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rafeandonlyrafe · 25 days

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followed (part one)

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warnings: stalker (not rafe), violence, rafe beats someone up but the guy is a creep

followed (part one) / accused (part two)

“hey.” you whisper, ducking under the man's outstretched arm as he looks at the various snacks on the shelf. “pretend you know me, please. i'm being followed.”

rafe doesn't really question it, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and smiling down at you, just as a man turns down the aisle.

“there you are, baby!” you put on a big smile, eyes still wide, telling the truth of your feelings as rafe can see how nervous you are. “been looking all over the store for you!”

rafe can see the guy, overdressed in lots of layers of jackets, physically deflates when he sees you're no longer alone and defenseless.

“sorry, babe. i got caught up with the snacks.” rafe laughs, grabbing a random bag off the shelf and dropping it into his basket.

“its okay.” you shake your head. “just happy we're back together.”

rafe keeps you close to him, arm wrapped around your shoulder as the man moves away. you let out a sigh of relief, head tipping forward to rest against rafes chest.

“thank you.” you say before straightening up and taking a step back.

“no problem.” rafe could tell how pretty you were from the moment he saw you, but now that you're not riddled with nerves, he can see that you're gorgeous. he shifts the basket to his other hand as he reaches out. “im rafe.”

“y/n.” you shake his hand, palm still slightly sweaty.

“let me stick with you while you shop, yeah? just in case he comes back.”

“oh my god, i would really appreciate that.” you lay a hand over your chest. “i dropped my basket a couple aisles back when he turned down the same row.”

rafe follows you, keeping his head on a swivel. he knows he can take the guy, he looked on the older side from the brief glance rafe had at him, but that doesn't mean he wants to get surprise attacked.

“i don't have much more that i need to grab.” you explain to rafe, walking just a step in front of him, causing you to turn down the aisle first.

you gasp and back up into rafe when you realize the same man is now hovering over your basket, waiting on you to return to it.

“i got you.” rafe whispers, dropping his basket, causing it to clatter against the floor. the man glares and doesn't back off like rafe was hoping he would.

“back away from my girls shit.” he growls out, dropping his voice.

“oh yeah, what are you gonna do? beat me up and then get arrested? there's cameras everywhere.” the man says, taking a step forward.

rafe is quick to reposition himself to stand in front of you. “and then those same cameras will see you following my girlfriend all over the store. get out before i beat your ass.”

the man looks rafe up and down before rushing away, hopefully finally actually leaving.

“shit.” you let out a whine, causing rafe to quickly whip around to face you, seeing tears welling up in your eyes.

“hey, you're safe now.” rafe says, placing his hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing them. when the tears break loose and slide down your cheeks, he pulls you forward into his chest, allowing you to sniffle until you've got yourself under control.

“sorry.” you laugh awkwardly, wiping away the tears before realize you'd left most of them as a stain on rafes shirt.

“it's okay.” he says. “men who mess with women and kids are the worst.”

you nod in agreement. “i don't know how to thank you…”

“you can thank me by not wasting your tears on that creep, alright?”

you nod as rafe grabs your basket, not handing it to you as he picks up his own. “what else do you need to get?” he asks.

“um, just some snacks.” you follow rafe as he confidently walks through the store.

you finish your shopping together before heading to the checkout. rafe doesn't even let you argue as he pays for what you have in your basket, a little shocked by how much he makeup costs, but he knows it won't dent his bank account.

“shouldn't i have paid for you since you helped me?” you ask as you walk out of the store, glad that the parking lot is lit up with street lights, as the sun has set.

“nah.” rafe just smiles at you. “now where's your car? wanna make sure you get in safe.”

you lead him towards your jeep, watching his muscled arms as he puts your couple bags into the trunk.

“thanks so much. i… i don't even want to think about what would have happened to be if you weren't there.” you take a deep breath.

“hey, don't worry about it.” rafe watches you climb into your car, giving him a small wave before taking off. rafe watches you leave, turning out onto the street before walking to his car.

hes about to pull out of his parking spot himself when he sees a beat up sedan sat in the darkest spot of the lot, right under a burnt out light. rafe squints into the darkness, letting out a growl when his suspicions are right.

he leaves his car, not bothering to sneak as he walks up and taps on the window. the man is disgruntled but rolls it down.

“there's cameras in the parking lot too.” he says.

“yeah, but it's pretty dark right here.” rafe looks around before reaching into the open window, holding the man by the collar while his other fist pummels into him, hitting his face over and over until it's a bloody, bruised mess.

“that'll teach you to never mess with poor defenseless women ever again, fucking creep.” rafe isn't finished yet though as he spits onto the man, taking the keys out of the car and tossing them away, leaving the man to have so scrounge on the ground for them later.

“shit.” rafe turns around to see your car is back in the parking lot, your eyes wide as you watch him from the drivers seat.

rafe wipes the blood off his knuckles onto the guys shirt before walking over to your jeep.

“im sorry you had to see that.” rafe says as you step out, piece of paper in hand.

“it… its okay.” you shake your head. “im glad you did that.” you're not one for violence, but the creep had it coming.

“are you okay?” rafe asks, not sure why you came back, but he's glad to see you again.

you stick your hand out, giving the paper to rafe. “came back to give you my number. can't believe i left without doing that.”

“ah.” rafe smirks. “seeing me beat up that guy didn't make you change your mind?” he sticks the paper into his pocket, knowing he's going to pull it out the second you're gone to save it to his phone then memorize the digits.

“not at all.” you admit, looking down at your feet. “if anything, it makes me like you more.”

“dinner this friday?” rafe doesn't want to wait to plan out your date, needing to know before letting you go when he will see you again.

“that's too far away. how about tomorrow?”

rafe is surprised how forward you are, but grateful for it as he nods. “ill text you.”

“ill be waiting.”

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mclqren · 2 months

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WINNER TAKES IT ALL ★ CS55

PAIRING ✦ carlos sainz x fem!singer!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you and your boyfriend both seem to be very lucky recently: you in opening for taylor swift, and him in winning the australian grand prix [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ for the purpose of this fic, taylor has added an extra date in melbourne for the friday before the australian grand prix. as per request, the fc i've used is sabrina carpenter, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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yourusername and with that we have one show left: back to melbourne in a couple of weeks! thank you all so much for the support, love you all like crazy 🫶

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( caption one: just woke up and my boyfriend's got appendicitis hellooo?? wtf have i missed while i've been in singapore. | caption two: never mind guys all is well ❤️ ( i am a photographer and i took THIS photo ) )

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yourusername impromptu visit to jeddah after SOMEONE'S appendix was removed...thanks for giving me an excuse to see you carlos 😘💘💘

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charles_leclerc or was it 🤷‍♂️

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yourusername from the bottom of my heart, thank you thank you thank you for all of the love and support i've received over the past couple of weeks. they've honestly been such a fever dream for me: like you're telling me that i was opening for THE taylor swift?? twelve year old me would be screaming right about now, let me tell you that much. i've loved every minute of this experience, and i can't wait to see what era is next for me 🫶

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user13 i still remember watching you when you were eighteen, just releasing music on youtube 🥺

user14 she's come sooo far since then im so proud of her

taylorswift loved having you with me!! couldn't think of anyone else better to keep me company during these times ❤️

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carlossainz55 back from my surgery and into P2 👊 looking forward to the race!

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user16 SMOOTH OPERATOR IS BACKKK

user17 the surgery did NOT hold him back

user18 NO REAL THE GUY WAS FLYINGGG

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yourusername do you ever actually rest like. ur appendix was just taken out when i get colds i stay in bed longer.

carlossainz55 yeah i know from firsthand experience 😘

user20 SHE'S SO REAL FOR THIS THOUGH

yourusername either way i'm so proud of you! smash it tomorrow 💘

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user21 the way y/n is literally so supportive of him is my fav thing

user22 all whilst telling him off for not resting enough 🤣🤣 she's too iconic for us, i fear

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carlossainz55 P1 babyyy!! Onto Japan we go 🎢❤️

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user28 THE SMOOTHEST OPERATOR AROUND

user29 staying up until 2am to watch it was SOOO WORTH IT

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yourusername he only went and did it!! after his appendix got removed and all. couldn't be fucking prouder 💘

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yourusername proud of @/charles_leclerc as well!! what a way to end the weekend 😘

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user31 the way they support each other >>>

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carlossainz55 te amo siempre ❤️

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carlossainz55 it was the lack of an appendix that did it 🤣

yourusername @/charles_leclerc are you taking notes??

charles_leclerc already scheduling an appointment for the winter, don't worry 📝

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kookslastbutton · 8 months

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When I Say Forever ༓ jjk (m)

✑ Summary: Today’s your wedding day and the slightly shy yet handsome, doe-eyed stranger who chased after you when you dropped your wallet on the street three years ago just happens to be the man standing before you today.

Original request: can you please write something about oc's and Jungkook's wedding? Your readers just need to witness it. We would highly appreciate it. Thank you!

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre/AU: fluff, smut, wedding au

word count: 4,696

warnings: a cute wedding where jungkook gets emotional and is very eager to be married, they get a little scolded during the ceremony ahaha, jk is romantic and prepares something very special for his lovely bride, mentions of absence of parents on oc's side (nothing gets too deep but I chose to go this route due to the very real factor that parents aren't always around), and finally sexual content bc come on it their wedding night 🥺

sexual warnings: soft dom!jk, sub!reader, swearing, explicit s*x, jk asks for consent bc yeah i don't even need to justify it, f*ngering, oral (both m. and f., multiple orgasms, dry humping, t*tty suck, heavy making out, overstimulation, possessive!kook, m*ssionary, c*wgirl, oc claws at his back which jk seems to have a kink for, a little bit of steamy rivalry at the end (just a hint), our kook is attentive even though it gets kinda rough

now playing: My You by jjk

a/n: my you has been one of my on repeat songs and im not sorry. Also, thank you for the request, i hope this is alright! Anyway pls enjoy! ❤

Dozens of cherry blossom trees are sky-high in the air, covering you as you walk down the aisle in the grass. Some of the blush pink and white blossoms shake from branches every few steps to shower over you in a cascading effect. The temperature is also perfect, a steady 68 degrees.

This is why you and Jungkook chose to marry in the spring–it was beautiful.

You look to your left, then to your right. Rows of seats filled with family, friends, and co-workers stare at you in awe. The only two people missing, however, are your parents.

With the passing of your father years ago and your mother's absence in your life since then, your half of the guest list isn’t extensive by any means. It's for those reasons that you both agreed a small wedding would be ideal.

Still, even with the minimized guest list, you find it difficult to hold eye contact with any of them. It's not because you're nervous exactly–you simply don’t believe your reality is real.

Was this another one of your silly dreams?

Are you going to wake up just as you reach the front?

You keep your eyes straight ahead and towards the man who's waiting for you with tightly clasped hands. He makes all your worries melt away in that instant.

No, you remind yourself. This isn't a dream.

The veil you’re wearing drags on the ground behind you and flows over the small train of your delicate, white gown. You chose a form-fitting sheath dress that’s made from the softest satin fabric. Its clean, sharp lines allow the semi-deep-v neckline to appear more elegant than revealing.

The closer you get the more Jungkook’s cheeks wet with his tears. He knew he was going to cry today. But he was hoping it’d happen towards the end so he could see you walking down the aisle to him without his vision blurring.

“Hi,” he whispers to you once you’re fully in front of him. He wipes his face with his thumbs as subtly as he can.

You bow to each other in greeting and, with the request to join hands from your officiant, you hand your bouquet of fresh-cut flowers to your maid of honor and place your hands in his gentler ones.

“Hi,” you reply, equally quiet and with a small smile.

Jungkook’s dark, raven hair parts in the middle with a few strands tastefully out of place. He’s wearing a black, pin-stripped suit with a matching vest and plain black tie. The white dress shirt underneath is buttoned all the way up to the top too and he’s kept all his piercings in, including his lip ring. He’s unbelievably handsome–and he’s yours.

When your officiant begins making the welcome speech, the guests settle down in their seats all at once. Yet you and Jungkook keep whispering to each other as softly as you can.

“You look amazing.” His thumbs rub soothing circles over the top of your knuckles.

“So do you.” Your gaze holds his reddened ones. The fact that he’s still on the verge of tears causes you to form watery eyes as well. But you blink them back. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“I know. I feel the same way.” He pauses and grins at you. “Did you see who came with whom?” He gives a side-eye, gesturing at Jimin, one of his best men.

“I saw.” You and Jungkook start giggling at once because the person who Jimin brought as his plus one is perhaps the most annoying person in the world to him–your co-worker who’s had an insane crush on him for the last year. They insisted that Jimin be a “gentleman” and show them a good time while at your wedding.

“Do you think they’ll…you know,” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively to finish the sentence.

Jungkook shakes his head lightly. “I don’t know, maybe. I can’t really bother to think about who’ll sleep with who when you’re gonna be the one under me tonight.”

Though he says it with the most sincere tone, more endearing than flirty, you swallow hard. It’s not your first time with Jungkook but you’re unsure what to expect tonight. You’ll be his wife after this.

“Why do you get to top?” you mouth.

Jungkook gives a half-smirk.“Why do you pretend to hate it?”

You open your mouth to form a response but the harsh clearing of a throat behind Jungkook orders you to stop.

“Everyone-ahem-can hear you,” Taehyung coughs. “Stop it for god sake.”

“Yes, if the bride and groom could please save the after-wedding affairs for later, we can move forward with the ceremony. Thankfully I don't see many children in the crowd today,” the officiant adds as humorously as she can and the crowd chuckles.

Oh god. You bite down on your tongue to keep from embarrassing the two of you further.

Once your officiant is able to finish her welcome speech she turns her attention to you. "__ do you want to marry Jungkook, to be your husband, to love and to cherish all the days of your life, today, tomorrow, and always?

"I do. Yes."

She looks at Jungkook afterward. "Jungkook do you want to marry __, to be your wife, to love and to cherish all the days of your life, today, tomorrow, and always?

He stares at you, wordless for a moment as every memory between the two of you hits him like a tidal wave. His hand starts shaking in yours, and tears start spilling from his eyes again.

"You okay?" You whisper and this time it's your turn to rub soothing circles on his hands, calming him down.

"Yeah," he sniffs. "I just never imagined myself to be standing here today. I love you so much."

Your officiant decides it's best to wait for the right time to speak but Jungkook smiles at her softly. "That means yes by the way," he jokes and the guests laugh in unison.

She turns to the ring bearer, aka Namjoon's eight-year-old son who stands on Jungkook's left by his father. "May we have the rings please?"

The boy walks over to her, hands over the small gold bands, then returns to his previous position.

"The couple will now exchange rings as a symbol of their love and devotion. I understand they have prepared their own vows thus binding promises to love, honor, and cherish one another. __, please place this ring on Jungkook’s finger and when you're ready you may begin."

You take the ring and begin slipping it on Jungkook's finger. "They say when you marry someone you become one. You consider each other in every decision, make compromises for the other, and be the strength when the other cannot. We've been together for three years now Jungkook, doing those exact things and I couldn't fathom stopping now. I love you and I promise I'll always be here next to you, however and whenever you need."

"Jungkook," your officiant hands him your ring. "Please place this ring on __’s finger and when you're ready you may begin."

"When I saw you years ago, waiting at the crosswalk, I thought you were the most beautiful and intriguing person I'd ever seen in my life." He puts the ring on your fourth finger. "And then you dropped your wallet and it gave me the best opportunity to approach you. Little did I know, the sight of a man running after would make you run too. But you took my number in the end and three years later, the love of my life is standing before me. Everything I am and have belongs to you __, always and forever."

Your officiant smiles at you both as Jungkook struggles to keep his distance from you a few seconds longer. He's been waiting for this very moment since the day you agreed to be his boyfriend. He just can't take it any longer!

"In the presence of...oh for the love of might," your officiant stops mid-sentence when she sees Jungkook shuffling his feet closer and closer towards you. "Never in my twenty years of performing marriages have I seen a groom this eager to get married. Go ahead and kiss your wife hun! Mr. and Mrs. Jeon Jungkook everyone!"

Massive grin on his face, Jungkook grabs your waist and dips you low into a romantic kiss. The crowd goes wild at the dramatic gesture, whistling and clapping behind you.

After about a million more tears, speeches, first dances, a surprise song preformed by the wedding party, and Jungkook practically ripping off the lace garter around your thigh with his teeth, the wedding festivities come to an end. But not before you both find yourself being guided to a secret place led by Taehyung.

The wedding party insisted you be blindfolded beforehand. So here you are, almost pitch black out and clinging to Jungkook's arm.

"I don't understand why I need to be blindfolded and you don't," you say.

"I'm not sure," he replies. "Maybe they got you a gift or something."

"We're here! Stop!" You hear Taehyung shout from a few feet ahead and Jungkook freezes in place. You're body jolts forward a little with the sudden pause.

"__." Jungkook calls your name softly. "Open your eyes."

You flutter your lids open and at first, the sight before you is hazy as you adjust to the night sky. But then, your jaw drops to the ground.

In front of you is a charming river surrounded by perfectly arched cherry blossoms with lanterns hanging from the branches. All the lanterns illuminate the entire length of the stream, including around the bends and curves. At the edge of the stream is a small dock where a wooden row boat floats with a set of oars inside.

"Oh my god." Your eyes trail as far down the river as you can. You've only ever seen this in movies, so you're incredibly overwhelmed by the sight. "Jungkook, are we-are we going in there?"

He watches as you openly gape at the scene in front of you. "What do you think? Do you like it?"

You whip your head in his direction. "Are you kidding? It's amazing! Did you know about this?"

His big grin tells you everything you need to know.

"He planned everything himself," Namjoon speaks up. "Come on, your boat's waiting. It'll take you all the way to one of the best hotels in Seoul. I know you're going on your honeymoon tomorrow but we thought a night up in a five-star hotel might be nice. Unless you want to go back to Jungkook's house of course but...we kinda already grabbed your suitcases for the trip and had them put in your room."

"You're serious?"

"Dead serious __."

You snake your arms out Jungkook's arm and swing them around him. "I can't thank you enough for doing this, Joon."

He places a gentle hand on your upper back. "Of course, but like I said. Jungkook planned everything so you should thank him more than me." He laughs and breaks away from you when he sees the younger man eyeing the two of you excruciatingly close. "I think your husband would like you back now."

Jungkook comes up behind you and sneakily slips your hand in his tatted one. "Are you ready?" He gestures towards the boat.

You nod and he pulls you towards the dock, helping you into the boat first when you approach it. He sits across from you after and grabs the oars of the boats, lowering them into the water one at a time.

"Wait!" Taehyung lunges over the edge of the boat with something small and black in his palm. "Don't forget this." He clips a tiny microphone to his shirt and you scrunch your eyebrows.

"What's this about?" You ask.

Taehyung only half-smirks at you and backs away from the boat. "We'll see you when you come back from the honeymoon okay? Have fun! But please, for the sanity of us all, don't text us any details. In the words of the wise, keep the private things private!"

Jungkook laughs and starts rowing the boat forward and down the stream. You, on the other hand, wave goodbye to everyone as you drift further and further away from the dock.

"So, husband," you sit with your elbows on your knees. "What's the mic for?"

Jungkook doesn't reply but shushes you instead. He tests the mic a couple of times before soft music comes from either side of you. Apparently, there are stereos lined down the banks of the river.

When he starts singing, you cover your mouth in overwhelming joy.

"Summer has already spread in the air

Breeze is already blowing.

The last cold snap is going out

The days were getting longer and longer

But my days were still going on and on and on

I got wet in the sunshower, I looked up at the night sky..."

At this moment the lanterns start twinkling, reflecting like raindrops in the water. You look all around you, taking in the change of atmosphere. Jungkook's cool eyes focus on you intently as he continues serenading you.

"It was quite a lonely night

In the blink of an eye, the dark faded out

Blooming under the sunlight

Memories with me and you..."

The boat rows left and you peer over your shoulder. Taehyung and the rest of the wedding party are barely visible by now. When you look ahead again, you see that you're about to go under a stone bridge. On the other side are more cherry blossom trees and a glimpse of downtown Seoul.

"All these lights are colored in by you

All these times are precious due to you

Four seasons have passed with you

Four scents were left 'cause of you

All the reasons why I can laugh out

All the reasons why I sing this song

Thankful to be by your side now

I'll try to shine brighter than now..."

Jungkook rows the two of you closer to the city as he finishes his song, passing a number of other couples taking night strolls together. The wind blows a little but it doesn't make you shiver at all—his voice warms your soul.

And when you lean in to kiss him once the boat reaches the dock near the hotel, fingers grazing his cheeks, your body yearns to be near his.

It takes little to no time for the two of you to find your hotel room. Jungkook swipes your keycard in the door and in you both go, your hand shamelessly yanks at his tie.

He presses you up the back of the door once it's locked shut and kisses you with a fiery passion. It's different from all the other times; neither rough nor soft, as he sucks on your bottom lip, eagerly begging to deepen the kiss.

"Kook," you let out a muffled moan when his tongue finds its way into your mouth. It's a wrestle at first, your tongues toying with each other. And once you get the hint that he's not about to back down you start threading your fingers through his hair.

"I love it when you do that," he groans and pushes himself against your body, grinding his growing bulge against your center.

You whine against his lips and grind your hips back into his. "I know you do," you tease and a strong pair of hands wander your waist before traveling behind to grip your ass.

You yelp when he squeezes your cheeks and starts rutting himself into you faster. He moves his pillowy lips to the side of your neck too, peppering you with kisses from the the sensitive area right below your earlobe and all the way down to your collarbone.

"Fuck," he grunts, nothing short of frustrated, when your dress stops him from kissing down any further. The hands gripping your ass move up to find the zipper of your gown. "Please, baby, can I remove it?"

"Yes, go ahead," you nod and retract your hands from his hair to let the gown fall off your shoulders. Jungkook watches lustfully as your bare breasts are revealed to him little by little. He's seen them a million times but each time is always like his first, his eyes never fail to dilate.

"Perfect," you hear him whisper under his breath. And when the gown pools to the ground around your feet with a heavy thump, he can't hold himself back any longer.

He needs you.

One by one he starts tearing off his suit jacket, then his vest and leather belt until he's left standing in nothing else left except his black underwear. His muscles bulge without even having to flex and his pecs are more than solid.

If he weren't the love of your life, you'd say he was damn intimidating. Yet the pleasure you get from simply viewing his perfectly toned body is ridiculous and what pushes you further is the gold band wrapped around his fourth finger.

Jungkook must be feeling the same as his hands are back on your hips in the seconds following, pushing you to the wall adjacent to the door and attacking the area near your collarbone again with his plushy lips. You whine when his large pecs rub against your pebbled nipples.

"God what have you been lifting these day Jeon? Half of Seoul?" You rest your hands on his biceps which tense at the touch.

"Uh uh," he tsks in response. "Can't call me that anymore. We share the same name now." He kisses your shoulder then moves his mouth over to a nipple. He licks one first, teasing it with the tip of his tongue until you moan for him to keep going.

"You have such soft boobies," he comments before finally sucking on one. Your head falls back from the pleasure it sends up your spine.

"Do you have to say it like that?"

He switches to the other breast, licking and sucking it firmly like the he'd done previously. "What's wrong with boobies? I like the word."

You chuckle and decide to let him have his fun. Pick you battles __, you hum to yourself.

Jungkook tugs at the string of your underwear after placing one last kiss atop each boob. He slowly pulls the thin material down your legs at your consent and you step out from them.

"Lean against the wall and throw your leg over my shoulder," he tells you on bended knees.

You do as he says, swinging a leg over his shoulder. The movement has his head face to face with your cunt which is not in the least bit dry from all the teasing and grinding earlier.

Jungkook sticks a finger in his mouth, wetting it with his spit and then rubs it back and forth between your folds. The lubrication mixes with your own arousal.

"Jungkook," you whine when he doesn't sink his finger in right away, despite the fact that you're well prepared for it.

He blinks at you through his lashes with a devious smirk. "What?" He asks. "You don't like this?"

"I do but I need more. Please," you beg. "Fingers. In me. Please."

He groans at the way your voice seems to crack the more you beg. Well, he's made you wait long enough. Jungkook pushes his finger into your velvet walls all at once, dragging it back and forth in search of your sweet spot.

He knows he's found it when you instantly buck your hips and the leg that's over his shoulder reflexively clamps down on him.

"Right here?" He curls his finger inside you and it has your pussy already throbbing for him. You don't even have to ask for a second finger before he does the honors himself, sliding another into you then proceeding to make a scissoring motion with both digits. "Or here?" He asks again.

"Anywhere," you barely make out through your gasps. "Just don't stop what you're doing."

"What if I wanna lick your pussy?" He pumps his fingers faster all while maintaining focus on your face. "Make you come all over my tongue."

"God Kook, do whatever you want," you reply and it's all the push he needs to remove his fingers from out of you to replace it with his mouth. "Fuck!" You cry as he desperately licks long stripes up your slippery folds, tongue dipping inside for additional pleasure.

He repeats the motion several times until he decides its not enough and sucks on your clit.

"Oh, that feels so good, fuck, fuck Jungkook," you moan with eyes closed and a shaky breath.

Your legs start trembling as your first orgasm of the night builds inside. It gets closer and closer as Jungkook works faster and faster before finally, the cord inside you breaks free.

Jungkook happily swallows as much of your cum as he can. He uses his wrist to wipes his mouth after, cleaning up any leftover.

"First time eating my wife out," he starts, guiding your leg over his shoulder back on the ground. "What a fucking turn on."

Jungkook stands up and pulls you into an embrace with both hands, your bare bodies press tight against each other. Then, without any warning, he swoops up your legs with one hand supporting your lower back and lifts your into his arms.

"Kook!" You call his name in suddeness of the action.

"Yes? What is it wife?" He carries you to the large, king size bed that's covered in rose petals and lays you on top. His handsome face leans over you with careful, attentive eyes while a hand reaches for one of the soft pillows nearby to slip under your head.

It's now that the weight of the moment hits you, as if you've just doven off a steep cliff and head first into the rushing rapids of the ocean.

"I love you," you say.

Jungkook sticks his thumbs in the band of his underwear and pushes it down until he can easily remove them. He's fully hard when he crawls over top of you after, and places his hands on either side of your head.

"I love you too." He lowers his head to capture your lips into a deep kiss. "Now," he continues, sitting up on his knees and shimmying his thighs up your frame. "I think I might need some help here."

He grips his pulsating length, tan tip leaking with pre-cum. You widen your mouth gladly and he shoves his length to the back of your throat.

"Mm!" You gag but to say you hate it would be a lie.

Jungkook doesn't move at first, letting you get used to the weight of his cock on your tongue first. He bites his lip as you hallow your cheeks the best you can.

"I don't want to come, I just want it wet okay?" He tells you and you nod in understanding. "Fuck, so good," he lets out a throaty growl after the first thrust.

You suck him as hard as you can as he fucks your mouth at a steady pace, making sure his cock will be nice and well-lubricated with your spit this time.

"Can't believe we're married," he thrusts faster, teeth clenching together. "My wife, mine forever. No one else can have you. I won't let them."

You blink your glassy eyes at him, thighs struggling to rub together due to the arousal pooling between your legs for the tenth time tonight.

You love him so fucking much.

Jungkook pulls himself out of your mouth while you're in thought, a string of spit following. He backs himself down your body until he can properly hover over you in a straddling position.

"Legs up," he commands and you wrap them around his waist in a criss-cross position. His wetted length finds your entrance with little guidance and pushes forward, stretching your walls so deliciously well.

"Oh my god," you shudder as his cock sinks all the way in thanks to both of you being incredibly worked up and lubricated. Your hands fly under his arms after two thrusts, to grip his back. "Fuck, you're so deep Kook."

"I know, holy shit," he grunts and beats himself into you. He likes the feeling of your body bouncing up and down underneath him so leans down on his elbows to fuck you faster and harder. "I think this might be the deepest I've been in you baby, so wet for me—fuck!"

He moans loudly when your nails claw his back. "Shit I'm sorry!" You relax your fingers immediately when he winces at the slight pain.

"No," he nips at your jaw. "I like it, keep doing it. Mark me up." He snaps his hips into yours and you claw at his back again, harsher than the last time; not enough to hurt him but enough to make him moan in your ear over and over again.

"Jungkook! Too much," you pant as he burries his head in your neck, trailing hot open mouth kisses to the area. "It's too much, I'm gonna come!"

"Fuck, that's the goal baby!"

"Yeah but, don't wanna come so soo—"

He shuts you up with his tongue shoving between you lips, kissing you with a purpose. You's body squirms at the pleasure and you find yourself clenching around his thick length that yes, twitches in response.

"Three years together and you still think I'll give you one round and call it quits. Since when baby?" He groans as he feels himself achingly close to his high (you too). "Tell me, since fucking when?" He emphasizes once more.

You're too lost in how close you are to your second orgasm to give him an answer.

"That's right, never."

One hard thrust later and you come on his length. It takes little time before he releases in you as well, yet he continues his pace.

"That's one down," Jungkook says, riding out both your orgasms which slowly works you up to another. "Not including any eating out. And if my memory serves our record is five. Don't you think we should surpass that now that we're legally bonded to each other Mrs. Jeon? In sickness and in health was it?"

"I'm still trying to recover from the first two orgasms I had tonight, including the fingering and you relentless dry humping."

"Baby," he coos. "My sweet baby, come here." With both arms Jungkook lifts your body with his until you're both in an upright, seated position. Your legs that were once wrapped around his waist rest on the mattress as he thrust up into your cunt. "Don't you know I just want to make you feel good? Why recover when you can be wrecked so heavenly over and over again?"

You moan and squeeze your hands on his shoulder. Jungkook studies your face, maintaining slow, calculated thrusts into you.

"Come for me again," he says.

And you do, sticky white liquid dripping down to the base of his cock and onto the sheets under you.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" He smirks. "Let's see you get on all fours now. I'd love to see how well my wife takes it from behind."

You catch him off guard by pushing on his chest and guiding him flat on his back. "Mm no," you refuse him. "I think I'd like to get a taste of my husband as a bottom instead."

Jungkook's cock hardens inside you and his fingers settle around your hips as he smirks up at you. "Go ahead then," he tests. "Try getting yourself off."

"You think I can't do it?" You narrow your eyes and grind forward on his cock, earning you a deep growl from your new husband.

"We'll see how long you'll last before I have to flip you on your back and take over," he spats. "But good luck beautiful."

With a huff and determination in your eyes, you start a strong pace. Jungkook watches you with lustful eyes as you bounce on him– enjoying the show a little too much.

a/n: Thanks for reading! Lmk what you think 🥰

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mrfoox · 2 years

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I'm so fucking tired of this extreme nausea. I've skipped so much of my classes bc of it and yep today I feel it too

#miranda talking shit #I feel so guilty i havent been there the last 4 days. Yesterday it was bc of my doctor meeting but otherwise bc of this shit #I dont know what to do like im sitting here shaking with a bucket trying to drink some cold water #And not throw up. Im sitting still and its this bad ... And now im on the verge of tears bc of my anxiety too #Like for once i am actually experiencing physical symptoms and not faking to get out of attending #I do feel incredibly guilty for it though and ashamed. Telling the teachers for the fourth time in a row that i cant come #Like they'll for sure think im faking it at this point ive been absent so much #Doesnt help that the nausea doesnt subside unless i either thrpw up my medication or wait at least 2-3 hours #I hate this so much. I havent felt this guilty for a long time and its not over something i can really control #Or well i can skip taking the medication ... But i know that if i do that the next time j do take it the usual side effects are like double #Home remedies can help a bit but is spotty at best. I tried nausea stuff but that made me basically throw up on the spot #I love sitting down just swallowing every third second trying to keep my gag reflexes in control its fun

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biibini · 4 months

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nsfw modern!mizu headcannons pt3

tags: nsfw, smut, wlw, strap on referred to as cock, cunnillingus, praise, missionary, doggy, if u squint its rough, degrading, teasing, edging, ass squeezes, orgasm

a/n: happy 100??? followers?? i love u all???? i finished some hw and some photoshoot work so here's a treat for both of us :3

18+ content below!

modern!mizu loves to hold ur hand while she's deep inside u, strap on

that's if she's feeling sweet & loving

which is most nights

however, if u were acting like a brat it's totally different

she has the patience but if u rlly ticked her off

or left her during the summer for an internship

she'll still be loving but WAYYY more dirty talk

definitely degrade u

calling u her pretty slut

(yes i already talked ab this on the last part but lemme remind yall)

modern!mizu is big on praise

typically she's reserved when it comes to u in public

prefers to let her work talk for her such as a side hug or holding ur hand when u guys are out

through her actions, she’s loving without the need to say much

at times, she doesn’t mind calling u “love” or “baby” in a sweet endearing way when its just the two of u in public

but behind closed doors…

(im giggling and kicking my feet writing this sorry chat)

she loves constantly calling u her pretty girl or her love

those praises escalate into dirty territory especially when she knows ur close

(yes i also did write ab this but shhh)

and she gets all close to ur ear

while whispering sweet nothings, she continues to stimulate u with soft kisses and hickies on ur neck

she loves hearing how loud ur voice can rise under her touch

or how much ur wet cave squelches just with her two fingers

it's addicting to hear u unfold

modern!mizu prefers missionary

yeah sure its a basic vanilla position

but mizu can watch herself enter easily

ur practically dripping at this point

while having easy access to ur breasts

something soft and tender to hold

or easy access to ur sides and hold for stability

while having front row seats to ur entire reaction

a 3-in-1 combo

she just loves hearing her beautiful girlfriend’s voice slowly lose control of any noises coming out

any whimpers or moans will not be held back

modern!mizu would make it her mission to hear anything come out of u

similar to the praising point

but more on the border of teasing

it doesnt help that she lowers her voice the closer she gets to ur ears

if ur biting ur lip or biting the inside of ur cheek, she will spot u holding back

it’s a lil scary how easy she can read u

but u pay no attention once she’s close to ur neck, one of ur most vulnerable spots

Mizu nuzzles you, letting her head rest in the crook of your neck. You close your eyes and inhale, telling yourself to relax under Mizu. You feel a digit slowly pull out, continuing to thrust into you at a agonizingly slow pace. She pulls out again, a tear running down Mizu’s middle finger.

You take another deep breath, scrunching your eyebrows and attempting to control yourself. You feel Mizu kiss your neck, leaving behind bruises that are soon to bloom purple. She works her way to your ear, her breath practically melting you away.

“I know you want more, don’t you?”, Mizu whispered breathily. Her digit pushing deeper into you. You bite your lip, silencing your moan with a “mmph” instead.

She nibbles down the side of your neck, biting down a little more than usual. Her tongue glides over one of your growing hickies, now turning a deeper shade of maroon and purple. You moan in response, forgetting to hold it back.

"Let's use our words now.", Mizu coos, adding another digit deep inside of you.

modern!mizu would most prob be a dom/switch

a little more switch than dom

but mainly a service dom

as long as the both of u are feeling pleasure, she will always love it

if u request modern!mizu something, she will try her hardest to make u feel good

one time, u were curious ab edging

u have heard of the term but never experienced it

mizu had heard ab it through taigen and his stupid rants ab his situationships

u were in for quite a wild night

“Hey baby?”, you asked.

Mizu hummed next to you, scrolling through Tiktok.

The thought of edging was relatively new. You heard about the idea at one of your lecture classes, where a girl was talking with her friends about how her situationship did that to her. You heard many specific details, maybe too many, for a 9:00 lecture.

However, one thing stood out to you: she had the most deepest, amazing orgasm. According to her, at least.

“Do you know what edging is?”, you question, letting the curiosity get the best of you.

Mizu turned to face you. Shocked at your question, she closes and puts down her phone.

“Who told you what that was?”, she asked.

Your eyes widen.

Was it something mean?

“Why? Is it something bad?”, you say in a concerned tone.

Mizu breathily laughs. She wraps her arm around your side, pulling you closer under the sheets.

“No no, I just wasn’t expecting that kind of question.”

“So what is it?”, you persist, still curious about the idea. You watch her eyes quickly dart away from your gaze.

“Uhm…”, Mizu’s face slightly flushes, biting the outer corner of her lower lip. “It’s when you get really close, but then you never finish. At least that’s how Taigen explained it.”

Your mouth shapes into a little ‘o’.

“It’s supposed to make you finish on ‘a different level’. I didn’t really understand it but-“

“Should we try?”, you boldly ask.

The details of the girl’s experience from the lecture rung in your head: mind-blowing, amazing, earth-shattering. The list could go on. That girl could talk for hours.

Mizu cocked her eyebrow, immediately surprised by the invitation. She didn’t deny it though. As disgusting as Taigen described his experience, it intrigued Mizu. Her mind started to dwell on the thought: your legs trembling and shaking under her, your moans and squirming, the volume of your cries...

The idea of you screaming her name lit a bulb in her head.

Out of nowhere, she pulls you underneath her. Mizu rests her hand by your face to cup your cheek. Her thumb caresses your right cheek, lightly grazing your lips. You look up to meet her eyes: a deep ocean blue darkened with lust. They glance down and quickly look back up to meet your gaze.

Mizu gets closer to you, slightly tilting your head to whisper close to your ear.

"Let's try.", she whispers. You feel her lips plant kisses along your neck, feeling it tickle and tease you.

"Now?", you stammer as Mizu continues down your neck, gently lifting under your pajamas. You feel her hand lift the fabric and palm one of your breasts. You groan as Mizu's thumb grazes over your nipple, hardening under your touch.

Mizu scoffs. "Do you not see yourself right now?", she states as she inches closer to your heat, now aching for her touch.

Blush starts to form on your face. Mizu knew how to turn you on, but you've never seen her so quick with it.

With one hand busy toying with your breasts, Mizu inches her other hand down towards your soft cotton panties. Her fingers slide down from the edge, feeling your curves and valleys. She stops at your entrance and feels the change of the fabric, drenched with your juices.

You hear her chuckle into the crook of your neck. "Do you not feel yourself right now?", she teases, her voice almost deepening as she continues to palm your wet spot.

"Not until now- Mizu!", you yelp. You feel her finger tuck under the fabric, now directly touching your pouring wet mess. She lowers her hand and enters, enveloping her fingers with your fluids.

Your head knocks back as you take a deep breath in. Half of your mind was already in another dimension, getting lost in the pleasure. The other half was still present in bed but slowly losing itself with every thrust Mizu made. You aren't even close to finishing and you're already losing your mind.

You feel her finger pull out, making you feel empty inside. She tugs your panties off and shifts closer to your lower half. You feel your lower half face her mouth. It doesn't take long for you to feel full once again as she plunges two digits into you.

You moan in response. You feel them gain speed, tickling the tip of your cervix. She puts those long, slender fingers to good use. Busy with feeling of your insides getting fucked out, you fail to forget about the feeling of Mizu's tongue lapping up any liquids coming out of you.

She continues to do so, her tongue gliding along the sides of your entrance. Mizu licks up, lightly licking the tip of your clit. A jolt of pleasure shoots up in your head.

"Ah, fuck me Mizu!", you yell into the pillow. Her pace continues to inch deeper into your gushing wet caves. To Mizu's surprise, they easily pull in and out of you, making a squelching noise every time she pushes a little bit deeper.

"I am, don't worry.", Mizu coos. She continues to lap at your clit, circling it every so often. With one hand inside of you, she wraps her other arm around your leg. She feels the warmth of your inner thigh touching her cheek, heating her up as she continues to work on you.

You feel her fingers slightly curl, brushing the rough ceiling of your insides. Instinctively, your hips buck against her mouth & fingers. She groans and gets back to it, tightening her grip on your leg.

The feeling of her fingers continuously touching your sensitive spot sent you to madness. Your hips continue to buck only to be constricted by Mizu's arm. At this point, you are attempting to find any way to move your hips, practically grinding on her face. Gaining speed towards your climax, you try to ride her fingers with her thrusts. In an attempt to chase your nearing orgasm, your moans grow louder. But it is to no avail.

Mizu notices the way your walls start to rhythmically tighten around her fingers. She pulls back her tongue and slowly pulls out her fingers. She feels your liquids drip down her digits, slowly pooling by her palm.

"Is my pretty girl close?", she teases.

Fuck, she brought out that pet name.

You feel her breath an inch away from your throbbing wet entrance, almost teasing your release.

"Y-Yes. Please let me finish. I'm so close.", you beg. Your hips try to grind on something, anything. Without thinking, you aim to feel her lips with yours to feel some kind of pleasure. Instead, you pathetically grind on the bottom half of Mizu's face, covering it with your juices.

Mizu shakes her head, smiling deviously at your attempt.

"Not yet baby. Wait a bit."

Her hands don't shift back to their original position. Instead, you feel them wrap around your thighs and squeeze against Mizu's face. You look down to view Mizu smiling angelically. Yet her actions proved others: downright devious.

modern!mizu doesn't enjoy doggy as much as she enjoys missionary

but it allows her to grab onto your ass and waist and squeeze u closer to u

it lowk highkey makes her go crazy when yall r doing doggy and she sees ur reflection in the mirror

yeah she can hear ur moans and see ur beauty from the back

but to be able to get a view of ur reaction thru the mirror too omg…

You hear the bathroom door open only to find Mizu, strapped on. Beforehand, you had just been making out post-shower and getting ready to go to bed. That was until someone (cough cough Mizu) started caressing your side and touching under your pajama top.

She gets close to you, her hands caressing your hips. Mizu faces you and places soft kisses on your lips, trailing down to your neck. Her lips make work towards the back of your neck as she flips you behind. You look into the mirror as you feel her hands tighten their grip on your hips.

Mizu meets your gaze, grinning at your stare.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ma be nice.”, she reassures, entering a finger into your dripping entrance.

“Fuck-“, you curse. You feel her middle finger gain pace, only to pull out mid-pleasure.

Before you can even complain, you feel her cock poke at your entrance. Its length now covered with your silky fluids. She slowly pushes into your cavern, gripping your hips tighter.

You moan into the mirror. You watch as your knuckles turn white, gripping tightly from the light pain. You check in the mirror to watch Mizu’s reaction. You feel her slowly inch closer inside you, stretching your insides.

A cry escapes your mouth. Her rhythm slowly starts, back and forth. Every inch deeper inside you was a signal of pleasure going straight to your pain.

As for Mizu, she was watching how good you were taking her cock. She sees it slowly enveloping it inside of you, getting coated with all your fluids. She fully thrusts all the way in to the hilt to hear another cry.

And you do cry in response. Right into the mirror. Your reaction perfectly laid out in front of the mirror for Mizu to witness.

“God, you’re taking it so well tonight.”, Mizu complimented, her pace quickening. She glances at the mirror again to see your reaction in the reflection: Your eyes glimmering, filled with pleasure. Your mouth is still swollen, cherry red, from making out earlier. Your cheeks also match the same shade, flushed from the stimulation. God, you looked beautiful.

You feel her enter you again, her hips meeting yours. Mizu’s hands tighten their grip, prepping herself.

You moan loudly as she continues to pound into you. You feel her length roughly enter you, filling you whole. Instinctively, you yelp into the mirror. You try to say something to Mizu. But with every thrust, you fail to form a complete sentence. Your attempt at communication left you mumbling.

Embarrassed, you put your head down against the bathroom countertop. The cold surface felt refreshing against your heated cheeks. However, that only lasted for a moment.

Mizu, still mesmerized by your lower half, checked on the reflection to find your face missing. Instead, it was hiding against the countertops. She slow down her thrusts to an agonizing pace.

“Y/N,”, she called. You respond to her call and looked up into the mirror. “Lemme see that pretty face of yours again.”

You bring your face up to the mirror and look at her through the reflection. She smiles contently and gives your back a kiss.

“Good girl.”

She returns to her original rhythm, fast and deep inside you. You could only moan and cry in front of the mirror, letting your reaction be shown by Mizu. Her cock began to graze the ceiling. Your moans grow louder in response.

As Mizu watches you crumble under her through the mirror, she shifts her hands to your cheeks. Her hands massage them softly and watch them ripple with every thrust inside of you. Mizu grabs both cheeks to spread them apart, gaining a better view of your dripping wet entrance.

“Ah, Mizu!”, you respond. She thrusts in again, hitting a deeper, sensitive angle.

Mizu heard you yell in response and coordinates with the angle. A part of her wishes she could truly feel you inside: to feel your insides squeeze her and envelop her with your juices, to fully feel you orgasm as she’s still inside you fucking you out.

She continues to pound into the same sensitive angle, grabbing onto the sides of your cheeks for some stability. You, on the other hand, feel a twist in your lower stomach start to form. The stimulation, the angle, the way she was grabbing you: it was all coming together.

Your back shoots up, arching up with every thrust. You could no longer hold back any noises and let yourself go. The bathroom walls echoed with your moans, along with the rhythmic slapping from Mizu’s thrusts.

“I’m- ah!”, you feel Mizu get closer to your back as her right hand starts to gently palm your clit, circling the outside perimeter.

“M’so close, Mizu- fuck!”, you say as you look into her gaze through the reflection: her breath heavy, her eyes so dark that the blue reflect like diamonds. Holy fuck.

Her fingers continue to circle your clit, rubbing st s faster pace. The knot tightens and tightens, until you feel her hit the deepest spot, barely touching your cervix. At that point, you let everything go: the knot, the counter, your tight grip on her cock.

You cry as your legs try to spread apart. Your hips attempt to ride out the orgasm, only to be helped by Mizu as her cock goes in and out. You moan out her name as she lets go of your lower half and starts peppering kisses up your spine. She gentle caresses your hips and slowly pulls out.

Liquid gold starts to seep out. Mizu watches as the strap on glimmer under the bathroom lights. You turn the face her, also mesmerized by its shimmer.

(idk if i covered this already but whatever)

modern!mizu’s ideal aftercare is washing up with hot cup of tea and in bed cuddling

rewinding and relaxing afterwards never felt so comforting until u came around

typically, she’ll let u choose the tea of the nicht

but if ur tired out, she can pick up and do the work for u

a few soft kisses here and there

as long as u feel comforted, shes at peace

#mizu bes #bes mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai #mizu headcanons #mizu x y/n #mizu x you #blue eye samurai mizu #blue eye samurai x reader #headcannons #modern mizu #mizu smut #mizu x reader smut #mizu x you smut #mizu come home the kids miss you #mizu pls ill take it so good #mmhmm pls mizu

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daniswoso · 5 months

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Short sight.

Leah Williamson x Reader.

Warnings: Angst, breakup, reader overthinking, reader breaks up with leah, online hate, overthinking, anxiety, self doubt.

Summary: In which you can’t see that you’re perfect for Leah like she says you are after a social media post gets negative attention.

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“Y/N, what the fuck are you on about?” Leah asked, incredulous. She couldn’t believe you were breaking up with her, she thought you were happy. She thought things between you were good! And better yet, she had allowed herself to actually fall in love again, to believe that she was allowed to be loved.

Well, that all went to shit, didn’t it?

“Leah, I’m sorry. I love you, you know I do. I just-“

“Just what, Y/N?!”

“I’m not right for you!” You finally snapped, tears streaming down your cheeks as you looked at her. She looked back at you as though she had been burned. It broke your heart more and more with every second longer you looked at the crease in her eyebrow deepen.

“Y/N, what? What do you mean ‘not right for you’?” She asked, her voice was softer than it was before, clearly she held some semblance of guilt for yelling.

“I’m sorry, Leah.” And with that you were out the door, your bag planted firmly on your shoulder.

She briefly considered chasing after you, but realised it was no use, you were already driving off in your BMW (A/N: im a bmw girl, sue me.) and leaving your relationship behind. But why?

She never did figure it out, not even a week later.

She had hardly left the house, much to chagrin of Katie and Beth who had been trying to make plans with her for the past 3 days. None of them knew, it’s not like Leah could tell them without there being a massive row, especially since Beth no matter how well she knew you from national teams, would always back Leah. And Katie… Well she bullied you enough on derby days, as you played for the blues of London, and Leah shuddered to think what she’d do to you if she actually had a valid reason to.

Meanwhile you weren’t much better off, having been crying in Sam Kerr’s lap for the past week. Which is where you still were now, Kristie rubbing your knee gently as you laid with your head in Sam’s lap.

“Sweetie, you never actually told us why you and Leah broke up.” Kristie pressed, tilting your head so you’d look at her. You sighed and sniffed, wiping your tears and lifting your head from Sam’s lap.

“There… We posted a picture. Of us at the beach. And it was a hard launch, I guess? She was kissing my cheek in it, all lovey dovey like.” You started, both of them silent showing support and patiently waiting for you to explain.

“And the comments were all just talking about how she could do better. I- I didn’t think much of it, y’know? Just thought it was another bellend on the internet, but then it was all the comments were filled with. I started to believe it.” You shrugged, picking at your nails, leaning forward. The two older women exchanged a worried look over your head.

“Y/N, Leah adored you. She wouldn’t have given you up for the world. And also she could never do better! You’re the best damn player on our team, minus me, and she’s lucky to ever have had you!” Sam insisted, her voice firm, but playful.

You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Maybe.”

Things with Leah were going much less smooth than they were going for you. She hadn’t left the house in days, skipping two training sessions in favour of wracking her brain desperately trying to find out what you meant.

Then it twigged. She found the post, scrolling through the comments.

“Oh, Y/N… You fucking idiot.” She breathed out, pressing her contacts list, finding your name and allowing her thumb to hover over the call button.

*******

A/N: Im evil, i know i know. BUT! p2? 👀

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edensxgarden · 7 months

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You said to send in some request, so hopefully tgey are still open 👹😍

Max after winning ten in a row and being determined to bring his girl to ten orgasam (is that how you spell it??? 🤷‍♀️) 👹👹👹

Lovi g the ones that you have written so far

Watching your incredibly talented and incredibly hot boyfriend absolutely dominate this year in f1 has brought more joy to your life than ever thought possible. Seeing him on the top of the podium week after week fills you with such pride it makes your heart ache.

As you watched the race from the paddock, you felt an unmistakable pit of nervousness sat stubbornly in your stomach. If he won this, he'd make f1 history, breaking the record for most wins in a row. And if he lost, you'd have to spend the next month comforting a very whiney and very angry Max Verstappen. No sweat though... right?

Your heart pounded against your chest and you could practically feel your pulse in your throat as your boyfriend crossed the finish line, winning the Italian grand prix and breaking Sebastian Vettel's record. As much as you'd never doubt his talent, watching this high stakes race made you feel as if you were the one driving over 200 mph. But despite the anxiety, you felt on top of the world as you congratulated your champagne covered boyfriend.

This was a few hours ago and now, he had you almost wishing his teammate ended up winning instead. The first orgasm he gave you was heaven, coaxing your pussy with his fingers until you were twitching in bliss. The second orgasm had you seeing stars, his thick fingers unrelenting in their attack on your cunt.

Now, you were on your fifth or sixth, maybe seventh orgasm (you couldn't even keep count anymore). Your legs were shaking around Max's head and his pretty face was covered in your slick. Your cunt ached with overstimulation and your eyes threatened to spill tears down your flushed cheeks. You were ready to pass out and Max hadn't even taken his pants off.

You whined the Dutchman's name pathetically, pleading to him with broken syllables which you desperately tried to tie into sentences. It was hard enough to think, let alone speak. Your skin was damp and searing and every soft caress of his rough fingers on your thighs caused your whole body to twitch.

You came once more with a loud, shakey scream and the salty tears that glassed over your foggy eyes were now rolling down your cheeks, spilling over as Max finally unlatched his skilled mouth from your cunt.

You tried to catch your breath, gasping for air that felt far too cold in your burning lungs. You closed your eyes, trying to stable yourself when you felt Max's soft lips press against your heated flesh, kissing away the tears sweetly.

He ran a finger through your tangled hair, whispering softly, "shhh schatje, it's ok, I'm here."

His words coaxed a weak laugh out of your mouth, finding it rather ironic considering he was the one who forced you into such a disheveled state.

Max retreated from you and you felt his heavy weight lift off the bed. You sunk deeper into the soft mattress, ready to relax after the delicious torture. But as you opened your eyes, your gaze settled on a very not finished Max in the process of removing his clothing and freeing his pulsing, drooling cock.

He resumed his place on the bed, hovering over you with a devious, lust filled look that forced your oversensitive thighs to squeeze together.

"I gave you 10 today, liefje. And now Im not stopping until you give me 10 too."

Fuck.

A/N: thank you so much!! I was so nervous to start writing but you all have made me feel so welcome <3

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solanal0ve · 5 months

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HOW THEY FUCK YOU ON NEW YEARS

ִ ★ Its new years and your getting fucked. {Toji, Choso and Gojo}

ִ★ contents: fem!reader, hair pulling, praise, edging, creampie, begging and some other stuff

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ TOJI FUSHIGURO

He will find anywhere and any place to bend you over. The couch, a table, a chair anywhere. He has been edging you for at least an hour. He’s pulling on your hair whispering naughty things in your ear while fucking you stupid. “Oh look at that.. the ball is about to drop” You look at the T.V and see the count down. “Come on baby count with us” Giving a hard slap to your ass making you a moaning mess while he pounds into your sweet cunt like the worlds about to end. He really wants you to count while he is fucking you non stop? “10.. 9..” He beings counting. “Oh fuck im gonna cum!” You practically yell. Your legs are aching in pain from the roughness of tojis fucking and you feel cross eyed. “Dont you fucking dare” He groans in your ear. “Count” you can’t believe it he actually wants you to count. The idea slowly dawns on you that he wont let you cum until you count and new years has passed. He knows you will do anything to cum. “5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1” You count. “Cum” It was almost in a whisper but your glad you heard it. Your orgasm rips though you sending a wave of pleasure through your body. “Happy new year baby”

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ CHOSO KAMO

He is leaving passionate kisses from you neck all the way down to your pussy. He already ate you out but he is just naturally a sweetheart and loves to kiss you body. “You ready?” The tip of his dick is pressing up against you entrance and theres 5 minutes until midnight where it will be a year new. You nod and watch as his dick slides into you pussy with ease. You moan from the feeling of being filled up with his dick and you already know this will be fun. He begins to thrust in and out of you like there is no tomorrow making your body ache but you didn’t mind you were just happy that you got to get fucked by him. Choso. 1 minute til midnight. “Oh yes.. Fuckkk choso” You moan feeling his dick slide in and out and always pounding into that spot that makes you want to lose your mind. “Just like that baby, moan my name for me” You hear him panting heavily and you pussy squeezes around his cock. 10.. 9.. 8.. “Lets cum on 1..ok?” He growls in you ear. You nod unable to say anything. 3..2..1 Fireworks pop outside and there beautiful but you don’t pay muck attention to that as you both release. You can feel his cum filling you to the brim, its warm and it feels really good. “Happy.. happy new years my love”

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ SATORU GOJO

Gojo had been edging and teasing you for at least an hour now. He would let you cum and then build you up for another release then take it away. It was like he was playing with you feeling and you didn’t like that very much. You were a sobbing begging mess he had now edged you 3 time in a row. “T-toru please.” There were tears running down you cheeks all you wanted to do was cum “Please what..? use your words.” You knew exactly what he was doing you both knew new years was another 2 minutes from now and he is gonna make you hold out until then. “Please let me cum toru please.” Your legs were aching and you body was sore but you still had 2 minutes. “Hmmm should i?” He asks himself slowly pulling out on ur dripping pussy “Nope” A grin spreads across his face and he pounds back into you pussy making you cry out with a mix of pain and pleasure. 30 seconds on the count down and you a moaning sobbing mess you want it to end but want him to keep going. “Your doing such a good job.. Just a little more baby” He groaned in you ear with you legs over his shoulders. 8.. 7.. “Come on baby just a little longer” You were at your breaking point but you cant hold it for a few more seconds right? 3.. 2.. 1.. Its new years. “cum for me baby” Using his tumb to rub your clit in small circles you release all over him and you body fell pimp. “Happy new year.”

NOTES . . . HAPPY NEW YEARS though im a little late because i’ve been busy i wanna say thank you for 80+ notes on my last post. I wanted to do sukuna but its 2am im sleepy n i have school tmr but i hope you all had a wonderful new years and love ya

#jjk smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #choso kamo #choso x reader #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #happy new year #headcanon #solanal0ve

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ediewentmissing · 1 year

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Look at this sexy fucking man! Please! For the love of all of the underwear this pic and your stories have helped ruin, I need a fic for this pic! The more dirty talk the better! Just mmmmmmm going to town on him and riding him and guiding his mouth to suck and bite and lick my tits like ahhhhhhhh. Please!!

IM SO SORRY THAT I MISSED THIS i took a break but now i’m back AND HOLY SHITTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAA 😍😍😍 i’ve been rlly busy lately and i’m probably not gonna write very often (sorry 😿) but i wanted to give u something, so i wrote this in approx 6 minutes lmao sub!eddie incoming

“Ah- Shit- Please,” The handcuffs rattle against the headboard as Eddie sucks in through his teeth. His jaw clenches and eyes roll back into his skull as you slowly lower yourself down on his stiff cock.

You’re not quite sure what he’s begging for. More? Less? Who cares.

“Yeah, be a good boy and fucking take it,” You ride back up his length, and back down. And again. And again. He whimpers pathetically, his top row of teeth clamping down on his bottom lip in a foolish attempt to shut himself up.

“Awh,” you coo, “Barely started yet and you’re already a mess. Filthy boy.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, trying his hardest not to burst so quickly. But you’re just so wet, and so tight, and you’re clenching around his cock so deliciously.

“Mmm, fu-uck-” His mouth is open, head tipped back giving you the perfect view of his neck.

“Yeah? You like me using you like this?” He nods, humming.

You still on his cock, and his head jolts upright to look at you with confused, pleading eyes.

“Answer me, Eddie.”

“I- I love it…” you begin to bounce on him at a steady pace, and he moans loudly, “Fuck! God- Fuckin’ Christ. Mmmm- I love you using me. So, so much- Ah, ah-”

“God, look at you, baby…” you smirk down at him. His pupils are fully blown, swallowing the caramel-coloured irises whole. Hot tears run down his rose cheeks, picking up sweat on their way down his face.

You bounce ever so slightly faster, and go in to kiss his neck, sucking and biting that sweet spot that makes him writhe.

“Wait, no, please look at me. Please. I wanna see you.”

You pull off of his throat and look directly into his lustful eyes. Sweaty, hair sticking to his face.

He moves his palms to your abdomen, running his fingers up your torso as he breathes heavily, chest rising and falling, until he reaches your tits.

“So pretty-y~,” he groans.

“Mm, go ahead. Touch ‘em, baby,” you nod, and he carefully trails his thumbs over your nipples, gently squeezing them.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, involuntarily rutting his hips up into you, moaning.

You lean forward, a non-verbal sign for him to take one in his mouth, and he immediately obliges.

He kisses over your tits, soft, wet clicking sounds being drowned out by his whimpers vibrating against your chest and the skin-slapping-skin noises as you continue to ride him. He drags his tongue over everything, sucking and gasping as his high is in sight.

He bucks his hips up again, this time hitting the special spot inside of you. You clench hard around him, angling yourself to that he can slide deeper inside your aching pussy.

He detaches his lips from your chest, “Fuck, f-fuck, fuck! Haah… I’m-m gonna cum-” he moans, looking at you.

Your climax comes hurtling towards you unexpectedly, and it your pussy grips onto Eddie’s throbbing cock, only fuelling the fire of his orgasm.

He finally releases, warm, thick cum pumping into you at he same time you fall over the edge.

Breathy ‘I love you’s fall from his wet, pink lips. And it was nothing short of the truth. He loved you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn smut

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megalony · 8 months

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Disgrace

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine requested by Anon, I hope you like it and this is what you were hoping for. Any feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: When the school calls and asks (Y/n) to collect Chris after a fall, she ends up having a row and calling Eddie at work to meet her in the emergency room.

Enjoy.

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With his shoes on his feet and his rucksack hooked on his shoulder, Eddie was five seconds from walking out the front door when a voice caught his attention and stopped him in his tracks. His hand let go of the door and he pushed it shut, smiling as he spun on his heels to face his son.

"Daddy,"

"What's up bud? Didn't I say goodbye to you five minutes ago?" His voice was soft and his head tilted to the side as he looked down at his boy but he could feel his smile slipping away.

Christopher wasn't smiling, he was stood far back in the hallway near the living room, clinging onto the wooden rail Eddie had drilled into the wall so he could easily move about the house without his crutches. He was still in his pyjamas even though Eddie was sure (Y/n) had told him to get ready just before he said goodbye to him.

He had kissed Chris and hugged him and told him what time he would be back from work tonight, their usual routine if Eddie wasn't the one dropping him off to school. Had he forgotten something?

"Mummy fell in the bathroom," Chris tilted his head to the left, looking up at the ceiling for a moment while he pointed behind him towards the bathroom.

It was his routine to brush his teeth and wash his face before he got dressed but before Chris could even get in the bathroom, his mum beat him to it and practically fell in there. And now she was being sick. Chris knew if she was sick he had to get his dad.

He watched his dad's upper lip curl in panic and his rucksack dropped to the floor next to the door.

"Fuck," Eddie muttered quietly under his breath, scraping his boots against the carpet as he dashed from the door past the living room towards the hallway. When he reached Chris, he patted his shoulder and turned him in the direction of his room. "Go get dressed for me, you can brush your teeth in a minute. No one wants to be late today," He kissed Chris's head to shush his distaste at changing his routine before Eddie moved over to the bathroom.

He was expecting to find his wife on the floor cradling her arm or her foot, he was expecting her to be hurt from catching her foot on something or tripping in a hurry to get in.

Eddie wasn't prepared to find (Y/n)'s legs curled beneath her awkwardly on the bath mat, her arms loosely draped over the toilet and her head practically hanging inside the toilet. Her upper body was slumped over like she had fainted but when Eddie heard her groan, he knew she was conscious.

"Mi amor, talk to me." He crouched down beside her, arching his knees out so he was curved around her with her between his thighs. He was careful when he pulled (Y/n) up so he could look at her but their eyes barely met before (Y/n) turned back down and hurled into the toilet. All she could throw up was the water she had tried to sip this morning, anything she ate last night had come back up with vengence already.

(Y/n) felt pitiful when she cried and gasped for breath, wiping her eyes on her arm but it didn't make her feel any better and she could feel more tears replacing them anyway.

She had prayed Eddie would have been out the door when she almost pushed their son out the way so she didn't throw up on the floor. (Y/n) didn't like Eddie seeing her like this, especially not when she was now going to make him late for work. It wasn't fair.

She could feel Eddie's lips pressing against her bare shoulder and his hands slowly rubbed up and down her arms. His hum and shushes vibrated against her skin and made her shiver and when Eddie pulled her back and let her flop against his chest, she tried to smile and look up at him. They both knew her smile did nothing to calm him down, he raised his brow as if asking if that was all she could manage.

"I-it's all out,"

"That's what I'm worried about, I can see last night's lasagne made a reappearance." Eddie sighed before he leaned his arm over to flush the toilet. He cared a lot that she had thrown up last night's tea because it meant she didn't have anything left in her system. She was five months pregnant and having morning sickness like she never had with Chris. Eddie could see his wife was going to be dehydrated and if food wasn't staying down she wouldn't have any nutrients or energy left.

"Go to work baby, I'll get a shower and-"

"Don't baby me, you're burning up. Go to bed, that's an order." When he pressed the back of his hand against her temple, he clicked his tongue. She was getting a temperature and thought buttering him up would make him ignore it.

"I have to take Chris to school," (Y/n) tilted her head back on Eddie's shoulder and reached a heavy hand up to cup his cheek. When he only stared down at her with that dark, infectious, if possessive look, (Y/n) could have melted on the spot if she didn't feel so icky and uneasy.

She found the strength to loop her arms around Eddie's neck and he took the hint, grabbing her hips to pull her up to unsteady feet.

"Go to bed, I'll get you a drink and drop Chris off on my way to work."

Something whined at the back of her throat and she dropped her head into the crook of his neck, bringing her hand up to brush his jaw while he kissed the top of her head and slowly guided her out of the bathroom. Deep down they both knew she was in no fit state to drive Chris to school, let alone walk about the house until her stomach had settled and she managed to get some sort of fluids into her system.

There was no way Eddie was about to leave when she was in this state, he would take Chris to school and ring to check up on her when he had the time. He wasn't happy about how unwell she was and he made a mental note to call the doctor tomorrow when he was off work.

When (Y/n) flopped to sit down on the bed, Eddie stood between her legs and cupped her face, tilting her head up so she could look up at him. His thumbs brushed over her cheeks and his wet lips smoothed against her burning temple.

"Rest, mi amor. And I want you to call me before lunch so I know you're alright, if you don't I'll come home and check on you."

He was being deadly serious and they both knew it, if (Y/n) couldn't ring him or answer the phone and let him know she was alright he would panic and end up stopping by on a call to make sure she was okay. He didn't want to leave her like this but it was far too little notice to call off his shift.

"I will,"

"Good, I need to know my girls are okay,"

He trailed one hand down (Y/n)'s neck and over her arm, feeling her shiver beneath his touch until his hand landed on her slightly rounded stomach. His thumb brushed across her stomach in a slight hope to feel some movement but it seemed she was asleep.

"Alright Chris, you better be dressed bud because you're coming with me this morning and we gotta go." Eddie jogged out of the bedroom and headed over to Chris's room, peering around the door to see him just slipping his glasses on, fully dressed. "That's my boy, go do your teeth while I make mummy a drink."

He glanced down at his watch, clicking his tongue, he had ten minutes before he had to be at work and this was going to be a half an hour job.

"What about breakfast?" Chris slipped his hands into his crutches and walked towards Eddie who grinned down at him.

"I fancy a Mcdonalds, what do you think?"

The widespread grin on Chris's face and the squeal he let out told Eddie he had come up with a good plan. There wasn't time for Chris's routine of scrambled eggs, toast and a homemade smoothie and Eddie knew if he tried ot make Chris eat in the car or have something different, he would panic and have a meltdown. But a Mcdonalds was always an exception, Chris would always change his routine for their pancakes and Eddie would let him get syrup all over the truck, he would deal with the mess tomorrow.

"Go clean those teeth and say bye to mummy then."

***

(Y/n) arched her back out and rested her forearms on the counter near her bottle of water that was now finally almost empty. Eddie would be pleased to know she had managed to eat a few biscuits and drink a bottle of water, none of which had come back up yet.

She had done as promised and called him around ten to say she felt a lot calmer and was up and about to try to eat. She could hear the relief in his voice and Chris had gotten to school fine, covered in golden syrup and laughing away about breakfast.

When the boys left, (Y/n) managed to lie in bed for an hour and her cold sweat wore off and when she didn't feel like she was burning up anymore, she tried to move. She sank into the bath for a while, changed into one of Eddie's button up shirts that she was starting to wear a lot recently, and tried to tidy up a little. The house wasn't as messy since it was during the week and Chris was burning up most of his energy at school and was burnt out when he came home.

It meant (Y/n) could have a resting day today and try to recouperate before she had to go and pick him up.

Looking around, (Y/n) debated whether or not to try and make something light to eat, maybe some toast to line her stomach so she could proudly tell Eddie she was alright.

A smile wormed its way onto her tired face when her phone vibrated on the counter. Was Eddie trying to make sure she ate lunch so he didn't have to come home and check on her? The smile slipped from her face and turned into a deep setting frown when she read the name. It was Chris's school.

"Hello?"

"Is that Mrs Diaz? I'm calling about Christopher,"

"Yes, is he alright?" (Y/n) could feel the dread setting in the pit of her stomach as her baby did a twist inside her. She could hear it in the woman's voice, something wasn't right with her son, something wasn't okay.

She had gotten this phone call too many times recently.

"He's had a minor fall outside during playtime and he was upset, we think it might be best if you come and take him home for the rest of the day."

"Oh God… tell him I'm on my way I won't be long I promise." (Y/n) rubbed her temple, forcing the tears back in her head as she felt her food creeping back up her throat.

"Thank you,"

With a grumble, (Y/n) hung up and threw the phone down on the counter, shouting a loud 'fuck!' as she did so. How had they let this happen again? Two weeks ago they had let him play on the climbing frame and surprise surprise, he fell and cut his knee open. Then they hadn't watched him another time outside either and he scraped his hands and twisted his ankle.

Christopher wasn't the best at walking, even when he was on his crutches he was fast but clumsy and he couldn't help it. If they didn't supervise him properly he could stumble or bump into people and he was always desperate to join in the fun with everyone else. He tried to join in what others were doing and no one stopped him.

It had to be bad if Chris wanted to come home, he was stuck on his routines and if they changed he got disgruntled and nervous. He didn't always want to come home early, he liked his classes.

(Y/n) stormed down the hallway and burst into the bedroom, looking around for something else to wear. She couldn't go collect Chris dressed like this.

Ripping off her/ Eddie's shirt since the curtains were closed, (Y/n) grabbed her bra and hooked it on before she pulled Eddie's shirt back on after a second thought. She didn't have time to look for a blouse or a dress or something more fitting, it would have to do. Her tight black trousers were the first ones she could find in the drawer but when (Y/n) tried to pull them over her stomach and tuck Eddie's shirt in, the zipper and buttons wouldn't do up.

"For God's sake!" She was in a rush now. She yanked the shirt out and pulled it down, thankful it covered her bum and crotch so no one would see her trousers couldn't do up.

She could feel tears welling up in her eyes when her head went dizzy and the water crept back up her throat.

After throwing up her last mouthful of water in the toilet, (Y/n) stumbled down the hall and threw her phone in her bag and grabbed her keys. She stuffed her feet into her flat shoes and headed out the door. She had to go and pick up her son.

It was almost a fifteen minute drive to the school and (Y/n) was tense the entire ride, keeping her hand pressed against her mouth whenever she thought she was going to throw up again. She had to keep it together, she had to drive and be well enough to look after Chris. If he wanted to come home he was going to surely have a meltdown at some point and he would be unsettled.

He would want and need a lot of comfort and loving, (Y/n) couldn't be sick when she had to look after her son. Chris always came first.

"I'm here to collect Christopher Diaz," (Y/n) blinked away the tears welling up from how lightheaded and uneasy she felt. She planted her hand down on the counter to prop herself up and tightened her other hand around her bag strap.

She didn't look her best, in one of Eddie's shirts with the sleeves awkwardly fumbled up past her elbows and her hair in a messy bun at the back of her head. And she was sure the receptionist could see she looked far less than her best or her usual self.

"Yes, he's just this way. If you'll follow me,"

(Y/n) followed the stout lady past reception, down the hall and into a quiet corridor with a few small meeting rooms and offices rather than classrooms. They never usually kept Chris waiting down here for her, he waited in his class or at reception for her.

Why had they brought him out here?

Something churned in her stomach and her heart jumped into her throat when the lady led her down to the medical office.

"Mummy!" The relief was clear in Chris's voice but so was the pain and the yearning and the fact that he had been crying for a while.

But when his mum saw him, a fire lit up in her eyes and her body went rigid. What had they done to her baby boy? Chris was sat slumped on the medical bed, his shaking hands itching up and down his legs, a habit he did when he was anxious and didn't know what to do with himself. His glasses were hanging round his neck, presumably since he had been crying.

What caught (Y/n)'s keen eye was the school nurse stood by the bed with a wet towel pressed against the right side of Chris's forehead just around his hairline. There were smudges of blood on his cheekbone, his neck, it was stained onto his school top and his right elbow was scraped and they hadn't even bothered to clean it up for him or even give him a plaster.

"What happened?" Her voice was stern and low and she dropped her bag to the floor and moved over to her son.

He curled his arms around her waist, buried his face into her chest and whimpered quietly. He held her so tightly that he made her shake too. (Y/n) gently took the towel away from his head but Chris felt her sharp intake of breath when she looked down at his head.

He had a deep gash down his forehead that extended up two inches into his hair that was wet so it could be patted down and parted to see the damage. Why didn't they tell her how bad this was? Why had they given him a limp paper towel when this was clearly going to need stitches? How incompetent was this place?

"He was playing with some other children at recess and he fell, he hit his head quite hard on the cement lip separating the field and the playground."

"Quite hard?" (Y/n) repeated, turning to the receptionist and blinking in utter disbelief.

"I'm sorry?"

"He hit his head 'quite hard'? Are you fucking blind, he needs stitches!" (Y/n) couldn't control the shaking that set in her bones or the way the baby started to do summersaults in her abdomen and made her feel sick. Even Chris whimpered and burrowed deeper into her chest, nuzzling his nose against her bump.

"Mrs Diaz, please calm down… we know Christopher is unsteady on his feet but-"

"No, don't you dare tell me to calm down you incompetent woman. I was told he had a minor fall, I wasn't informed my son had cracked his head open and needed stitches. And what do you call this limp disgrace?!"

Moving her hand, (Y/n) grabbed the paper towel that was soaked with blood and water. How on Earth did they think that would help Chris? A wet towel wasn't going to take away the pain, it wasn't going to stem the bleeding or keep the skin pressed together. It was going to inflame his headache.

The receptionist gasped and took a step back when (Y/n) threw the useless paper towel towards her and watched it drop to the floor.

"A paper towel? No gauze, no antiseptic to clean the wound-"

"Mrs Diaz this is unacceptable-"

"Yes it is! My husband came down here a week ago and told you specifically that Chris needs to be watched and helped and what have you done? Do not expect him back here again. Expect a complaint to the school board. I'm taking my son to A&E."

(Y/n) could feel her nails piercing through the palms of her hands when she unravelled Chris from her stomach so she could grab her bag.

This was disgusting. They had been told hundreds of times that Chris needed supervision, that he didn't always understand that he could hurt himself when he tried to play with the other kids. Chris didn't have danger awareness and he didn't like asking for help unless it was from family.

They hadn't been watching him and he had hurt himself, badly. And they didn't even try to help patch him up at all. Now on top of being ill and having to collect Chris early which was going to disrupt his routine, (Y/n) was going to spend the afternoon down in A&E to get him patched up. It was lucky she would soon be seeing a doctor because (Y/n) could feel her own blood pressure rising through the roof right now.

"Mummy?"

"Come here baby, we're leaving now."

She grabbed his backpack and put it on her other shoulder before she wound her arms around Chris's waist and picked him up. There was no way he was walking out of here in this state, she would carry her baby boy to the car and try to comfort him after this idiotic parade.

Her back started to strain when she straightened up with the bags on her shoulders, the baby weighing down on her abdomen and now Chris perched high on her hip, but she didn't care. Her son curled his legs around her waist, whimpered into her neck and bound his arms as tight around her as possible like he was afraid something bad would happen if she let him go.

She grabbed his crutches with her free hand and had it in mind to hit the receptionist with them on the way out but she refrained. She walked out of the room with her eyes anywhere but at the two snotty women who would be reported as soon as (Y/n) got home tonight.

(Y/n) pressed her lips against Chris's curls when she walked out of the reception as slowly as she could so she didn't drop him or any of their things.

It was usually Eddie who carried Chris, he had told Chris now that (Y/n) was pregnant she was already carrying a baby around with her and therefore couldn't carry him as well, but that didn't matter right now. Eddie wasn't here to scold her and their son needed as much comfort as he could get.

"I'm sorry mummy."

"What for, baby?"

"Stain shirt now, a-and I fell… wanted to go home." He pulled his head back enough to look at (Y/n) but his frown softened when she kissed his nose, and then his cheek twice.

"You don't have to be sorry, for anything. It isn't your fault you fell over, but we do have to go to hospital to get it checked out, okay?"

"Okay,"

When she finally reached the car, (Y/n) dropped her bag and the crutches and juggled the keys so she could strap Chris in his car seat in the back. She didn't have time to mess about and move his seat up front, they had to go.

When he was strapped in, (Y/n) looked around the car and then in her bag but all she had was a pack of wipes which wasn't going to do much good. she kneeled in the footwell and leaned over him to gently clean his elbow before she dared to touch his head. He cried out and curled back in the seat, biting his thumb as he frowned and started to cry even as she kissed his head and gently shushed him.

"I know baby, I'm sorry. Try and keep this on it until we get there," (Y/n) handed him a clean wipe but she knew he wasn't going to press it to his head, he was going to fiddle with it for something to occupy himself until they got there.

(Y/n) hastily dumped everything in the car and got in, clipping her phone into the holder and pressing Eddie's icon. She prayed he would answer, he said he would try if she called because she hadn't been well today.

"Mi amor, how do you feel? Have you managed to eat anything?"

"Eddie baby, we have a problem," (Y/n) turned on the radio for Chris so he wouldn't pay attention to what she and Eddie were about to talk about.

"What's wrong, are you okay?" The panic was clear in Eddie's voice and (Y/n) hated worrying him at work, she didn't know if he was just about to go out on a call or if he was coming back from one. She wasn't sure what he was doing or if he was meant to be answering the phone right now but she had to talk to him.

"It's not me, I've just picked Chris up from school… baby I gotta take him to A&E, I don't wanna ask but c-could you meet us there? Would Bobby be okay with that?"

"What happened?!"

"They weren't watching him and he fell, he's cracked his bloody head it needs stitches. And that bloody reception woman… she didn't tell me that, she just asked me to come pick him up. We can't keep doing this if it was any worse-"

"Mi amor calm down, you've already picked him up? You're not well, you shouldn't even be going out, fuck! I'll meet you at the hospital in ten minutes and you can explain it all to me there, okay? But don't worry, he's not going back to that place again."

Eddie racked his fingers through his hair but he couldn't stop himself from colliding the heel of his boot out against the locker in front of him, earning a large dent in the metal.

He shouldn't be getting a phone call from his wife saying she was ill but had to go and take their son to the hospital. When Chris was at school he was their responsibility and that meant they should look after him and watch him closely and attend to him if he hurt himself.

They didn't get to call the parents and admit they didn't do their job and didn't want the hassle of helping Chris when he was hurt. He didn't go to school to be left unattended and wind up getting hurt.

If Eddie left now he would get to the hospital either just before or right after (Y/n) did, depending on how far from the school she was. He knew Bobby wouldn't bat an eyelid at him going when he explained why. Bobby was good like that, he understood family matters, he wasn't annoyed when Eddie came in late this morning. He knew Eddie would always pick up an additional shift or stay late to make up his hours if needed.

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) tilted her head down until she could nuzzle her face into Chris's shoulder. She continued to slowly shift their weight from foot to foot, leaning and swaying left to right to try and keep him calm and settled but she could feel him starting to panic.

He had his arms loosely draped around her neck and she could feel his jaw clicking against her shoulder as he mumbled a few quiet noises every now and then.

When she went to the reception desk in the emergency room, (Y/n) had told them Chris had CP and autism and therefore wouldn't be okay waiting. She had moved to stand near the entrance doors out the way of everyone else who was sat muttering, crying and demanding to be seen. There were too many sensory overloads here for her to sit with Chris on her lap. He would have a meltdown.

Whereas if she stood in the corner and rocked him in her arms, despite the growing ache in her back and stomach, it kept him calm.

The receptionist had been very understanding and she could see it wouldn't help to wait when Chris had gone over an hour with his gash that hadn't been treated or cleaned yet. They wouldn't make him wait long.

"Daddy," Chris's voice was tired and strained but he smiled when his dad came into his sight.

Relief swarmed through Eddie like a wildfire when he ran through the main entrance and his eyes instantly set on his family. He bolted over to them, breathless and panting with his arms stretched out just as (Y/n) turned around to see him.

He curled his arms around them both, one arm tight around (Y/n)'s waist and the other wrapped around Chris and he pulled them both into his chest. As if trying to stuff them into his heart and keep the safe. His lips pressed longingly to (Y/n)'s forehead and he could feel her shaky breaths fan against his neck.

When he was sure his heart had calmed down and the panic started to dwindle, Eddie pulled back and moved to cup Chris's face in his hands so he could assess the damage. His lip curled up in distaste and his eyes narrowed, filling with sorrow at the state of his son's head.

"Oh buddy, that's bad," Eddie kissed his head, feeling his curls brushing against nose. "What were you doing?" There was no blame or anger in his voice at all, only sympathy and concern.

"Playing on field, it hurts daddy." Chris leaned his face into Eddie's touch, trying to fight off another wave of tears. One moment he was trying to run with Adam and Leo on the field and the next thing he knew, he was screaming on the floor with blood trickling down the side of his face. He didn't even feel the pain in the graze on his elbow, all he could feel was the splitting headache burning behind his eyes and across his temple.

"Christopher Diaz?"

"Here we go look, you'll be patched up in no time. Come here,"

(Y/n) adjusted Chris in her arms so Eddie could carefully pick him up and carry him instead and as soon as he was out of her arms, she had to click her back into place. Chris instantly nuzzled himself into Eddie who curled his free arm around (Y/n) and guided them down the hall towards the doctor calling their name.

When they got in the small treatment room, Eddie sat down on the end of the bed in the centre of the room. He perched Christopher on his lap and kept his arms around his waist while (Y/n) pulled up a chair and sat next to them. She rested her arms on Eddie's thigh and rubbed her hand up and down Chris's arm. They both knew this wasn't going to go down well.

"I'm Doctor Abbot, can you tell me what happened?" She looked down at Chris with a kind smile but he didn't pay attention.

He wasn't in a talking mood anymore, he was starting to shut down because he knew what was going to happen and he knew however she helped his head, it was going to hurt. He wrapped his arms around Eddie's middle and pressed the left side of his face into his dad's chest, basking in the warmth as he closed his eyes tight.

"He fell in the playground, the school didn't clean it very well and I tried but I couldn't do much,"

"Okay, I'm going to take a quick look,"

She pulled up a stool and sat down in front of them. Her movements were slow and gentle as she carefully tilted Chris's head down so she could look at the gash. Her fingers parted his curls and when she pressed the pad of her finger down in various places, Chris hissed and jolted.

"Is your vision blurred? Can you see alright?"

"I can see," He whispered in a soft voice, pushing back into Eddie suddenly when the doctor flashed a light across his eyes to check his pupils.

"That's good, I need to clean your head, then I can see how best to fix it."

"You're doing so good baby," (Y/n) encouraged and took Chris's hand so she could kiss it and hold it close to her chest. She smoothed her thumb across the back of his hand as her other hand gripped Eddie's leg.

They both watched intently as the doctor pulled over a tray and got a pair of tweezers. She dunked some gauze into a bowl of antiseptic and using the tweezers, very carefully dabbed it across the wound. They had to be sure there was no dirt or grit in the cut and prevent any infection before they closed it up.

Chris pinched Eddie's back and dug his nails in every time the cloth dabbed at his head. His nose twitched and his face tensed and tightened until he cried out and squeezed Eddie so tight he coughed breathlessly.

"Alright, it's okay, shh." Eddie rubbed his hand up and down Chris's arm but his eyes focused on the cut. It wasn't deep enough to see any muscle or his skull but it was more than just a graze or a little slit. And when the doctor dripped some saline over the cut to thoroughly cleanse it, Chris screamed.

"That's the worst part done, Chris, you're being a brave patient today." Doctor Abbot got some clean gauze to wipe away the saline and dried patches of blood before her attention moved to the couple.

"I think it would be best to glue the wound rather than stitch it. I can give him a small pain relief, he's not allergic to anything?" She danced her eyes across his notes before she looked back at them for confirmation.

"If that's what's best, he's not allergic to any meds."

"I need someone to push the skin together tight so I can apply the glue… am I right in assuming he wouldn't let a nurse do that?"

A silent exchange passed between Eddie and (Y/n) before they both shook their heads. Chris was perfectly fine talking to strangers and getting to know new people, he enjoyed conversing and playing. But this was different, if someone strange walked in and hurt him to try and help him, he would have a meltdown. It wouldn't help him trust people in the future and it would frighten him.

"Are you okay holding his head?" She looked at (Y/n) who nodded; she was going to have to be okay doing that because Eddie was going to need to hold him down. "I'll go get it set up,"

Eddie gently shifted Chris round so his back was tucked up against Eddie's chest, making it easier for the doctor when she came back in. The more Chris tried to tuck into his dad's chest, the less likely he would be to cooperate and get his head seen to. He was upset, tired and in pain and he wanted to go home. He didn't want to be here.

"Baby, you have to stay still now, it won't take long and you're going to get some medicine to make you feel better," (Y/n) kissed his hand and gently moved his arm so it was laid out on her lap when the doctor came back in with a trolley.

A silent look between Doctor Abbot and (Y/n) made it clear telling Chris about the needle wasn't going to be a good idea. So (Y/n) smoothed her hand up and down his arm and blocked his view so the doctor could easily and effectively push the needle into the back of his hand and give him a dose of pain relief.

By the time he cried out and started to twinge and pull back, it was all done.

"Good lad, that wasn't bad, was it?" Leaning down, Eddie kissed the back of his head and gently jostled him up and down on his knees. He kept his arms bound around Chris's waist, saying nothing when Chris gripped his forearms tight in anticipation of what was about to happen.

"Chris, I'm going to show your mum how to hold your head, then when I've put the magic glue on, everything will be done."

"Don't want to,"

"I know bud, but you need to be brave for us. I've got you,"

Chris snapped his eyes closed and braced back into Eddie's chest, starting to tremble at the prospect of what they were about to do. He tensed so hard he started to shake so Eddie held him a bit tighter and started to repeat one of his favourite stories that Eddie now knew off by heart. He had to distract him somehow.

"Okay, fingertips pushed against the skin like this, stay very still and tight."

With a deep breath, (Y/n) stood up and loosened her fingers before she tried to copy the doctor. She pressed the end of her fingers against either side of the cut and pushed them together. Wincing when she heard Chris cry out beneath her. The skin had to be close and held for a while so the glue could set and bind them together.

It looked like craft paste that came out of the tube and slicked up and down the cut like cement precisely and carefully being poured into a crack in the floor. The sight made (Y/n)'s stomach churn and she wanted to be sick but she braced her hands and tensed her arms to stay absolutely still.

It was hard when Chris started to scream.

His nails punctured into Eddie's arms and created long, bloodied scratches. He started to push his back into Eddie's chest, bashing back and forth, desperate to get out of his hold and make the pain go away. Eddie's calming voice and (Y/n)'s quiet pleas did nothing to calm him down, all he could do was sob and scream for them to stop.

When he started to swing his legs and kicked (Y/n) in the thigh, she bit down into her lip and hobbled to stand just behind Eddie's shoulder. Her stomach pressed into his bicep and shoulder to stay out of the firing line and she tried to keep hold of his head, the glue still needed to set.

"Shh, buddy it's all over, you've done it. Shh."

Eddie kept his right arm pressed tight into Chris's lower chest to pin him back into his chest and he moved his left hand to cup Chris's cheek. He leaned over his shoulder and kissed his cheek, pressing kiss after wet kiss to his skin to try and soothe him and give him the comfort he needed to calm down.

"That's it, good boy. You've done so well."

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pairing: percy jackson x demeter!fem!reader

warnings: swearing + minor violence (punches basically)

a/n: i wanted to write some percy jackson enemies to lovers (sorta) so here we are!! i don't know how i feel about this one but enjoy! (also im changing the layout of my fics - in case you couldn't already tell :))

look.

when percy showed up for sword training this morning, the last thing he was expecting was to be paired with you.

i mean hey! at least he could take his anger out on you and nobody would notice or care for that matter - well y'know... except you.

being thrown on you ass for the fifteenth time in a row really wasn't on your agenda for today. and you'd had enough.

"goddamnit jackson!" you yell when you get up again. "what the hell is wrong with you?"

"right back at you y/l/n!" percy hisses.

seething you narrow your eyes at him. "i swear to fucking god, i'm going to kick your ass."

"right, cause you seem to be doing really well at that."

you launch at percy. why? why is he like this? why is he popular and nice to everybody but you? why?? why is he infuriatingly handsome? from his soft looking hair, to his blue-green eyes- wait, what?

where'd that come from?

you're supposed to be angry at him.

your fist connects with percy's jaw and he stumbles back in shock. his eyes land on you in a deadly promise as he flys at you himself.

"you're honestly so annoying, i don't know how i put up with you," he sends a punch to your face and your head snaps back, your eyes filling with tears. fucking hell.

arms wrap around you then, pulling you back from attacking percy more. you swing your arm back accidentally knocking the person in the face causing them to cry out. "oh shit! im so sorry!" you exclaim turning around to comfort annabeth.

"fuck annabeth, im so sorry."

you're a child of demeter, the most violent thoughts you've had all week is how you accidentally made a strawberry explode. you shouldn't be thinking about how the next time percy comes near you, you're going to strangle him with the nearest vine. no, scratch that you're going to strangle him reguardless.

you crouch down next to annabeth worry in you eyes, "are you okay?"

annabeth nods and takes your hand when you offer to help her up. "i'm fine, but you two," she says waving a hand between percy - whose still pissed by the way - and you. "need to sort out whatever shit you're fighting over."

percy looks over at you a scowl etched on his face and his arm still captured by luke. "yeah fine whatever." he throws his sword down on the ground before stalking away growling about how everything's going to shit.

"what is with him today?" luke asks walking over and picking up percy's sword.

"i don't know!" you huff exasperated. "he's been like this all morning. i was the one on the receiving end of it!"

"well i'm like ninety percent sure punching him wasn't the best way to go about that," luke says still watching percy walk away.

"well you try being kicked on your ass fifteen times in a row," you snap shoving past grover. a little part of you is sorry for how you're treating them but honestly you're so sick of the way percy treats you.

the way he's kind and caring to everyone else but you. the way he always calls you names and groans whenever you're paired up. the way he rolls his eyes whenever you talk never bothering to listen.

it pisses you off how he's attentive to other campers, how he has the prettiest smile and looks amazing in that navy shir- woah woah woah what?

nope, you're not even going to think about that. about the crush you've had on him ever since he arrived at camp. you two had gotten along for the first few days and then, boom, he's hated you ever since.

you dont even know what you did to make him suddenly hate you. but deep down, you've always had a feeling that maybe he knows about your feelings - though you've never, ever, said anything about them - and they repulse him. so to cover that up you've gone right ahead and hated him - for the most part - back.

you slam the door shut of your cabin and flop onto your bed groaning loudly into your pillow. mostly out of annoyance a little out of actual pain. you slowly start to drift off then only realising you've fallen asleep when your sibling gently shakes you awake.

"y/n? its dinner time."

you groan softly and thank the girl for waking you before making your way to the mess hall laughing at the jokes your siblings are making, and feeling much calmer - and not violent.

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there are perks to living in a cabin all by yourself. percy found this out a few weeks after tyson had left - yes he misses tyson - but having a cabin to freely scream into a pillow, was pretty neat as well.

gods percy hated y/n sometimes.

she was the most annoying, know-it-all, shrill, person ever. like seriously how is she so talented at annoying him? its like a god given gift.

whipping his pillow back onto his bed percy sinks down onto the mattress feeling it dip with his weight. he hated how he reacted earlier.

did he seriously fucking punch you? did he actually punch a girl? anybody's mom would be disappointed in them if they found out their son punched a girl, but sally jackson? you'd have to come up with a whole new word for what she'd feel.

gods he was stupid.

he fucking punched a girl.

even worse he punched y/n.

the first thing he did then was pick up a discarded drachma and send an iris message to his mom.

when sally turned around to see percy, her face changed instantly from excited to be getting a call to worry.

"percy? whats wrong?"

"i fucked up mom."

"language," his mom scolded. "but how did you mess up?"

percy hesitated not wanting to tell his mom that he hit a girl. "i hurt y/n."

"y/n?" sally's eyes flash with surprise. over the years she'd heard of the infamous y/n. percy would always complain about her, or just talk about her. but no matter the time he'd always bring her up in a conversation - i mean sure most of the time he was whining about how she'd pissed him off, but he'd still talk about her.

"yeah, i- i don't know what to do."

sally's eyes soften, when she sees the way percy is distressed. "you could apologise?"

percy looks down and runs his hands through his hair. "i don't think she'd believe me, mom."

"it's always better to try, i'm sure even though she might not show it, y/n would appreciate it." she purses her lips trying to hide a smile as she thought of what to say next. "besides i thought we didn't like y/n."

percy's head snaps up and he shrugs. "we don't... not like her," he starts. "we- i- i just hated the way she fit into camp, when i first came here. she was like their perfect camper, she even went to the lenghts of being nice to me! but i just, ugh." percy sighs. "it was always so hard for me to see her being so comfortable with everyone, she's only been at camp for like three weeks more than me and she was already practically ruling the place!"

he stands up starting to pace the room as sally sits patiently listening to him. "and then i iced her out and started treating her like shit - i know, sorry about the swearing - and she started acting the same way towards me so there was no way i could just- uh." he runs his hands through his hair for like the millionth time. "i just messed up. and now whenever i talk to her i can practically feel her dislike towards me."

sally is quiet for a moment and when she does finally speak, she says something that percy didn't expect. "do you like her?"

"i- what?" his bewildered expression facing sally.

"do you like y/n?"

a frown crease percy's forehead, and just as he's about to answer the door to his cabin swings open and annabeth and luke storm inside.

"i'll leave you guys to it! love you percy, talk soon," sally smiles from behind percy and the iris message dissolves.

"you need to go apologise to y/n right now," annabeth huffs.

"hey! she hit me first!" percy defends.

"yes i know, luke and i have just given her this exact talk. so listen percy jackson, you, are going to grow a pair of balls and talk to y/n. no fucking name calling or bickering, just plain talking. and if you don't, i'm going to sneak in here in the middle of the night and cut your dick off."

luke clears his throat and places a hand on annabeth's shoulder pulling her back. "okay... annabeth, take a chill pill." he turns back to you. "but seriously jackson, annabeths right - minus the dick cutting and shit - talk to the girl."

sighing percy just looks up not bothering to even fight anymore.

"i'll take that dejected sigh as a hell yeah," annabeth smiles. "y/n will be waiting for you at the end of the dock after dinner - which by the way is right now."

without even giving him the chance to object annabeth - and luke, i guess - usher percy out of the cabin and to the mess hall, snickering behind him about how he's secretly in love with y/n.

which....

'do you like y/n?' his mom's question flits into his mind.

does he?

maybe on some level he's had a crush on her since he came to camp.

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the water lapped at the edge of the dock posts.

you had been sitting here for five minutes - as per a very huffy and flustered annabeth's request - why you're sitting here? you actually don't know.

the moonlight shines down on the earth and you smile at the serenity of the moment. footsteps sound from behind you and you don't bother looking back - thinking its just annabeth coming to tell you why she wants you to wait here.

but the second his scent hits you, you tense up, his body radiating heat when he sits down next to you.

"hi."

you turn to face him. "hey." you're both quiet for a moment. "annabeth set you up too?"

percy nods and chuckles, "gotta love when she meddles."

you shoot him a look. "when annabeth meddles, you know things are either going horribly wrong or horribly wrong."

percy laughs and you can't help but smile at how simple the moment is and that you're not arguing.

"i'm sorry."

"i'm so sorry."

you both freeze at your double apology and look at one another. a new tension settling over the both of you. not the fierce type when you're both angry at the other, but a new type, a gentler one.

resting your hand on the dock you look out to the water, tensing up when you feel a warm hand cover your own.

your buried feelings rise very close to the surface and you curiously look over to percy, to find him earnestly looking at you.

"y/n... im so fucking sorry about earlier."

"hey its not entirely your fault," you offer. "i mean i punched you first."

"no, thats not it, i mean yeah, i'm very sorry about this morning, but i'm also sorry for the last like four years. i treated you ike dog shit and i have no excuse for it."

your soft eyes nearly send percy over the edge of the dock. he was finally doing this, he was finally going to tell you the truth.

"when you came to camp a few weeks ahead of me, i was jealous at how fast you had managed to fit in, how quick everyone seemed to accept you. it made me angry and i started to resent you," you suck in a breath at percy's explanation. "i resented you for like three weeks tops, by the way, and when you started to treat me the same way i thought you hated me too. by the time i had found my place in camp and had finally started to relax, it was too late for me to just stop suddenly acting shit towards you." percy rushes out. "so i kept treating you that way, i called you names and started fights with you because having any of your focus on me - even if it was bad - was worth it. i hated you because you were practically perfect and i could see it in every way. i hated you most of all because i didn't hate you at all."

the air is sucked out from between you.

"w-what?" you whisper. "you don't hate me?"

"no."

"i don't hate you either!" you rush out suddenly needing him to know. you're like two seconds off floating off the earth, the warmth of his hand practically grounding you to the dock.

percy's heart swells, "you don't?" his voice is whisper soft.

"no."

percy seizing his chance, slides closer to you angling his head towards your in question as he stares at your mouth.

you catching on quickly, nodding to him, grinning internally at how this moment - one you've dreamed of for years is finally about to happen.

he presses a soft kiss to your mouth, his hands shooting to the sides of your face holding you as if you're the worlds most precious gem. fireworks explode low in your stomach as if to remind you that you're kissing percy jackson, you're kissing percy jackson!!

your hand makes its way to the back of his neck holding him there and pulling him impeccably closer. your heart rockets when you pull back for air and percy makes a whining noise.

you shuffle closer to him then, basking in his warmth. only now just noticing the small vines and flowers that have twisted their way onto the dock and curled around your ankles.

grinning percy turns back to you running a hand on the back of your head and pulling you back for another kiss.

somewhere in the back ground you can hear annabeth victory cheering and laughing with luke but you don't care. at this point nothing could tear you away from the boy who's kissing you, who's holding you with such reverence you'd think he was holding a priceless artifact.

a/n: lol sorry this was so long (un-edited btw!! i stayed up wayyyy too late to even think about editing this lol)

#percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson fic #fanfic #fanfiction #percy jackson #emma writes ₊˚⊹⋆

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I Don’t Just Like You - Trevor Zegras x Hughes!Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, tension/fighting, jealousy, Dixie lmao

Words: 2161

Summary: Tension builds with Trevor over his new partnership until the two of you confess your feelings.

A/n: Y'all I am so not doing well rn. I am processing a break up and questioning my social circle and im so lonely that I needed to write some angst to cope with it all. Hope yall like this one and maybe it'll get a smut part two depending on whether or not I can handle writing that rn lol. Enjoy!

Moose: call me ASAP

Me: sorry Luke. can’t rn

Moose: Awesome 😎

My hands quake with anxiety as I fiddle with the tarnished silver ring adorning my pointer finger. The moisture of my skin eases the movement of turning the ring around my finger. I hiss when the gemstone catches on the skin of my middle finger and immediately drop my hands.

Currently, I’m staring down at the risky text I just sent Trevor. About an hour ago he had messaged me:

Trev: hey sorry can’t swing tn after all

Trev: rain check?

My jaw tightens with contempt and I huff out a sigh as my bottom lip trembles. I feel pathetic for just how impacted I am by his every word. I angrily hit the digital keys of my phone’s keyboard as I type my reply.

Me: really?

Me: again??

Trev: don’t be like that

I’m not the most confrontational person. On any given day some might say I’m the furthest thing from confrontational. To put it rather plainly, I just don’t like it. I hate the way I get anxiety butterflies in my stomach. I hate absorbing the emotions of the other person, especially when rejection is involved. I hate what projections I’m opening myself up to receiving from the other person. There are too many pitfalls and not enough landing pads. Which is why it’s so out of character for me to press him on this.

Me: like what Trev?

This is the third time in a row Trevor has cancelled plans on me. I don’t know if he’s aware of that. I don’t even know what he’s been up to lately. He’s refused to tell me what he’s been doing instead, which didn’t raise my suspicions by any means until mom sent me an article. She knows about how my crush on Trevor has had roots in our childhoods.

Trev: you know what I’m talking about

After I stopped playing hockey with my brothers, I was still always around to notice Trevor’s presence in our home. When I moved to California for college, I wanted to chase my music dreams but I didn’t realize it would come at the expense of my support system. Being long distance with my family put me in a hard spot, but having a familiar face to rely on made the adjustment easier. As we spent more time together independent of my brothers, Trevor and I became close friends. The problem was my crush has been growing ever since we became friends, hence why mom sent me an article called, “Did Dixie D’Amelio admit to dating Trevor Zegras?”.

Me: at least say it with your chest

Sent. Delivered. I wait. Trevor’s response bubble appears for a second. It disappears, then reappears, then disappears again. I’m about ready to toss my phone across the room when his message delivers.

Trev: call me

I groan out in frustration and this time actually end up chucking my phone onto my bed. I run my hands through my hair, along the warm expanse of my scalp. A self-soothing gesture by all means. I pace to one side of my room before using the momentum of my steps to start back towards my phone. Just as I have it in my hand, Trevor’s contact picture covers the screen and illuminates in my grasp. I scoff out a sort of half groan and then answer.

“What, Trevor?”

“Hey, Y/n I’m great. Thanks for asking! How are you?” He responds sardonically to my cold greeting. I bite my tongue, torn between tearing into him and the stronger desire to laugh through my rage. He takes my exhale as a cue to continue. “What’s going on, Hughesy?”

In a single moment, my anger dissolves. The tenderness of that nickname, which was once reserved solely for my brothers, now belongs to me. In this moment, I find myself thinking about how grateful I am that Trevor was there for me as I transitioned into college. But the looming threat of a smile quickly vanishes as I remember how that care is nullified by Trevor’s abundantly active dating life.

“Y/nnnn?” Trevor hums into the phone.

“What?” I respond dryly.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is you cancelling on me for the third time in a row.”

“Is it really the third time in a row?” He asks under his breath, indicating he may not have intended to say it out loud at all. I roll my eyes, still actively fighting the urge to just lay into him.

“Yes, Trevor, it is!” I can practically hear him wince through the phone at the fact that I’m calling him Trevor instead of the default nickname permanently programmed into my phone.

“Who’s that?” I hear softly over the phone. My heart flutters like a coal mine parakeet in a cage and I bite my lip, willing myself not to cry if it turns out Dixie is on the other side. Trevor whispers back,

“It’s Y/n.”

“Hey, Y/n!” Mason’s on the other end.

“Not a good time,” Trevor tells him. Mason curses and then apologizes before retreating from Trevor’s general area. “Sorry, you were saying?” Trevor tells me at regular volume.

“You were cancelling on me again.”

“Oh. Right. I…” he switches the phone to the other ear, “I…don’t know what you want me to say.” Hello?! Could he be any more oblivious?!

“I want you to tell me what is going on!” I whine into the phone, “What is it you’re so busy with doing that you can’t see me for a week, huh? I get that you’re a professional athlete and you have a busy schedule. But I know your schedule and I know you still have a decent amount of free time. So what have you been doing?” Trevor breathes, in, then out and says,

“I’ve been seeing someone lately…” I feel my heart shatter into the tiniest fractals of what it once was and I cover my mouth to choke back the growing lump in my throat.

“I can’t do this right now,” I say with the utmost hurt lacing my voice, pulling the phone away from my ear to abruptly hang up on Trevor. I toss my phone on my bed once more, ignoring how the screen lights up with Trevor’s contact picture. It’s a new breed of psychological torture to sit here and ignore the calls, so I leave my phone in my bedroom as I go to splash cold water on my face.

When I reenter my bedroom, I ignore the buzzing device to put on a comfortable pair of pajamas. He’s called once, twice, a fourth, and a fifth before finally giving up. Despite my phone being silent, I don’t trust it enough to take it with me and leave it to charge on my bed. I settle on the couch to open my new pint of Ben and Jerry’s, putting on my favorite show in the hopes of laughing through the pain.

Somewhere between first and second episode, I had dozed off after returning the ice cream to the freezer. I’m not sure what it is about crying that knocks me on my ass like that, all I know is that it works.

I’m abruptly pulled from my sleep when I hear the harsh banging on my front door. I jump up from the couch, the spike in adrenaline carrying me out of my sleepy haze. When I get to the front door, some of the tiredness catches up with me again and I groggily open the front door. Behind it stands Trevor, with sad puppy eyes and a sheepish expression. I can’t help the scowl that comes to rest on my face when I see him, but he doesn’t falter. Instead, he pushes past me to come into the apartment and sits on the couch expectantly. Since there’s no way to physically remove him from my space, I bargain, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch, as far from Trevor as I can manage. He doesn’t let the cold gesture phase him, and scooches obliviously into the center of the couch.

“What’s going on Hughsey?” I scoff at the nickname and Trevor cringes in frustration. “What is this?”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Why are you icing me out all of a sudden?”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I ask, spiteful, with malice.

“Clearly not since I’m here spending time with you.”

“Was that so hard for you to do? I mean, with your busy schedule and all?”

“What are you-” Trevor pauses for a split second. “Wait, are you… jealous? Y/n?”

I want to protest. I want to scream and rant and bite back, how he could be so conceited to think I’d be jealous of a relationship that I previously thought was rumored? But I can’t.

Because he’s right.

I bite my tongue. There’s nothing else I can do. Not unless I want to make an even bigger fool of myself than I already have.

“Oh my god, that’s totally it. You’re jealous.” Trevor says, complete with a laugh and a sigh. The shame of actually being jealous of a girl I’ve never met, the disappointment of finding out Trevor is dating someone, and the exhaustion from already having cried earlier comes collapsing down on me at once. Hot tears well on the lining of my lashes and I stare at the ground, afraid to draw attention to myself. Upon seeing me cry, Trevor’s smile immediately vanishes and he scoots closer once more.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay.” He envelops me in a hug that I’m too overwhelmed to reciprocate. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.”

I merely shake my head, unaware of what I could even say in this moment.

“I was… I was just laughing ‘cause I should’ve known.”

“Should’ve known what?”

“That you’d be jealous.” I wriggle out of the hug and look at Trevor sincerely.

“How would you have known?”

“You know, for as long as I can remember, your brothers have talked about you having a crush on me.” I cower in humiliation, my face glowing hotter than the surface of the sun.

“I wish they wouldn’t have.”

“No?” Trevor asks, genuinely.

“It’s embarrassing,” I confess, fully recoiling from the physical contact he had initiated before.

“It’s cute.” Trevor earnestly admits as he takes my hand in his. I scoff instinctively but don’t pull my hand away again.

“I don’t need your pity, Trev.” I say so softly he nearly misses the sentiment. Once he processes my worlds, I feel him physically relax next to me at the sound of his familiar nickname.

“Well, what do you need? I’m here now.”

“I honestly don’t know.” I finally dare to meet his eyes. He’s looking at me so sweetly, earnestly. As if I hadn’t just chewed him out two minutes earlier. Then, I look away before I can say what I’m about to say next. “I don’t just like you.” Trevor’s face lifts ever so slightly. The extent of which, one might miss had they not known him a lifetime the way I have.

“You know… the only reason I started seeing her was to get over you.”

“What?” I ask, sharply whipping my head to stare at Trevor, as if awaiting the reveal that this was just some elaborate prank from the start.

“Yeah. I started dating Dixie because I thought dating someone different would distract me. You know, it’s not a good look to have a crush on your best friend’s little sister.”

My heartrate picks up with his confession. This feels too good to be true. As if real life is waiting for us right outside the front door. The real life that doesn’t see me and Trevor together ever in our lifetimes. Terrified of the change that would occur from letting him walk away, I reach up and hold his face in my hands, kissing him passionately. Trevor wraps his hand around my wrist and kisses me back with twice as much fervor.

We break apart, out of breath and full of smiles. Trevor looks at me for guidance and we fizzle into a nervous laughter. I reach up and brush my thumb tenderly across his cheekbone. He grabs my hand and turns his head, placing a sweet kiss on my palm. I then reach up and break the moment by ruffling my hand through his hair to mess it up.

“Hey!” He yells, grabbing waist to dig his hands into my sides. I screech with laughter as I try to escape. Trevor eventually yields and slips his hands from my sides to interlace with one another and pull me closer. I scoot in to sit against him, sitting half on top of him as our breathing falls in sync.

“I don’t just like you, too, Hughesy.” I smile.

“...You should probably call Dixie.”

“Oh shit.”

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A/N: not my best work but not my worst either!

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