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yeoosaangg · 6 months

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Half of My Heart || Kinktober - Day 24

pairing ▸ jeong jaehyun × f!reader

now playing ▸ half of my heart - josh makazo

⤷ ❝know you still have things to say. it's different since i broke us apart.❞

genre ▸ non-idol au, jock!jaehyun, exes to lovers, smut

warnings ▸ period sex, praise, fingering, marking, car sex, mentions of blood (obviously)

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You go to the skate park late at night to think.

It helps when you've got a lot on your mind and need to unwind, but you couldn't do that tonight.

A bunch of frat boys came together to throw a party, one you were invited to. It may not be your usual night out, but at least it was different.

Now alcohol can be your escape from a broken heart.

Kevin: Hey, you made it!

Y/n: I'm usually here skating on a regular night.

Kevin: Saved you a seat, right here

You roll your eyes as he pats his lap. You look around and see that there truly was no more space to sit and just take his offer.

Y/n: So, did I miss anything?

Kevin: Nah. Just a few guys on the football team having a chugging contest.

Y/n: Mmm, boring.

Kevin: It was.

You scan the park just to have something to do, but it proves to be a mistake when you spot your ex-boyfriend making out with one of the cheerleaders.

That hurts.

Kevin: Where'd your mind go just now?

Y/n: Saw Jaehyun playing tonsil hockey with captain preppy.

Kevin: Brutal. Need me to kick his ass?

Y/n: Nah. He'd squash you like a bug and I happen to love my best friend.

Kevin: I hate when you're right.

You guys laugh and you get up to grab a closed bottle of beer. When you come back, Kevin notices your ex staring at you two.

Kevin: He's looking.

Y/n: Don't care.

Kevin: He looks like he wants to kill me.

You roll your eyes and position yourself so you're straddling Kevin. He doesn't react, just holds your exposed hips so you don't fall back.

Y/n: You think from this angle it'll look like we're kissing?

Kevin: Yeah, why?

You put your thumb on his lips before kissing your nail, pressing your forehead against his. Kevin wraps his arm around you to make it look like he's pulling you in deeper.

You pull away and smile at him, a silent thank you for going along with your plan.

Kevin: He's coming over here.

Y/n: Don't lie to me, Moon.

So much for not caring.

Kevin: Just turn around.

You do and feel your heart drop as he strides over to you.

Y/n: Shit, gotta go.

Kevin: Have fun, bestie! Use protection!

You flip him off and hurriedly make your way towards the parking lot. Maybe you'll get home quicker if you run.

Jaehyun: Y/n! Wait up!

Why does he sound like he's right behind you?

You make a noise of surprise when he grabs your arm and turns you to face him.

Y/n: Oh, hey.

Jaehyun: Hey. Did you not hear me?

Y/n: Nope, sorry.

Lie.

Jaehyun: Can we talk?

Y/n: I don't think that's a good idea.

Jaehyun: Please? I swear I'll leave you alone after, if that's what you want.

You sigh.

He was using those stupid eyes of his. The ones where they get all soft and kind.

He still knows how to make you weak.

Y/n: Fine.

He smiles and guides you to his car with a hand on the small of your back. You feel his warm fingers curl around your waist, almost like he's afraid you'll run.

You curse yourself for wearing a crop top.

He opens the passenger door and you reluctantly get in.

There was an awkward silence when he gets in, locking the car doors. It was only for privacy reasons.

Jaehyun: I hate how we left things.

Y/n: How you left things.

He takes a deep breath and nods.

Jaehyun: I never wanted to hurt you.

Y/n: But you did.

He broke things off two months ago because he "needed to be with someone that matches his popularity", hence the bimbo he was making out with.

Jaehyun: It's just- I got lost in the glory of being the quarterback, that I became a different person. I let go of the one person who means the most to me because of it.

Stupid excuse.

Y/n: I get it, Jae. I'm not popular enough for you. I'm not drop-dead gorgeous enough for your new friends. But you didn't have to insult me when you broke things off. That was just cruel on your part.

He understands that.

He messed up so bad and it cost him the love of his life.

Jaehyun: You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. That is a fact no one will ever get to prove wrong. My heart will always belong to you.

Oh.

He still has feelings for you?

Jaehyun: If you can give me another chance, I swear I'll do right by you.

Y/n: Don't you have a girlfriend?

Jaehyun: No.

Y/n: Then why were you making out with the head cheerleader? Thought she was your arm candy.

Jaehyun: I never made it official with her. Just let her kiss me in public, but nothing other than that.

Hm.

Jaehyun: What about you? Are you and Kevin Moon dating?

Y/n: Nah, I was just feeling petty. Kiss was fake; he'd launch me off of him if it was real.

Jaehyun: Now that sounds like him.

You both laugh, comfortable silence surrounding the once tense atmosphere.

It feels warm and familiar.

Jaehyun: Can I- Can I kiss you?

You nod, leaning in to meet his lips halfway.

You climb over and straddle his lap while he puts his seat all the way back. His hands roam your entire body, tongue exploring your mouth all over again.

You feel him getting ready to slide his hand into the waistband of your panties when you stop him.

Jaehyun: What's wrong?

Y/n: Nothing, I just remembered something.

Jaehyun: What is it?

You feel embarrassed to say this out loud. You're hot and bothered, but can't do anything about it because-

Y/n: I'm on my period.

He begins to laugh and kiss the skin underneath your jaw.

Y/n: It's not funny!

Jaehyun: It's kinda funny, baby.

You whine, hiding your face in his chest.

He wraps his arms around you and kisses the crown of your head.

Jaehyun: It's funny because you think a little blood's gonna stop me from fucking you.

Huh?!?

You yelp when his hand slips inside your panties and his middle finger circles your clit. You moan very loudly from not having been touched since he left you.

Jaehyun: Careful, baby. Wouldn't want anyone to hear your pretty sounds.

Y/n: Don't give a fuck.

You kiss him as his fingers get covered in a mix of your arousal and blood. Your pad gets scrunched the more his knuckles disappear in your cunt.

You sit up and take your top off, revealing you perky tits.

Jaehyun: No bra? What if you accidentally flashed everyone at the party?

Y/n: It is what it is.

He chuckles, helping you steady yourself as you get completely naked.

He lowers his jeans down enough so his cock springs free. He was hard and leaking, just how you like him.

You align yourself with his tip and slam down on his cock. He moans as you bounce without adjusting.

You were too horny and impatient to give a fuck about anything right now.

Y/n: Hated seeing you with that stupid, blonde airhead. Wanted to beat her ass everytime she passed me on campus.

Jaehyun: Aww, you didn't like how close she was to me? Then fucking mark me so she knows who I belong to.

You don't even have to be told twice. Your mouth litters multiple red hickeys all over his neck and chest.

God, he bruises so easily, it makes you needier.

You look so ruined already, but he wants to break you. Have you reduced to a drooling and whimpering mutt for him like he always does.

But not tonight.

Tonight is about getting you back and doing everything he can to show you he means what he says. He's going to love you despite what others say.

You're worth it.

He gasps when your teeth scratch against his jugular, lightly sucking on the skin there.

Y/n: I'm gonna cum.

He watches you bounce on his cock, tits matching the rhythm as you squirt all over him - you probably got blood all over him, too.

You get tired, so he slams his hips into you as the top of your ass hits the bottom of the steering wheel. Lucky it wasn't the horn, right?

Y/n: Want more. Please give me more.

Jaehyun: Such a good girl. Always taking what I give you and begging for more, not satisfied until everyone at this fucking party can see how thoroughly mine you are.

You scream as the tip of his cock hits your g-spot. It was a delicious repetitive motion that has you shaking in your ex-boyfriend's arms.

You press your chest against his, mouth attacking his neck as you meet his thrusts.

He tries to pull you off his neck by your hair, but you growl at him - mouth leaving him for only a moment to push his hand off before devouring him again.

His hands leaves bruises on your hips at how hot that was of you. Being on your period makes you even hornier than a bitch in heat.

Jaehyun: You’re my little whore, aren’t you?

You growl again, biting on his shoulder before nodding to his question.

Y/n: Only yours.

He picks up his pace, causing you to grip onto the handle above your head to steady yourself. His cock rams into you so rough, you're drooling and whimpering - just like he wanted.

Oops!

Both of you cum at the same time, not caring who hears you anymore. You just care about each other.

You bury your face in his neck trying to catch your breath. He leans back and massages your body to help soothe the shaking.

Y/n: I've missed you a lot.

He smiles, kissing your temple.

Jaehyun: Please give me another chance, Y/n. I can give you everything you need and want. Just give me one month and I swear I'll embed myself so far in you, you won't be able to breathe without me.

You giggle, resting your chin on his chest.

Y/n: Okay. But only one chance. If you blow it, you'll never see me again.

Jaehyun: Thank you, baby. I promise I'll treat you right.

He shifts a little and you whine. His cock was still inside you.

Y/n: Can we leave to get cleaned up? Cum mixed with blood isn't a pretty sight.

He laughs with his entire chest, kissing your lips with a huge grin.

Jaehyun: 'Course we can.

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a/n: get me away from pinterest prompts. this ain't good for my sanity. thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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jessaerys · 9 months

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the word father rotted in my mouth: i. tom stoppard, rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead. ii. nurnehpetsnur iii. anne carson, plainwater: essays and poetry iv. see notes. v. see notes. vi. genesis 4:9 vii. anaïs nin, winter of artifice viii. see notes. ix. slider.xxxxxxxx x. josh alex baker, death wish. xi. see notes. xii. eric larocca, things have gotten worse since we last spoke xiii. death note, c-kira one-shot. xiv. leah horlick, for your own good, xv. death note manga, L's death, mello's death. xvi. ocean vuong, someday i'll love, xvii. woyaocharlie xviii. death note short stories, a-kira one-shot. xix. anna belle kaufman, cold solace.

notes under the cut.

*iv. artist notoriously hard to track, there's several images on pinterest that are clearly the same style, tried with all of them and they all seem to come from a long deleted 2008 photobucket folder.

v. & viii. the oldest source seems to be long-deleted posts from this blog, which were re-posts.

xi. this is the only source i can find but i don't think it leads to the artist ): please hmu if you have any leads about all of these.

part of the mine and the bestie’s delusional headcanon that near and mello (& matt) did have somewhat of a mentor/mentee relationship with L (fuck them other kids….) whom although genuinely fond of them was a willing participant in the amoral watari industrial complex (did he care to be succeeded? did he find it amusing or an interesting long term project? were the tests and mindfuckery and hot/cold unpredictable behavior and purposeful sowing of a rivalry between them the only model of family and mentorship he knew and was capable of? did he ever really love them? will they ever know? etc etc etc.)

i’m handwaving away the “we only talked to L once” story as skillfully edited by near because 1. he loves to lie and 2. his complicated relationship with L and subsequent grief AND resentment is still wrapped in seventeen thousand layers of emotional repression and who wants to get into that. 3. also makes mello’s comments in LABB about not caring if near is hurt that he knows more about L than near does way funnier. sibling behavior

anyway the both of them have a brotherfatherhero complex the size of TEXAS but thankfully they can sublimate that in the bedroom through creative kinky means. i know the usual "don't ship them!" rethoric is that they're foster brothers but unfortunately that just makes them a billion times more compelling. to me

#death note #comparatives #web weave #near dn #mello dn #mihael keehl #nate river #l lawliet #wammy's house #meronia #SORRY THIS IS SOMEWHAT UNHINGED BEHAVIOR IT GOT OUT OF HAND CONCERNINGLY FAST #brothercrush.txt

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 11 days

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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 17

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5 months later...

July 16th 2021

Airielle glared over at where Josh was standing talking to the rookie that just got called up from NXT. Y’all are not together anymore. He can talk to who he wants, she thought. She looked over at Trinity when she sat down. Airielle rolled her eyes at the smirk on Trin’s face.

“What Trin?” She said with more attitude than necessary. She had to real reason to be upset though. She had broken up with Josh and he was allowed to date freely now. Just thinking about him dating someone else had her left eye twitching.

“Damn girl. I’m sorry.” Trin laughed and looked over to where Airielle was glaring at. “I’m still so confused. Not even five months ago, y’all were happy as hell.”

“Yeah well,” she shrugged. “Things change” Was all she said as she looked back over in Josh’s direction. She arched an eyebrow at him when they made eye contact and scoffed when he smirked and winked at her. He said one last thing to the rookie before making his way over to where Airielle and Trin were sitting.

“Sup Trin. He said as he sat down. “Airielle.” Airielle rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse, pretending to look for something. Trinity rolled her eyes, tired of the two of them already,

“Anyway. Samantha wants to have a girls night tonight, you in?” She asked Airielle.

“I can’t. I have a date tonight.” Airielle said, looking at Josh out of the corner of her eye.

“What? With who?” Josh asked, turning his attention to Airielle. He clenched his jaw when she smirked over at him.

“Why, Jealous?” She asked, chuckling when he glared at her. “I have to go film my Total Divas introduction. I’ll catch up with you later.” She said to Trinity as she stood up from the table and walked away.

“It’s been five months, what the hell happened between y’all. Y’all were so in love.”

“Still am,” Josh said as he turned his head in the direction Airielle had gone off to.

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“Why you aint tell me you could bowl like that?” Airielle shrugged and let out a laugh as Raymond pushed her a little. “Girl you hustled me out of fifty dollars.”

“Why you ain’t tell me you sucked at bowling?” She teased back. “I ain’t never seen so many gutter balls in my life.” She said as they walked off the elevator of the hotel and started walking towards her floor.

“Well shit. Aint nobody tell you so look so good tonight.” Raymond said as he checked out Airielle. She rolled her eyes playfully then froze at the sight of Josh leaning against the wall next to her room door, he had his head turned and was staring straight at them.

She watched as he narrowed his eyes once they fell on Airielle and Raymond linked hands.

“What are you doin’?” He asked her confused, eyes still trained on their hands. Airielle sighed and let go of Raymond's hand and folded her arms over her chest.

“What are you doing out here?”

“What are you doing?” He asked again, ignoring her question. Raymond looked between the two of them.

“Imma just go.” He said, scoffing when Airielle wouldn’t break her staring contest with Josh.

“You said we was moving too fast and you needed time to heal yourself.” He pointed in the direction Raymond had gone off to. “Going on a date with another man ain’t healing yourself Airielle.”

Airielle sighed and unlocked her hotel door with the key card and held the door open for Josh to enter.

“So what you was gon fuck him tonight then text me telling me how much you miss me?” Airielle scoffed as she sat on the bed to take her heels off.

“First off, it wasn’t actually a date other people were there too and I do miss you Josh.” Josh let out a sigh and crossed the room, crouching down in front of her so they were eye to eye with each other.

“So what are we doing then?” Airielle shrugged and let out a groan, throwing herself back on the bed, covering her face with her hands. “You was there for me when I was going through all the shit with Tracy, why won't you let me be there for you now?” Josh sighed when he heard Airielle sniffle. He grabbed one of her arms and pulled her back into a seated position.

“I can’t do this right now.” She whispered, tears sliding down her face. “I love you, I really do but.” She sighed “You have to give me time.. I want to be the best version of myself for you.”

“Fine.” Josh nodded, giving her a kiss on her forehead before standing up and walking towards the door. He opened it and turned back around. “Don’t let me catch you with homeboy again Airielle.” He blew her a kiss before walking out of the room.

soooo.... how we feeling about this chapter?

I tried to just make chapter 16 the last chapter, but I just love this couple so much lol.

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sluttywoozi · 2 years

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Beautiful Day, Sunday Morning | sleepover fic #3

special thanks to my bestie @sluttywonwoo for this gorgeous banner!

Pairing: Joshua x fem!reader

Prompt: okay so sleeping it off didn't work. let me consult my list. hypnotism, no. meditation, certainly not. well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with them + friends to lovers request

Rating: M (MINORS DNI I’LL SCREAM SO LOUD AND BLOCK YOU)

Word Count: ~7000 (im not well)

Warnings: food cooking and eating, alcohol drinking, hurt/comfort (just a tad its me lbr), presex communication, panty stuffing but not really (you’ll see), fingering, pussy eating, josh cums on you, joshua likes to look, mentions of marks/bruises, loving respectful manhandling, reader has a WAP, aftercare, none of these are in order, i wrote this for like 9 hours straight and haven’t edited it yet bc its four am soooooo sorry bout that, if i missed anything message or inbox me im nice i swear

half of this is just story with some suggestiveness, so if you're not into sex you can still enjoy! it's p obvious when the smut starts

Joshua sighs, finding himself laying awake in bed for the third night in a row.

He’s seriously starting to feel like he’s going crazy, and the sleep deprivation surely isn’t helping, but there’s just no way. He absolutely refuses to accept this.

He’s tried everything he could think of.

Sleeping it off didn’t work, obviously. He meditated with Hao for hours on end, with no result. He let Soonyoung try to hypnotize him but all he got from that was a headache and a bruise on the cheek where the stopwatch swung into his face.

Joshua won’t give up though, can’t give up, because this is life or death. Something has to work and Joshua is willing to try anything, well, almost anything, if it means what he fears will be proven false.

He simply cannot be in love with you. He just can’t.

Not when your friendship is the most valuable of them all, not when your presence is like a hot salted caramel mocha on a blisteringly cold morning, not when you’re the person he always looks forward to seeing, the person he dreads leaving for even a day.

Sure, he sometimes thinks about you late at night, when he’s alone in bed. Sure, he turns people down at bars his friends dragged him to for the sole purpose of getting him laid, just because he likes your voice and your face and your soul and your body better. Sure, he often dreams of you and wakes up feeling lonely, passing his hand over the empty side of the bed and wishing you were there. Sure, the side he leaves empty is coincidentally the same side he knows you sleep on, but that doesn’t mean-

Oh. Wait.

Joshua is totally in love with you.

Well, what the fuck is he supposed to do now?

He lets himself thrash in bed a bit, digging the back of his head into the pillow and tensing his jaw, then takes a deep breath, moving out of tantrum mode and into solution mode.

Okay.

Option 1: Joshua avoids you for a while and hopes the feelings go away on their own.

He shakes his head, knowing immediately that won’t work because if he doesn’t text you for a day, you’ll just text him, and if he doesn’t respond, you’ll call, and he’ll pick up, because it’s you.

And then he’ll hear your voice and you might sound sad that he didn’t text you back and then he’ll be sad, and guilty, and desperate to make it up to you. Which will lead to him making you dinner and probably pushing you up against the counter and kissing you until he forgets about the pasta on the stove and then it’ll boil over and just be a huge mess, and Joshua hates messes.

Option 2: Joshua doesn’t avoid you, and hopes the feelings go away on their own.

No, that won’t work either, because being around you is what gave him these feelings in the first place and being around you will just make them worse. He’ll be able to look at you and touch you and listen to you and you’ll smile at him and squeeze his hand like you always do, and marvel at the size of it compared to yours, and then Joshua will only be able to think about crawling on top of you on the couch and holding your hands down with his and they’ll look so small and you’ll-

Joshua clears his throat, shifting his legs in the sheets and willing his mind to settle down.

Option 3: Joshua doesn’t avoid you, and doesn’t hope the feelings go away.

This option is intriguing, because it means Joshua will still get to be around you and he won’t have to shove anything down, like he’s apparently been doing for… fuck, has he been in love with you this whole time? Has it been literal years??

Joshua shoots straight up in bed, bracing himself on his hands and blinking the drowsiness away. His brows furrow as he thinks over every moment he’s ever shared with you, every time he’s caught himself staring at your lips or holding your hand or getting jealous of a date or glaring at one of his friends for flirting with you. It’s been so obvious, and he had no clue.

Has it been this obvious to everyone?

Shit. Has it been this obvious to you?

Joshua needs a second opinion, and doesn’t think twice about grabbing his phone and calling for backup.

Jeonghan sounds irritated and exhausted when he picks up on the fifth ring, and Joshua sucks in a deep breath before starting, “Jeonghan, I need you to be honest with me, this is very important. Did you know I’m in love with y/n?”

“Yeah, Shua, we all knew.”

Joshua swears to himself, it’s just like he feared.

“And when you say ‘we all-’”

“No, y/n doesn’t know,” Jeonghan groans with exasperation, “but if you don’t say it soon, I will. It’s fucking annoying watching you guys moon over each other all the time. And don’t even get me started on-”

“Wait. Each other?” Joshua holds his breath as he waits for confirmation, “Jeonghan, I need clarification on the ‘each other’ part.”

Jeonghan heaves a sigh before answering, like he’s millimeters from hiring an assassin.

“Yes, Joshua, each other. I’m hanging up now.”

“Jeonghan wait-” Joshua tries to get out, but he hears the dial tone and checks his messages to see Jeonghan has put him on do not disturb. That was that then.

Okay, Joshua can deal with this. He can figure it out, Joshua is good at figuring things out.

He shakes his head and pushes a breath out before biting his lip to stop the smile.

Each other. He can work with that.

“Joshie!” You throw open the door, beaming and grabbing his hand to pull him inside you-r apartment! Inside your apartment.

Joshua dramatically rolls his eyes, hiding his grin behind a smirk, and sighs out, “Not this again…” as if he’s not giggling on the inside at the way you’re tugging him to the kitchen.

“Please, you love when I call you Joshie and we both know it,” you respond with playful eyes and your own smirk.

Fuck, he sucks in a breath, how did he deal with your teasing before figuring out he’s in love with you? Because now, it’s just making him ha-

“So, I was thinking we could try out a new pasta recipe I saw on Instagram, it has tomatoes and goat cheese and garlic, and I got a new puzzle!”

You sound so cute, so excited, that Josh has to clear his throat and try to blink away the hearts in his eyes before he can even think of what to say.

“That sounds great! I hope a red will go with it?” Josh holds up the wine bottle with a hand that shakes only a little, the other still caught in yours, and tries to stop his mind from going to the events of Option 1.

It’s difficult though, when he spots the exact pot he envisioned on the stove, already filled with salted water and waiting to be boiled.

You squeeze his hand before detaching to grab the bottle from him and throw it in the chiller, and Joshua respectfully (and frankly, for his own survival) looks away from how your jeans mold perfectly to the shape of your ass when you crouch down to find room.

He does well enough while you’re cooking together, moving around each other in a dance that evidences years of practice, getting distracted only when you lean up over his shoulder to monitor his garlic chopping. You’re very particular about how your garlic is cut, and it was only recently you began allowing him the responsibility.

Joshua can admit now how much it meant to him when you passed him the knife with a trusting smile and eyes that screamed, don’t fuck this up, just a few months ago.

Managing to finish the garlic preparation with relative ease, Joshua starts looking around for the recipe you were talking about. Normally, you print it out and put it up on your fridge but the stainless steel is empty, except for the magnetic photo of him and you he bought you last year. Well, him and you and all of your friends, not that he’s looking at any of them.

No, Joshua only has eyes for you, and they follow you as you flit around your kitchen, sunlight catching on your hair and cheekbones, your hips swaying softly to the music flowing from your sound bar.

He’s forgotten what he was looking for, and he’s forgotten to pretend he wasn’t drinking in your every move, because you turn around and stop short, eyes wide at finding him staring at you so intently.

“Do you need something?” You ask, brows tilting up in confusion.

Joshua breathes in deeply, catching your perfume on the air amidst the roasting tomatoes and fresh garlic, and he shakes his head with a soft smile.

“No, I have everything I need,” you start to look more bemused, like you’re trying to figure him out, and Joshua rushes to finish, “except the recipe! Where’d you put it?”

“Oh!” You jump, running to the couch to grab your phone and pull up Instagram, “It’s just a video, it seemed simple enough so I was doing it from memory but I should’ve sent it to you, my bad!”

Your brows furrow as you start typing in his new handle, and Joshua stills your fingers with his, deciding he can afford to be just a tad more bold.

“My phone’s almost dead, actually. Could we just share yours?” Joshua tries to ask innocently, masking his ulterior motive of getting to be closer to you.

“Yeah, of course! Do you wanna charge your phone? I can go plug it in,” you offer helpfully, gesturing over your shoulder to your bedroom, but Joshua shakes his head.

“Nah, the only person whose texts I care about is here,” he says smoothly, locking his eyes with yours and reminding himself that Jeonghan said each other.

You hold his gaze, something he doesn’t recognize flashing through your eyes and your mouth scrunching to the side, like it does when you’re… hurt. You visibly shake it off though, shake him off, pulling away and turning to set the pot of water to boil.

Joshua can’t fight the frown, feeling distance between you and him that normally isn’t there, but he lets you take your space and works on figuring out what he’s done wrong. He can barely hear the simmering of the tomatoes and goat cheese in the oven over the roaring in his ears, as he takes in your tense shoulders and stiff posture from the other side of the counter. When he sees your ribs expand and then hitch, like you were trying to gather yourself, he decides you’ve had enough space.

So Joshua crosses the kitchen, laying a gentle, warm hand on your shoulder, and tries peeking at your face. You’re not crying, thankfully, but he can see your teeth gnawing at your lip and the fragile set of your brows, and he pulls you into his chest, wrapping you up tight in his arms.

“What’s wrong?” He breathes into your hair, tucking your head into his neck with the softest push he can manage.

Joshua waits as patiently as he can, but when the water comes to a boil and you still haven’t answered, he pulls away to add the penne and then leans against the counter, staring at you.

“Baby, please tell me what just happened. Did I say something wrong?” Joshua has called you baby since he met you, it’s just instinct by now, but it felt different now that he knows he’s in love with you. It felt… right.

But it just makes you tense up more, and now Joshua is more confused than ever. You’ve never cared about him calling you baby, you went with it from the start, and even started calling him Joshie in return.

“Shua… I just-”

“Joshie,” He interrupts, feeling his heart leap into his throat at the change in nickname. All of your friends call him Shua, you’re the only one he allows to call him Joshie, and he can’t stand hearing the alternative from you.

Joshua can feel his own brows pinching together, his arms coming up to cross over his chest, like that could protect him somehow.

You mirror him, bracing yourself against the stove before he lets a hand down to tug you away from the steaming pot of water, and he uses that hand to pull you closer, finding that he can’t make himself let go.

You’re staring at him now, and you seem to be considering something. He can tell by the set of your shoulders that you’re weighing things, and hears Jeonghan’s voice say each other in his head. And somehow, he knows that you and him are on the precipice of something.

Something great, Joshua hopes.

So he takes in another breath and takes a few short steps to stand in front of you, delicately framing your face in his hands and leaning in close. He stops just short of your lips, feeling the catch in your breath this time, and exhales against you, “Tell me to stop. Tell me this isn’t what you want.”

You don’t say anything, just stare deeply into his eyes, like you’re searching for something. You must find it, because you close the distance to press your lips against his, and Joshua feels something unlock in his chest and make extra space for you.

Joshua’s mind doesn’t wander too far, not with your mouth on his and your body heat against him, and he slides one hand into your hair. The other moves down to mold to your neck, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw before resting on your pulse. He can feel your heart racing, sprinting just like his, and he drinks you in, sipping from your lips like you’re the finest wine he’s ever had.

He gets carried away quickly, turning with you in his arms to push you against the counter, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip, practically begging you to open up for him.

You do, with a sigh, and Joshua slips his tongue into your mouth to glide against yours. You taste… like nothing he’s ever had and he’s desperate for more already, tugging your mouth open further with a thumb on your chin. He licks into you, brushing up against your hard palate, sucking your tongue into his mouth, his moan vibrating against your lips. You swallow it, responding with a whimper, and Joshua’s hips kick into yours. He can feel himself getting harder, feel the heat gathering in his gut, and the hand in your hair drifts down to take your hip in a firm grip, kneading at your plush skin.

Joshua’s about to bring his other hand down and lift you up onto the countertop, dreaming already of spreading your thighs and grinding against you, pulling your jeans down, spreading you with his fingers and licking you open before slipping his cock inside where he just knows you’re wet and hot and soft and perfect, but you pull away.

You pull away, and Joshua tries desperately to follow you, but you breathe a laugh against his lips and push him from you with a hand to his chest.

He can feel his eyebrows furrowing, knows he’s panting and probably looking slightly undignified, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is why you stopped kissing him and how to get you to start kissing him again.

“Too fast?” He asks nervously, hands squeezing at your hips without his permission, and he consciously loosens his grip so you can fully pull away if you so choose.

“No, Joshie, you’re perfect, it’s just-” you pause to catch your breath. “The pasta’s about to boil over and the timer’s been going off for like three minutes.”

His head whips around, seeing your microwave beeping and the water jumping out of the pot, penne far too close to the surface for comfort. He moves with you in tandem, you turning the burner down and shutting off the timer, Joshua grabbing a colander from the cabinet and draining the pasta in the sink. Turning to toss you oven mitts right before you open the oven, he remembers his prediction of Option 1 and can’t hold in the laugh.

The sizzling of the olive oil and roasted tomatoes covers the chuckle escaping him, and Joshua moves behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and set his chin on your shoulder, smooching the side of your head. Your skilled hands mash the mixture together and pour in a bit of the pasta water he’d remembered to reserve (thank God), the sauce coming together quickly. He detaches from you only when you ask him to bring over the pasta, and he carefully tilts the penne into the dutch oven as you stir, the scent of garlic and goat cheese and robust San Marzanos filling the air.

Joshua had been so wrapped up in you, he didn’t even notice he was hungry, but as he feels his stomach growl, he still can’t say he cares much about eating right now. Food, that is.

You’re adorably excited though, beaming at him with bright eyes and spinning on your toes to retrieve the wine he brought, so he turns and lifts your favorite bowls down from the cabinet, grabbing two sets of silverware along the way. You meet him at your dining table, grinning and setting down the fresh grated parm, and Joshua can feel his throat close a little as he imagines doing this with you each and every night.

The pasta was delicious, recipe bookmarked in your phone and already sent to Mingyu and Seokmin, and he washes dishes with you side by side. The cleaning goes quickly, barring the wine glasses you’re both still drinking from, but Joshua plucks yours from your hand just before you pour another glass and backs you up against the sink.

“Joshua, we always finish the wine,” your tone and the use of his full name betrays your befuddlement, but he won’t be swayed.

“Baby,” Joshua pauses to follow the shiver that runs down your spine with his hand, gaze tinted with want and fondness, before continuing, “If we finish the wine, you’ll get tipsy. There are a lot of things I want to do to you tonight, and I can’t do 75% of them if you’re out of it.”

Your eyes grow wide, lashes fluttering, and you nibble at the inside of your lip. It’s a bad habit of yours, and you’ve complained to him before of the sore spots that result sometimes, so he takes the opportunity to smooth his thumb over your lip and gently tug it free. Leaning in to slide his tongue along the seam of your mouth, Joshua breathes softly against you and waits.

You huff, and surge forward to capture his lips with yours, your hands flying up to curl around his neck and pull him closer. Joshua giggles into your kiss, squeezing his hands around yours before moving them to your hips to haul you up against him so you can feel how hard he is for you, already. You press back, and his giggles melt into a groan at the feeling of your body against his. He’s wondering if you’ll let him fuck you on your counter, but you cook a lot and you’ll probably think it’s unsanitary. Joshua considers the dining table next, but doubts it’s sturdy enough for all of his plans, and the couch is just unacceptable, there’s not nearly enough room.

You make the decision for him, pushing against his hips with your own and sliding your hands in his hair to physically pull his lips from yours. He pouts, letting you tug him away but also letting his cock press against you when the pull makes his hips buck.

“Let’s go, then,” you whine urgently, trying to move forward, but the pressure’s made Joshua’s brain fuzzy and he has no clue what you’re talking about.

“Go where?” Joshua asks, panting against you before shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.

“Go to bed, babe, let’s go to the bed,” you set your hands on his chest and push insistently, and Joshua’s nothing if not a gentleman, so it takes little thought to let you guide him to your bedroom.

What his lady wants, his lady gets.

Joshua can’t take his eyes off you as you whip your shirt over your head and toss it at the chair in the corner, but he gets his ass in gear when he sees your hands slide down your body to unbutton your jeans. He’s thought too much about undressing you to let you do it yourself, and his hands pull yours up to his abs, using the distraction to undo your jeans and start tugging them down.

He’s not as sneaky as he thought though, and blushes at your knowing smirk as he presses a kiss to your belly. But Joshua gets you back, with his fingers sliding under both sides of your panties to pull them up tight against you.

You’re wet already and Joshua’s vision tunnels as he stares at the damp spot between your legs, your folds outlined by the fabric with how taut he’s holding it. You squirm, but he’s not done looking, and he soothes you with fingers petting gently at the soft skin of your hips, taking you in for a few more seconds.

Joshua doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable though, figures you might need some time to get used to him in this setting, and he knows there’ll be plenty of nights (and mornings and afternoons) for him to look his fill. So tonight, he lets go of your panties and rises to take his shirt off, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. He can feel your eyes on him as he gathers up his clothes and your jeans, crossing the room to lay them on your chair before turning back to you with the corners of his lips quirked up.

He can sense your nervousness, and tries to figure out how to break the ice and remind you he’s your best friend. Smiling at you until his eyes squint, Joshua walks toward you slowly, then charges you when he’s a few feet away. You shriek and giggle when he leans down to wrap his arms around you and press the side of his face into your chest, tackling you onto your bed. Bouncing together, Joshua rolls until you’re sitting on him and he can feel your wet heat on his cock, seeping through his boxers and making his dick twitch. He swallows a groan, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but he gives that up when you start rolling your hips against his.

“Baby,” Joshua moans out, pulling your hips harder against his. “Tell me what you like?”

He sets up a steady grind as you think, feeling you get wetter and wetter against his dick, but he can tell you’re getting distracted by the friction, and he needs to know what’s okay and what’s not okay before he takes you any further.

So, Joshua stills your hips with a firm grip and says your name with all the sternness he can muster when you’re practically soaking through his boxers.

You pout at him guiltily, petting his pecs in apology, “I like not being in charge. I like when you grab me like that, and I liked when you threw me on the bed.”

Joshua can feel the heat rush through him at your candor, rewards you with minute thrusts of his hips against yours, and confirms, “You want me to manhandle you a bit? Tell you what to do?”

You sigh at the thought, sagging against him and Joshua sits up against the headboard so you can brace yourself on his chest without having to lean down so far.

“Yeah, Joshie, I want that,” you breathe against his lips before pulling him into a kiss, and he can tell you’re trying to distract him to get out of talking more, but he can’t make himself care.

“We’ll talk more about this later, yeah?” Joshua asks, but you both know it’s not a question.

You nod into the kiss, sucking his tongue and starting to buck against him in a cute, needy way, and Joshua can’t hold off any longer.

He holds you gently by the back of your neck, wrapping the other arm around your waist, and you get the memo to stop moving just before he starts rising up on his knees. He spreads his thighs underneath yours, shifting up so you tilt backwards onto the bed until he can hold himself above you, unwinding his arm from your waist to hold your jaw in one hand. He presses one last kiss to your plush lips before pulling away to stare down at you.

Your eyes are hazy, your breasts heaving, and Joshua can see the strain in your thighs from how his knees are holding them open, putting the wet patch on your panties on full display. He smirks, smoothing one hand down your body to slide his thumb down your cunt, feeling your folds part further under the pressure.

You’re so wet, the fabric is practically translucent, and Josh is hypnotized by the glimpse of your cunt. He shuffles down to get a closer look, palm flat to your sternum when you try to follow him, and he can’t resist sinking his middle finger into you as deep as your panties allow. The fabric gives easily, stretching and following his finger inside to the first knuckle. You’re tight, even just with this, and Joshua knows he’ll have to open you up if you want his cock, revels in it.

Withdrawing his finger, he watches your cunt clench around the bit of fabric that remains inside, groaning out loud when he pulls and it comes out of you even wetter. He’ll have to buy you new panties, and maybe some bras, perhaps a set or two, and probably matching couples pajam-

You squirm, and Joshua looks up to check in, relaxing when he sees you’re just desperate for more. He decides he’s tortured you enough for one night, yanking your panties down, tossing them off the bed, and leaning in close to get his first look at your bare pussy.

You’re glistening, hips shifting against the sheets in anticipation, and Joshua’s already thrown one leg over his shoulder before he asks, “Can I eat you out?”

You nod before he’s finished talking, but you should know by now that you’ll have to tell him, so he just stares, flicking his eyes between yours and your pussy.

Your eyes roll skyward in embarrassment and agitation, the back of your head pushing into your pillow, and you force out, “Yes, you can, please do.”

“That’s all you had to say, baby,” Joshua responds, a touch condescendingly and more than a touch smug, lifting your other thigh onto his shoulder and smoothing his hands around your hips to hold your pelvis down.

His first taste has him opening his mouth wider, wishing he could swallow you whole, but for now he’ll content himself with pushing his tongue as far inside you as it can go. You’re soft, and so hot, and soaking wet, and immediately Joshua knows he’d do this every day, if you’d let him. Wake you up with his head between your thighs and put you to bed with his tongue inside you, if he could. Live and breathe and die in your pussy, if you’d allow it. He thinks you just might, with the way you’re trying to buck up against his hands, your eyes closed and breathy whines escaping your open mouth.

In the future, Joshua will make you keep your eyes on him, but for now, he couldn’t care less. All he cares about is getting as much of you in his mouth as he can and making you cum on his tongue as soon as you can take it. He’s relentless, sucking your clit into his mouth, laving over it, pinching it between his lips, getting you wetter and wetter until you’re drenching his face and the sheets. You’re still trying to grind against him, which is cute, honestly, but Joshua’s not letting you move, not unless you tell him to stop.

He shifts to band one arm across your stomach, digging his fingers into the fleshy part of your hip, anchoring you to the bed, and brings his hand to your cunt to slide one finger inside. You’re not as tight as before, and Joshua sighs against you in relief before starting to nudge another finger at your entrance, looking up at you and waiting for the breathy yes yes yes to sink it in next to the first. His fingers are big, much thicker and longer than yours, and you take a second to adjust. You’re already squeezing at them though, pussy trying to suck them in deeper, so he follows until his knuckles brush against you, and curls his fingers up when he bottoms out.

(He’s a bit too deep to get at your g-spot, but you enjoy the motion nonetheless and open your mouth to beg for more right when Joshua suctions his plush lips around your clit again and you’re almost almost almost-)

“Fuck, Joshie, please! Please, please, please I’m right there,” you whine, hands flying down to push his head into you, fingers tangling in his hair, and Joshua has to press his hips into the bed to get his cock to stop jumping. He knows he’s leaking precum, will have to change the sheets after he gets you in the bath, but you’re just so fucking hot, he can’t help it.

He does want to make you cum though, needs to, so he starts spreading his fingers, opening you up for a third, and sucks harder at your clit until you break, back arching, mouth open in a silent scream. He keeps going, fucking his fingers in and out of your sopping wet pussy and tonguing your clit in pulses, until you push his head again, away from you this time.

Joshua releases your clit from his mouth but keeps his fingers inside, spreading them wider against your throbbing walls, and asks, “Wanna go again?”

You stare at him with wet lashes, your breasts rising and falling with your breaths, and he’s almost distracted enough to move up your body and suck your nipples into his mouth, wonders if he can get both at once if he pushes your tits together enough, thinks about digging his fingers into the plushness, thinks about the bruises he could nip into them, but you respond and pull him from his thoughts.

“I think it might kill me, but yes,” you exhale, sounding tired but so needy still and Joshua loves you, he loves you so much, and he really hopes you don’t notice when he spells it on your clit with his tongue, followed by his name, then yours with Hong tacked onto the end. He doesn’t think you do, because you’re moaning, near crying with pleasure, and he hasn’t even started moving his fingers again yet.

Which he rectifies immediately, pushing them into you with more force this time, spreading you open and shoving his tongue inside to lick at your walls. The hand grasping your hip shifts, fingers moving to press down on your clit, rubbing small, quick circles. Your wetness is seeping out around his fingers, dripping into his mouth and down his chin onto the bed, and he knows he needs to make you cum soon if he doesn’t want to push you into the unpleasant kind of overstimulation.

He pulls his hand out slightly, and you cry out at the loss, trying to buck your hips up and get him deep again, until he finds your g-spot and grinds into it with the tips of his fingers. Hooking his digits inside of you, Joshua rubs incessantly at the rough patch, fucking into you and suctioning his lips around your clit until you clench so tight he doesn’t bother moving them, until you break apart with a wail. You gush, wetness flooding out and soaking the lower half of his face, and Joshua feels his eyes fluttering shut as he drinks you in.

Your thighs shake on his shoulders, your stomach trembling as you try to get air into your lungs, and his tongue laps at your clit until you push his head away again, for good this time. Joshua doesn’t go far, still breathing you in and feeling your cunt throb around his fingers.

Your hand pets at his head before it slips from his hair, flopping down onto the bed as your eyes close heavily. You’re not asleep, and you haven’t passed out (he thinks), so he just lets you catch your breath and wipes his face off with one hand, pulling the other from you slowly before shifting your thighs off his shoulders and sitting up on his knees between your splayed legs.

Joshua wants to put his hands on you, smooth them up your body to squeeze your tits then cradle your face, but he has other plans for the slickness leftover on his palms.

He tugs his boxers down with a pinky, cock bobbing out, and waits for your eyes to open before saying softly, “Baby, I’m not fucking you tonight,” you shoot him a sleepy frown, bottom lip pushing out just a bit before he continues. “But can I cum on your pussy? I’ll rinse you off and run a bath after.”

Your pupils get even bigger, nearly blocking out the color of your irises, and you smile serenely at him with bleary eyes, wrapping your hands underneath your thighs and pulling them up so you’re spread open for him.

Fuck, Joshua’s so fucking gone for you.

He can feel more precum seeping out of the head of his cock, feel how his boxers stick to his thighs from a combination of you and him, and he can feel the shudder roll all the way from his scalp to his toes at the first touch of his hand on his cock. His palm is slick, wet with you, and he stops himself from dipping back into your pussy for more, knowing you’re sensitive.

You’ve given Joshua more than enough to work with anyway, more than he used to get on those lonely nights where all he had was the thought of you, and as he takes in your still fluttering cunt, takes in the fuckdrunk look on your face, takes in the scent of your pussy on the air, he already knows he’s close.

His body doesn’t know yet, but it’s catching up quick. His stomach is tensing, his chest rapidly expanding with his panting, his balls tightening more and more the longer he gazes at you. Joshua can’t contain his sounds, lets the grunts and groans fall into the air, whining your name when he glides one palm over the head of his cock and squeezes down at the base with the other. He just needs a little bit more, just a li-

“Cum, Joshie, please cum, I wanna feel it,” you ask sweetly, urgently, and he swears, feeling his cock jump in his hands as hot cum spills out, painting your pussy white and dribbling down your folds. His hearing goes fuzzy, white noise filling his mind, and he clenches his eyes shut, cumming harder than he has in… years?

Joshua opens his eyes to see your entrance clench, tightening around nothing, and he barely resists the urge to drop back down onto his stomach and push his cum inside of you, fuck it into your cunt with his fingers and then fuck it deeper with his dick, stay buried in you until he’s hard and do it all over again.

But you’re tired, and he’s tired, and he catches your wince when you let your thighs down.

Joshua reaches over to snag a tissue from the box you keep next to your bed, and wipes his hands off before smoothing them up your thighs to knead at where your pelvis connects with your femurs. You had your legs open for a while, then up, and he doesn’t want you to be sore tomorrow, so he pulls back, lifting you into his arms and carrying you into the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter, starting the shower and wiping your pussy off gently with a damp washcloth before handing you a clip so you can get your hair out of the way.

“Can we take a bath tomorrow? I just wanna snuggle and go to bed,” you request, voice thick with sleep and raspy from the orgasms, and Joshua feels his heart swell. His teeth poke out of the smile he shines at you, and he gathers you up into a hug, rubbing your back and picking you up off the counter to walk you into the shower. He can feel your breath leave you in a contented sigh, and you lean your head against his chest as he spreads suds up your back, his hands drifting over your skin gently and massaging out any knots he finds.

You’re dozing against him when he drops to his knees to wash your lower half so he leans you against the shower wall, keeping one hand on your hip to make sure you don’t fall over. Making quick work of himself, Joshua shuts off the shower and wraps you up in a towel, patting his hands over your limbs to dry you off as much as he can. You’re a bit more awake now that you’re out of the heat of the water, and he dries himself off roughly before helping you tug your robe on and ushering your slightly shivering form into your bedroom. You’re walking fine, but Joshua keeps his hands on you anyway, doesn’t see a reason not to, and tries to pretend he’s not giddy at the thought of picking out your pajamas and falling asleep next to you.

He escorts you to the bench at the end of your bed, makes sure you’re sitting securely, and turns to your dresser to get something for you to sleep in.

“Just gimme your shirt,” you mumble, leaning back against your bed and pulling your knees to your chest, and Joshua short circuits for a second, imagining you in his clothes. It’s time to sleep, he chides himself, when he feels the blood rushing down to his dick, and speeds over to grab his tee from the chair. It’s huge on him, and he knows you’ll look adorable in it even before he tugs it over your head, and fuck, does he love being right.

He questions you about undies and follows your finger to the top drawer, pulling out the first pair his fingers touch so he doesn’t linger, and guides them up your legs. You stand and pull them the rest of the way on yourself, before climbing right up onto your bed and holding a hand out.

Joshua tries his best to keep his cool, but he’s just a little too excited to burrow under the covers with you, and your body rolls towards him when he hops into the bed. He pretends he planned it though, pretends he was continuing his bit from earlier, when he bodychecked you into the mattress, and he’s pretty sure he’s gotten away with it until you giggle and tap his nose.

He scoffs into the space between him and you, then pulls you closer until there’s none left, dropping a kiss on each of your cheeks, laying one on your forehead, and gently pressing his lips to yours as his final goodnight kiss.

“Oh!,” Joshua remembers, shifting up onto an elbow to stare down at you, “And in case it wasn’t obvious, I’m deeply, madly, embarrassingly in love with you.”

You blink up at him with exhausted eyes, smiling and placing a palm on his cheek to pull him down into one more kiss, before winking at him and whispering, “Same.”

You’re asleep before Joshua’s gotten over his disbelief, but he just grins, realizing it’s Saturday, and he’ll get to wake you up with his favorite song, crooned directly into your ear.

AN: im too sleepy to do a real an rn but whoever requested this ily so much and to all of my followers ily so much too and i'll see you tomorrow muah

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just-a-queer-crow · 2 days

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Favorite pairings (romantic or platonic) in the show that ARENT Buddie:

Buck & Hen (Big sister/little brother, i need them to have more screen time)

Buck & Chim (Deeply underrated, Brother-in-laws)

Hen & Chim (BESTIES & SIBLINGS‼️‼️‼️)

Hen & Athena (Wine Moms Gossip Night fr fr)

Maddie & Josh (BESTIES, so funny, so sassy)

Josh & Chim (under explored dynamic)

Buck & May (also underexplored, step-siblings)

BOBBY & MICHAEL (PLZ ONE OF MY FAVORITE DUOS THEY R SO FUNNY TOGETHER)

Eddie & Hen (theyre so underexplored??? Eddies relationship w/ the team except Buck feels so underexplored but thats besides the point, i think these 2 should have gay little bitch fests together)

Eddie & Josh (theyre so funny i wish we saw more of eddie & the dispatch team in general)

Eddie & May (follow up from prev, she feels like he little cousin or smthn)

Maddie & Eddie (also criminally underexplored i feel like theyd be so funny together)

Karen & Eddie (in my heart they r friends)

Ravi & Everyone basically (I love him, he deserves more screen time PLEASEEE)

Albert & Buck (they r hilarious together)

Albert & Chimney (i love seeing siblings rebuild their relationship)

HEN & HER MOM TONI‼️‼️‼️ (i love toni she really grew on me)

Taylor & Buck (BUT AS FRIENDS!!! REALLY LIKED THEM AS FRIENDS THEY WERE FUNNY)

Buck & Athena (THATS HIS MOM‼️‼️‼️)

BOBBY & MAY (& Harry) (THATS THEIR STEPDAD!!! THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER SO MUCH PLZ I WANT MORE)

Maddie & May (i am a big big fan of may i want her and maddie to be sisters)

May & Josh (dispatch team go brrr i think hes like her gay uncle in my heart)

BUCK & JEE-YUN (uncle buck has my heart)

Hen & Karen (theyre such a good couple theyre so healthy and have worked so hard on their relationship its impossible not to love them)

Bobby & Athena (i adore them, they r the sweetest couple, i love the fact that theyre older but theyre still flirting and having sex and just being in love with each other, theyre so good for each other)

MADDIE & CHIMNEY (my favorite ship on the show, they have done SO much work to be together and love each other so so much, they are soulmates, they choose each other every day, they r silly, they show their love to each other so obviously and r so devoted to each other, im obsessed with them im so excited for their wedding)

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multi-fandomedfreak · 6 months

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I loovveeee your Connor headcannons!! Soooo.. maybe Connor introducing us to Hank and his Jericho friends like all cutesy. He would be so nervous but I just love himmmm. I am obsessed with the 'meeting their family' trope till I dieeeee

Authors note: This is such a cute request I’m in loovveee

Paring(s): Connor x Reader

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ : noneee

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-Connor is suuuper nervous

-Even though it was 100% his idea to introduce you to Hank and his Jericho friends

-But most definitely not because he’s ashamed of you or anything

-Poor dudes just nervous that the tension between humans and androids would still be there

-Plus he’d never forgive himself if he got someone he cared about hurt (whether that he u or his friends)

-But all it takes is a reassuring squeeze of your hand and suddenly the unease he was feeling subsided enough for him to go through with it

-With Hank it was easy introducing you

-He obviously had that gruff exterior to him but he took a liking to you almost immediately

-To be honest Hank and you hung out more that day than you did with Connor

-He was kinda watching with a mixture of being offended and content (Connor: 🥲&☺️)

-(Hank may or may not have started calling u his daughter-in-law ((as a joke))…maybe)

-After that Connors more at ease when he introduces you to his Jericho buddies

-Markus, who’s usually so calm and collected, is actually struggling to contain his joy from the thought of a human-Android relationship

-Markus and u are besties now

-Connor, probably: Why’s everyone stealing her 🥲🥲

-After introducing you to Simon and Josh, Connor starts to wonder why he was ever hesitant to introduce you in the first place

-Well…at least until North comes along

-Don’t get me wrong, North doesn’t hurt nor insult you in anyway

-Her trust just takes a little more effort to earn and for good reason

-Connor was really starting to worry it might be a problem since she didn’t seem to approve of you

-but little did he know you made plans to hang out with her next week after a while of talking with her lol

-And even though it was ur irresistible y/n charm that made his friends like you

-It was also because Connor could. not. shut. up. about you

-Before any of this he was already hyping you up and talking about you any chance he got

-So it was a team effort really lol

-By the end of the day, both of your guys’ social battery’s were drained (Connors literal battery too) I think I’m so funny

-So ya’ll just plopped down together in your shared bed and cuddled till you fell asleep

#dbh headcanons #detroit: become human #dbh connor x reader #connor x reader #connor rk800 #dbh connor #connor x you #dbh Connor x you #detroit become human rk800 #detroit rk800 #detroit become human #detroit: bh #detroit connor

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Recovery - Chapter 23

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em gets a little jealous when Y/N catches the attention of a new beat maker he works with.

Tags : Angst, Comfort, Fluff, Smut (P in V, oral)

Y/N’s POV

Telling Talia the truth about your relationship with Marshall definitely made your life easier. As it was to be expected, she told Jamal, but the two of them actually promised to keep it a secret from everyone else. You spent a lot of your time at Marshall’s but, on occasions, he would spend the night at your place too, and the four of you would hang out. You would spend as much time as possible with your boyfriend, even though the two of you were drowning in work, you with uni, him at the studio. However, you made it work. You spent every night together, except for one night a week. He usually had his family over for brunch on Sundays, so he would sleep alone at his place on Saturday night. The rest of the time, though, you had a little routine. Whether it was at his place or yours, both of you left stuff at each other’s house. By usual relationship standards, it was moving pretty fast, but it felt right for the two of you. After all, before even getting together, you were hanging out all the time so it wasn’t like you were just getting to know each other.

At that point, you had been together for about two months and your relationship was still a secret. Everyone at the studio had really enjoyed meeting Josh at Talia’s birthday dinner and they seemed disappointed when you announced that the two had broken up, a couple of weeks afterwards. Obviously, they didn’t know the reason why and you were officially single. One of the drawbacks of no one knowing that you were spoken for is that they tried to get you to date and set you up with some people they knew. You tried to tell them that you weren’t really looking for a relationship, but they didn’t seem to care too much. It had sort of become a running joke in your household.

Come on, Talia said during dinner, Royce’s cousin is pretty hot. If you’d been single, you should totally have gone to dinner with him !

Well I’m not single, you giggled. I feel bad for Royce and Porter though. It’s the third time they are trying to set me up with someone and I end up refusing all the time. I hope they don't take it personally !

Especially when they come up with such fine choices, she replied. The men they want to set you up with are total snacks !!!

Yeah, they’re pretty attractive, you agreed.

I’m right here, Marshall said with a chuckle. Do you remember me ? You know, your boyfriend ???

Feeling threatened, Em ? Jamal asked with a grin.

Not at all, Marshall replied sternly.

Not that we’d blame you, Em, Talia said playfully. I mean, that basketball was like half your age and twice your height ? Not to mention that he was buff…

Remind me why we’re eating with them and not at my place, babe ? He asked you with a faux-exasperated face.

Because we want to spend time with Y/N ! Talia shrieked. You’re basically stealing our bestie, Em.

I’m not stealing her, he said as he rolled his eyes.

After dinner, the two of you were cuddling on your bed, watching a movie and talking about outfits for an appearance Marshall was supposed to make on some documentary.

You can’t have me wear the Saint Laurent jacket all the time, he chuckled. People are going to think I only have one outfit.

But you look so good in it, you said. Plus, it really shows off your muscles. Like, your broad shoulders and everything…

Not enough, apparently, he muttered under his breath.

What ? You asked.

Nothing, he sighed before getting up.

Suddenly, he seemed a little bothered. You paused the movie and looked at him. He was standing in front of your mirror, inspecting himself, looking displeased at what he saw. You got up and hugged him from behind.

You look handsome, you whispered in his back.

I don’t, he groaned. I look like one of the seven dwarves.

You don’t, you giggled. What’s up with you ? Are you stressed out about this documentary ?

Not really, he said. I mean, I couldn’t care less.

What is it then ? You asked as you ran your hands on his stomach.

Don’t do that, he grumbled before removing your hands.

You looked at him, not really understanding. One minute you were cuddling and the next he didn’t seem to want you touching him. Plus, his snapping was sort of unusual. You sat on the bed and patted the mattress so that he would sit next to you.

Want to talk about it ? You asked softly.

Do you agree with Talia ? He asked.

About what ?

About those guys. he said. Do you think they’re better than me ?

You stared at him in disbelief. To you, it seemed like a stupid question. Of course they weren’t better than him.

You know she was just kidding, right ? You asked.

Yeah but… Are they ? He asked.

Of course not, you said. Why would you even worry about that ?

I think it’s pretty obvious why, he sighed. Just… forget it alright ?

He groaned again and got undressed. You thought he’d stay in his boxers, as he usually did when you went to bed, but he put on sweatpants he had left in your room a while ago and a tee-shirt, as well as a hoodie. He got under the covers while you stared at him.

What ? He asked in an annoyed tone. Why are you staring at me like that ?

Nothing, you said timidly. Are you… cold ? I can adjust the room’s temperature if you want.

I’m good, he said. Let’s go to bed, ok ? I have a big day tomorrow.

Sure, you said in a sad voice. Good night.

You quickly got into Marshall’s discarded tee-shirt, using it as a nightgown and got into bed. After turning the lights off, you got into your usual position, expecting him to cuddle with you as he always did, but he didn’t. It made you a little sad, although you knew it probably wasn’t a big deal. You were spending almost every night together and he was entitled to some distance if he wanted. This was your first night without cuddling and, without being overly dramatic, it felt like the end of an era. Even though the temperature of the room was perfectly fine, it felt cold. You grabbed a hoodie of his and put it on. When you got back in bed, he had turned and you could only see his back.

I love you, you whispered shyly.

Love you too, he mumbled.

You didn’t sleep too well that night. You ended up tossing and turning a lot, wondering what was on his mind and what you could do to make it better and if you were the one to blame. You hated that kind of mood. Back when you were with Simon, he would often be grumpy over small stuff and give you the silent treatment. This had led to you second-guessing everything and overthinking every time someone’s mood changed. Your heart sank a little as you fell asleep.

Fortunately, in the morning, Marshall’s mood seemed to have improved. You woke up to him kissing your forehead.

Hey you, you whispered in a sleepy voice.

Hey, you little hoodie thief, he chuckled.

Slept well ? You asked.

Yeah, I needed that, he said with a smile. Mind giving that hoodie back ? I have to get ready for the day.

There’s another of your hoodies in the closet.

I want this one, he chuckled.

It’s going to reek of me, you pointed out.

Maybe that’s what I want, he chuckled. I’m going to miss you today.

I’m going to miss you too, you said with a pout. How about we both blow off work and sleep in ?

I’d love to but I can’t, he chuckled. We’re having a session with a beatmaker I’m really excited to work with. Why don’t you come by after uni ? You’d really like his work.

Sure, you said.

He seemed genuinely excited and it made you happy. He often smiled, but his happiness radiated even more when it came to music, the thing he was born to do. You loved that he shared that with you. Of course, you cherished the moments when it was just the two of you, because it allowed for more intimacy, but you just loved watching him work.

When you were done with your day, you joined everyone at the studio. They had just finished recording a track with Chris, the beatmaker Marshall had told you about. Apparently, he had reached out through Porter and everyone on the team seemed to really like his stuff. You greeted everyone and they played the track for you. You immediately understood what all the fuss was about : Chris was insanely talented. What he did was different, but also in line with the vibe Marshall had chosen for the album. You complimented him and he ended up playing some of his beats for you while the others took a break. You also talked for a bit. The two of you were roughly the same age, making you the youngest in the room, and you had a lot of common cultural references, seeing as his mother was french. You even talked about french rap music and joked around. He seemed to take a liking towards you but you didn’t pay much attention to it. You were spoken for anyway. Plus, he was clearly the type to flirt with anyone and everyone so you knew it was nothing special here. When they got back to work, you watched them and you couldn’t take your eyes off Marshall. However, the session ran long. Not that it bothered you too much. You always enjoyed hanging out at the studio, getting a preview of what they were working on. Plus, Chris kept on joking with you, either in English or French. Whenever they couldn’t understand, the others threw a side-eye at you, so you tried to stick to English. When the session came to an end, Chris came to see you.

So, what did you think ? He asked.

I love your beats, you said earnestly. You’re super talented and I just can’t believe that you started a few months ago.

I have collabs with a bunch of other people, he said. They won’t be released for a few weeks, but maybe I can get your e-mail and send them to you ?

I’d like that, you said with a smile.

And then, maybe you can tell me what you think about them over dinner, a movie, that sort of stuff ? He added with a wink.

You were a bit taken aback. You quickly glanced at the others in the room. Porter and Royce were excited, Jamal was staring sternly and Marshall’s eyed seemed to have turned a shade darker. He was pursing his lips.

I’m sorry, you said, I’m not interested in dating right now.

Can’t blame me for trying, he said with a smile before kissing your hand.

He took a piece of paper and wrote his number on it before giving it to you.

I really enjoyed meeting you, Y/N. Maybe you can give me a call when you change your mind about dating ?

You blushed a little and mumbled before he left. His confidence was a bit unsettling. As soon as he was gone, Royce and Porter started groaning.

What was wrong with this one ? Royce asked as he crossed his arms.

Nothing, you said. I just said I’m not interested in dating.

Will you guys just stop pushing people on her ? Jamal asked with a frown. I don’t need a thousand suitors coming to my house trying to woo her.

Hey we didn’t plan for this one, Porter chuckled. But I think there’s something wrong with you, Y/N. This one was attractive, funny, french and more talented than any of us were at his age.

Told you, I’m not looking for anything right now, you said.

Well when that changes, you might want to give this one a call, though, Royce said. That’s the kind of guy you should be with.

You shook your head and changed the conversation subject, going back to music. After everyone left, you got in Marshall’s car to go to his place. You were happy to finally be alone with him. Plus, it was a Friday night, meaning that the two would be able to spend the next morning lounging in bed. As soon as he got into the car, you grabbed his hand but he pushed it away angrily.

Care to explain why you were flirting with that jackass right in front of me, Y/N ?!

What ?! You asked defensively.

Oh, please. “Oh my God, you’re so talented. I can’t believe you just started a few months ago”, he said, imitating your voice and vocalizing fake french words. You were practically riding his dick !!!

I was complimenting him ! I also complimented you when we first met, if you recall, you pointed out sternly.

He literally asked you out ! Marshall blurted.

And I said no ! Why are you making a big deal out of it ? I like his beats, so what ? I like a lot of stuff.

Yeah, you like him, he scoffed.

I don’t even know him, you said. You like his work as much as I do, so what’s the big deal ?

Yeah well I don’t think I’m going to use these beats anymore, he groaned.

You looked at him and let out an involuntary laugh.

He hit on me so you’re not going to work with him ? You asked in disbelief.

Well I don’t want to work with anyone who wants to fuck my girlfriend, he said. It’s a matter of respect.

Marshall… He doesn’t even know I’m your girlfriend, you said softly. Everyone thinks I’m single.

Well maybe that’s the fucking problem ! He screamed.

You stared at him in confusion. You took a deep breath and tried to keep your composure, even though you were startled by his outburst of anger.

I’m lost here, you said. Walk me through it, because it doesn’t make much sense…

You’re not here all the time. You don’t hear everyone commenting on how cute and sweet you are. On how they love you and anyone would be lucky to date you because you’re a goddamn catch. And how “That’s too bad for that dude Josh, he seemed great”. You don’t see everyone looking at you because you’re the brightest person in every room you enter. I do.

He took a deep breath and avoided your gaze.

And I know it makes sense to keep it on the low, right now, he added. We agreed to it and shit but then, I see you with that dude who is like half my age and talented as fuck and I’m like… It gets to me. That’s it. You heard Royce. That’s the kind of dude you should be with.

You smiled shyly and took his hand that was balled in a fist. You kissed his knuckles and caressed his cheek as he closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

So you’re… insecure ? You asked softly.

If you want to call it that, yeah, he admitted with a groan.

You really shouldn’t be, you said. You are the brightest person in every room, my love. Especially when you’re in the studio. You’re great and everyone reveres you. Same goes for me. I only have eyes for you and every time I hang out here, I am amazed at how great and talented you are. And yes, I complimented that guy, because he is talented. But his talent and his beats, they make you shine even more because you are the one putting them to good use. You’re the one writing incredible lyrics and rapping them. No one does it like you.

You think ? He asked.

Of course, you said with a smile. And as for me practically riding his dick, don’t you dare say that to me again. Because yours is the only one I want to ride and I will prove it to you right now if I have to.

He let out a laugh and kissed you.

I’m sorry for losing my temper, baby, he said gently. And I’d love to take you on that offer but we’re in a public parking lot.

Then let’s drive to your place and I’ll get on my knees to show you how much I appreciate you, you offered with a devilish grin.

He laughed, kissed you again and wasted no time before starting the car. During the short drive to his place, you strategically placed your hand on his thigh, tracing circles on it, gently teasing him. When you got to his house, as soon as the front door was closed, you immediately jumped on him and removed his jacket and tee-shirt. Now that the two of you were alone, there was no reason why you should keep your hands off each other. You shoved him against the wall and immediately dropped to your knees. You undid his pants, letting his cock spring free and began licking the head. He closed his eyes and let you work your magic. You stroked him as you licked, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could. His fingers were in your hair, slightly pulling and encouraging you.

I’m not going to last long, he warned.

You shrugged to show it didn’t really matter to you. All you wanted was to pleasure him and for him to enjoy the moment. But he stopped you and made you get up.

What are you… ? You began asking.

I want to be inside of you, baby.

He quickly undressed you and pinned you against the wall as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He immediately picked up a fast pace, wasting no time. He was thrusting into you harder than ever, kissing you sloppily.

Say you’re mine, he whispered in your ear.

Of course I am, you chuckled softly.

Say it. I want to hear it.

I’m… Yours, you said as he slammed into you. Yours only, Marshall.

Right when you thought it wasn’t possible, he thrusted into you harder and made you come, taking the both of you to climax. You came at the same time and ended up panting on the floor. You were both sweaty, dripping messes, but as far as you were concerned, you were too stunned and exhausted to move. Your eyes were closed and you felt Marshall’s fingers stroking your cheeks.

You’re a goddess, he said before kissing your forehead.

You simply hummed in response. You were so tired you could fall asleep right then and there.

Up, he said. Let’s shower.

Bath ? You tried to negotiate. I don’t feel like standing up.

Bath it is, princess, he said as he picked you up and carried you.

I’m going to be so sore, you complained with a small laugh.

Good, he said with a hint of pride. That’ll remind you of me. Of who you belong to.

Territorial much ? You teased.

He didn’t bother responding. He drew a bath and you settled in his arms and between his legs as he looked at you intensely before starting to wash your back.

You don’t need to worry about anyone else, you said softly. There’s only you. You are the only one I want to be with. The only one I want to sleep with.

I know, he said as he interlocked his fingers with yours. But…

He stopped and sighed.

What’s wrong, my love ?

You don’t have to agree, and I know it’s early but… What if we went public ? Like, not “public” public, obviously, but… People we know ? He asked.

You took a second before responding. You were a little stunned that he even suggested that. Plus, you didn’t feel ready, as you were scared that it might change the group dynamic. You didn’t want to suddenly become “Em’s girl”.

I don’t know, you said. Do you think it would make you feel better ?

I guess, he said. But you know, it’s not just a territorial thing. I mean, I want to claim you as mine so that the guys stop suggesting that you date and that these other dudes know that they should back off, don’t get me wrong but… Being with you feels natural. Pretending I’m not feels like lying.

I’m not ready for people to know about us, you said.

Are you ashamed of me ? He asked bluntly, his behavior suddenly changing.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. The idea that you might be ashamed of him seemed preposterous to you. He was the hottest man you knew, the wet dream of millions of people around the world, insanely smart and talented. If anything, you thought he might be the one ashamed of being with someone as bland as you.

Ashamed of you ? Why would I be ashamed of you, Marsh ?

You tell me, he groaned.

That’s stupid, you said as you shook your head.

Now I’m stupid ? Great, he said before getting up and leaving you alone in the bathtub.

Marshall, don’t…, you began to say, but he left and went to his bedroom.

You groaned as you got up as well, your body still sore from your earlier exertions. You grabbed a robe and joined him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist, looking pissed off.

What’s with you, lately ? You asked.

Nothing.

Clearly, there’s something, you said. Yesterday, you got distant out of the blue, then you acted jealous before claiming me as yours and now you think I’m ashamed of you ? Where is all that coming from ? You asked calmly.

I never thought a girl would be reluctant to tell anyone she’s dating me, he said.

So, that’s ego, you pointed out.

No, it’s not fucking ego ! If it was, I could easily get anyone else and it would be a done deal, he said as he rolled his eyes.

Way to make me feel good and convince me to go public with you, you said sarcastically.

He looked at you and sighed before taking your hand.

I didn’t mean it like that, he said apologetically. All I’m saying is… I don’t understand why you want to hide our relationship, he said. I thought it was going great.

It is going great, you said softly.

So what is it ? He asked. Is it because I’m old ? Because of how I look ? What makes you so ashamed of me ?

You looked at him in disbelief. He seemed sad and genuinely thought you were ashamed of him. It broke your heart.

I don’t think fifty qualifies as old, Marshall, you said.

Fifty-one, he bitterly corrected.

You could be ten years younger or older, it wouldn’t matter to me, you know ? You said. And it's not how you look either. You look great. I mean… Have you seen yourself in a mirror ?

I have, that’s the problem, he groaned. I’ve also seen the last two guys you dated and the men Royce and Porter keep on trying to set you up with. I know I’m not your type.

Of course, you’re my type, you said softly.

Come on, have you seen them ? They’re all at least 6”5, most of them are super buff…

Yeah, well, I have dated tall men, you shrugged. But you’re muscular too.

I’m not tall, he sighed. And I haven’t worked out too much lately. I think I’ve put on a few, actually…, he added as he touched his stomach.

Marshall, I’m 4”9, you chuckled. You might not be as tall as other guys I have dated, but you’re still a freaking giant to me ! And I like your body the way it is. It’s freaking perfect. You might not hit the gym as much as you used to, but with all the time you spend fucking me in those weird positions, I think you work out just as much, if not more…

True, he chuckled. But I don’t know, Talia said…

Talia was just teasing you, you said softly. You know how she is. She loves being mean to you.

She’s a fucking bully, he said.

But she’s like that because she likes you, you said.

I know, it’s just… I’m a bit sensitive about that, I guess ? He shrugged. Like, I’m aware that you have a lot of options. And that some of them are literally half my age.

Ok, you said calmly. I think we should address this because it seems like you’re obsessing over it, at this point. What’s up with your age ? You seem to make a big deal out of it. You have always pointed out our age difference, but it seems to bother you more, these days.

Royce made a joke the other day, he admitted. Or a… comment. I don’t know.

What did he say ?

That if I wasn’t too old for you, maybe I would have had a chance to put you in my bed, he said.

Well joke’s on him, you chuckled. Because we’re in bed together almost every night. And I love your age.

You love my age ? He asked in disbelief.

Well, I do love that you are experienced, you said with a wink. You’re the best sex I’ve ever had. Like, no one makes me come like you. And I had never even squirted before you.

Really ?

Yes, you giggled. And, the sex thing aside, I like the fact that you’re more mature than guys my age. So you don’t have to worry : I am not ashamed of you or anything. If we were the same age, we wouldn’t even be together.

What do you mean ?

Well, if I had met you twenty years ago, I would probably have thought you were an asshole, from what I gathered, you explained. And right now, I wouldn’t be as attractive. I’d be… older. You men age like fine wine but what you see of me right now is my prime.

The asshole thing is true, he chuckled. But I’m not fucking DiCaprio, you know ? I’m not only into girls who are in their twenties. And for the record, you’d be beautiful at any age. I’ll still love you when you’re 51. I’ll be an old man by then and you will have put me in a retirement home, but I’ll still be crazy about you.

You swooned at how sweet it was that he thought about loving you almost twenty-five years from now. It implied that things were serious between the two of you and that he thought your relationship might be going somewhere. You sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck before kissing him softly.

I love you, he said.

I love you too, you whispered. I’m so happy and proud to be your girlfriend.

You are ? He mused.

Of course, you giggled.

So… Can I ask why you don’t want people to know about us ? He asked carefully.

I just don’t want people to get the wrong idea, you admitted.

What idea ?

That I’m dating you because you’re this famous rapper. I like the Eminem, talented dude part for sure. But I’m not dating him. I’m dating Marshall Mathers. I’m with you because you are the most caring, funny, nice and good-looking man I know. I’m more interested in your comic book collection than your career anyway. And I don’t want people to see me as just your girlfriend. I like being their friend too, you know ?

I see, he said. That makes sense, actually.

He kissed your cheek and played with your hair.

Sorry for being a dick, he apologized.

It’s fine, you said. There’s something else, too…

Mmmh ?

People knowing about us would include your family, right ? You asked.

Well… yeah, he said. I guess I hadn’t really thought about that. But yeah, I guess.

Now you might be the one ashamed of me, you giggled.

Not at all, he said reassuringly. You’re right, it might be too early for that. But I am in love with you and I’m serious about us. So, at some point, I’d like to tell them about you.

Aren’t you scared of what they will think ? You asked nervously.

Not really, he said. They will love you. You have no idea how long they have been pestering me about dating, so you’re probably going to come across as some sort of savior.

They won’t think it’s weird ? You asked.

I don’t think so, he said. I haven’t really thought about that, I guess. I never thought I’d want to introduce anyone to my family anyway, you know ? But I know that they’re going to like you. You already get along with Hailie and I know that Lainey and Stevie will love you. But we’ll see how it goes when you meet them as my friend anyway.

You really want us to meet ? You asked in shock, suddenly nervous.

Chill, he chuckled. It’s not going to be any sort of proper introduction or anything like that. But they usually come and watch football games with me, either here or at the stadium. There’s always a bunch of friends too. So I might invite you, Talia and Jamal. What do you think ?

As long as I don’t have to wear stupid Lions apparel, you chuckled.

You don’t get to disrespect my team under my roof, he said with a faux frown.

It’s not the team, it’s the outfit, you corrected with a smile. I don’t even understand the rules anyway.

Now I’m ashamed of you, he joked.

You chuckled and kissed him.

Be ashamed of me all you want, but I’m starting to get cold and I want my bath, you said as you got up. Care to join ?

Sure, he replied with a smile. I’ll explain the rules to you, once again.

No, you begged - fully knowing that he could be unstoppable when it came to talking about football.

Come on, it’s easy, he began.

I didn’t ask for it, you said sheepishly.

But you just said you don’t know the rules of football, he said.

Doesn’t mean I care, you giggled. I swear, if you start talking about football, I will rap some Benzino.

Do that under my roof and you’re dead, woman, he said before tickling you.

You tried to push him away but he was too strong for you. He pushed you onto the bed and buried his face in your neck, gently nipping at the sweet spot he knew you had. You couldn’t control your moans as he started sucking on it and untying your robe, exploring your body with his hands. You were sore but clearly ready for another round. After some sweet love making, you got back to the bathroom to draw another bath - the water being too cold now and saw your reflection in the mirror. You let out a gasp. Your neck was full of hickies. Marshall arrived behind you with a shit-eating grin.

I’m going to kill you, you sighed.

What ? Just because we’re not going public doesn’t mean I’m letting people think you’re single, he chuckled.

They're going to think I’m dating a freak, you commented as you inspected the hickies and figured out they’d be hard to hide.

I should have done that earlier, he said with a smile. Now maybe Royce and Porter will stop.

If I have to walk around like this, I’m going to start leaving hickies too, you threatened.

Don’t you dare, he chuckled. My kids are going to freak out if they see that.

You owe me, then, you said sternly.

Anything you want, princess, he said lovingly.

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ok its 4am on saturday but i was just possessed by a demon who forced a fic idea into the crevices of my brain and made me start writing before i could sleep so in the true spirit of fuck it, here's my fuck it friday ! thank u for the tags <3 @eddiebabygirldiaz @jeeyuns @try-set-me-on-fire

(again, its 4am and this is straight from my notes app. if there are mistakes, well, fork in the kitchen)

it's been three days since maddie and chimney exchanged their life-altering vows under flourescent hospital lights.

bobby and athena's backyard is lit up with fairy lights and lanterns, littered with wildflower-stuffed mason jars and leftover confetti. buck thought the original wedding venue was beautiful, sure, but it's got nothing on this.

maybe that's because, this time, it's just their little family -- buck's parents already flew home with a half-baked excuse -- and there's no pressure to get it right after getting it so, so wrong. athena helped maddie hem her dress where it got ripped down the middle of the train (much to josh's dismay) so it sits just above her ankles. and buck -- begrudgingly helped by chris -- bedazzled chim's boot with the eclectic selection of rhinestones that were available at the dollar store this morning.

chim's a little unsteady on his feet as he sways with maddie on the dew-soaked spring grass, etta james crooning from a speaker somewhere, but if buck could hear his heartbeat, he knows it would be beating sure and steady, in tandem with maddie's. they both have tears in the eyes and eyes for nobody but each other and buck's heart is just about fit to burst.

it's absolutely perfect.

an hour ago, bobby had pulled him into the bathroom to fix buck's tie and tell him that he was proud of him. fifty-six minutes ago, buck had walked maddie through the glass doors onto the patio while jee waddled ahead, flowers petals spilling in clumps from her tiny hands in an attempt to throw them. maddie had forgone the charade and swooped chimney in for a kiss right away, cradling his neck when she dipped him, just a little, a pink blush flooding his cheeks. tommy didn't come in a helicopter this time, but he still swooped in with that impeccable timing to open the car door for buck, like a goddamn high schooler at prom. an hour and a half ago, he held buck's hand as they entered the house and buck tried not to think too much about how sweaty his palms were getting. twenty one minutes ago, he placed a fresh beer in buck's hands before buck had even realized he'd finished his last one. twenty minutes ago, buck had kissed him on the cheek in thanks, easy as anything, and snaked an arm around his waist. and now? now he's dancing with tommy -- beautiful, sweet, charming tommy -- at his sisters wedding, and it's absolutely fucking perfect.

except buck can't even look at his best friend.

again its not friday anymore + i have no idea who's done this so i'm just gonna tag the besties! consider this a share anything u want/seven sentence sunday/i love u tag!

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Something I think about a lot in the hunger games movies is the way younger Peeta's hair is brunette.

You know, the scene where he throws Katniss the bread? Why is his hair brown?

Does he bleach it? And if so, why?? He went through the trauma of the hunger games and came home like "hold up lemme touch up my roots"??

Or did younger Peeta just dye his brown?? Or am I insane and his hair was just supposed to be, like, wet or something and that's why it was dark?

Anyways please give me your thoughts on bottle blonde Peeta it's driving me crazy thanks 🙏

Anon I have incredible news about my thoughts on Bottle Blonde Peeta™️

I actually somehow forgot to bring this point up though because you're right. I don't- how-

Like, listen. I'm a dirty blonde naturally and if an iota of oil gets on that shit it looks like the blackest brown I've ever seen. But my god, he ain't even wet! (RIP Josh Hutcherson, you got did done so fucking dirty that entire series and you were so nice about it. You would've loved wigs. Good on you for getting one in that end scene.)

No but honestly, I like- okay. I love the idea that after Peeta gets out of the first Hunger Games, finds out Katniss was lying about her feelings and just storms to the town beautyshop like "I need brows and lowlights, fucking stat." Because his 'Catching Fire' was was scrumptitiyumyum in the most Bottle Blonde Peeta™️ sense imaginable. I literally was talking about this series with my bestie who's a hairdresser yesterday and according to her, Peeta's untoned, noodle poodle hate crime ass with the dark as my demon soul at 9 o'clock on a Sunday morning ass roots is a punishment from the Capitol for his bullshit and a lack of care on the part of District 13.

But circling back to 'Catching Fire,' it is canon in my heart and soul that Peeta poured his heart out to Delly about his latest traumas in his sparkling new bomb ass bathroom while she dyed his roots and tinted his brows to show he's an independent man who ain't need no Katniss. (While sobbing to Taylor Swift about how much he wants Katniss.) Which lead to him just having the worst dye job for the rest of the series until he finally stops fucking with it after he marries Katniss. (He would be such a hair guy, I'm sorry.)

(I also adore the idea that Peeta eventually stops tinting his brows one time because he feels like he's too old for that shit only to recieve a bottle of Just For Men in the mail that is clearly from Haymitch. He could've just walked over here and given it to him that way, but that would've required seeing Browless Peeta™️ and he's had enough trauma for one life.)

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Eternal - Part One

A vampire!gvf multi-part dark romance AU (Josh Kiszka x reader, GVF x reader)

Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Mentions of blood, death, vampirism. This chapter itself contains mentions of sex, possessive behavior, and strange dreams.

AN: A huge shoutout to @lunaindigoraven for being the best and workshopping this with me for MONTHS and encouraging me to keep going on it! I couldn't do it without you bestie!!! Thank you guys so much for being patient as I worked through a bunch of crap in my life and finally got this little story together for yall! I'm so excited to share this work with you! I don't have a schedule for this fic like I've had before, but hopefully it will be weekly!

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“We’re just moving in opposite directions.” the words echoed in your head. “It’s nothing you’ve done, but I just don’t think we’re a good fit any more.” those are the words your fiancé had said to you a month ago, when you came home to find him in the process of moving his things from your apartment. What had started as a trip home in the middle of the day to surprise your work-from-home fiancé with some ‘afternoon delight’ turned into a night of heartbreak.

You let yourself wallow longer than you cared to admit. You had moved to a new city, and met Drew shortly after, and the whirlwind romance blossomed. Dinners and drinks and dancing turned into moving in with one another, settling down and starting a domestic life, cooking meals and folding laundry together. You were building a life with him after the past three years, and suddenly, everything you had built was pulled out from under you. It wasn’t until your work friend, Willa, took pity on you and invited you out with a small group of her girlfriends for a night out.

That’s how you ended up here. You’d been coming almost nightly to this club, to drink, dance and maybe go home with a stranger. It felt good to forget for a little while, how your life had crashed down around you. The other dancers around you didn’t care what you were going through, the drinks were okay, and the occasional partner you went home with satisfied your need for touch.

As you moved to the music, you began to feel like you were being watched. Shaking your hair from your face you glanced around the club, trying to spy anyone looking in your direction. As you scanned, you locked eyes with a man in a vintage looking tailored suit, lounging back in a chair in one of the V.I.P. areas off to the side of the dance floor, up a level and separated by thick velvet ropes. He seemed at ease as he watched you dance, like he was watching a performance meant for him. He ran a hand through his curls as he watched, giving you a small smirk. You gave him a quick up and down as you turned away.

He’d been there every night this week as well, sitting in that damn chair while his friends partied around him. You’d met eyes with him a few times since you’d started coming to the night club, the two of you always sending seemingly flirty looks to one another, but nothing ever coming from it.

You moved yourself into the crowd further, trying to shake the feeling of his eyes on you and lose yourself in the loud music again. If he wasn’t going to make a move, you weren’t going to be bothered by his attentions. Swaying your hips and rolling your shoulders back you let the music and alcohol take over again. Making eye contact with Willa, you both started dancing together. Her hand laced with yours and the two of you moved your bodies together for a while before a hand rested on your waist.

Letting go of Willa and turning, you came eye to eye with the man from the VIP section, looking down at you. His hand moved to the small of your back but the pressure was light, like he wanted you to make the move closer instead of him pulling you in. Instead, you turned back around as a new, slightly slower song started playing. His hands rested on your hips now as you continued your dancing, drawing out the figure-eights you were doing with your hips and subtly pushing back against him. The man matched your movements and you felt the grip on your hips become more firm, yet he still let you lead and let you be the one to choose to move your body closer.

It wasn’t so bad, dancing with this stranger. In fact, the way his one hand now wound around your front, resting on your stomach to hold you in place against him felt nice. You felt his breath on your neck and reached behind you, resting your hand on the back of his neck. The two of you danced through the next few songs, not caring about the tempo or if you were off beat, it felt like you were in your own world, being jostled around by other dancers around you. After a while, the man turned you around, asking if you wanted a drink. You nodded, suddenly realizing how parched you were. He took your hand, leading you through the crowd and to the bar.

You settled at the bar, on the stool next to this man that you'd been dancing with. As you waited for the bartenders attention, you caught the eye of a tall blonde man down to your left. If this guy didn’t work out, maybe a tall blonde could meet your needs tonight. You bit your bottom lip and gave him a smile as he looked you over. You straightened your posture, making sure your chest was pushed forward as you shoulders rolled back and you watched the man's eyes dart down to the low neckline of your dress.

You didn’t notice how the jaw of the man next to you clenched at the exchange of looks you were currently in with this stranger, and his arm crossed your lap, hand grabbing your left thigh, letting his fingertips dig into the flesh of your exposed thigh and dragged your seat next to his until you’re flush against him.

“There’ll be none of that tonight, love.” you turned towards him, scoffing at his nonchalant yet demanding tone. You didn’t want to let on that the small spark of jealously and the pet name from him made your stomach flip with excitement.

“And why not? I’m a free woman.” the man's golden brown eyes stared down at you, glinting in the neon lights at the clubs bar. You felt your heart start to pound in your chest. The way he looked at you, there was a hunger in his eyes, yet he was reserved, like he was going to wait for you to offer yourself on a platter to him, like he knew you would. It made you feel like you were on fire, and you were sure your cheeks were tinged with red.

“Woman, yes. Free? Not any longer.” His fingers flexed and dug into your thigh. "You're mine." you narrowed your eyes at him, trying to fight the smirk that wanted cross your face. All the nights of looks across the dance floor and he was finally breaking.

"And what if I don't want to be yours? Tonight or ever." you shot back with a raise of your eyebrows, challenging him and leaning in. He smirked confidently down at you, and let his fingers trace up to the hemline of your skirt, creeping under and grazing the skin of your inner thigh. He leaned in close, his lips grazing your cheek before moving to your ear, his voice low and slow.

"Your body language tonight seems to say otherwise." he murmured. “Tell me, have any of the men you’ve left with recently even satisfied you?” you took a quiet, deep breath in as you tried to keep your composure. The way this man looked at you, especially so closely, was making you feel like melting into the stool beneath you, and his hand on your leg wasn’t helping.

“And why would that be your business?” you squinted at him, trying to remain coy. The man licked his lower lip slowly as he smirked down at you.

“It’s not, but I don’t think you’d be coming here every night for a week if they were.”

“And you think you can do the job?”

“Oh, I know I can.” you pursed your lips, looking away from him and ran your tongue over your teeth to give yourself a few moments to think of a good comeback. “But you’ll have to wait a little longer for that.” you eyed him, sizing him up. His lips were curled into a smarmy smile that somehow charmed you, and you found yourself disappointed he was getting up from the barstool next to you. He finished off his drink and nodded to the bartender. “Your tab is taken care of, thank you for the dance, love.” he took your hand before you knew it, pressing his soft lips to the back of it, a small tingle being left in it’s wake when he pulled away, giving you a small smoldering look as he left you.

It was like you blinked and he was gone, disappearing into the crowd, presumably to make his way back to the VIP section. You turned back towards the bar, tossing back the fruity drink special and moving to get up. The blonde man from across the bar was making his way over now, and you raised a hand up in his direction, shaking your head and walking away, moving to the front of the club to get your coat from the coat check.

While you waited for coat check, you sent a quick text to Willa, letting her know you were leaving and you’d see her at work the next day, before shoving the phone back into your bag, and slipping on your coat. You were able to get a cab outside fairly quickly and tucked yourself into the backseat after giving the driver your address, watching out the window as the lights of the city passed. You hadn’t realized you’d been running your fingers over the spot on the back of your hand where the man had kissed until you had to stop, and open the cab door. Your thoughts had only been of the man; his confidence in your attraction to him, his entire aura was dizzying and consuming.

Crawling into your bed, a sigh left your lips while the blankets settled around you. A momentary break in the quiet peace when your cat, Jameson, jumped up onto your bed, curling up near your pillow. The Siamese cat purred loudly as he fell asleep, contented that you were home. Closing your eyes, you focused on the soft noise from the animal, letting it lull you to your own sleep, thinking only of the dark, sparkling brown eyes that had made your heart feel like it was on fire.

Wind swirled around you, whipping your hair across your face as you tried to take in your surroundings. Once you were able to clear your vision, your eyes only saw darkness. Putting out a hand to feel your way around, your palm came into contact with something rough after only a few steps. Running your fingers over the object, it felt wooden, scratchy, and jagged, and you soon realized it was a tree trunk.

As if a switched were flicked, a bright, shining light burst from the leaves above, showcasing the vibrant green of them, the rich browns of the branches and trunk itself. Under your hand, you felt a beat, and placing your other palm flat against the large trunk, you let out an astonished gasp as the tree pulsed, as if it were a beating heart. Your mind was racing, thinking about how amazing of a discovery this could be, and how beautiful the tree was, gazing up through the leaves. The joy in your heart was immeasurable, and you wanted to wrap your arms around the trunk as far as you could and cling to it.

Basking in the glow, you almost didn’t notice the shadows at the edge of the light. Flickering and moving like smoke, twisting in angry swirls as they tried to enter into the light, only to be forced out. A pit formed in your stomach as you watched them, whatever they were, try to fight their way against whatever invisible force was keeping them out. You backed yourself against the tree trunk, knowing your body was too small to really protect it if they should break through. The wind picked up again, the branches creaking and swaying , and your eyes widened as you noticed them moving, coming down around you, as if the tree was instead protecting you. As you felt yourself become cocooned in the limbs, you saw one of the shadows strike against the edge of the light, over and over again until a crack sounded, and suddenly darkness flooded through. A silent scream ripped from your throat, your eyes squeezing shut as the black mass shot towards you, sounding like a train barreling down the tracks.

Then suddenly, you were sitting up in your bed, your eyes focusing in the darkness of your bedroom, cold shivers running through your body. Your shirt was stuck to your skin from sweat, and you tossed the blankets off, pulling the material off your body and going to the closet for a new, dry shirt. After getting yourself some water in the kitchen, you went back to your bedroom, rubbing your face tiredly and setting the glass down on the nightstand. A glimmer in the moonlight caught your eye as you lifted your hand away from the glass, and you furrowed your brow, picking up the delicate gold chain. A sheer, white stone pendant hung from it in the shape of teardrop. It was small, and you couldn’t remember where you’d gotten it. You didn’t even remember seeing it before. And yet you unclasped the hook and eye, putting it around your neck and letting the pendant rest just above your chest as you climbed back into bed, turning over and grabbing Jameson from his perch by your head and pulling him into your body, falling back asleep.

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“I take it you ran into Jon.” Ishana said as she took in the scowl on Dominique’s face as she stomped over to where Ishana was waiting for her in the lobby. “You’re late but you look good as fuck bestie.” Dominique smiled and gave a little 360 turn before giving Ishana a hug.

“ I do not want to talk about Jonathan tonight. Tonight is about us having a good time. No relationship talk.” Dominique said, the scowl returning to her face as she and Ishana walked over to where Kayla and Carmella were waiting for them.

“What happened?” Dominique huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “The same thing we’ve been arguing about for weeks. He got upset and stormed out of the room.” Dominique shrugged, looking into one of the mirrors in the hotel lobby fixing her hair. “Ready to go?” She asked her group of friends, only to turn around and see the three of them giving her the same disappointed stare. “What?”

“You’re acting like you don’t care that your fiance stormed out on you.”

“I don’t” Dominique deadpanned, rolling her eyes when Kayla, Carmella and Ishana shared a look. “No relationship talk" She reminded Ishana. "So” She said, clapping her hands together, bringing her friends attention to her, “Are we going to the club or not?"

It was a Friday night and the club was damn near packed with their fellow WWE employees’ and with groupies that heard that the WWE was in town. Dominique rolled her eyes and she and her friends walked past another group of women and heard them squealing about ‘Roman and The Usos being there’

So he is here. Dominique thought to herself as she looked around to see if she could catch a glimpse of him. Clearing her throat she turned her attention back to her friends. She did not need to think about Jon tonight.. Tonight was supposed to be a Jon free night. She was there to have fun and that’s what she was going to do.

“I'm going to get our drinks!” Dominique yelled over the music as she and her friends found a table for them to chill at. Her friends nodded and rattled off their drink orders.

As Dominique made her way over to the club she had gotten the attention of three individuals in the club and one of them decided to not waste any time and walk over to her.

“Damn sis” Josh laughed, as he leaned against the bar next to Dominique. “You tryna’ have twin bust a blood vessel or something.” She rolled her eyes and pulled him into a hug . “You know he's here right” Josh asked to which Dominique nodded. “You see him yet?”

“No and I’m not looking for him. I just wanna have a good time tonight. He nodded and took a sip of the drink in his hand, eyes darting over to where Dominique assumed Jon was, watching them before returning his gaze back to her. From where she was standing she could see the 'RAISE YA ONES FOR THE BLOODLINE.’ sign and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It was so corny and thirsty.

“I feel you. But we got a section if yall wanna come over and chill with us.” He said, paying for her and her friends first round of drinks and going back over to his section.

“Uce! Yo Uce!” Josh yelled over the music as he made his way back over to where Jon was talking with Kofi. He was happy as hell Dominique showed up here tonight. He needed to get Jon and Dom back on good terms not only for their sake but for his as well. He loved his brother to death, but he was sick and tired of listening to him bitch about Dominique.

“What happened Josh, You good?” Jon asked him, turning away from his conversation with Kofi to look at him.

“Dominique’s here.” When Jon just shrugged, Josh continued. “Aye Uce, I understand you mad at her right now but- “

“But nothing, Josh,” Jon sighed. “You’re the one who told me to come out tonight to forget about my problems with Dom and now that we’re in the same building you changing your mind?” Jon scoffed and shook his head. “Just drop it Uce.” Josh sighed and nodded his head. “Thank you.” Jon turned his attention back to Kofi and finished their conversation.

Josh sucked his teeth and walked over to the railing that overlooked the dance floor, Jon and Dom were perfect for each other in Josh’s eyes, and he was going to do everything in his power to get the both of them to see that they needed each other. His started to look for Dominique, and smiled once he saw her but his smile dropped when he noticed who had snaked his way next to her. “Fuckin’ Orton.”

Ishana looked at Randy in confusion as he slid up next to her and Dominique on the dance floor. “What the fuck” She mouthed to Dominique who shrugged in return.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight.” Randy said, smiling down and Dominique.

“Oh, yeah well you know.” Dominique said with a shrug. “It’s Friday and my friends wanted a night out.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” He said, pointing towards the bar and before Dominique could answer, Ishana interjected.

“Actually, we were just leaving.” She said, trying to grand Dominique’s hand and lead her away from Randy.

“No we weren’t.” Dominique furrowed her eyebrows at Ishana, ignoring the look she was throwing her way as she released herself from Ishana’s grip. “And I could really use a drink.” Dominique grabbed Randy’s hand leading him away from a confused as fuck Ishana.

“I’m guessing you and the fiance still not talking huh?” Randy asked and when Dom cut her eyes over him, he pointed to her bare ring finger. “I know he paid a fortune for it so y’all gotta be fighting for it to not be on your finger.” Dominique sighed and rubbed her bare finger.

“Yeah, I uh- I threw it at him this morning after an argument we had.”

“About what?” Dominique narrowed her eyes at him as the bartender placed their drinks down in front of them. “Oh, come on. We used to be really good friends when you were Hunter’s assistant.”

“Fine, He said that loving me was like torture.”

“No.” He gasped “Why did he say that?” Dominique sighed and picked up her drink, throwing the whole thing back, ignoring the burn it made in her chest. She had made it her main goal to not talk about her relationship with Jon tonight but it seemed like Randy wasn’t letting it go.

“He wants to get married right now but I don’t want that. And yes it’s been nine months but who cares about that? Why can’t he just be content with us being engaged right now? “

Randy nodded as he took in her words. “Listen, i’m about to break bro code right now but, Jimmy loves you to death. When I'm actually in the locker room all he ever talks about is you and how he can’t wait until he gets to see you walk down the aisle and to finally be able to call you his wife.” Dominique blinked back tears as she listened to Randy.

“This feels very planned.” She said with a watery laugh and Randy laughed too.

“I mean, I did run into him on the elevator earlier and he gave me the same rundown you did.” He chuckled lowly when she rolled her eyes. ‘Listen, I know when two people belong together. And you two belong together. Take it from me. I’ve lost the love of my life being stupid and indecisive with her.” Randy pulled Dom into a hug. “He knows that you're scared but to be honest love is scary but all he wants from you is to show him that you want to get married, go look at dresses, show him some venues or something.” Randy gave her one last hug before finishing his drink and placed a 20 dollar bill on the bar top then walking away.

Dominique sucked in a deep breath as she looked around the bar for a sight of Jon, Josh or Joe. It was time to apologize to her man.

Josh was talking with Ishana about when he spotted Dominique walking towards them. “Here comes Dom.” He said and looked in the direction where he last spotted Jon, his heart dropping into his stomach as he noticed Jon and one of the bottle girls were way too close to each other, and Jon had his hand on her lower back. “The fuck.”

“You better go over there because if I do imma take that bottle she holdin’ and wack his ass upside his head.” Ishana said as she glared over at Jon. While they were staring at Jon they didn’t notice Dominique had come and stood right next to them and was looking at Jon as well.

Jon smiled at the bottle girl. He leaned closer so he could hear what she was saying.

“You’re so much cuter in person” She whispered in his ear, and warning bells went off in his head but he ignored it. If Dominique didn’t want to marry him maybe this girl did. Dom did tell him to go and find someone else right?

“Thanks baby girl. What’s your name?” He said, flashing her a smile.

“Kendra.” He went to say something else but someone bumped into her causing her to trip into him and push him onto the couch with her landing in his lap. He wrapped an arm around her waist so she wouldn’t fall.

“Shit you alright?” He asked her, the fall causing him to spill his drink on her. He tried to help her wipe the liquid off of her but she waved him off.

“Yeah I'm good.” She bit her lip and looked at him through her lashes. “ I know this is very forward but can I have your number or I can put my number in your phone.” Jon hesitated before handing her his phone. Watching her type her number into his phone felt wrong. The whole interaction felt wrong and he wanted to immediately delete the contact when she handed him back his phone.

“You gon text me right?” She asked, biting her lip and Jon nodded his head.

“Yeah imma text you.” He lied. Satisfied with his answer she smiled at him. She stood up off his lap when one of her coworkers called her name. She bent down and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

“Wow.” Jon felt his stomach drop. He stood up and turned towards Dominique who was looking at him with pure disgust. Josh and Ishanna were standing behind her. Ishana looked like she wanted to kill him and his own twin brother was looking at him in disappointment.

He opened his mouth to say something but Dominique scoffed and stormed out of the section with Ishana hot on her heels.

“You know for being nine whole minutes older than me. You sure are dumb as fuck.” Josh gritted out.

“That was your girlfriend or something?” Kendra asked, looking in the direction Dominique went. Jon didn’t answer her, he rubbed his hand down his face groaning.

“That was his fiance.” Josh said, turning his lip up at his brother. Kendra shrugged and turned towards Jon.

“Oh well, Don’t forget to text me.” She said before winking at Jon before walking away from them. Josh sucked his teeth and looked at his brother again.

“Man, whatchu’ still doing here. Go get Dom.” He said but Jon just shook his head and sat back down.

“I’m too drunk to deal with this right now.” Jon groaned and picked up another shot, downing it before grabbing another.

“Dom, wait!” Ishana called out, trying to keep up with Dominique.

“Go back inside. I’m fine.” Dominique said as she wiped some tears that fell.

“No you're not. I’ll go back to the hotel with you.” Ishana watched as her friend wrapped her arms around herself, a telltale sign that she was about to break down.

“Ishana please, go back inside. I’ll text you once I get back. Promise.” When Ishana didn’t say anything Dominique looked up at her. “Please.” She pleaded again. Ishana sighed and nodded, giving her friend a firm hug before going back into the club.

“Out of all the idiotic shit you’ve done over the years. This one takes the cake!” Ishana yelled at Jon. He ignored her and continued to push through the crowd, trying to exit the club. Ishana went to yell at him again but Josh grabbed her arm.

“Chill, he knows he fucked up.” Josh said, but Ishana wasn’t tryna hear it. Josh didn’t see the look in Dominique’s eyes, they didn’t see how broken she looked waiting for her uber.

“Nah, fuck all that. He needs to understand how bad he hurt her.”

“Chill.” Josh said again “ He knows.” Ishana just rolled her eyes and continued to walk outside. Already texting Kayla and Leah to let them know what happened.

“What you gonna do Uce?” Josh asked, watching Jon lean against the outside wall of the club. Jon shrugged,

“Go to sleep and talk to her tomorrow at the show.” Ishana scoffed, causing Jon and Josh to look over at her. “I’m fucking drunk Ishana. And I'm sure she’s not completely sober either. If I go talk to her, it wouldn’t end well.”

Ishana scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Fine, you better make this right Jonathan.”

Dominique quickly thanked the uber driver before hurrying into the hotel and up to her room. She let out a sob as soon as she shut the door. This is why she didn’t wanna get married. After wiping her makeup off her face and changing out of her dress she crawled into bed and cried herself to sleep. The only thought in her mind being that her relationship was over and it was technically all her fault.

Whew... Trying to add Randy into this chapter was hard as hell and that's why it took so long.

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hearts-hunger · 2 years

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hot stuff || josh kiszka x reader

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Summary: You show Josh just how much you like his new haircut. || Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Fiancée!Reader | Genre: smut, porn without plot; minors begone! , fluff bc i'm incapable of writing something that isn't at least a little bit sweet | Word Count: 1.5k | Warnings: smut (piv, oral [f receiving], unprotected sex, semi-public sex, jullet Josh which deserves its own warning)

A/N: You already know, besties. The jullet has me in a goddamn chokehold. I raise my glass to all the jullet fics that are sure to be flooding the dash and humbly offer this little fic for all your Josh and Baby jullet needs ♡

You almost choked on your drink when you saw your fiancé.

Jake gave you an enthusiastic but less than helpful pounding on the back as you tried to remember how to breathe, laughing as you looked wide-eyed at his twin.

“Don’t hold back, honey. Tell him what you really think.”

Josh just looked at you with the world’s biggest grin, and you had the feeling that this open-mouthed response had been just what he was hoping for.

“You hate it, don’t you?” he teased.

You didn’t know what to say. “I’m... I’m gonna need another drink.”

Josh laughed, his cheeks rosy with an endearing, excited blush.

“That good, huh?” he asked, taking the seat next to you at the bar. Jake, Sparrow, Sam, and Danny were sitting on your other side, eagerly awaiting your response to your fiancé’s new haircut.

“When the hell did you get it cut?” you asked, unable to keep from just looking at the shaggy undercut that was just this side of a mullet. It reminded you of the Highway Tune days, back when you were head over heels for Josh and nobody knew, back when you thought he couldn’t possibly get any more attractive. You almost laughed at how wrong you'd been.

“This afternoon,” he said cheerfully, stealing a sip of your Crown and Coke. “Thought my look needed an update.”

Update was one word for it. Earth-shatteringly sexy haircut was another.

You reached a hand out towards him. “Can I...?”

He gave a sweet laugh. “Of course you can, my love.”

He leaned his head towards you and let you run your fingers through his soft curls, over the fuzzy edge of his undercut. You felt a little lightheaded.

“What do you think?” he asked quietly.

You brushed your thumb over his cheek. “I think I want you to take me to the bathroom of this grimy bar and fuck me senseless.”

It was his turn to be wide-eyed, pulling back to look at you with a delighted grin and a vivid blush. “Really?”

You bit your lip. “Yes, really.”

He downed the rest of your drink and grabbed your hand.

“Uh, we’ll be right back,” he said to your friends as you stood, earning a chorus of cheers and wolf whistles. Your cheeks warmed a little and you gave them a bashful, cheeky smile as Josh all but dragged you to the single bathroom towards the back of the bar.

“Actually, hold on a second,” he said, making a detour towards the jukebox. You waited not-so-patiently for him to return, gaze traveling over him from the bottom of his faded Vans to the top of his gorgeous, mind-numbingly hot head of curls.

Donna Summers’ “Hot Stuff” started to play through the bar as Josh danced back over to you, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Figured I should set the mood,” he said, his grin big and beautiful as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“It’s working,” you said, giving him a quick kiss that told him just how badly you wanted him.

He didn’t waste any time taking you into the bathroom and locking the door behind you, pushing you back until he had you bracketed against the counter. You carded your hands through his hair as he kissed you, deep and eager and so in love with you.

“Should I have kept it a surprise?” he asked, both of you already breathless.

“Only if you were trying to kill me,” you said, pressing as close to him as you could.

He laughed. “What if I was trying to get you all hot and bothered for me?”

“Yeah, that too.”

He got on his knees in front of you, and you almost came then and there from the sight of him looking up at you with those pretty brown eyes.

“Jesus, Josh,” you breathed. “I need you.”

He gave you a wicked smirk. Oh, how you’d missed that cocky frat boy look.

He pushed your skirt up and hooked your leg over his shoulder, opening you up for him as he licked a long, slow stripe over your heat. You leaned your head back and moaned.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, kissing and nipping at your thighs. “You’re so wet for me. Maybe I should get my hair cut more often.”

“Shut up and eat me out,” you begged.

You felt his smile as his facial hair rasped against your inner thigh. “Yes ma’am.”

He set in on you with eager abandon, licking and sucking and making the most obscene noises in the back of his throat. You tugged on his curls, pleading and saying his name over and over as you felt heat curl tight in your belly.

“Josh, please, I’m gonna — ” You cut yourself off with a moan. “Josh, Josh , I’m gonna cum, please — ”

He kept at you through your orgasm, groaning when you pulled his hair. He kissed your thighs as you came down, giving you a chance to catch your breath before he gently put you back on your own two feet.

“Alright?” he asked, sweet and gentle as could be with his face wet with your slick. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and kissed you when he stood, steadying you against him.

“So good, sweetheart,” you breathed. “Thank you. I want you.”

He chuckled. “I’m right here, baby. Use your words and tell me what you want.”

You nearly whined at the feel of him hard against you. “I want you inside me, please.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice low and pleased. He kissed your jaw. “Turn around for me.”

You did as he said, leaning over the counter as he smoothed a hand over your hip, drawing your skirt higher. You watched him in the mirror as he unbuckled his belt and pulled himself out, mimicking his expression of pleasure as he gave himself a few slow strokes.

“You’re so good to me, baby,” he said, running his cock between your legs. He took your hips in a light grip, just teasing, and swept your hair to the side to kiss the back of your neck.

“Josh,” you pleaded, pushing back against him.

“Be patient, sweet girl,” he said. “Be good for me.”

You tried, and he took his time running his hands over you. You felt heat rush everywhere he touched, watching the way he bit his lip and groaned when he finally buried himself inside you.

“Holy fuck,” you whimpered, letting your head drop. He filled you so well, big and warm and frustratingly still when all you wanted was for him to fuck you.

“Uh-uh, baby,” he scolded. He tugged on your ponytail and made you tilt your head back up. “Look at how pretty you are with my cock in you.”

You blushed hot and met his eyes in the mirror. He gave you a crooked smile.

“That’s my sweet baby,” he said. “I want you to watch.”

You felt yourself tighten around him, and you loved the way you could see how it made him feel. “Yes, Josh.”

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Good girl.”

He was slow and steady at first, drawing you out again, breathless moans and curses tumbling from his lips. He looked so beautiful like that, his expression colored with pleasure, his curls damp with sweat, the gold hoops in his ears catching the light. You couldn’t bring yourself to miss his fluffy head of curls, not just then — the undercut had always been your favorite of his haircuts, and to have it back with the facial hair that made him look older and more suave made you dizzy with desire for him.

“Josh,” you managed. He met your eyes in the mirror.

“I really love your haircut.”

He smirked. “Thought you might.”

He drove into you harder, bringing you to the edge so fast you saw stars. He gripped your waist and snapped his hips against yours, fast and hard and exactly what you needed.

“Josh, please,” you begged. “I’m gonna — ”

“I know, baby,” he said, his voice tight. “Come for me, love.”

You unraveled completely as he thrust into you again; he followed seconds later, groaning out words of praise and pleasure. As you both came down, you turned back to face him again; he drew you close and held you, kissing all over your face.

“I love you,” he said softly. “I love you very much.”

You smiled and tipped his head down so you could kiss the fuzzy side of his undercut. “I love you very much too. And I really do like your haircut.”

“Yeah?” He ran a hand over his hair, looking a little bashful. “I know they always say you shouldn’t cut your hair right before the wedding, but I think it’s okay.”

You hadn’t even considered that he might have this cut for your early November wedding, but you liked the thought. Whatever he liked — that was what you’d like too.

Besides, it did look awfully good on him.

“I think it’s more than okay,” you said. “It’s very handsome.”

He smiled. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

You laughed. “It’s a little more than like , judging by all... this.” You and Josh usually preferred to make love in the comfort of your home, but some things called for a little risk. You supposed new haircuts were one of those things.

He chuckled and kissed you, gentle and sweet. “I love you, baby.”

You brushed your hand through his curls and kissed him back. “I love you too.”

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alwaysonthemend · 11 months

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Light My Love | JMK | PART 1

Author’s Note: Hey guys! I got a request from my bestie @bizzielisteningtogreta for some fake dating and I decided to go with Josh for this one. This was totally supposed to be just a single chapter thing but it started getting really long so I decided to split it into multiple parts. I’ve got most of part 2 written already and I’m thinking I can finish it up in a third. I hope you guys enjoy! I’ll be posting individual chapter warnings on each one to avoid spoilers. Also I’m calling this Light My Love because it involves a wedding and I’ve always thought that LML would be a perfect wedding song.

Part 1 Summary: Your mom calls you out of the blue to invite you to a family member's wedding, and she makes sure to mention your lack of significant other during the conversation. Frustrated, you tell her that you do have a boyfriend and that he’ll be coming to the wedding with you. It's a total lie, but your best friend Josh says that he’d be willing to pose as your fake boyfriend to get your mom off your back. You agree and problem solved. Except now you have to pretend to be in a relationship with the guy that you're secretly in love while attending a wedding. Could it get anymore cliché than that?

PART 2

Word Count: 5500

Warnings for part 1: Pining, unrequited love, masturbation, tiny bit of angst if you squint

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The most infuriating thing about this whole situation was that you had no one to blame but yourself. It all had started a few months ago when your mother had called you to invite you to your cousin’s wedding – a cousin whom you’ve barely even spoken to before. You’d immediately declined, stating that there was no reason for you to make the trip all the way back home for a wedding for someone that you didn’t even know.

“Y/n, come on.” She whined into the phone and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her tone. “Your father and I haven’t seen you in ages. We miss you, baby.”

“Mom…” You sighed, but you knew already that you would cave and show up anyway. If not for her, for your dad at least. As much as you and your mother argued, you loved your dad and you missed him terribly.

“Fine.” You said with a heavy sigh. “Just send me the date and all that shit. I’ll be there.”

“Wonderful! Oh baby I’m so excited to see you. I’ll RSVP for you. Just for one, right?” Her tone had immediately shifted to a far more snide one, as it often did when your love life (or lack thereof) was brought up. She always guilted you for not having settled down with someone, bringing up time and time again how disappointed she was that you hadn’t given her any grandchildren yet. Honestly, sometimes you felt like the possibility of a grandkid one day was the only reason she still tried to be nice and have a relationship with you. Anger immediately flooded you as she used that god awful tone over the phone and you would later blame your rash choice of words on the sudden change in blood pressure.

“Actually, Mom,” You spat angrily into the phone, “put me down for two. I’m bringing my boyfriend.”

“Really?” She asked loudly, not at all trying to hide the doubt in her voice.

“Yes, really. Thanks.”

And with that, you hung up. As soon as you clicked the phone off, the panic set in over what you had just told her. You didn’t have a boyfriend… hadn’t in years. If you showed up without one, she’d ridicule you and you’d never live it down, so you had to think of something. And that’s when your brain decided to make its second stupid decision of the day.

Josh.

You could call Josh and ask him if he would come with you and pose as your boyfriend. He’s your best friend, so you know that the two of you are comfortable enough around each other to be able to pass as romantic partners. And he already knows how your mother is, so there wouldn’t be a need for an awkward explanation for her. And honestly, if you were going to have to put up with your mom, there’s no one you’d rather have by your side than Josh. You quickly turned your phone back on and sent him a text.

You 1:43 PM

Hi Josh! I’ve got a huge favor to ask you

Josh 1:47 PM

Hey! What can I do for ya?

You 1:47 PM

My mom called, inviting me to a wedding and she assumed I wouldn’t have a plus one. And I kinda sorta yelled at her that I had a boyfriend and to RSVP for two.

Josh 1:48 PM

Okay… If you’re wanting me to magically spawn you a boyfriend, I’m afraid I’ve got nothing for you.

You 1:50 PM

Actually I was going to ask if you could please please please come with me and pose as my boyfriend? I’m literally begging you. I’ll do anything.

Josh 1:52 PM

Anything, you say?

You 1:52 PM

Anything

Josh 1:54 PM

Don’t think I’m not going to remember that you said that. But yes, I will pose as your fake boyfriend.

You 1:54 PM

Really?!

Josh 1:55 PM

So long as it’s when I’m actually in town, sure! I love weddings.

You 1:56 PM

Holy shit Josh. Thank you so much.

Josh 1:58 PM

No problem, my lovely fake girlfriend ;)

You clicked your phone off and collapsed onto the sofa, immediately regretting every decision you’ve ever made. You were excited to spend extra time with Josh if he could make it – even though you were going to have to be around your mother, but now there was the extra stress of being in a fake relationship with someone who you really wished you were in a real one with. Falling in love with Josh Kiszka had been the easiest thing you’d ever done. Not only is he incredibly attractive, but his kind and thoughtful personality just made it even easier.

There was a time in the very beginnings of your friendship with Josh that you thought he might have feelings for you too. But as the years passed without any real indication from him, your hope had dwindled to nothing. You figure that since he hadn’t said anything after all this time, then there probably isn’t anything to be said. Plus, as you’ve got to know him better, you realized that much of what you had assumed to be flirting was actually just Josh’s personality in general. He’s touchy – little brushes of his fingertips, extra long hugs, kisses to the cheek, and all that; it’s all just part of being friends with him. And he doesn’t believe in not giving compliments or praise when he feels it’s been earned – even if others might deem it too forward or weird. If Josh is appreciative that you’re a part of his life, he’ll just come up and tell you. If he thinks you smell particularly nice one day or he likes how you styled your hair, he’s going to tell you. And he’s not flirting at all, he’s just being honest. He’d told you once that he doesn’t believe in holding back when it comes to compliments and letting people in his life know that they’re important – his reasoning simply being, in his words, “You never know when the last time you’re going to talk to someone is. I refuse to live with the regret of wishing that I had told someone how much they mean to me.”

You tear up even now when you think about that conversation with him. That had been the moment you realized that no other human could ever live up to Josh. He’s so full of emotion and he makes the lives of everyone around him just a little better. He loves everyone with all of his heart and soul and you would be selfish to demand more of it to yourself. Out of all the stars in the sky, Josh definitely shines the brightest – but he’s not the star for you. So you learned to guard your heart around him more closely; to push his compliments and praise for you from your mind. It was painful, but keeping his friendship was worth it. You’d just take as much of him and his love as he was willing to give.

As it turned out, Josh was free for the weekend of the wedding, and you found yourself making the long drive home for the first time in years with Josh by your side.

“So,” he said, glancing at you for a moment before returning his eyes to the road. “How did we meet?”

“Huh?”

He glanced at you again and chuckled at your confused expression.

“We're fake dating right? We need a cover story.”

“Oh.” You also huffed a laugh at your original confusion. “I guess just keep it as simple and close to reality as possible, for the sake of not blowing it.” You said, glancing out the window.

“Smart.” Josh nodded, beginning to tap his fingertips on the steering wheel. It could have been one of his own songs or someone else’s, you couldn’t tell. “It is pretty funny how we met.”

You gave him a scowl.

“It’s not funny at all. It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing!” He laughed. “It’s fucking hilarious, is what it is.”

You roll your eyes and you can feel your cheeks heat up at the memory.

“Josh, imagine what it must feel like to meet your favorite singer and you proceed to spill hot coffee on their white shirt. That shit was so embarrassing. And so stupidly cliche.”

“It is pretty cliche,” he agreed, still smiling, “but it was very funny.”

“It’s terrible.”

“Terribly funny, yes.”

You shot him another glare and he just shrugged and giggled again.

“Whatever the case,” he continued, “let’s just keep that story but say we became friends and started dating a few months later.”

“Sounds good to me.” You paused a moment, staring out the window and watching the trees fly by. If only that had been the case. “I apologize in advance for whatever shitty comments my mom is inevitably going to make. She’s probably going to say something about you being a singer – no matter how famous.” You turned to look at him and squinted at the side of his head. “And she’ll probably say something about your hair.”

He looked at you in indignation.

“What the fuck is wrong with my hair?”

“Nothing. I just doubt she’s going to be a fan of a guy with a mohawk, that’s all.”

“It’s a mullet, not a mohawk.” He said, narrowing his eyes at you. “If you’re going to make fun of me, at least get your facts straight.”

“I’m not making fun of you!” You say, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I love your hair! But it’s definitely a mohawk.”

The rest of the drive there was filled with small snippets of banter, but you were mostly too preoccupied with your own thoughts to carry on a deeper conversation. As thankful as you are for him coming along and helping you, you can’t help but feel a twinge of pain in your chest knowing that none of it is real. You’ll go to this wedding, pretend that you both are madly in love with each other (which won’t be pretend at all for you), and then you’ll return home and never speak of it again. Logically, you know he doesn’t have feelings for you. But your stupid brain won’t stop making you imagine what it would be like if he loved you back; imagining what it would be like to be able to kiss him and touch him the way you always wished you could, or getting to go home to him everyday. It’s maddening.

“You okay, champ?” Josh asked, breaking you from your melodramatic musings. “You’re awfully quiet.”

You think about brushing it off, telling him something witty or sarcastic to brighten the mood that’s fallen over the car. But you can’t really come up with anything. Instead, you tell him the other half of your worries.

“I’m just dreading seeing all of them again.”

He turns away from the road momentarily to quirk an eyebrow at you.

“My family.” You clarify, fiddling with a loose string on your pants. “They’re all just so… judgmental. They always have been. Nothing I do is ever good enough for them.” You sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the tears that are threatening to make themselves known.

“Y/n…” Josh said, voice laced with sympathy that makes the tears burning behind your eyes get even closer to spilling over. “You’re better than any of them will ever be able to understand. They just can’t see you for the incredible woman that you are. And that’s on them, not you. You shouldn’t burden yourself with the expectations and judgements of others – they’re not worth it. All you can control is you and your own emotions, and you have to block out and ignore the ignorance of others.”

You sighed, turning your head to look back out the window. You know that if you look into those kind eyes of his, you’re going to start crying.

“Easy for you to say.” You huffed quietly. “You’ve got a successful job, you’ve got thousands of people who adore you, and you’re doing what you love.” You clenched your fists in your lap. “I’m nothing. I’ve got a shitty job and a shitty apartment and the only friends I have are you and the rest of the band.”

Josh sighed heavily but said nothing for a long moment. There’s a small, broken little part of you that feels almost vindicated that he’s at a loss for words for once. You glance at him, taking in the clench of his jaw and the tight grip he has on the steering wheel.

“I just wish you could see yourself the way others see you – the way I see you.” He finally says, voice somber. “You’re so much more than you think you are. And I’m sorry your family has made you think otherwise.”

He looks genuinely upset as he stares out at the road ahead and you’re struck with a sudden feeling of guilt for bringing the mood down so low. You shake your head and take a deep breath before forcing a smile to your face.

“I’m sorry. I’m being such an emo teen right now. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” You chuckle quietly. “I think it’s just the effect that my mother has on me. Makes me feel like things are worse than they actually are.”

Josh smiles back at you, seemingly fooled by your words. He reaches his hand over and squeezes your hand where it rests in your lap.

“Maybe you've been spending too much time with Jake. He's mopey as hell." He laughed loudly. "But that’s why you have me!” He declares, back to his usual sunshine self. “I’ll be there to make sure you have some actual fun and to hopefully get your mom off your back for a bit.” He gives you a goofy, crooked smile. “Plus, there’s gonna be booze, and that solves all of life’s problems.”

You roll your eyes.

“You’re only saying that because you’ve been drinking since you came out of the womb.”

“Yeah. Problem?” He gave you a cheeky smirk.

The two of you finally made it in around 7PM that night – a little later than you had originally planned; but you had driven by a farmer’s market and Josh had begged for the two of you to stop. He’d given you his best puppy dog eyes, the ones that he knows always get to you, and you’d agreed. He’d picked up some local honey and a few bags of loose tea leaves that he was excited to try once you got back home. It had been a welcome distraction from the dread that was slowly but surely settling itself in your belly the closer you got to your destination. You’d laughed the entire time and he’d managed to get you back in a good mood – an action that you’re pretty sure is Josh’s superpower.

But all that positivity was completely drained from you now as you stood at the doorstep to your parents house where the two of you would be staying for the weekend. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the inevitable.

“Hey.” Josh said quietly, lacing his fingers with yours. “You got this. I’m right here.”

You nodded at him, and his words coaxed a genuine smile out of you. You did feel a little emboldened knowing that he was here with you – even if it was all for a lie. You knocked on the door.

“Y/n!” Your mom yelled, opening the door wide. She pulled you in a tight hug. You let go of Josh’s hand and wrapped your arms around her.

“Hey, Mom.”

She pulled away and you saw your dad standing just behind her, his kind eyes crinkled in a large grin.

“Hey, baby girl.” He said, reaching to give you a hug as well. You welcomed it, breathing in his comforting scent. You hadn’t seen him in so long.

“Hey, Papa.” You mumbled into his shoulder.

You pulled away as Josh cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Mom, Dad,” You said, stepping back towards him. “This is my boyfriend, Josh.”

“Hello!” He said, extending his hand towards your mother to shake. “It’s wonderful to meet you.” He was giving them his very best Josh Kiszka sunshine smile and you could see your mom fighting between her judgment over his appearance and his obvious charm. She flicked her eyes up to his haircut momentarily before settling back onto his face. You sideyed him, a little amused that you had predicted how she would feel about his hair. She shook his hand and gave him a tight smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Josh. I thought our y/n was lying when she said she was bringing someone home.”

“Mom-” You started to say, but your dad cut off your snide remark by extending his own hand towards Josh. His smile was far more genuine than your mom’s had been.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Josh. I’m glad you could make it. You two are just in time. We just finished dinner.”

“Thanks, Papa. Lead the way.” You grabbed Josh’s hand and shouldered past your mother, following your dad into the house.

Your childhood home was just as you remembered it – despite it being since highschool that you had last seen it. The same pictures on the walls, the same furniture (save for the newer and much more tasteful sofa); even the dining room table was set out the same. True to your dad’s words, the table was set out with food – your dad had cooked your favorite meal for you. He’d remembered. A pang of overwhelming guilt shot through you as you thought about how little you spoke with him anymore. You’d let your relationship with your mother spoil one of the few good familial relationships you had. You promised that once this weekend was over, you’d make more of an effort to call your dad.

You and Josh took a seat at the table and you tucked into your favorite meal – it tasted even better than you remembered.

“So, Josh,” your mom said, “what is it that you do? Y/n hasn’t told us anything about you.” She gave you a sharp, pointed look before turning her attention back to Josh.

“I’m actually in a band with my two brothers and our best friend. We just got back from tour, actually. I was a little worried I wouldn’t be able to make it back in time for this weekend but we managed.” He smiled politely and took a bite of his food.

“A band?” Your mom asked, her own food completely abandoned. “One I would have heard of?” The comment wasn’t overtly rude, and had someone else asked that very same question it wouldn’t have seemed strange at all. But the tone she used made it clear that she wasn’t expecting much. It made your blood boil and you saw Josh pause, momentarily a little taken aback by the rudeness.

“It’s called Greta Van Fleet.” You supplied, your voice filled with pride. “Like Josh said, they just got back from a world tour.” You emphasized the word “world” as you pinned your mother with a similar look to the one she had given you earlier.

“Oh shit, hang on!” Your dad said suddenly. “I think I’ve heard of you guys. One of the younger guys at work is a fan, I think. He plays your songs sometimes. They sound awesome!”

Josh blushes and the love you have for your father increases by ten thousand.

“They’re very good.” You say, giving Josh a smile.

“Thank you, babe.” He says, and you blush at the way the nickname sounds so natural falling from his lips. You have to look away from him.

“From what I’ve heard of you all,” your dad continues, “I definitely approve. You must have grown up surrounded by great music because Greta Van Fleet sounds so much better than all this modern shit.” He says, gesturing his hands vaguely. “They’ve got no spirit.”

“We try to capture the old rock ‘n roll spirit the best we can.” Josh says, and you can see he’s growing more embarrassed by the second. No matter how famous and popular the band gets, Josh has never gotten used to the compliments. His cheeks are a bright red and he’s giving your dad a shy smile.

“Well,” your dad says pointedly, “you’ve got this old man's seal of approval.”

Your mom was being awfully quiet now and you glanced over at her. She at least has the decency to look embarrassed.

The rest of dinner goes by in comfortable conversation, with most of the topics revolving about what you’ve missed and around Josh and the band. You’re thankful that, for now, it seems you’ve escaped the spotlight for a while.

The four of you are cleaning up the table and putting the dishes away when your mom finally addresses you directly.

“Y/n,” She says, coming over to where you're washing and drying the plates. You glance to see Josh and your dad deep in their own conversation in the dining room.

“Yeah?” You say, not glancing up from the soapy water.

“I’m glad you’re here. I didn’t think you would make it.”

You’re taken aback for a moment, shocked by her sudden sincerity. You finally look at her.

“Thanks, Mom. It’s nice to be back home.” It’s not a total lie. “And I’m glad you and Dad are getting to meet Josh.” That part isn’t a lie either. Even if he isn’t really your boyfriend, it feels nice getting to pretend and show him off anyway.

“He seems very sweet.” She says, leaning back on the counter. You finish cleaning and drying the last dish and you wipe your hands on your pants. You look over at him, watching as he waves his hands about dramatically as he talks to your dad. You can’t help but smile.

“He is. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” The boldness of your statement isn’t lost on you, but it’s the truth.

“Well,” your mother says, crossing her arms. “I’m glad you have someone to be with for the time being.” She says it so nonchalantly that you almost miss the odd statement.

“What do you mean, “for the time being”?” You ask, crossing your own arms and turning to face her more directly.

“I just mean that from what I hear, it sounds like he’s not really around all that much. Not really the marrying type, you know?” The anger that flares up in you is immediate, and you can feel the back of your neck grow hot with rage.

“Hey, y/n!” Josh calls, snapping your attention away from your mother. “Me and your dad are gonna go get our bags from the car!”

“Thank you!” You call back before turning back to your mom in a rage. “What in the fuck is that supposed to mean? He can’t get married because he travels for work?”

“All I mean,” she says, turning away from you to walk into the living room, “is that if you’re going to have kids one day, a father who’s constantly absent isn’t really the best choice.”

You’re so angry you can hardly think straight. A retort lies on the tip of your tongue but you keep it there as Josh and your dad return, suitcases in hand. You glare at your mom but she’s not looking at you anymore.

“You two can go put those up in the guest bedroom.” She says, pointing to the stairs. “It used to be y/n’s room but we had it redone once she left for college.”

“You had it redone.” Your dad said quietly, mostly to himself. But you heard him and it soothed your anger a tiny fraction.

“Sounds good.” You walked over to him and took your suitcase. “Thank you, Papa. We’re gonna go get settled in and start getting ready for bed. I’m exhausted.”

He smiled at you and ruffled your hair like he used to do when you were little.

“No problem, squirt. You kids be good.”

You looked at your mom one more time, glaring at her before you turned to Josh.

“Ready?”

“Lead the way.”

The two of you ascended the stares as he followed you to your old bedroom. The same bed frame was there, as was your old record player and vinyl collection. The walls had been painted over and your posters were gone, but it was still most definitely your old room. It felt strange to be standing there again.

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Josh asked, placing his suitcase down at the foot of your bed. You placed your own right next to it.

“It wasn’t until you and dad left.” You said angrily, plopping yourself down heavily onto the bed. “Mom, of course, made a shitty comment as soon as she could.”

“What did she say?”

You shook your head in frustration.

“She said I shouldn’t think too long term with you because if we have kids you wouldn’t be around because of your job.”

“She really said that?” Josh said, shock making his eyes go a little wide.

“Of course she did. All she cares about is grandchildren. It’s the only reason she still tries to talk to me.”

“Well,” Josh said, rounding the bed and sitting down beside you. “If we have kids one day, I promise I’d be around more.” He laughed and nudged your shoulder with his. “Try and ignore her. Also, your dad is awesome! Be glad you get to spend time with him. I know I’m enjoying spending time with him!”

You want to respond but you’re too stunned. If we have kids one day. The phrase sounded like you were actually together – like this was real between the two of you. You know he didn’t mean it that way. He’d just been trying to make you laugh. But now all you could think about was little tiny versions of you and Josh running around in your imaginary shared house with him. The chasm in your chest cracked open a little larger. You needed to get a grip.

“Well,” you said, sighing as you rose from the bed. “I can get some extra blankets and make a little cot on the floor for me to sleep on.” You unzipped your suitcase to pull your toiletries out.

“What?” Josh asked, whipping his head around to stare at you. “Why would you sleep on the floor?”

“Um.” You said rather eloquently. “I don’t mind. There’s only one bed.”

“Dude,” Josh said, rising from the bed as well. “We can share a bed. I’m not making you sleep on the floor.”

You stared at him, momentarily unsure how to respond.

“Unless you don’t want to.” He added hastily, eyes growing wide again.

“No!” You exclaimed, a little louder than you meant to. “I don’t. Mind, that is.” You said, cheeks flaming. You cursed yourself mentally for being so unbelievably not smooth.

“Alrighty then. You want the shower first?” He asked, pulling a pair of sweatpants from his suitcase.

“Sure. I’ll be quick. I’m sure you’re tired from the drive.”

“Take your time, sweetheart.”

You practically booked it to the bathroom and locked the door quickly behind you before sitting down heavily on the toilet seat. I can’t do this, you thought to yourself, wishing you could slap past you. Being this close to him, the nicknames, sharing a god damned bed, all of it. It’s too much. It feels far too real for your aching heart to be able to put up with for the next three days. Three days of complete and utter torture.

You sighed and rose from the toilet seat to turn on the water. You strip your clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor and step under the hot spray. It feels good, and you can feel some of the tension leak from your shoulders. You wash your hair and body, reveling in the steam. Your thoughts wander. You think about your mom and her constant need to belittle you. You think about your dad and how much you love and miss him – you think about how sweet he’s been to Josh all night.

Josh.

Inevitably, your thoughts circle back to him – just like they always do. He’d looked so gorgeous tonight, clad in a white shirt and khaki pants that made his ass look incredible. His recently retouched haircut, the sides freshly shaved and his curls extra fluffy and soft looking. His kind words to you in the car – words that you knew he meant with his whole heart. His sweet blush as you all had talked about the band over dinner. Everything about him drew you in. He’s like a sip of cold water on a hot day: refreshing and relaxing in a way that’s unlike anything else. You lean back against the cold tile of the wall in the shower and allow your thoughts to swirl around Josh.

Before you know it, your hand is slipping downwards, seemingly on its own accord. You grazed your fingertips over your clit, already swollen and sensitive at the thought of him. You circle it gently, adding more pressure as you go. You think about how good he looks up on stage, sweat dripping down his chest as he sings his heart out. You think about the way he stares at you when you talk, like you’re the only person in the world. You let your thoughts wander further as you slowly insert two fingers inside yourself, curling them in a “come hither” motion as you imagine that it’s Josh’s fingers entering you. You bite your lip to hold back a moan as you imagine it. You imagine palming his cock and you picture what he would look like with his head thrown back in pleasure. You imagine his face as you suck his cock. Your palm presses into your clit as you continue fucking yourself on your fingers, imagining the noises he would make as he came in you. Your own orgasm comes quickly, and you sigh out Josh’s name as you ride out the pleasure.

Once you come down from your high, you feel guilty. You’re about to share a bed with him and you just made yourself cum thinking about him. You finish washing, exiting the shower quickly and throwing on your pajamas. You wish you had thought to bring some sleeping clothes that were a little nicer than your sweat pants and ratty band tee. You sigh in defeat and return to the bedroom.

“Hey, Josh. I’m fini-” You cut yourself off at the sight of him already passed out. The light is still on and he’s on top of the covers in nothing but a pair of gray sweat pants. They sit low on his hips and hug the curve of his ass deliciously. You swallow and pad softly over to your suitcase to deposit your dirty clothes. You carefully walk over to his side of the bed and begin to slide the covers down from underneath him. He grumbles in his sleep but doesn’t wake. You know he must be exhausted. His plane back home had landed just the day before, and he’d been busy doing laundry and repacking in preparation for your three day trip as soon as he walked through the door. He’d probably not slept well last night since he usually doesn’t the night before leaving home, and then he’d woken up early and hadn’t allowed you to drive the entire way here – insisting that he didn’t mind and that he wasn’t that tired. You felt even more guilty.

You successfully pull the covers down low enough underneath him so you can tuck him in. He buries his face deeper into his pillow and sighs deeply. You smile softly and click off the lamp before sliding in bed next to him, careful to leave as much space as possible between the two of you. It takes a while, but eventually the sound of his steady breathing next you lulls you into your own sleep.

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