyway, again: congratulations. But also: Do not be too sure you'll never have it made. ...Granting you that "made" can look a lot of different ways in different times and places, and can shift under your feet without warning. But the world that depends on scripts can do very, very weird and unusual things without warning. Best to do your homework and be ready for them... and know where the knife and fork are.
Also, a side note: As you do more of this work you may well find that finishing a script leaves you with more energy, not less. I think this may be a lot more normal than we routinely allow ourselves to believe. It makes sense to me, from the psych-nurse end of things, that successful completion of a project allows the release of a lot of energy that you've been holding in reserve to help you cope if something went horribly wrong with the piece of work you just finished. Me, when I've felt that rush, I do a thing that C. J. Cherryh taught me: immediately roll another sheet of paper into the typewriter. ...Though these days, it'd be "open a new file." You don't necessarily have to do anything with that blank page or screen if you don't want to. But it's wise to be ready.
In any case: all the good luck to you (because sheer blind luck plays its part in this business, no matter how much we wish all our hard work counted for more)! ...And let us know how you get on.
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Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 1
Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori
Summary: y/n is a Computer Science major that definitely fits the bill. Some call her a robot since she seems to have zero emotions or empathy for the people around her and only cares about finishing her degree. What happens when she prevents Jungkook, a Visual Arts major from graduating and finds herself in need of his help?
Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook
Word count: 1.6k~
Warnings: Explicit language, corruption kink, smut, angst, trauma, idk I suck at writing warnings.
A/N: I'm planning on making this a shorter series so let me know if you're enjoying the story and I'll make it a little longer. This is heavily based off of the original bl (boy love) first chapter because I wanted to get the basic plot set up correctly but I will be changing things here and there (for example this is a straight version with a female reader). If you don't mind spoilers I would highly suggest reading the original story. I read it on the app Manta with the english adaptation being done by Angy and you can also find the kdrama on Viki :)
Walking up to the podium it doesn't surprise me to see that half of my group members aren't even in class. I look over at my professor and see the puzzled look on his face, clearly confused as to why I'm the lone presenter but I give him a nod anyway and start the presentation. Scanning the room I see how most of the students are already asleep or aren't even bothering to try paying attention and to be honest it makes my job a bit easier, not having to deal with any nerves that might arise from public speech but if I'm honest it doesn't really bother me much.
I've hear my classmates refer to me as a robot or a walking computer simply because I speak in a monotone voice and I don't bother wasting emotions on those that I deem unimportant. Some might call me stuck up but in reality I have no intention of making friends in this educational institution. I'm here to get my degree and hopefully never have to deal with anymore of these freeloaders that the bother labeling as students.
After my presentation is finished our professor wraps up the class rather quickly to every ones delight and soon sends us all on our way, except for me.
"y/n can I talk to you for a second?" he asks and I make my way over to his desk after having gathered my belongings. "I wanted to speak to you about your presentation" he starts off, showing his slight discomfort in discussing the topic.
"Was there something wrong with it?" I question not sure what might've gone wrong.
"Oh no the presentation was fine, in fact it was excellent but I noticed that your name was the only one included on the presentation as well as the fact that you gave the presentation solo. Did your group members not contribute to the project?" he asks curious as to how this whole situation all went down.
"No they did not" I say plainly giving him the bare minimum.
"Do you think you could explain the situation to me?"
I explain not only the lack of participation but also the pitiful excuses they gave me to somehow compensate for their lack of effort.
"One of them told me about the passing of their great aunt so I was aware that he wouldn't be giving the presentation but what happened to the other two?" he prods further pinching the bridge of his nose.
"One of the others didn't send me their research on the agreed upon deadline last night so I had to write their part as well as take care of the tasks I had delegated to myself" I explain.
"And the other?" he asks finally understanding the situation that I had been left in.
"He didn't bother showing up to any of the planned out meetings we set up" I say hoping that I can go now.
"I see that he's a graduating senior this year. He had told me that he had some sort of ceremony to attend to over seas but I see that he had attended all but the last two classes so his attendance hasn't been much of a problem. Don't you think it's a bit harsh to leave his name out of the presentation completely?" he questions hoping to level with me.
"No, not at all. If he had shown up and contributed to the project in the slightest then maybe but he didn't lift a finger. I understand why he missed the classes but expecting someone else to do the project that he was assigned was negligent on his part so I do not see any reason as to why he should be given credit for it" I finish hoping he'll understand my point of view.
"Okay, thank you for taking the time to explain it to me, you can go now" he says dismissing me.
"Okay" I say and give him a shallow bow before making my way out of the building.
When the day that the final grades rolls around I'm hit with a bunch of texts and calls from the free riders that no doubt failed the class because of the executive decision I had made. I go through and block the three of them before going on my way since I won't be needing any sort of contact after this train wreck of an ordeal. As I make my way to the PC cafe I frequent I hear talks of a story that sounds very familiar.
"I guess Jungkook can't graduate because someone snitched on him for faking attendance and they also took his name off of their final project" one guy says.
"Wasn't he supposed to go study abroad this summer?" a girl chimes in.
"Well I guess he's screwed now, I don't think a program like that wants to take on a slacker like him" another guy says, openly bashing him.
"Yeah he said he's gonna kill the person that did that but he never bothered learning their name. He tried to find them but no one knows who they are" the first guy says.
"What's their major?" the girl says hoping to see if she could help find them. "Something along the lines of computer engineering".
I shiver at the thought, 'I think I pissed off the wrong guy. I guess all I can do is avoid anyone by the name of Jungkook and fly under the radar. Considering that I always do I don't that'll be much of a problem. I log into the same computer I use day in and day out with the intention of relaxing for a bit but I'm interrupted by a text that I had thought I had been waiting for for the past few days.
'Hey y/n it's Hana, I got an internship for the summer and it looks like I'm going to be pretty busy with it so I don't think I'll be able to help you with the gaming application you are trying to develop. But on the plus side I do have a friend that has some free time this summer and I told him about it and he said he would be interested in taking it over for me'
'Oh okay that's too bad, I really liked your art style' I say selfishly wishing she would make time for it.
'Oh he's a lot better than me and I feel like he can definitely do your game a lot more justice than I can :)'
'Oh okay do you think you could give me their number at least?' I ask hoping I can establish contact as soon as possible.
'I don't have his number since I ended up breaking my phone and lost all of my contacts but I told him the time and place we were planning on meeting so he'll meet you there. His name is JK'
I thank her for putting in the effort to find a replacement and close out our conversation. Leaning back in my chair and taking off my glasses I'm left feeling stressed at the uncertainty of how this project is going to progress but I just hope that whoever she's sent as a substitute is able to work on this as efficiently as I know she would've been able to.
She was kind of slow at responding and making time for this but when she had the time she would really put her all into it, making up for the lost time. I take a deep breath to release some of the built up tension I can feel is building and decide to head back to my place to formulate a new plan of action and prepare a new proposal.
Sitting in the little study room I had reserved in the library I keep on checking the clock waiting for his arrival. 'He's late. It's four fifteen and I explicitly explained to Hana what time we would be meeting here. I could always count on her to be a few minutes late but so much for good first impressions with this new guy. Maybe I'll give him a few more minutes. He could've gotten the address wrong or maybe he got lost and is just trying to find the room.'
Another fifteen minutes goes by and I can feel myself losing my patience. 'How could someone be this late? What if he changed his mind and Hana just couldn't bring herself to tell me? Or maybe he just blowed both of us off because he didn't really want to do it in the first place? Whatever, I'll give him a few more minutes and then I'm leaving' I wait for about five more minutes until I finally can't take it anymore
"This is ridiculous, I'm just waisting my time at this point" I say out loud mentally exhausted from having to wait this long, not even caring if he were to show up now. I gather up my belongings but as soon as I reach for the door handle to leave it swings open and almost hits me in the face. I step back just in time to be met with a wall of muscle barging into the room without regard for anyone else and look up to see a man two heads taller than me looking down on me.
"You're the designer?" I ask hoping that I've made the correct assumption.
"Oh um yeah" he says as he continues to keep eye contact, almost studying me.
'Yeah?' 'That's all I get? Showing up this late and I don't even get a sorry? Who does this guy think he is?' I think to myself fuming even more from seeing the stupid look on his face. Little did I know just how much this little 'arrangement' was going to mess up the rest of my life.
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