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One Kiss | Jana Fernández x Reader
a little childhood bestie to lover fic for Jana based on this request. switched it up a bit, but hope you like it anon :)
“Where’s your little girlfriend (y/n)?” Patri teases, ruffling your hair as she takes her seat next to you in the changing room.
You huff pulling your head from her grip, “she’s not my girlfriend Patri stop saying it. She needed to see the physio this morning.”
“Yeah, but you want her to be your girlfriend,” she continues her teasing, earning a smack to the back of her head from Mapi.
“Leave the kids alone Patri,” the defender says, sending you a wink. You send Mapi a grateful smile.
It wasn’t something new, most of the girls thought you and your best friend Jana were dating. It didn’t usually bother you as much as it had been recently. You don’t know when it happened or maybe it was always there, but recently you found yourself having new feelings for your best friend, feelings that best friends don’t have for one another.
You and Jana were inseparable ever since the age of six. Meeting for the first time in primary school and both bonding over your love for football. Every big moment in either of your lives the other was there. When you got your first call up to the youth teams the first call you made was to Jana. You were there on the day she signed her contract with Barcelona, smile wider than even hers as it had been both your goals. Of course when your offer came a few weeks later Jana was the first to know, readying the celebrations as you would both be continuing your careers side by side. Stepping on the pitch at the same time as your best friend for your Barcelona debut was the greatest moment of your life.
Until recently there wasn’t a single secret you kept from each other. However, that changed over the offseason, you both had been on holiday with some of the other girls and Jana was different. Not different in the sense that she changed, but different in your eyes. You found your eyes lingering a little too long on her, her innocent touches to your arm causing your skin to tingle, the normal cheek kisses you’ve shared plenty of times suddenly causing a flurry of butterflies to erupt within you. You had all these new feelings and the one person who you’d confide in was the one person you couldn’t turn to.
You were good at hiding it though, at least you thought you had been. That was until Mapi caught you staring off in the direction of Jana one day in training and just by the smirk she sent, you knew she could tell. She didn’t bring it up, but suddenly her teasing stopped and she was quick to shut down the other girls as well. You were grateful she hadn’t brought it up, but also you really needed to say it aloud to someone.
“Mapi,” you shout to the defender on your way to the pitch. She’s quick to turn in your direction and wait for you to catch up. “Hey, do you think after training that maybe we could get lunch…just us together,” you ask nervously.
Mapi sends you a teasing smirk, “I’m flattered (y/n), but I’m happy with Ingrid.”
You shove her, “Nevermind, forget it,” you attempt to sprint off, but she's quick to grab you.
“I’m joking kid. Of course we can. Anywhere you want on me,” she knew why you wanted to talk. You just give her a nod before running off.
As soon as you step on the pitch Lucy mimics Patri’s earlier teasing, “no girlfriend today (y/n)?”
You kick the ball harshly at her legs before mumbling, “she’s at the physio and she’s not my girlfriend.”
“Trouble in paradise?” She teases wrapping an arm around you.
You don’t even get a chance to respond before you feel her being pushed away and two arms placed around your waist. You didn’t even need to turn around. You know her touch, “no touching my girl Bronze,” Jana says placing an innocent as always kiss on your cheek.
Your cheeks flush in a deep shade of red as she pulls away, “how did it go? Everything alright?”
“Of course, nothing can stop me, amor,” she tells you, pulling you along to start warming up.
That was normal. Jana has always been affectionate with you. A hand on your thigh as she drives, a kiss on the cheek whenever she feels, holding your hand to walk anywhere, cuddling over movies in your living room, all of it was normal. The only thing out of the ordinary was the way they’d started to make you feel.
You’d never been more grateful for a quick training session, as you were eager to talk to Mapi. You were sitting in front of your locker waiting for the older defender when Jana arrived, “vamos amor.”
You’re startled, “Oh, lo siento Jana. I will go with Maria today for lunch.”
“Oh, why? Are you okay?” She asks, taking in every inch of your frame.
You feel shy under her gaze, “Sí, it is just lunch to chat and catch up on things.”
Jana looks at you like she doesn’t quite buy your story but she shrugs nonetheless, “Okay, well come over later for cuddles?”
The hopeful look in her eyes makes it impossible for you to say no. Even when you know that cuddling with Jana will only lead to more feelings. You nod, accepting the kiss she places to your cheek before walking away. When you look up you are met with the curious gaze of Mapi as she holds Ingrid’s hand. She gives you a tilt of the head and you get up following wordlessly behind them to the car.
“Hola (y/n),” Ingrid beams looking back at you when you finally reach the car. “Care if I crash your lunch?”
“No, no of course not,” you’re quick to reassure. The two were pretty much a package deal anyway, so you had expected it. The two of you didn’t speak a whole lot, but you liked Ingrid.
The drive to the restaurant was silent. You took the time to prepare your thoughts, but it was useless. The moment you sat down at the table and the two older girls looked in your directions the words fell out, “I think I love Jana,” you blurt before you have time to chicken out.
Ingrid smiles brightly at you, while Mapi stares at you blankly. “That’s so sweet (y/n). I think the two of you would be very cute together,” Ingrid tells you, reaching a hand across the table to hold yours.
You blush and look in the direction of Mapi waiting on a response, “That was anticlimactic. I thought it would be a bit more of a struggle to get you to admit it,” Mapi shrugs, taking a sip of her water.
“I’ve wanted to say it for months and I knew that you knew. I just need advice, because she’s my best friend. What if she hates me after I tell her.”
Ingrid squeezes your hand in comfort, “I don’t think Jana could ever hate you. You two are practically married now,” the Norwegian teases with a wink.
“She could hate you,” Mapi shrugs, causing your nervous eyes to snap back in her direction.
“Maria, why would you say that?” Ingrid chastises.
“No, no she’s right. I’ll make things awkward between us if I say something. I’ll keep it to myself. The feelings will fade eventually.”
“NO!” Mapi nearly shouts, “that’s not what I’m saying. I mean, yes it’s a possibility she could hate you, but if you truly love her, letting her know and putting yourself out there is worth the risk. Sí?”
“You have to work on your delivery, amor,” Ingrid tells her, rolling her eyes.
You nod taking in everything. The rest of your meal was spent with casual conversation. Both of them are trying to help you come up with the perfect plan to tell Jana about your feelings. You just knew you’d know when the moment was right.
They drop you off outside your apartment and instead of making your way to your own place, it’s like your feet have a mind of your own and you’re standing outside of Jana’s door. The two of you made a point to live in the same building so you were never too far from each other. You don’t know how long you sit there before you finally get the courage to knock.
“Hey! Why’d you knock? You could’ve just come in silly,” Jana tells you, pulling you in the apartment. She immediately leads you to the couch, arms wrapping around your waist tightly as she snuggles into your back. “How was lunch?”
“Yeah, good thanks,” you say distractedly trying to remain calm at the feeling of her hand sneaking under your shirt and rubbing circles.
Jana could always tell when something was wrong with you. Her hand stills and the remote she was flipping through Netflix with drops on the couch, “amor, look at me.” You turn in her arms, your faces now only inches apart. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you lie, eyes closing instinctively as she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Don’t lie to me,” she drops her forehead against yours. Something she always did to calm you ever since you were kids. You can’t fight the pull, you swear you see Jana begin to lean in with you as you move to connect your lips.
It was quick, a small peck before you came to your senses. You are quick to scramble off the couch, “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry Jana. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“(Y/n),” she says trying to reach for you, but you pull out of her grasp. “Rabbit,” she whispers, moving closer to you once again. The childhood nickname caused way too many emotions, you freeze. Letting her wrap her arms around you, your head falls to her shoulder.
“I’m so sorry Jana,” you mumble.
You feel her shake her head, pulling you away. She meets your scared gaze with a smile, “I’m not.”
“What?” You ask.
Jana shakes her head before leaning in and connecting your lips. It’s everything you’ve been dreaming of the last few months. You’d never be able to explain the feeling that kissing Jana gave you. She pulls away, a bright smile on her face, “do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”
You shake your head, “I love you like more than my best friend,” you confess.
“I love you too silly,” she tells you, leaning in to kiss your lips yet again.
"Do you think you'd like to go on a date with me?"
Jana picks you up spinning you around, "I would love to," she beams kissing your cheeks.
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My toxic trait is loving when men grovel after messing up.
If you feel upto it could you write grunpy!remus accidentally stands you up so you give him the silent treatment by the next morning he's literally on his knees hugging your waist telling you how sorry he is. Begging you to please talk to him to yell and be mad "please just let me hear your voice dove."
omg bestie same!!
you'd sat in the cafe for almost an hour and a half before remus texted,
'can't make it dove, today's been really shit.'
you wouldn't have minded so much if he'd sent the text an hour earlier, but you'd sat there, staring at the door hoping every time it opened it would've been him.
with a sigh you push out of your seat and head for the door. there's not a current destination in mind, you just know you're not ready to go home yet.
by the time you make it to your front door, the sun is setting and your shoulders are a little less tense.
you don't hear remus before you see him- passed out on the sofa with his glasses still on and his laptop still opened on his lap.
even though you're annoyed with him your heart still speeds up and you drop a kiss to his forehead before going upstairs.
the next morning, you wake up to smelling sugar toasting and the distinct aroma of cinnamon. frowning you sit up, bed cold from remus' lack of presence.
"dove?" he calls as you walk down stairs but you don't say anything. you're still a little pissed and even though he's trying to make up you're still frustrated.
"g'morning dove," he hums, turning to you as he shuts the ovenn door closed. at your lack of response he frowns. "dove? are y'alright?"
you don't even hum.
"baby," he pauses and you can see his mind whirring with plausible explanations for your silence. "are you upset with me?"
you take a seat on the kitchen island and swing your feet like he's not even speaking to you.
"i'm sorry for missing dinner last night dove, i really am," he mumbles, invading your space after setting the hot tray on the stovetop. "please talk to me?"
you look over his head as he ducks into your line of vision. "sweetheart," his hands hold your thighs then. "baby please talk to me."
despite your anger, and frustration at him, your eyes fill with tears. "dove, no," he coos, thumbs brushing your cheeks as your eyes shut.
"i was there for over an hour before you texted remus, do you know how embarrassing that is?"
your breath hiccups and remus feels even more horribly than he had last night.
"m'sorry dove, i really am. i should've called sooner and shouldn't 've had you there so for long, i apologise baby."
his lips sponge kisses to your face and your damp cheeks as you hiccup again.
"i really really am sorry, won't do it again." he promises and you open your eyes to find him giving you the most pleading look you've ever seen on his face. "talk to me, starlight."
you tuck your face into his shoulder as you regulate your breathing.
"are you making brown sugar cinnamon poptars from scratch?" remus chuckles, the vibrations tickling your cheek as you press your face further into his neck.
"mhm, and i made us lunch reservations for today too."
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So this may be awkward but I saw your dbf fic and thought what about best friend's dad? Obviously it would either have to be a no outbreak au where Sarah is in her 20s or several years after the show when Ellie is an adult. Maybe the oc is a few years older than Ellie or Sarah or whichever you choose. Maybe I just haven't read enough TLOU smut but this is one I haven't seen and I would love to read something like this!
OMG Hi bestie!
So THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH THIS??? You sent this in FOREVER ago but I've been so hung up on Lavender and Beskar Doll I just didn't get around to this.
Anyway, HERE'S THE ASK FINALLY! I hope you like it!
UPDATE A/N: This is now a full series (has been for a while but I just realized I never linked to the master list from here.) If you'd like to read more, you can find it here.
New in Town
When you move to Austin for work, your best friend Sarah recommends that you hang out with her dad, Joel, to get to know the area. Sarah just never mentioned the fact that her dad is just your type.
Pairing: BFD!Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings: SMUT! Fingering, oral (male receiving), protected P in V sex. Legal age gap (Reader is 35 Joel is 47.) No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only
Length: 5.6k (wtf is my problem)
You should have made Sarah text you a picture at the very least.
The bar was starting to get busy and you’d realized about 15 minutes earlier that you had no fucking clue what your best friend’s dad looked like.
“You’re sure it’s not weird that I hang out with your dad?” You asked Sarah the morning you left town.
“It’s not weird,” she waved you off, her curls bouncing. “Promise. He’s not like… an old dad. He’s fun. You get along with me so you’ll get along with him. It’s at least something so you’re not stuck in Austin not knowing anybody.”
“Yeah,” you nodded and then sighed, looking at your coffee. One last cup of the good stuff in Seattle before your flight in a few hours.
There was a knot in your stomach at the thought of leaving, now that it was actually here. You’d been in Seattle for two years now after moving here for work. Sarah was the only other woman in your department - not to mention the only other person under 40. She might have been 10 years younger than you but the two of you had become fast friends. She’d been there for a year - she’d started fresh out of college - when you came aboard and was kind enough to let you in on the office politics.
“So fucking glad to have another girl around here,” she said after you’d been there about two weeks, her arm looped through yours as you walked to a restaurant down the street from your office for lunch. “Lunch just isn’t as good with old dudes…”
Making friends outside of the office was just as awkward as you remembered and it wasn’t long before you and Sarah were hanging out all the time outside of work, too. She was probably going to be the thing you missed most about Seattle.
But the promise of a big promotion - setting up your own team at the new branch of your firm in Austin - was too good to pass up.
“Hey,” she put her hand on your wrist from across the small table. “You’re going to kill it down there. Just remember to demand me when the time comes to add a junior copywriter.”
“Well, simply no one else will do,” you smiled a little. She laughed.
You finished your coffee and Sarah dropped you off at the airport - your office paying to ship all your things down - and you flew off to your new life in Texas.
After a week of settling in, you finally caved and reached out to Sarah’s dad. She told you to just text him and you kind of hoped he wouldn’t respond. Once the ball was in his court, you’d be off the hook. If he never responded and you never met the guy, Sarah could hardly hold it against you.
“Hi! Is this Joel Miller?” You texted originally, following it up with your name and - just in case Sarah hadn’t bothered to tell him you were going to be texting - some indication that you weren’t a total stranger. “I just moved to town and Sarah told me to text you.”
“There,” you said to yourself, taking a sip of wine as you sat back on your couch. “Done. Not my problem any….”
Your phone lit up on your coffee table and you groaned. Of course he texted back. Of course he texted back fucking immediately.
“Hi,” he said. “Sarah mentioned you might text. Said you might need someone to show you around town. Want to grab a drink later this week?”
You rapped your fingers against the globe of your glass, the wine lush and red.
“Sure,” you said. “I don’t start work until next week, so just let me know when and where works for you and I’ll be there!”
You made plans to meet up two days later. You’d showed up a few minutes early, wanting to get the lay of the land before you met a stranger in a bar.
Joel, it seemed, was a bit late. You kept looking up at the door, waiting to see someone who looked something like Sarah walk in. But so far, there wasn’t anyone who fit the bill. A few guys who looked like they were UT students deciding to check out something further from campus, four guys who who definitely had just gotten off motorcycles, one man who was almost stupid hot and looked about 10 years too young to be Sarah’s dad and a guy about your age with a date.
You glanced at your phone. 9:13. At what point did you call it? Maybe try to pick up the hot guy who seemed to be hovering on his own at the bar. You hadn’t gotten laid in a while and you’d at least done your hair and makeup, even if you hadn’t tried to look like you were looking for a hookup.
Your phone screen hadn’t fully dimmed yet when it lit up bright, vibrating with Joel’s name on the caller ID. You sighed and answered.
“Hello?” You pressed your free hand against your ear, trying to drown out the sound of the bar behind you, but it sounded noisy on his end, too.
“Hi,” he said, a bit of a Texas twang in his voice. “Just wanted to make sure you were still plannin’ on comin’ out tonight…”
“Yeah,” you laughed a little. “I was wondering the same about you, I’m here…”
“Where?” He said. “Don’t see you…”
You started looking around then, too, looking at every face at every table around you before you settled on… the stupid hot guy at the bar.
Who looked too young to have a kid Sarah’s age.
Who had a phone pressed to his ear.
Who was now staring at you.
You raised a hand and smiled awkwardly, giving him a small wave.
He looked surprised for a moment before hanging up his phone, grabbing his beer from the bar, and heading for your table.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, setting his drink down across from you and taking his seat. “I didn’t mean to keep you waitin’, I was just expecting someone Sarah’s age…” His eyes went wide for a second. “Not that you look old or anythin’, just… Not what I was expecting.”
“Yeah, Sarah was the baby of the Seattle office,” you smiled a little. “She’s the best though. Thank God for her, I’d have been so bored there without her.”
“Yeah,” he smiled and nodded. “She is the best.”
Up close, Joel was still stupid hot. Uncomfortably hot. It was not fair how hot he was for him to be off limits because he was your best friend’s dad. His hair was dark and a little shaggy and you had to fight the urge to brush an unruly curl back from his brow. His eyes were the warmest brown with a light to them that made you want to just stare at him for a while. His crooked smile with one dimple, his slightly patchy beard, his unreasonably sculpted arms for a man who had to have at least a decade on you unless he was a teenager when Sarah was born. If you hadn’t met him this way, you’d be trying to get him home for at least a one night stand. But he was your best friend’s dad. Even if he made your core tighten and heat pool around your hips.
It turned out, you and Joel had more in common than you’d expected. You liked the same music and he knew some good live music spots in town. You were both into hiking - and both agreed that the views in this part of the country would be kind of lacking compared to the Pacific Northwest. You both liked trying to find the spiciest food in town and eating it as a matter of principle.
Of course, you hadn’t spent much time with men the age you THOUGHT Joel was going to be. Your only experience with men in their 50s was at work and that usually involved showing them how to save a word document as a PDF. You’d gone into this expecting to sit awkwardly with the guy for about an hour before going your separate ways. But you were pretty sure he was in his mid 40s, the same age as a lot of the guys you’d gone out with back in Seattle, and the more drinks you had the harder it was to remember that you weren’t on a date. You were hanging out with your best friend’s dad. She probably had to beg him to meet up with you, he probably had a girlfriend he’d much rather be spending time with on a Friday night instead of his daughter’s friend who was new in town.
But he seemed happy enough to stay for hours. The two of you were laughing over a particularly bad movie you’d somehow both seen - Giant Spider Invasion - when the bar announced last call.
“Shit,” Joel looked at his watch, clamping his hand over it after a second. “Didn’t realize how late it got. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take up your whole damn night…”
“No, I’m sorry,” you waved him off, reaching for your phone for the first time in hours to try and order an Uber. “I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than entertain me.”
“Not exactly,” he half smiled at you. That fucking dimple. “Don’t really got a thirvin’ social life. I get the feeling this arrangement was as much for me as it was you, knowin’ Sarah.”
“She’s cunning, that one,” you said, putting in your destination address. You groaned. “Shit!”
“What?” Joel asked.
“Surge pricing,” you sighed. “Come ON, it’s almost 2 a.m., it can’t be that busy…”
“It’s homecomin’ weekend at the school,” he shrugged. “Everyone’s in town drinking.”
“That’ll do it,” you sighed, bracing yourself to spend almost $100 on a car ride home.
“I can give you a ride,” he said. You looked up from your phone, frowning. “I’m good to drive.”
“I don’t want to put you out,” you said, about to push the button anyway.
“You’re not,” he said. “Trust me.”
***
Joel was very nearly in over his head with you.
Every part of him was practically screaming “mistake, mistake, mistake, you are a big fucking mistake!”
You were Sarah’s best friend.
You were more than a decade younger than him.
You were starting a new job and a new life and he really shouldn’t be trying to date someone he’d just hold back.
YOU WERE SARAH’S BEST FRIEND.
But none of that seemed to matter. He was damn near ready to kiss whatever asshole at Uber came up with surge pricing. He’d never been happier for an excuse to give someone a ride home.
It had been years - at least - since he’d felt like this about anyone. He’d known you for hours, no time at all, but it felt like years. Like he could say anything to you and you’d understand it. You were obviously smart, so fucking smart. After talking about movies with you for five minutes he was half convinced you saw an entirely different movie than he had, talking about allegories and symbolism and holding onto little lines he wasn’t sure anyone else would notice or think about twice. He wanted to see if you’d let him get to know you that way, if you’d have any interest in trying to know him that way. Fuck, he wanted to know you.
It didn’t help that he’d spotted you the second he was in the bar, absently turning your glass in your fingers, looking at one of the University of Texas themed Bud Light posters on the wall like you were examining it, your eyebrows drawn together, your mind clearly somewhere else entirely. You were fucking gorgeous. Gorgeous in a way that it was a problem, it was distracting, it made him not want to think about or look at or consider anything else. It took conscious effort to not stare at you. When he hadn’t known who you were, he’d been praying Sarah’s friend would stand him up so he could go talk to you. Fuck, he wanted to talk to you.
And then you answered the phone.
And you were Sarah’s best friend.
Fuck.
“You settlin’ in OK and all?” He asked after you gave him your address and he programmed it into Google Maps.
“Mostly,” you nodded. “It’d be better if I could actually get a maintenance guy to come out to my place but…”
Joel frowned.
“What’s goin’ on?”
“The garbage disposal has a hell of a leak,” you sighed. “I don’t know shit about plumbing so I’m afraid to try to fix it on my own. And the ceiling fan in my bedroom seems like it’s trying break out from its drywall prison whenever I turn it on so that’s been pretty useless. Maintenance keeps saying they’ll come by but they never do. I don’t think I’ll stay in that place longer than a year, this is what I get for apartment hunting from across the country.”
“I could look at it for you,” Joel shrugged before he was smart enough to stop himself.
“No,” you laughed and shook your head. “You’ve done enough for me as it is, I cannot ask you…”
“You didn’t ask, I offered,” he said. “I’m a contractor, my area of expertise is fixin’ shit shoddy builders fucked up. You have plans tomorrow? I can come by, take a look.”
Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid. That’s what he was. Fucking stupid.
“Tomorrow would be great, actually,” you said. “I’m just about unpacked but I have a whole box of under the sink kitchen stuff that’s still sitting on my table and driving me insane. But you’re sure I’m not putting you out? I swear, it’s nothing that urgent, I just need to light a fire under management’s ass…”
“Not puttin’ me out,” he smiled a little at the idea of that. Fuck, you were doing him a favor, giving him an excuse to see you again.
Stupid.
Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid STUPID.
SARAH’S. BEST. FRIEND.
“Early afternoon OK?” He asked. “Unless you gotta be somewhere…”
“Yeah, so far my vibrant social life here includes you and the barista down the street who now knows I prefer my lattes skim,” you laughed. “I’ll be around, come over whenever works for you. I hugely appreciate it, you have no idea.”
He watched you go into your apartment when he dropped you off, a townhouse that had definitely been built in the last five years. He sighed and shook his head. Shoddy fucking craftsmanship, things breaking that fast. He’d help you find a decent place when your lease was up.
As a friend.
Because he could be friends with you. That would be fine. Encouraged by his meddling but well-meaning daughter who’d arranged this to begin with. Friends help friends apartment hunt. He could be your friend.
He fucked his hand before he passed out, trying to think of anything besides grabbing you and kissing you at the bar as he did.
“Hey Dad! How’d it go last night?”
His eyes were still bleary as he read the text from his daughter the next morning.
“Hey Baby Girl,” he wrote back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. How was it already 10 a.m.? How was Sarah a morning person? She sure as shit didn’t get that from him. “Went fine. Your friend seems nice.”
She wrote back immediately.
“She’s the BEST. Seriously. Give her like 5 minutes and she’s going to show you the best food in town, she always found the coolest restaurants up here, places no one else from the office even knew existed.”
Joel smiled a little at that. He’d heard a lot about you over the last few years, now that he thought about it. He wasn’t big on social media so he only ever saw pictures Sarah texted him - usually a selfie in front of some tourist attraction as she stuck her tongue out at him - so he’d never had a face to put to the stories. But you’d become an integral part of her life in Seattle.
You’d started as a “cool new coworker.” Then you got a name. And then you just became a “we.” “We went to this awesome new restaurant.” “We checked out this concert last night.” “We decided to go up the Space Needle because screw it, why not be a tourist in your own city sometimes?” He never needed to ask who she meant, he knew she was talking about you.
He just hadn’t known it was you.
Which was another reason this was stupid. He could not even consider doing something with you, even just in his head, not when you were that close with his daughter.
“You guys going to hang out again?” She asked. “I think you’d be friends!”
Joel ground his teeth for a second.
“Don’t need you to find me friends just because Uncle Tommy got married.”
Sarah replied right away.
“Well if you did it yourself maybe I wouldn’t,” she said. “And she needs friends, too. Plus this is really all for my benefit, if she can swing me coming to the new Austin office and y’all are friends, we can all just hang out together. Way easier to coordinate my schedule.”
Joel laughed a little.
“Going to help her with something at her apartment today,” he sent back. “We’ll see if she wants me around after that.”
Joel managed to keep from going to your house the second he was dressed. This wasn’t a problem he’d had since he was a fucking teenager, obsessed with some girl from his bio class. He was looking at his watch every five minutes, hoping it was reasonable to leave his house and go to yours.
He called it at 11:45. He figured he’d bring you lunch. You said you liked spicy food - the spicier the better - and if your garbage disposal was leaking, chances are you couldn’t cook much. You’d need to eat something. It was the polite thing to do, he reasoned.
Joel went to his favorite taco truck and got a little bit of almost everything. It was way too much food for two people but fuck it, he didn’t care. As long as it was something you’d like, he really didn’t give a shit.
You were in some kind of matching not quite sweatsuit when you opened the door, the tan fabric looking so fucking soft.
“Hey!” You smiled broadly, like him coming over made your day. You looked at your phone screen. “Damn you really mean early afternoon don’t you?”
He glanced at his watch. 12:23.
“Figured you could use some lunch,” he held up the takeout bag. “Didn’t think you were able to cook much, disposal outta commission…”
“Are you really bringing me food when you came over to do me a favor?” You asked, brows raised. He shrugged. “They weren’t kidding about that whole southern gentleman thing, were they?”
“Gotta give you pretty things some reason to put up with us,” he smiled a little. You smiled back and held the door open for him.
Your place was sparsely decorated but comfortable and it looked like you were just about unpacked. Joel set the bag of tacos on the small table off your kitchen and you staked your claim to the spiciest one.
“If it’s too hot for you, no shame in tappin’ out,” he teased, unwrapping his own taco.
“I eat men with low spice tolerance for breakfast,” you waved him off. “This’ll be cake.”
You took a bite and chewed for a second before your eyes went wide. Joel tried not to laugh at you.
“Holy shit,” you held a hand in front of your full mouth as you spoke, your eyes watering. “That’s so hot! How the fuck…”
“Yeah, you northerners don’t know what you’re dealin’ with,” Joel smirked. “Welcome to the big leagues.”
“Oh, it’s on now, Miller,” you said, wincing a little. “I’ve got this, you have no idea…”
He laughed but you finished the taco, eyes watering and face sweating, the whole way.
“Alright, think you’ve earned some handyman work,” he smiled a little. You chugged water, somehow managing to look good as you did. “Kitchen sink right?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Run the water for longer than 30 seconds and it leaks like crazy…”
He did as you said, opening the cabinet below. You had a pot inside to catch any stray water. He turned the faucet on and after less than a minute, water was gushing out from the pipe leading down to the disposal. He shut it off.
“Good news is, it ain’t the disposal itself,” he said, putting his tools down beside the cabinet. “Looks like they just replaced it and did a shit job setting it up…”
He got down on the ground, lying down so his upper body was in the cabinet just as you came and perched on the counter nearby, watching him closely.
“Let me know what I can do to help,” you said. “I feel bad, you coming over, bringing me food, fixing my shit…”
“Don’t,” he said, frowning up at the plumbing. “Got me outta my house… can you hand me the wrench that’s in the lower part of the tool kit, the adjustable one?”
He heard you slide off the counter to the floor and rifle through his tools before handing him the wrench, your fingertips brushing his when you did. His heart sped up. Fuck this was stupid.
You settled in on the floor near him, near enough that he’d feel your leg brush his when he adjusted while he worked. You asked him about his favorite band and he asked you about yours. About favorite foods. About the one place on Earth you’d go if money and time were no object.
“Alright, think I’ve got it,” he said. “Do me a favor, turn the water on…”
“You sure?” You asked, a frown in your voice. “Don’t you want to sit up first?”
“I’m confident,” he smiled a little.
“Alright, turning it on now.”
And his confidence was correct.
For a minute.
And then it was like the floodgates opened and Joel was suddenly soaked.
“Cut it!”
You scrambled to obey as he got out from under the sink, dripping wet, shirt soaked.
“Shit,” he looked down at himself.
“I am so sorry!” Your hands were over your mouth, eyes wide. “One minute, let me grab you a towel…”
You ran down the hall and came back with a small pile of towels handing them to him one by one. He started with himself and then put towels down below the sink.
“I’m so sorry, Joel,” your eyes were so wide and earnest.
“Not your fault,” he said, getting up, feeling like more than a bit of an idiot. “Your maintenance people just fucked something up big time…”
“I have a washer and dryer,” you said quickly. “Let me wash that for you…”
“Thanks,” he said and he peeled off the wet shirt and handed it to you. “Appreciate it…”
He was so busy trying not to look at you that he hadn’t realized that you were staring at him, looking up him slowly, your lower lip in your teeth. Like you were interested in him, too. Like you were trying to keep your hands to yourself, too.
Your eyes met his. This was stupid, this was very very stupid. You were standing close to him, so fucking close to him.
“Joel,” you breathed.
He was kissing you before he could talk himself out of it.
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You weren’t sure if he kissed you or you kissed him but you didn’t really care because fuck, he was touching you. Your arms went around his neck and his hands went to your hips, pulling your body flush against his as he all but devoured you.
Like he’d done nothing but think of this since the night before, too.
You were up for an hour after you got home, cursing your best friend for having such a hot dad and trying to not think about what would have happened if you’d dragged him into your apartment when he dropped you off as you ran your vibrator over your needy clit.
Because how could you face Sarah if you’d fucked yourself to the thought of her dad?
But you weren’t worrying about that now.
Instead, you were leading Joel blindly through your apartment, to your bedroom. Your fingers tangled in his hair - wet from the explosive leak in your sink - as you kissed him. You pulled him against you as you sat back on your bed, crawling back toward the middle of it and tugging him along with you so he was hovering over you.
“You sure…” he began but you nodded so fast that he didn’t even finish asking, just smiling for a second before kissing you again.
His tongue was insistent inside your mouth, like he was trying to reach every part of you, but you liked it. The hot, aching need gathering in you liked it, liked that he was demanding and hungry for you to the point that, when his tongue slid back behind his own teeth it’s because he wanted to bite your lip with a growl.
You squirmed out of the soft wrap that was covering your arms and he pulled at your tank top, peeling it away from you and leaving you in just your lacy bralette you liked to wear before you really got dressed for the day. His hand cupped your breast, palm brushing your firm nipple, and you moaned. Joel slipped his hand into the lace and touched the bare skin below and you involuntarily thrust your hips up toward him. He smiled against your mouth at that.
“So eager,” he said, teasing.
“We both have way too much on,” you panted against him.
“Let me help you with that,” he slid his fingers below the band of the bralette and tugged it up and over your head, leaving you naked from the waist up. “Jesus Christ…”
“What?” You asked, breathless.
“And I thought you were gorgeous before,” his eyes went over you slowly, tracing the edges of you. “Fucking hell…”
You smiled and arched into kissing him again, fumbling with the button and zipper on his jeans as you did. When you got his pants open, you slipped your hand inside his underwear, finding his thick, hard cock and stroking him. It was gentle at first, getting a feel for him and fuck he was hard as steel below your touch. He was also easily the biggest cock you’d ever held, so thick and long you knew you were going to be feeling him for hours after you were done.
Not that you minded. You wanted nothing more than to walk around with a reminder of him inside you for a while.
Joel’s hands ran over you until he reached your pants and underwear. He pulled them off together, pausing just before your panties would be so far down that they would expose your dripping, aching slit. He pulled his lips from you.
“This really what you want?” He asked quietly, his eyes searching yours.
“I’ve been wanting this since last night,” you smiled a little at him.
“Fuck, I was hopin’ you’d say that.”
He pulled what remained of your clothes off and cast it aside, nudging you down so you were flat on the bed. He ran his finger over your slit, dipping into you just enough to make your entrance try to grip him but not enough that it gave your body something to hold. You moaned.
“Don’t worry, beautiful,” he pressed his finger against your clit, rubbing in circles, making you moan. “Gonna take real good care of you…”
He trailed his finger back down and sank it into you as his thumb pressed against your clit, making your body go tight around him. You rocked your hips against him and arched your back and you heard the smile in his voice as your hands flew to your comforter, knotting in the fabric there.
“There you go,” he said softly, kissing over your jaw to your throat, nipping and sucking you as he went. “Fuck you’re tight, need you to relax and come for me so I can get inside you…”
He added another finger, hooking them up into you, pressing into your inner walls and making you get tense and tight before you came hard around him, pussy throbbing so hard it almost hurt.
“You’re gonna feel so goddamn good,” he groaned as he slid his fingers from you. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down with his jeans before he stroked himself, his fingers still slick with you as he did.
“One sec,” you managed to find your voice and you stretched back to reach into your nightstand and grabbed a box of condoms. You needed to open it and pull one foil packet apart from the rest. “Sorry, haven’t needed one of these in a bit…”
“Won’t hear me arguin’,” he half smiled at you. Fuck, that fucking dimple. You opened the condom and slid it on his tip, watching his chest heave as you did. You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you took his covered tip in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him and using them to unroll the condom the rest of the way onto his thick, hard length. “Fuck, beautiful, tryin’ to rush me through this?”
You just sucked him for a moment, his head lodged at the back of your throat as you started to work his shaft with your mouth. His hand flew to your head, fingers twisting in your hair, as you went. He moaned as your tongue pressed against the underside of him before curling around his shaft. His grip on your hair tightened and you picked up the pace, all but choking yourself on his cock, not able to help yourself, until he pulled you back off him sharply, abruptly.
“Really don’t want things to be over that fast,” he panted, tilting his head back toward the ceiling for a moment. “Fucking hell you’re good at that…”
You smirked a little and he pushed you back down onto the bed before lining his cock up with your entrance. He paused and you moaned, rocking your hips against him, your whole body feeling like a spring that was coiled a bit too tight. His hands splayed wide over your thighs for a moment before sliding over your stomach, your breasts, back down again.
“Still want this?” He asked, voice needy.
“Want you,” you panted, nodding. “Need you, need you inside me…”
“Good,” he said, his large hands spread on your thighs, holding you open for him, watching where he was entering you as his cock split you open. He moaned, panting for breath. “Fuck, gonna be addicted to you, just fuckin’ know it…”
You pressed your hips up into him as he filled you totally, collapsing onto you as his hips met yours. He stilled in you, giving you a moment to adjust to the delicious stretch of him inside you. He was big enough that - if you hadn’t been so desperate for him, if he hadn’t already made you come once - you were sure that it would feel like he was breaking you in two. Like this, though, it was all pleasure with a hint of pain, just enough to make you feel so fucking full you thought you might burst with it.
He started slowly but forcefully, dragging his cock back so only his head was inside you, his pace so slow that you felt his head on every ridge inside you. But he thrust himself back into you hard, like he couldn’t bear not feeling you again immediately, like being without you was almost painful.
But he increased his pace, thrusting himself deep into you and pulling back before changing again, more rocking his hips down into you than fully thrusting into you. It meant he kept almost constant pressure on your clit, that the head of him was all but permanently against the spot inside that you immediately sought out whenever you used your vibrator. Your back arched into him and your pussy was so tight around him you were certain you couldn’t get any more wanting.
“Fuck, need to feel you come while I’m inside you,” he managed, sliding his arms below you to press your bare chest against him. “Please, Beautiful, fuck, please come for me…”
“Joel!” You cried out his name as you came around him and he fucked into you for another moment before you felt him throb inside as he spilled into the condom.
He collapsed on top of you, panting for breath and you ran your hands over his broad back. After a minute, he kissed you gently and pulled himself from your wrung out body and lying beside you.
“So,” he was still short of breath. “Got anythin’ around here I can come by and fix tomorrow?”
You laughed a little, trying not to think of the fact that you’d just fucked your best friend’s dad. Trying not to think of the fact that there was no way this could be a one time thing.
“Oh, I’m sure I can think of something,” you said. “I’m sure I can think of a lot of things.”
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Joey B Imagines: I Can’t Help Myself*
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Summary: While Joe’s away doing foundation stuff, there's an overwhelming amount of photos of him popping up on Twitter and Instagram. All of them had you patiently waiting for your fiance's arrival home.
Warnings: Smut
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagines Universe: Just the Two of Us
A/N: Apron and shirtless Joe have me feral, had to speed-write this.
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March 3rd, 2024
It all started with an innocent text from my bestie.
Attachment: 1 Image… Tumblr is going crazy over this right now!
At that moment, I shook my head with a laugh at my best friend's text. She was on Tumblr to keep up with her celebrity crushes, but one day, she jokingly looked my fiance's name up. She would never give me details about what was on the ‘tag’, but she'd now and then tell me what was up with Joe Burrow Tumblr.
Joe had left the house earlier today for a foundation event at a soup kitchen here in Cincy. Robin and Jimmy, Joe’s parents, had come from Athens and were going with him.
By the looks of the picture my best friend sent, Joe wasn't having as bad of a time as he anticipated he would. This morning was full of endless grumbles before I eventually shoved Joe out of the door, but he was smiling in the picture as he poured some soup into a bowl.
He seriously looked adorable. The Guinness hat gives him an oddly innocent look, while the apron he's wearing adds to the cuteness factor.
I'm so buying that man an apron to wear when we're cooking. I thought to myself, giggling out loud.
After sending my bestie a quick response back, I pulled up Joe’s contact.
Nice apron, cutie. 😉
Naturally, It was a while later when Joe answered, but his response set butterflies off in my stomach.
Depending on the intentions behind the wink emoji, I could ask to bring one home if it works ya up.
Taking a few moments to calm down, I shot a nonchalant response back to Joe.
The hat too?
The hat too. I draw the line at the plastic gloves, though. I gotta feel you with no barriers, baby.
How this man can control every pulse point in my body with just his words will never fail to amaze me.
Shit, my mom was reading that beside me. 😬
JOSEPH LEE BURROW.
My stomach dropped at the thought of Robin reading her son practically dirty-talking to me. That's next-level embarrassment.
I'm joking, babe. See you later, with an apron and hat.
Omg, Joe! If I was with you right now, you'd get smacked in the back of the head. I love you, though. See ya later!
Love you too. 😘
This morning, Joe woke up ready to go. I'm not talking about being ready to go to the foundation event, I'm talking about sex.
Joe woke up most mornings wanting a quick romp to start the day, so it had slowly become a part of our daily routine.
It was a different story today, though.
—
Still naked from the previous night’s lovemaking session, Joe had pulled me into him as our lips met. I'd just gotten close enough to grind on his erection when Joe’s phone rang on the nightstand.
“You should probably get that.” - you said between kisses
Joe groaned out of annoyance when he pulled away and grabbed his phone, rolling his eyes when he saw the caller ID.
“Who is it?” - you stroked his chest
“My mom.” - Joe
“Why'd you roll your eyes then?” - you
He sighed and pulled me into his chest, moving his hips away, knowing any friction would make him lose control.
“She treats me like a little kid every time we have one of these foundation events.” - Joe
“You're her baby, Joe. She’s just looking out for you.” - you
Joe nodded with a sigh and accepted the call.
“Hey Mom, yeah I'm awake.” - Joe
His deep, raspy morning voice made my cheeks heat up, and I hid my blush in his chest.
“My shirt’s been ironed, yes. y/n ironed it and laid it out last night.” - Joe
The silence gave me the ability to hear what Robin was saying, and the words she said only made my heart flutter.
“You better have thanked her. Joe, I don't think you realize how lucky you are to have that woman by your side.” - Robin
“I'm very lucky, Mom. Wouldn't be who I am without her.” - Joe
“Make sure she knows that. I'll see you later, sweetie!” - Robin
“Bye, Mom.” - Joe
I cuddled closer to Joe, listening to him mumble a quick “Yes, I love you too” before hanging up.
“Wouldn't be where you are without me, huh sheisty?” - you laughed
“Shut it.” - Joe rolled his eyes
A few seconds of content silence passed before Joe cleared his throat and sat up.
“Okay, I'm like super horny right now, but I'm gonna push that away because I've been thinking about something.” - Joe
“What's that?” - you
“We still haven't told anybody that I proposed. I told you we could wait till we got back to Cincy, and we've been back for weeks. I'm trying to say that we need to tell our families soon.” - Joe
“Oh ok, that's fine. Whenever you want to, I'm down.” - you
“Actually? Just like that?” - Joe
I giggled and gently reached out to comb back the curls that had fallen over on Joe’s forehead.
“Yeah, just like that. It's been fun keeping it just between us, but I want nothing more than telling our family we’re gonna get married.” - you
“Can I also ask you about something else?” - Joe
“Mhm.” - you
Joe sighed and took a second to clear his thoughts.
“You okay?” - you
“Yeah… I'm just trying to pay attention, it's kinda hard to, you know…” - Joe
He flicked his head down toward the tented sheet covering his lap.
“Focus, babe.” - you laughed
“Okay, uhm… what if we got married earlier than this coming offseason?” - Joe
“What do you mean?” - you tilted your head to the side
“What if we got married at the courthouse, no one else there? Just you, me, and the judge. It could be as soon as next month or as late as a week before our actual ceremony.” - Joe
I let his idea sink in, thinking about how sweet his idea of getting married soon is.
“I’m listening.” - you smiled
“We won't do our big vows or even exchange rings yet, just the license saying we're married, and hopefully your name change.” - Joe grinned
“y/n Burrow.” - you
Joe grinned from ear to ear, a blush on his cheeks as he heard my first name paired with his last name.
“Always thought that sounded perfect. I remember thinking about it on the first day of college during roll call. I couldn't take my eyes off of you after our professor said your name, and I thought about your last name as Burrow.” - Joe
“You're adorable.” - you
“Thanks.” - Joe
A few seconds went by without either of us saying something, but Joe broke it with a sigh.
“Are we going to continue what we were doing before your mom called?” - you
“Sadly, I have to start getting ready. Waiting will make tonight even better, though.” - Joe winked
“How do you know I'll even want it later?” - you
“You will, baby. You always do.” - Joe
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Now, here I was, staring at a picture of my fiance pouring soup into a bowl.
Something about the moment just screamed husband.
Maybe it was the adorable apron. Or hat. Or plastic gloves.
Whatever it was, I wanted more of it. More of him. All of him.
My thoughts lingered to the most intimate moments with Joe. Catching myself before I got too worked up, I pulled up my phone to scroll through Instagram.
As soon as I did, though, my plan of a distraction was shot to hell.
Justin Hillard made a post of the Arizona trip the boys went on and one of the last slides showcased a sweaty, shirtless Joe.
“Where's Joe when you need him.” - you groaned
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What felt like hours later, I heard the garage door open signaling Joe was home.
A minute later, his tall frame was striding into the kitchen. I watched him look around for a second before his eyes landed on me.
A grin formed on his lips as he walked up to the couch. Joe dropped to his knees in front of me and leaned in for a kiss.
When I went to pull away, Joe grabbed the back of my neck to keep me in place. After a few minutes of making out, Joe finally pulled away.
“Sorry, I really needed that.” - Joe sheepishly smiled
“It's alright, I did too.” - you smiled
“How was your day? I didn't leave you too bored, right?” - Joe
“My day was good, and no. I spent most of it obsessing over the new pics of you.” - you
“Felt like I never left then, huh?” - Joe
“Dead wrong. Staring at the pictures only made me miss you more.” - you
I watched as Joe teasingly licked his lips, never once breaking eye contact.
“Why's that?” - Joe
“Cut the shit, Joe. You know exactly why.” - you
“Because we didn't have sex this morning? That's why you missed me?” - Joe
“Well, that's not the only reason why. I naturally hate being away from you, but yes sex has something to do with it.” - you
Joe reached out and placed his hand on my inner thigh, nestling his hand against my crotch.
“Wanna go upstairs then?.” - Joe
I nodded, and Joe was quick to stand up and pick me up bridal style.
Giggles flew from both of our lips as Joe hurried up the stairs to our bedroom.
Soon, Joe was laying me on the bed and crawling on top of me.
“I love you.” - you said between kisses
Joe smiled and returned the sentiment, my arms wrapping around his neck as we kissed.
“Listen let's just get straight to it. I've been looking forward to this all day.” - you
“You don't want the tongue & finger combo first?” - Joe
I laughed at his bluntness before nodding my head.
“I need you inside me.” - you
“Fuck, I love hearing you say that.” - Joe
Joe placed his lips back on mine and shifted his weight onto one arm, lifting the other hand to unzip his fly.
I helped him shed his pants off, but Joe took my hand away when I reached for his boxers. He sat back on his knees for a second to pull his shirt over his head, quickly returning to his position above me when he was done.
My arms were around his shoulder as Joe slowly dropped his hips to grind on me. Just seconds later he'd pull away to take my clothes off.
When we were both naked, Joe’s lust-filled eyes scanned over my body before reversing course and locking with mine.
“God, you're beautiful, baby.” - Joe
After Joe lined himself up to my entrance, he slowly pushed inside. Making sure I felt every inch of him.
“You feel so good.” - Joe groaned
“You too…” - you
“So hot and wet for me, baby.” - Joe
Joe didn't move for a minute, just savoring the feeling of my walls wrapped around his hard cock.
“Joey, move, please?” - you
I watched him nod before he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek. Joe formed a path of kisses from my cheek to my lips.
Once he met my lips, Joe slipped out of me before slamming his cock back inside.
Both of us moaned loudly when his tip hit my cervix, my walls squeezing Joe’s thrusting cock as he set a rough pace.
“You feel insane.” - Joe moaned
“I've been dreaming about this… all day.” - you
A few minutes later, Joe and I were still locked together at mouth and crotch.
“I'm not gonna last much longer.” - Joe moaned
“Me… neither.” - you
Joe’s face contorted as the overwhelming pleasure coursed through his body. His cute nose scrunching as his eyes are clenched shut.
“Oh, fuck!” - Joe grunts
Seconds later, with a shaky hand, Joe reaches down to where we were connected and rubbed my clit with his thumb. His thrusts became uneven but never once unsatisfactory.
“Joey! I'm gonna cum!” - you moaned
It wasn't much longer after that when I fell over the edge, moaning Joe’s name through my climax.
Joe continued his thrusts before rushing to get as deep as he could.
His head fell back, and his mouth fell open. A moan and grunt of my name leaves his pretty pink lips as he cums.
After his orgasm, Joe fell forward and on top of me. Burying his face in my neck as he stayed inside me, fading out the experience.
I reached a hand up and cupped the back of Joe’s head, slowly running my fingers through his unruly curls. The comforting sounds of our mutual heavy breath and the ceiling fan created a soft moment.
“You really liked that apron, huh?” - Joe
“Yeah.” - you giggled
Joe stayed there for a bit, enjoying being cuddled before he eventually pulled out and hopped out of bed.
My eyes lingered on his perfectly plump butt as Joe walked into our bathroom, later returning with a washcloth to clean us both up.
He strode up to me as I stayed lying in the bed. Joe softly caressed my thighs while gently spreading my legs apart.
I hummed in contentment at the feel of the warm washcloth, and Joe only smiled at the sound.
After cleaning himself up too, Joe slipped on a pair of clean boxers.
“Do you want one of my shirts to sleep in? Panties too, maybe?” - Joe
“Just one of your shirts will be fine.” - you smiled
Joe nodded and disappeared into the closet. A few seconds later, he walked back in with one of his pregame shirts that was from a previous season.
“Lean up for me, baby.” - Joe
I did his bidding and Joe slipped the top over my head, making sure my arms went through the sleeves.
“Comfy?” - Joe
He walked around the bed and climbed into his side.
“Very, and it smells like you.” - you grinned
“I hope that's a good thing.” - Joe laughed
“It's a very good thing, you smell delicious.” - you
Joe chuckled as he pulled me into his chest, one of his big hands running over my back as my head was hidden in Joe’s neck.
“I love you.” - you
“I love you more.” - Joe
He lovingly stroked my hair, providing tender words of affirmation and holding me tightly in his arms during their comforting aftercare ritual.
“Oh shit, do you know what I just realized?” - Joe
“What?” - you
“My apron is down in my car. I forgot to show you.” - Joe sighed
“It's okay. You can show me tomorrow.” - you giggled
“Guess what.” - Joe
I narrowed my eyes, trying to see his expression in the dark but failing.
“What?” - you
“I grabbed one for you too.” - Joe smiled
“Oh my god.” - you laughed
“I couldn't help myself!” - Joe
He laughed along with me before we both paused, coincidently yawning in sync, which ended in another laughing fit.
“Goodnight, baby.” - you
“Goodnight, my love.” - Joe
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Authors note: because Joe was illegally fine that day.
Came from my own head! 💞
#joe burrow#bengals#joe burrow imagine#joe burrow x reader#joey b#cincinnati bengals#joe burrow fan fic#joe burrow series#joe burrow smut
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💜7 mins in heaven with Dabi: Pt. 4💙
Continuation of Part 3
You woke up cold.
Freezing, actually.
Shivering while trying to burrow further under your covers, you blink your eyes around your room confused. Groaning in annoyance, you reach for your phone to check the time, the dim light blinding.
2:07 a.m.
Great...so I've only been asleep for an hour.
You had a few notifications on your phone the very first one that caught your eye being an alert from the school.
🚨!!!ATTENTION!!!🚨 All students in the SOUTH dormitories, we have just been notified that the heating system has stopped working. We are working as fast as possible to get someone in the morning to check out the issue and hopefully get it resolved as fast as possible. If you know anyone staying in a different dorm that is willing to accommodate you, we encourage you to take the offer. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience. The safety of our students-
You groan and lay there in silence and stare at your closet, debating whether or not to risk what warmth you had to cross your freezing room to grab a sweatshirt and put warmer pants on. Deciding not too, you pout and bury yourself under the covers, tucking the blanket under your head to conserve heat as you think about what to do.
Your best friend is also in the South dorms, so staying with them isn't reasonable. You open your phone again with the intent to message them when another notification caught your eye.
brainwxshed followed you
brainwxshed sent you a message: hey...did u get back to your dorm okay?
You furrow your eyebrows and tap on the username, wondering who it was. Their account was small, with not too many posts or followers. The majority of the posts were pictures of sketches drawn in an art journal.
Really good sketches. Interesting.
There weren't any selfies showing who the person was, but you spotted a picture of a familiar cat sitting on a window sill looking outside. The caption read: "it's her dorm tbh...i just live in it."
Ahhh...Hitoshi.
You smile, following him back, and return back to the message seeing that he sent it an hour and a half ago. You felt a twinge of guilt for not seeing it before you went to sleep, but you had avoided your phone completely after receiving Touya's message.
Disappointment quickly flashes through you before fading to disgust.
Shaking your head, you decide to reply, not knowing if he was still awake.
you: hey! yeah i got back okay, thank u for checking 😊
Surprisingly, the message was read almost instantly as he started typing back.
brainwxshed: thats good. i was wondering if u were okay bc Touya came back pissed lol
You roll your eyes as he typed out another message.
brainwxshed: but knowing how he is, i can only guess what he tried to do. u don't have to tell me, but i know u can hold ur own around him from what i saw earlier 👀
A small smile finds its way to your face as you respond.
you: yeah im not that kind of girl. and im definitely not one to be messed with😤
brainwxshed: i can tell. kitty's a lil fiesty~
Despite your shivering, heat rises on your cheeks and you couldn't find any annoyance or disgust hearing the teasing name come from Hitoshi.
brainwxshed: so why is the kitty awake at this hour?
You bite your lip.
you: apparently the heater is broken in the south dorms...I was going to message my friend and try to figure out what to do.
The reality of your situation sinks back in and you frown.
brainwxshed: shit i saw that message...do u need a place to stay? u can stay with me. Kat is at an internship out of town but i'll stay in his room and u can have mine.
Shocked, you don't know how to respond as he starts typing again.
brainwxshed: i don't know about ur friend though...we only have the couch?
Leaving him on read, you quickly find your bestie's contact and shoot them a text when you see they had already messaged you earlier.
Oops.
bestie: pls don't be mad at me but remember that guy from the party?? so he invited me-
Sighing, you understand what they're trying to say. Sending them a quick response saying it was fine, you go back to Hitoshi's message. Am I really doing this?
You don't even know Hitoshi. Compared to Touya, Hitoshi didn't seem like he was trying to get you into bed but who's to say he wouldn't try anything when you get there. However, there also wasn't anyone else on campus that you knew who could let you stay.
Teeth starting to chatter from the cold, you had no other options.
Fuck.
you: i don't want to intrude or anything...
brainwxshed: fuck i thought i scared u off. no srsly its ok and it works bc my brother is out. my heater is fine and u already know i got spare blankets
you: 😭😭 thank you omg i owe you big time. ok let me grab a few things just in case.
brainwxshed: dont worry about it. i'll come pick you up. what's ur dorm room number?
Texting him your room number, you whip the covers off and freezing air hits you like a ton of bricks. Cursing out loud, you stumble towards the closet looking for a travel bag to shove clothes in. Picking up random clothes you deemed warm enough for walking to class tomorrow you throw them in. Quickly, you move on to your other necessities and hygiene, placing everything in a smaller bag.
You were done packing in no time, teeth chattering violently as you change the clothes you had on into something warmer. One of your larger hoodies was in the back of your closet and you sigh in relief, throwing it on.
Hopefully I won't be there for long.
A knock sounded on your door just as you unplugged your phone charger.
Bounding over to the door, you grab your bag along the way and open it, seeing Hitoshi bundled up under a scarf, only his eyes visible.
Trying to smile through chattering teeth, you close and lock your door behind you with numb fingers.
"I actually think it's colder in here than it is outside," Hitoshi sniffles. "Where's your friend's dorm?"
Turning back around you clutch your bag closer to your side, itching to get somewhere warm. "H-huh?" You look at him confused.
"You said your friend is in these dorms too?"
"O-oh! Y-yeah, they're staying with someone already." If you weren't busy trying to ignore the cold starting to settle in your bones, you'd see the shyness flicker in Hitoshi's eyes.
He shakes his head and nods towards the exit. "Let's get you out of here."
The two of you basically sprinted back to his dorm, trying to get some blood moving and warm up a bit. "I hate the cold," you call after him, hearing him snort as he came to an abrupt stop outside his door to unlock it.
"You and me both." He opens the door for you, motioning you to enter first. A soft meow was heard along with something brushing against your legs.
"Hello again Mimi," you reach down and scratch her behind the ears softly before standing straight to look around awkwardly. As you do, Hitoshi undoes his scarf, revealing his lip ring as he rolls it into his mouth, undoing his coat next.
You gulp, trying not to stare as he takes off a layer of clothing. It was weird being back here especially since none of his other friends were around to break the ice.
"Thank you again for letting me stay here...and I'm sorry for intruding."
Hitoshi smiles, tossing his coat on the back of a chair, and crosses his arms to lean against the kitchen counter and look at you. "That's the second time you've apologized for intruding. Actually, the fourth time if you count when you came over earlier to watch that movie with us."
You purse your lips, not really knowing what to say. "Well...you didn't have to accommodate me, and just not have even bothered, but you did so-"
He laughs lowly, purple irises crinkling as they glint in amusement. "Chill, (Y/n), I wouldn't have bothered if I wasn't interested." Hitoshi must see the irritated look on your face when he said that, so he backtracked, clearing his throat. "I'm just teasing you, kitten."
Oh.
Hearing the nickname in person was very different from reading it. The flush on your face was definitely visible and wow...it was warm in here. If Hitoshi notices, he doesn't comment on it and pushes off the counter. "Let me show you to my room."
Panic starts to bubble up again as he brushes past you. "Relax, (Y/n). It's where you're going to sleep. I'm going to Kat's room, remember?" He whispers low in your ear making goosebumps start to form on your arms as he waits for you to turn and follow him.
Gulping, you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. He's not Touya. He's not Touya. He's not Touya- You turn and force a small smile, not being able to look at his face.
You feel Hitoshi's gaze linger before he turns and leads you down a hallway. Feeling like you made it awkward for assuming something, you scramble to think of something to say.
"You said brother?" Recalling the text he sent you earlier, you try to aim for something family-friendly.
"Hm?" Hitoshi drawls, opening the door to the left and walking inside. You follow, scared at first but your jaw drops in surprise seeing the beautiful room in front of you. Straight ahead was a large drawing board desk which was pressed up against a window. Potted plants hung from the ceiling around the window and over the desk giving off an earthy/chilled vibe.
A bed was tucked into the far corner of the room, and next to it was a small nightstand that held a Totoro diffuser which was releasing a lavender scent into the room. Now the vibe of the room made sense and you awed silently, appreciating the vision and the fact that his room was clean.
And it smelled nice. Really nice.
"I'm obsessed with your room," you say in awe walking further in. To your left was a mossy green cat tower and an almost full bookshelf with little odds and ends placed on top.
Hitoshi was leaning against his door frame, watching you take in his room, and by the time you look at him again, he was blushing slightly. "Studio Ghibli is one of, if not, the best animation companies to ever exist."
Finally, the sketching was starting to click. "Ahh...so your major is..."
"Graphic design. Well, obviously I want to move toward animations so I might have a minor in software engineering..." Hitoshi trails off looking thoughtful. "I'm also in a creative writing course for story-based concepts."
Hitoshi seems a bit embarrassed to be saying everything he was doing, but you were shocked, developing a newfound respect for the man.
"I might switch the two actually. I don't know yet." Sighing in frustration, Hitoshi runs a hand through his hair, stressed.
One second he was fine showing you his room and the next, he looked like you just asked him for the solution to save the world from aliens. You couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of your mouth.
"I didn't mean to make you panic, Stress-toshi," you tease while trying to apologize sincerely, but seeing him pout makes you laugh again.
"Here I am letting you borrow my room and this is how you treat me? Shameful." Hitoshi sighs dramatically while grinning. Shaking his head, he flips his wrist to check the time.
"You better get to bed, kitten. It's past your bedtime." Hitoshi crosses his arms again and smirks at you. Pulling out your own phone, you double-check the time as well.
3:28 a.m.
"You're up too," you accuse, pointing a finger at him while placing your bag down on his bed.
"Ah~ the perks of having insomnia~" Hitoshi teases. It's meant to sound playful, but you could hear the hurt and tiredness in his voice. You frown slightly before turning to look at him fully. He was smirking, but the droopiness of his eyes stood out more with the bags that accompanied them.
Hitoshi looked exhausted.
You didn't know what to say to comfort him. Do I comfort him? Just as you fumbled around in place trying to find something to say, something flicked your forehead.
Your hand flies up in an instant, rubbing the sore spot, seeing that Hitoshi has walked up to you. "I have some...ways to resolve it, kitten~ It's cute to see you worry about me though."
You couldn't tell if that was supposed to sound suggestive or not, but it made your heart rate speed up anyways. "I'm not wo-"
"Do you want to help me fall asleep?" Hitoshi whispers, cutting through your denial as he brings the finger that flicked you to trace down your jawline.
Now THAT was suggestive.
You bat his hand away and turn towards your- Hitoshi's bed. "Oh wow, look at the time. I'm tired." Yawning, you're about to pull back the covers when you realize that Hitoshi is still in the room with you.
His room.
And he's watching you climb onto his bed.
Hitoshi must be able to read minds because the laugh he let out made it clear he knew what you were thinking. That attractive laughter faded as he move back over to the door, satisfied with whatever spiral he sent you down.
"Sweet dreams, kitten."
The door closes and you're still stuck staring at the bed.
At least you were warm.
~*~*~*~*
The bright sun is what woke you up. Snuggling further under the warm blankets, you hum contently breathing in deep woodsy lavender. It took a few seconds of your sleep-muddled brain to catch up, but remembering that you weren't in your own bed was jarring.
It was nice though, and Hitoshi wasn't that bad of a person. Sure, he's a tease too, but seeing his room and watching him talk briefly about his dream career...
You smiled into his blankets.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit you next and your stomach growled. Surprisingly enough, the thought of seeing Hitoshi first thing in the morning made your stomach flip. Rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes, you pull yourself out of his bed and walk over to the door, letting yourself out of his room.
You stumble your way to the kitchen, seeing Hitoshi stare at the coffee machine as it drips into his mug. "'Mornin'" you mumble, leaning against the counter, trying to wake up.
Hitoshi turns around and smiles at you. "Good morning, kitten." His voice was deep usually but hearing it even get even deeper in the morning...you cupped your hands over your face to pretend that you were rubbing the sleepiness away when in reality you're suppressing a shudder.
"Sleep good?" He asks teasingly, a knowing smirk on his face.
"'S too early," you mumble, staring at his coffee longingly, not even bothering to entertain him right now. Hitoshi hums in amusement.
"Did you see the text yet?" He asked smoothly and from your confused silence, Hitoshi turns to you to elaborate. "From the school. It might take up to a week to get the heater fixed." He motions to the coffee. "Want some?"
Your eyes flutter from the sudden intake of information. "Wait...what?!" Hitoshi snickers watching you panic.
"Relax, you can stay here."
"But-"
"Nope."
"Hito-"
"Nada."
"I-"
"Coffee?"
You purse your lips and narrow your eyes at his victorious grin. Nodding in agreement, you jump up on the counter to sit, now wide awake and alert. While processing everything, you look around the kitchen, basking in warm golden light despite how cold it might be outside. Your eyes finally land on Hitoshi who had turned away from you to look for another mug in a cupboard.
He was shirtless.
Your eyes zero in on the large tattoo of flowers blooming across his back. The shadowing of the flowers enhanced by the muscles of his back, leading to a narrow waist. You had only ever seen Hitoshi with long sleeves on, so this was the last thing you were expecting.
Not that you were complaining.
Entranced, you watch him reach up to the top shelf, long defined arms grabbing an extra mug before turning around. Your breath leaves your lungs in a quick swoosh seeing nipple piercings.
You clear your throat, quickly diverting your gaze to anything else. Hitoshi doesn't say anything and just takes your mug to the coffee machine, replacing it just as his finished.
"So, you and Touya, hm?" Hitoshi calmly asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
....what?
"I think you mean me and nobody." You correct firmly, crossing your arms over your chest.
Hitoshi watches you over the rim of his mug, eyes crinkling in the corners. "Why not?"
Tilting your head, you blink once, knowing he already knew the answer to that. Hitoshi snorts and you ponder again out loud, "I thought I told you last night, 'why not.'" Making air quotes, you lower your hands to grip the edge of the counter.
Hitoshi shuffles closer to you, the sun highlighting his torso beautifully, your throat going dry at the sight.
"Hm...so the kitten only likes 'good guys.'"
Hitoshi stops in front of you, lower abs almost brushing your knees. You force your eyes away from his stomach, eyes catching on another tattoo on his ribcage, before meeting his eyes.
"Yeah," you sit there rolling the term over in your head liking the sound of it, "good guys like you!"
Hitoshi quirks his pierced eyebrow and smirks, taking another sip of coffee before setting it down next to you. Realizing what you just said, you try to backtrack and explain yourself, stuttering and flushing.
You were fully aware nothing articulate was coming out of your mouth so you just stopped trying. By then, Hitoshi had inched closer, and your legs unconsciously spread to let him in.
Crowding your space, he leans forward as you lean back, hands having to catch your balance on the counter space behind you. He braced his hands on either side of your thighs, trapping you in. Your heart skipped a beat knowing you could only lean back so far unless Hitoshi was going to actually lay on top of you. His eyes were lidded but determined, his fingertips just brushing the sides of your thigh teasingly. "No one said I was a good guy either, kitten."
Your breath catches in your throat watching Hitoshi's gaze flicker down to your lips and back up to your eyes. It was silent except for the pounding of your heart in your ears. A lazy smirk appears on Hitoshi's face as he tilts his head to the side, inching closer to your lips.
"Well, I could be a good boy..." Hitoshi says huskily, pausing to heighten the anticipation, mouth parting slightly as his eyes flicker back down to your lips. "...I can be good just for you~"
His words felt like they were whispered across your lips, a silent but deadly promise dipped in honey. A whine bubbled up in your throat, overwhelmed with what was happening. Everything felt hazy and slow, making you fall deeper into Hitoshi's eyes.
Eyes fluttering, you manage a small "hm?" now zeroing on the ghost feeling of a metal lip ring. You could almost feel it against your lips and oh how badly you wanted a taste.
"Yeah?" Hitoshi breathed out coyly, his fingertips now drawing circles on your outer thighs. "Want me to be your good boy?"
Releasing your bitten lip, your mouth parts as you stare at Hitoshi wantonly. His teasing smirk drops as his eyes lowered more, yours beginning to close as well-
"'Morning 'Toshi! Ready to go get some coffee?! I'm also thinking donu- Oh."
The both of you were too consumed in each other to hear the door unlocking and opening to a cheerful Keigo who was now standing silently with his jaw dropped open.
You quickly lean back further, pulling away from Hitoshi your face burning in embarrassment. Keigo looked shocked but also somewhat embarrassed to be walking in on something that he shouldn't of. For once, he was speechless. You were too frozen to move, not knowing what to say as your eyes moved from Keigo to the figure towering behind him.
Your heart leaps into your throat seeing Touya's expression. It was dark and angry twisted with jealousy and hurt. For someone you could never tell what he was feeling, you could see everything now.
"What's going on here?" Touya asked, tight-lipped as he forced his way further in the room, pushing Keigo slightly to the side as he started Hitoshi down.
It was then you notice Hitoshi still hasn't moved.
Using your opposite foot not visible to Keigo and Touya, you kick him lightly in the leg to hopefully get his attention. It seems to work as he slowly moved away from you, not before grabbing his now lukewarm coffee. "I offered (Y/n) a place to stay since the South dorms heater broke down." Hitoshi says smoothly, taking a sip of the coffee while staring back at Touya over the rim.
Touya seemed to be gritting his teeth, trying to figure out what to say.
"O-oh! I heard about that! Are you okay, (Y/n)? Did you get any news yet if they fixed it?" Keigo desperately tries to break the tension, looking at you eagerly for help.
However, you were too busy praying that the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You couldn't even look into Keigo's eyes knowing you and Hitoshi were caught doing...whatever that was.
"Actually, another message came out this morning saying that it might take up to a week to get the correct parts for the heater. Isn't that right, (Y/n)?" Hitoshi answers Keigo's question for you, still staring down Touya.
It felt as if you were holding your breath with how suffocating the tension was. You take a risk and glance up at Touya who must've sensed that you moved to look at him because his eyes move to yours.
All at once, the weird anger dissipates from his body, going back to his usual poker face.
Confused, you feel the tension evaporate as you take a chance and glance at Hitoshi who also seemed a little weirded out by Touya's 180° turn.
"Uh...yeah." You answer back, shifting on the counter and looking back to Keigo who looked bewildered.
Clearing his throat, Keigo steps back up next to Touya and turns to Hitoshi awkwardly. "Right....so....coffee and donuts? Yo and Tomura are going to meet us there."
Hitoshi finally turns to look at you, a questionable look on his face. "You wanna go?"
Staring at him only made heat rise to your cheeks again, a knowing look flashing in Hitoshi's eyes which didn't help.
"Yeah, that sounds good."
I could go for a donut right about now...
~*~*~*~*
Keigo walked next to you the whole way and you could just tell that he was itching to ask questions but didn't know where to start. It didn't help that Touya and Hitoshi were walking in front of you two talking about god knows what, the weird tension from earlier--nonexistent--like it never even happened.
That only seemed to make Keigo more restless and it's only going to hurt him more when you tell him there's nothing to say.
You didn't have any answers.
I wish I did.
Instead, Keigo mindlessly talked about the ending of the movie you skipped out on, filling you in even though you didn't ask. You watched Touya's back instead, mind drifting to what he texted you last night and if he meant it by the way he acted when he saw Hitoshi on you.
Your eyes narrow, feeling conflicted.
The two boys in front of you stopped, Hitoshi pulling the door open to let everyone through. The scent of freshly baked donuts and roasted coffee filled your nose making you smile in bliss.
"Mmm!" Keigo hums, pulling you away from the two brooding alpha-men and over to the glass case to look at the donuts. "Ooh~ (Y/n), how many are you gonna get? Look! They have raspberry glazed!"
Half-expecting Keigo to start interrogating you, you're grateful his attention is diverted elsewhere. You look at all the options and decide on two, Keigo still struggling with what he wanted. After you paid, you turn to see where Touya and Hitoshi went, seeing them in a booth with Yo and Tomura.
Tomura catches your eye and waves sweetly, calling you over. Beckoning you to sit next to him, you do, only to realize Touya was sitting in front of you. Avoiding eye contact with him, you dig in your bag a pull out one of the donuts you just bought, biting into it carefully.
"Hitoshi was just telling us about your dorm situation," Tomura prods, looking at you with pity. "That sucks...but it kinda works out since Kat is out on leave."
"Okay! I bought a dozen!" Before you could respond, Keigo comes bounding over to the table with a large box of donuts and a drink carrier full of coffee orders.
He passes them out and sits next to Hitoshi.
"What the hell do you need a dozen donuts for?" Yo scoffs, face twisted as it looked like he was still trying to wake up.
Keigo rolls his eyes. "To share with all of you!"
Yo was already reaching for the box before Keigo finished his sentence.
"Anyways..." Tomura directs your attention back to him, waiting for a response.
"Uh...there's nothing really to say. I'm really thankful he offered me a place to stay until everything gets fixed." You tentatively say, finding yourself treading your words carefully.
Tomura looks to Hitoshi, who was eating a paw-shaped donut, for more details. Mid-chew Hitoshi looks up during the silence, seeing everyone stare at him.
"What? That's it." He takes a swig of the hot coffee Keigo bought him, innocent eyes staring back at all of his friends. Keigo makes a disbelieving noise that dissolved into a cough as his leg jerked under the table. The group of friends got quiet and you've never felt more like an outsider.
Yo sat on the other side of Tomura, chewing noisily, eyes still half closed and hair still messy from bed. He looked so lost and confused, it almost made you laugh.
"The fuck are you guys on?" Yo mumbled, shoving the rest of the donut in his mouth before reaching for another. Before anyone could say anything again, a shrill voice called out.
"Touyaaaa~" The girl wraps her arm around Touya's neck, bending down as she stared you in the eyes over his shoulder. "Last night was soooooooo fun, baby~"
You quirk your eyebrows and take another bite of your donut, almost laughing at this girl trying to claim Touya in front of you. You just happened to be sitting in front of him. There was absolutely nothing-
Last night?
Your eyes widened considerably, your mouth frozen open just before you could even take a bite. This time you did look at Touya, only to see a small fire burning low in his eyes as he was already staring back, not even paying attention to the girl hanging on him. You jerked back, and placed the unfinished donut back into the bag, no longer hungry.
"I'm going to the restroom," not waiting for a response, you excuse yourself from the table, ignoring the way the girl was giggling and whispering in Touya's ear. You felt lightheaded and winded, blindly making your way down the darkened hallway to the bathrooms feeling sick.
Just before you could reach the door, a body crowds you from behind pressing you against the wall. You didn't even have to turn around to see who it was.
"Touya. Get off." You didn't understand why you were upset. Believing in Touya's sweet words and the little hope it gave you.
"(Y/n), I didn't-"
"Off."
Touya backs off, only giving you enough space to turn around. Before he could open his infuriating mouth again you jab a finger in his chest.
"You know what? You're EXACTLY the kind of guy I know you are and the petty little promises you make don't mean shit because Touya's going to do what Touya wants to do." Tears blurred your vision and you felt stupid that this was even making you upset.
Why are you shocked, (Y/n)?! He's proven you wrong for the second time now!
Touya's eyes widened as you stared him down, a lone tear slipping out of your eye. Lost for words he didn't know what to say until his eyes narrowed back.
"Oh? But you and Hitoshi are just so fucking close, hm?" You reel back hearing Touya spit Hitoshi's name vehemently.
"Are you...jealous?"
Touya jerks slightly at you calling him out. A new realization hits you and you wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Taking a deep breath, you wipe the lone tear and blink hard, steadying yourself.
"Let me get this straight. You're jealous I'm staying with Hitoshi, jealous that I have to be around him, but you can go out the same night after telling me you only want me and fuck the next pussy on legs you see!?" Spitting out the bitter truth, you scoff.
Touya looks like a deer in headlights as his back hit the wall. During your rant you had stepped forward, finger still pointing at his chest as you pushed him away. He tilted his head back hitting the wall as his eyes closed, gulping loudly.
"Fuck~" Opening his eyes again, a low groan escapes his mouth and you reel back, looking at Touya's flushed expression.
"You sick fucker," you snarl, torn between finding this incredibly hot or incredibly disgusting.
"I can't help it doll, you look so sexy when you're pissed," Touya breathes out, staring at you with so much intensity, waiting on your next move.
No longer hurt, you contemplate what to do in this situation. Touya looks like he was seconds away from begging and you felt a thrill knowing you had gained some sort of power over Touya. Bracing a hand on his lower abs, you lean up to his ear, pressing the front of your body against his to purposely feel his hard bulge press into you.
"Bad boy~"
You twist and throw his words back at him from last night before pulling away completely. Not even sparing him a glance, you turn and walk back out of the hallway and over to the booth, Hitoshi already staring at the entrance when you emerged.
You smile innocently to let him know you're okay.
The slam of the bathroom door back down the hall had your smile turning into a smirk.
→ Part 5
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Be My Favorite and the Struggle to Change
We got another great episode this week, and it really cemented my favorite part of what this show is doing: they are taking us on a journey with Kawi as he tries to change. And this show understands that shit is hard. Trying to change how you think, the way you react to things that make you uncomfortable, and how you let it drive your behavior is some of the hardest work an adult ever has to do. My bestie @waitmyturtles is not watching BMF with us, but she wrote about this recently in relation to Khai in Theory of Love and the same ideas apply here. Behavior change is work. It is never linear. And to do it successfully you need supportive community around you. This show is honest about that.
This week we saw these themes in action as Kawi once again got in his own way. After his heart to heart with Pisaeng they have settled into a friendship and Kawi opened up to Pisaeng about his dad’s health struggles. He took his advice to go to Pear and her surgeon father to get his dad an earlier surgery date. And he was so nervous about how to ask for help, but when Kawi learned Pisaeng had already laid the ground work for him by filling in Pear and asking her to be the one to make the request of her dad, was he grateful? Nope! Instead, he retreated into old patterns and had a little meltdown, nearly tanking his one shot to save his dad’s life because he couldn’t control his emotions.
And I get what was happening with him in these scenes. Realizing Pear already knew threw him off his game and sent him spinning. Kawi is not good at keeping a calm head when he is caught off guard. He knew only Pisaeng was aware of his dad’s problem, and immediately realized Pisaeng must have been the one to tell her. Because he is still fighting the instinct to interpret everything Pisaeng does as suspect (and his own discomfort with his growing feelings for Pisaeng), he got angry instead of feeling grateful. And because he can’t keep a calm head ever, his decision was to abruptly and rudely leave the people who are trying to help his dad so he can go vent his anxiety and anger on Pisaeng yet again.
I love that Max called him on this (Max is really working overtime to support Kawi’s growth, he deserves an all expenses paid vacation to the queer friendly beach resort of his choice). I love that Pisaeng was generous enough to forgive him for it once again. I love that Pear and her father decided to help him without holding his rude behavior against him. This is the community Kawi needs around him if he is going to change for the better, and he is lucky to have so many great people in his corner to look out for him and forgive his missteps. And while Kawi is still not great at managing his emotions, he is already getting better at dealing with the fallout of his outbursts.
Which brings me to the next part of the episode, where Kawi gets drunk, apologizes to Pisaeng, and starts testing out these feelings that are making him so anxious. He wants to understand why Pisaeng likes him. He wants to understand why he is drawn to Pisaeng despite his own beliefs about his sexual orientation and who he likes. And with his inhibitions lowered and his vulnerability up, he gives in to his curiosity.
Now I must admit I did not fully love this kiss scene. Parts of it worked very well for me (the lead up with Kawi puzzling out why Pisaeng likes him, the way Kawi was the one to invite it, the way the chemistry was there but somewhat muted because Kawi is still testing his feelings) and parts of it didn’t (in particular I am having a hard time swallowing the way Pisaeng attempted to push it beyond a kiss when Kawi was that drunk and clearly confused). That said, the aftermath of the kiss was handled so well, because we got to see the way Kawi has grown even as he continues to make mistakes.
I was afraid he was going to regress the morning after, but instead Kawi openly acknowledges the kiss and his own confusion about what it means and actively attempts to discuss it honestly with Pisaeng. That is some serious growth. Kawi wants to understand what’s happening between them and he wants to make sure he and Pisaeng are okay even as he struggles to figure out what he wants. We didn’t get to see their latest rooftop conversation yet, but just the fact that Kawi is insisting on talking it out is so refreshing. And the end credits scene where they openly acknowledge the attraction between them gives us a solid map of where we’re going, as Kawi says he is not yet ready to give up on Pear and Pisaeng commits to waiting. They are going to be together, but we will need to patiently wait as Kawi does the hard work of changing and becoming someone who can be a good partner to Pisaeng.
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Bend The Rules | Cillian Murphy Series
Summary: Cillian is unhappily married, to someone who doesn’t care about him, surely he can bend the rules?
Warnings: Cheating, drama, Smut, Mature themes, sexual content, language. Minors DNI
Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader
Part: 7
A/N: No disrespect to Cillian/his family this is purely fiction.
I just want to have a little shout out moment, to my wonderful Alex (@cillmequick) who let me have a massive brain dump of ideas and just rolled with the flow of me being all over the place - giving me help on where to take this little series I've created. So I hope you like this part - Enjoy bestie 😘
Bend The Rules | Part 7
Masterlist | BTR Masterlist
Part Seven.
Your head was spinning, you'd arrived on set earlier than planned, you needed to find Cillian, how had she even found where you lived?
It was packed today, of all days, a massive scene playing out for the whole Shelby family.
You found him sat to the side of the canal, a book in hand as he relaxed, he caught your eye as if he'd sensed you walking over.
"Can we just go check the fit of the Gala outfit please?" you asked, trying to remain composed, "there were some alterations" you added.
Cillian nodded, standing from him chair, he frowned at you as you stormed off ahead, what had he done now?
Once you were both in the privacy of the dressing room, he was looking for the Tux that you had fitted him for weeks ago, one that had you dropping to your knee's and taking his cock into your mouth.
It hadn't been sent for alterations, it had been sent to dry cleaning because you under estimated how much of his cum you could swallow in one go, he adjusted himself at the thought of you, his cum leaking from your mouth, the cheeky giggle as you tried to swipe it from the leg of the trouser.
"She knows" your voice was shaking, only slightly but, god when he looked at you, your eyes were wild and frightened.
"What?" that took away the dull ache in his balls as quick as it had appeared "how?"
You shrug at him, which fills him with a flash of annoyance, because how did she know? how could she find out? but then he relaxes, it's not your fault, it's his mess he's dragged you into.
She'd been out of town, away on another press trip straight after the Charity dinner, not that he had checked up on her, why would he? he was trying to hard to divorce this woman.
"I don't know, she turned up this morning not long after you left" you sat in the nearest chair, your head was a mess.
"Fuck" he cursed, Irish accent coated with a thick disgust, how she had the nerve to turn up on your doorstep.
"Waving fucking divorce papers at me, telling me I'm the reason" you were ranting, "Which I am I suppose, but you wanted out of this marriage long before I showed up"
Cillian was kneeling in front of you, hands stroking over your knee's "This is my mess and I'll sort it, I do want out of this marriage, I want to be able to be with you in every capacity, not just hiding in your apartment or in locked rooms on set, I want you"
His fingers had pushed through yours, palms touching "I want to be loved by someone who cares about me, who knows every fucking annoying thing about me and still chooses me"
"You do have a lot of things that are annoying" you joked, trying to hold the tears back, "but, you're also so fucking wonderful Cillian and if she hasn't ever seen that then she doesn't deserve you" you cupped at his jaw.
He was wonderful, so caring you felt like you didn't deserve him, you were rushing into falling for him, you couldn't stop yourself, you couldn't make youself slow down.
It's tumbling from your mouth, before you can even register that you're the one who is saying it, "I love you, I want to be the one to love you" your mouth closes quickly, heart hammering.
Then you see the look fall across his face, the smile tugging on his lips making his cheek bones stand strong to attention as he moves, to cup your face in his hands, bent almost in half so he can kiss you so forecefully, he takes the air right from your lungs, you're grabbing at him to pull him closer.
Because, you never want to let him go, whatever she was planning would be fine, it wouldn't hurt as much as you once thought because he's pulling away from your lips to let you breathe and he's saying those words right back "I love you".
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You can hear Cillian outside his trailer, trying his hardest not to shout down the line to her, he's getting answers, because how dare she find your home, confront you on your own doorstep.
In a flurry of choice words and a low frustrated groan he's back walking through the door.
"she followed me the other night, then found out my schedule set up a little stake out to watch me leave your apartment to confirm her suspicion" he shrugged off the thick wool coat of his character.
You were meant to be off set hours ago, but you'd stayed in his trailer waiting for him between scenes and meetings, pottering around the costume department, setting up for future appointments anything to distract you from the feeling of her being near your home.
"I've finished up" he's taking off the cap, leaving it on the side "we can get a late dinner?" he asks, slowly removing the layers of Tommy Shelby from him body.
You nod, moving towards him to help with his tie, the buttons on the collar of his shirt, fingers moving down to unbutton the crisp slim fit shirt from his body, fingertips tracing over the fake tattoo's, the well crafted scar on is chest.
Cillian takes your hand in his, holding it against his chest "I want to take you out for dinner, fuck sneaking around" he looks so sure of himself.
You're biting at your bottom lip, slightly worrying it between your teeth "yes, I'd like that" you throw all caution to the wind because why couldn't you be seen with him?
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Four hours later you're pleasently full with good food and wine, Cillian holding the door open for you to slip into the passenger seat of your car.
He's pulling away from the roadside, focused on the road but you're certain you saw the flash of something, the ultimate invasion of any privacy.
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My bestie's birthday was a week ago and this is my gift for her 🥳 I love you so much babe, @aizawas-non-right-foot you are my sunshine ❤️
Title : A happy birthday indeed
Characters : Aizawa/ Fem reader
Genre : NSFW/ Smut/ Fluff/ A tiny bit of angst
Summary : Shouta prepares a special evening to celebrate your birthday in a way you will never forget.
Warning : Food play/ Oral (Fem receiving)/ unprotected sex/ Creampie
Please do not read if you're a minor
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Does he not remember? It has never slipped his mind before, no matter how swamped he would be.
It's true that he has a lot on his plate, between his responsibilities at school and his role in society as a pro hero, but that's how it's always been so why would he forget about it this year in particular?
The school bell rings, announcing the session's ending and dragging you back to your senses.
_ "Good work today everyone." and with that, you dismiss your class before letting out an exasperated sigh.
Today was tough— extremely so, not only did you have a full schedule, but you'll also have to spend the evening at home by yourself since your beloved will be out for his nightshift.
What an amazing way to spend your birthday huh?
You tilt your head back to glare at the ceiling for a moment before clearing your desk and leaving school in a hurry, to avoid any of your colleagues' remarks on your obvious distress. You wish you were going home hand in hand with him like you always do, but today he had to leave a bit earlier for some reason, didn't even bother to visit you in class before doing so, and instead sent you a message that read: "something came up so I'm leaving now, you'll probably be asleep when I return home so I'll see you tomorrow morning." and that was all he wrote..
You shake your head and snicker bitterly as you remember the way you kept checking your phone afterwards to see if maybe, just maybe he would send in another text wishing you a happy birthday.. he didn't.
The walk home has never been so tiresome, is it because you're alone today? Perhaps, but one thing for sure, is that all you want right now is to curl up on his side of the bed and allow his sweet scent to accompany you to dreamland.
You take a deep breath and unlock the door of your cold dark empty apartment, almost whimpering as the one you love the most is not with you today..
_ "I'm home.." you mumble sarcastically, kicking off your shoes and dragging your feet to click on the light switch..
_ "Welcome home gorgeous." a familiar voice snaps you back to reality and the surprise almost makes you lose your balance.
_ "Shouta, what.. I don't understand." you freeze in place, stunned by your boyfriend's unforseen presence in the middle of the living room.
He approaches you slowly, body clad in a black slim fit suit, and arms carrying a flower bouquet and a small box, " happy birthday y/n," his rare smile is radiating, melting your heart and weakening your knees, he looks stunning.
_ "So you didn't forget." tears of happiness are threatening to fall down your face and he kisses your temple before handing you your gifts.
_ "How can I forget something so important? I only pretended I did so I could surprise you like this." and now that his arms are free, he wraps them loosely around your waist and leans in to kiss you properly.
It's sweet and tender, just what you need right now, "so it was just a ruse to throw me off guard." you giggle softly against his lips and he hums in agreement.
_ "So, are you ready to celebrate your birthday?" he cooes in that deep calming voice you love so much.
_ "Yes, but first I really want to see what you got for me." you stick out your tongue and wink playfully before setting the bouquet on the couch and opening the box carefully.
_ "Shouta, it's.. it's.." your eyes widen and your heart swells up as you touch the beautiful green emerald pendant adorning the white gold necklace, and you instantly remember the day your eyes had lingered just a tiny bit on the pretty little thing when you saw it displayed in the jewelry store window on your way home. It was months ago.
But how could he have known? It was only a fleeting glance and you haven't even said a word at the time.
_ "I know what you're thinking, you're wondering if it's only a coincidence or if I have noticed it that day." his words make it clear that he did in fact see you eying the trinket, and you suddenly find yourself clinging to him.
Your words fail you, but you hope the tight hug connecting you both can be enough to convey your feelings.
He's always been attentive to every detail when it comes to you, always doing what he knows would make you happy. And no matter what you do in return, it never feels enough.
_ "Looks perfect on you." he smiles tenderly as he secures the necklace around your neck and you take one more look at it before jumping in his arms again, "you liked it that much huh?" he adds— a bit playfully this time, and you nuzzle his chest in response.
It's not about the gift, it's more than that, a lot more in fact, "I love you Shouta." this man can make your heart race and skin tingle just by existing.
_ "I love you more gorgeous," he breathes out, planting the softest kiss on top of your head, "why don't you go freshen up first? I have more things planned for tonight." you bite down on your lip as shivers travel along your whole body when he whispers those words in your ear and you wonder, what else could he have prepared?
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You giggle softly, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror as your fingertips touch the beautiful necklace resting on your chest.
You wrap the towel around your body and let your wet hair fall freely against your neck.
_ "Y/n, are you done princess?" his gentle voice reaches you and you instantly open the door, never to miss the sparkle appearing in his eyes as they roam your barely covered body, "beautiful," he comments, caressing your cheeks and pecking your lips gently, "ready for dinner?" another peck.. "one more thing, you don't need to dress up for me since I'll be taking everything off shortly anyway." he adds, matter of factly and your legs visibly shake beneath you.
He grabs your hand and escorts you to the dinner table where your next surprise is awaiting.
_ "You made all of this? How did you find the time?" you stop dead in your tracks in front of a beautiful candle light dinner.
_ "I prepared your favourites."
He is truly pulling out all the stops for you, but then again he always does, wether it's your birthday, anniversary, or even a random Saturday evening. He loves spoiling you rotten, with or without a reason, and seeing you happy has always been his true reward, and vice versa.
You have always been by his side through it all, comforting him in his times of distress, holding him close whenever a nightmare disturbs his slumber, staying up with him when sleep eludes him, reminding him every second of every day that your love for him is undying.
Your connection is real, and what binds you is stronger than anything life has planned for you.
You sit together at the table to enjoy the made-with-love dinner as you share silly jokes and playful kisses, and you can't help but stare at him.
He's undeniably handsome, really handsome in fact that he effortlessly manages to turn heads everywhere he goes.
You smile widely, knowing that no matter how many admirers he has and no matter how many love confessions he receives, this man will only have eyes for you.
And suddenly, your pure heartwarming thoughts of him turn lustful, and you unconsciously bite down on your lip as you watch his strong muscular arms flex under his rolled up sleeves and you wish to have them wrapped around you already.
Your gaze travels to his soft raven half up hair and you swallow thickly as you imagine watching his expressions while he ravishes you.
You put your elbows on the table, placing one hand on top of his, and he immediately picks it up and kisses your fingers one by one before smiling sweetly at you.
_ "Shouta, I want you now." you have never been good at hiding your desire for him, and you do not intend to start now.
His sweet smile turns into an amused smirk as he picks you up and marches straight to your bedroom before placing you on the bed.
However, he doesn't join you, and instead walks out of the room leaving you wide eyed and confused.
Luckily, he returns soon after, but this time he's carrying a strawberry cake in one hand while the other works on unbuttoning his dress shirt, "ready for some dessert?"
All sensical thoughts manage to leave your brain.. all but one: what is he planning to do with that delicious looking cake?
Your body moves on its own and seconds later, your fluffy towel hits the ground leaving you completely exposed to him.
_ "I guess you are." he answers his own question before setting the cake on your nightstand and shedding his shirt.
You lean back against the soft bedsheets and reach out for him to join you. He does at once, smoothing those big rough hands— you love so much over your warm soft skin, and you moan his name as you gaze into his eyes lovingly.
He relaxes on top of you, chests flush against each other as you spread your legs for him.
The kiss you share is soft, slow and deep, leaving tingles all over your body, and you whimper against his lips as the hardening of his cock is now evident beneath his pants.
Your palms roam his back, tracing every scar on his skin. Those scars you adore, the ones he gained while protecting and saving. And as much as it hurts to have them as a reminder of his near demise, they're still a reassurance that he is by your side against all the odds.
His lips leave yours and latch onto your neck, nibbling on the soft skin concealing your pulse before trailing butterfly kisses along your collarbone and down to your breasts where his hands join his mouth in pleasuring your soft mounds.
You close your eyes and tilt your head back as you enjoy your man's lips and gentle touches, breathing out his name everytime his stubble grazes your sensitive flesh.
The delicious strawberry scent coming from the now forgotten cake tickles your senses, and you open your eyes and turn your head to the side to have a better look at the delectable treat. It's so tempting that your hand moves on its own to touch the light pink icing, smearing some of the sweetness on your fingertips before bringing them back to your lips, "it's so good." you murmur, licking your fingers and reaching out for more, but two strong arms pin yours above your head as a warm tongue invades your mouth to steal a taste.
_ "You're right, it's delicious, I wanna have some too." his voice is low, laced with a primal need that's causing your sopping pussy to flutter and squeeze around nothing.
He takes a piece of the already sliced up cake and looks into your eyes for a moment— as if awaiting your permission, and only when you nod fervently does he gently smear it on your cheek, neck and nipples— unintentionally getting some of it on your necklace and cooing an apology before diving in to feast.
Your eyes are tightly shut, and breath caught in your throat as the feeling of his mouth and the sound of his hungry groans drive you mad.
He cleans you nicely as his mouth catches the rich strawberry flavored cream resting on your skin, and his tongue swirls around your perked up teats before leaning back to admire his masterpiece: your flushed and quivering form covered in a glistening sheen, your slightly parted lips and shallow breathing, your fingers desperately clutching onto the bedsheets underneath you, your aroused expressions and needy look in your eyes.. you are irresistible and he wants to do it again.
Truth be told, he has never been a big fan of overly sweet desserts, but damnit does this taste like heaven off of your body.
He wastes no time picking up another piece, but this time he smudges it on your belly, thighs and lower lips.
_ "Shouta, please hurry.." you finally find your voice and he smirks knowing that you're enjoying it as much as he is.
He licks you again, perfect stripes from your hips to your waist, sucking the sweetness off of you before hooking his arms under your legs and grazing his teeth over the soft strawberry flavored skin of your inner thighs until he reaches your twitching cunt.
The moan you let out when his mouth finally latches onto your clit is so loud that both of you are certain the neighbors could hear it, not that either of you cared one bit.
His tongue twirls around your rosy nub, catching the delicious mixture of icing and slick, before pushing slowly into your longing heat and stretching you out oh so perfectly.
_ "Faster, please.." you beg, bucking your hips weakly against his face, and the chuckle he lets out as a response is concealed behind your pussy, but he does as you wish, fucking you faster and deeper, and relishing the little squeezes and flutters around his tongue.
Your trembling fingers grab onto his hair while your luscious thighs crush his neck between them, and the animalistic growl of pure ecstasy he releases against your folds, almost tosses you over the edge.
But you do not wish to cum just yet, not before he buries his hard cock into your pussy and fucks you deep and slow, like he always does.
_ "Shouta.. please come closer." you plead with him and he sits up immediately, lust filled eyes gazing into yours while his fingers fumble with his belt and pants zipper before lowering them along with his boxers.
You gulp as you watch his rock hard shaft bouncing up, and can't help but reach out to touch it.
_ "No princess, just sit back and relax, tonight is all about you," he whispers seductively, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours before trapping you completely beneath him, bare chests against each other, "ready for me?" he asks, already rubbing the smooth head of his cock along your little puffy clit.
_ "Please don't make me wait any longer, aaah!" the first hard splitting thrust rocks your whole body, and you desperately cling to him for support as he slowly pulls out to the tip and drives back in, heavy balls hitting your bum.
_ "Fuck, you feel so good honey." he groans in your ear, rutting into your heat at a steady pace.
You whine and whimper, unable to form a coherent sentence but he gets it, and instantly connects your lips in a breathtaking kiss.
His lips are moist and sweet, and you're able to detect a hint of the delicious strawberry cake inside his mouth.
You moan while sucking on his tongue and it turns him feral as his pace quickens into an unforgivable speed.
You're too close, both of you are, and it's evident by his uneven thrusts into your clenching pussy.
_ Shouta, I'm cumming.. I'm cumming." you break the kiss to whine against his jaw and lose control when your lips pick up some of the strawberry sweetness off his chin.
_ "Fuck! baby if you do that.. oh shit.." he struggles between erratic pushes of his hips when you decide to lick the stray deliciousness dribbling down his face as your fluttering cunt and your whimpers of his name announce your long awaited orgasm.
_ "Don't pull out.. plea.. please cum inside me." you manage in your state of euphoria, and it was all he needed to hear before allowing himself to coat your gummy walls with his pearly seeds, fucking it deeper into your cervix before coming to a complete halt and collapsing on top of you.
Your spent body barely allows you to loosely wrap your arms around him, and it's enough for you, it's the closeness you crave and the reassurance you need.
_ "Are you okay beautiful?" his groggy voice puts a smile on your face, and you nod faintly against his shoulder.
_ "Happy birthday princess, let's celebrate all the next ones together." his arms sneak around your waist to squeeze you gently and his warm lips find yours again, tracing them slowly and delicately before capturing them in a graceful kiss.
_ "Yours and mine, let's celebrate them all together." you murmur your words as your fingers caress the stunning emerald beautifying your neck.
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Taylor says that she chose “September” for sentimental reasons. She’s always loved the classic tune by Earth, Wind & Fire, and notes that the month of September is especially meaningful to one of her relationships. An added layer of sentiment came from being able to record the song in a Nashville studio, the city Taylor moved at age 14 to pursue country music.
https://www.spin.com/2018/04/taylor-swift-september-28-theory/
Which relationship 🤔
Any links to this post ?https://twitter.com/erodalighthouse/status/1572677399753494528?t=PIJFqUuMr2C-Izp5--HxGw&s=19
Great ask, Anon. I had another ask (was it you?) early in September that touched on this but was saving it for Sept 28th! The 21st of September is as good as any, in light of the LK post, posted last year (as a nod to the Earth, Wind, and Fire original date referenced in the song) and retweeted today:
(thanks to the 7 or 8 of you Anons who sent the link!! Eyes everywhere, I love it!)
I also love the ellipses. They’re often in HS song titles…
So here is the original SPIN article to which you linked, but it only goes back to Taylor’s life in 2015:
Another Anon (thanks Anon!) linked to this article:
Which only considers 2016. To be honest: that was also what I guessed at first too. But then…I remembered some other stuff.
@womanexile covered it earlier today in her Anon reply, but back in 2013, Harry tweeted lyrics from My Old Man, a beloved Joni Mitchell song about her charming English partner Graham Nash. Here’s her post:
The theory is he is calling back to an anniversary date, since the Joni lyrics are a nod to their unmarried partnership. Look at the two of them in their heyday!
Remind you of anyone?
Here’s the 2013 tweet:
1D were touring at the time, so he was tweeting from Australia.
And here are the lyrics:
As womanexile notes, L*rries think Sept 28th is a date of significance for them starting in 2012, but there is another theory.
At the bottom of this post about the timing of the Begin Again MV, I lay out a prospective HS timeline for late September, early October 2012:
Basically:
Sept 28 - H photographed inside a UK airport sending his Mom off on a Kilimanjaro fundraising hike. He is INSIDE the airport (so seemingly travelling too). He then disappears.
Oct 1 - HS is spotted in LOS ANGELES, then home of Blondie. He’s with Ed; he is backstage for Ed’s concert.
Blondie films the Begin Again MV in Paris this day, heading to London for October 4. HS is spotted also in London the morning on October 4th.
So: his presumed arrival date in LA (before vanishing, then resurfacing October 1?): the 28th of September.
Though the official CK breakup doesn’t get announced until later, Blondie sees him for the final time mid-September. So I think Sept. 28th? Is the date TS and HS “locked it down” as described in Cowboy Like Me.
As such - the EWF cover date she sang? Could very well be Haylor and their dating anniversary in 2012.
Thanks for all the asks, besties!
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Kiss in the moonlight with dot? Thanks man we stan
it’s been idk even how many years since you sent this ask originally (at least a billion); here’s the latest gift you’ve ever received bestie ily
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1900
They meet on the Manhattan side of the bridge, this time. Spot is standing down by the riverfront, staring at the reflection of the moon on the water. It’s nice out tonight, still warm, the last vestiges of summer beginning to give way to fall. It’s late, almost midnight, but Spot doesn’t mind. He’s always been a night owl despite his job requiring an early start, and there’s something about the night, a certain calm that’s different than that of the dawn. It’s difficult for him to be alone in the mornings, anyway, with the bustle of the other newsies, and his walks across the bridge on certain evenings allow him to sink into his own thoughts, if only for an hour or so.
He’s lost in thought now, still staring out at the water, when a hand on his shoulder startles him. He spins to see Davey, who looks surprised but is already smiling.
“Sorry. I scare you?”
Spot scoffs. “Hardly,” he retorts, but there’s no heat in it. He smiles back at Davey and puts a hand on his upper arm, giving it a fond squeeze. “Good to see ya, Mouth. Been a while, huh?”
“Yeah, too long. Sorry,” Davey says again. “It’s just… it’s been hectic lately.” He doesn’t have to say anything else; Spot knows him well enough. Davey’s dad started working again a couple months after the newsies strike ended the previous year, which meant his mother wanted him and his little brother back in school. Davey and Les still sell papers in the mornings, though, and Sarah works full time as a seamstress. And Davey has been studying much more lately, preparing for…
“So when do you start?” Spot asks.
“In a couple of weeks.” Davey sighs. “Still not even sure if I’m gonna go.”“Of course you’re gonna go,” Spot says, more roughly than he intended. “You’d be stupid not to, Dave. You’re booksmart, it’s part of your charm. Now you get to use it.”
“It’s gonna be so different,” Davey says, staring out at the river like Spot was earlier, a wistful expression on his face. “I mean, it’s college, Spot. I won’t be able to hawk papers anymore, and I won’t get to see… well, see anyone, ya know? And my folks, and Les and Sarah, what if something happens again, and—”
“You’re babblin’,” Spot says, and he places his hands on Davey’s shoulders. “Look at me, Dave.” Davey does, tearing his gaze from the water. “Your dad’s workin’ again, so is Sarah, so is Les, even. And it’s not like you’re gonna be gonna be a thousand miles away. It’s what, an hour, hour and a half walk from your folks’ place? Hell, get a job down there near the college, bring money back to ‘em, and when you get your fancy reporter job, you’ll be makin’ more than you even know what to do with.”
Davey doesn’t say anything, and Spot gives him a gentle shake. “You hearin’ me? Change is hard, Dave, I get it, but you’re gonna get yourself a good life this way.”
At this, Davey cracks a smile. “You sound so wise, Spot. You sure you don’t wanna come with me?”
Spot drops his hands from Davey’s shoulders. “Like they even would.”
“You’re plenty smart, you know that.”
“College ain’t for me, I don’t think,” Spot says. “And I still got kids to look after.”
“Yeah.” Davey takes one of Spot’s hands and holds it in his own. “You ever think about the future, Spot?”
“I do,” Spot admits, “but it’s not here yet, is it?”
“I guess not.”
Davey looks downtrodden. Spot squeezes his hand. “We’re all gonna be alright, Dave. You know that. Hey, how’s Jack, by the way? Still goin’ for that art school he’s been talkin’ about?”
Katherine finally convinced Jack to pursue an art career beyond political cartoons, and Governor (or Vice President now, rather) Roosevelt had put in a good word for him at one of the new private schools, practically ensuring him an acceptance letter and a scholarship.
“He’s excited,” Davey says. His smile hasn’t returned. “He won’t be selling papers for much longer either, I guess.”
“Race and Crutchie and them got those kids well in hand, though, I bet.”
“Yeah. And Jack says he wants to propose to Kath after he gets out of school.”
This surprises Spot, only a little. “Her dad gonna go for that?”
Davey snorts. “Like Katherine would care. Or Jack, for that matter. Anyway, that means they’ll probably take off in a couple years, too. Jack never did stop thinking about Santa Fe, ya know?”
They’re all growing up. It’s a sobering thought, but growing up isn’t that bad, Spot thinks, especially since there was a time when he wasn’t sure he’d get the chance.
“Maybe it won’t be so bad,” Davey says. “College, I mean. Getting older. It’s exciting.” He pauses, like he’s thinking about something. “You’ll… you’ll come visit, right? I mean, like you said, I won’t be far away at all, ‘specially with all the walking we do anyway, but what if I can’t get to Brooklyn, or I want to—”
This time, Spot shuts him up by leaning forward and pressing his lips to Davey’s, soft and quick. When he pulls back, Davey is blushing so fiercely Spot can see it in the dark.
“‘Course I’m gonna visit, Dave,” Spot says. “See you at your fancy college, readin’ your fancy college books and everything? It’ll be like finally seeing you in your natural habitat.”
Davey finally smiles again. “Then it’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, it will.”
They stand in comfortable silence for a long time after that, holding hands and watching the moonlight dance on the water.—1905
The room is thick with cigarette smoke, and Davey feels slightly embarrassed as he suppresses the urge to cough; many of his classmates in college smoked, and most of his coworkers do as well, but he has never understood the appeal. He had tried it once, his first year at school, and immediately coughed so hard he thought he might vomit. Spot had teased him for weeks.
Davey stares into his drink, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips at the memory.
“Amazin’ you haven’t hacked up a lung yet, Dave.”
“...Shut up, Spot.” Davey clears his throat again in an attempt to get rid of the persistent tickle and hands the cigarette back. “Don’t know how you do it.”
“What, this?” Spot takes a long drag, smirks, and blows the smoke up into the air. “Brooklyn boys was practically raised on the stuff.”
“So that’s why you all smell so bad.” That earns Davey a punch in the arm, but he just laughs.
“Just full’a jokes, aren’t you, Mouth?” Spot flicks a bit of ash off the end of the cigarette. “Hey, wanna see me blow a smoke ring?”
“Thinking hard there, David?” Bryan Denton, editor at The Sun and Davey’s new boss, lays a hand on Davey’s shoulders and startles him out of his reverie.
“Just, uh… thinking about old friends, Mr. Denton.”
“No need for the ‘mister,’ David, I’ve told you that,” Denton says. “Old friends, you say?”
“Yeah, a kid I knew back when I was in school.” Davey doesn’t quite know how to quantify his relationship with Spot, and he certainly won’t talk about it to his boss, anyway. “We actually sold papers together for a bit before that. You remember when I told you about the strike?”
“Oh, yes.” Denton takes a sip of his own drink. “Quite an affair, wasn’t it? Shame I was overseas at the time, but that Plumber—I read her articles, you know, once I returned. Fantastic stuff. It’s no wonder she moved up into investigative journalism so quickly. At her age, and as a woman—it’s something to really admire.”
Davey smiles. “It is.” He knows Katherine travels now, selling her stories to newspapers all across the country, really making a name for herself. Jack always sounds so happy in his letters, so proud of Kath’s accomplishments.
“And how are you faring?” Denton asks. “I know sometimes everything feels like it’s moving far too quickly, but that’s the beauty of the news. It’s always moving, and it’s up to us to capture it and give it to the people who need to hear it.”
“It’s fantastic.” And Davey doesn’t have to fake the enthusiasm in his voice. It’s so strange to think that once he was just hawking the news, and now he’s writing it. And with more assignments coming his way every day, he has ample opportunities to make sure he tells people’s stories right.
“I’m glad,” Denton says. “You know, I see a lot of myself in you, David. You’re going to go far. Just make sure to keep your head up and your words honest.”
David feels heat rising in his face and takes another sip of his drink, hoping Denton will think it’s just the alcohol. “Thank you, sir.”
“Good lad.” Denton reaches over and gives Davey’s shoulder a warm, brief squeeze. “I will see you tomorrow. Early day and all that—the news never sleeps.”
“The news never sleeps,” Davey agrees. Denton gives him a nod before rising from the table. Davey watches him gather his coat and hat and leave the building. He should leave, too, he thinks, even as he orders another drink and sits back in his seat, watching other patrons come and go.
Some time later, Davey has finished his second drink, and the smell of smoke is beginning to make his head pound. He gathers his things and is headed for the front door when it opens again, and another group of men floods in.
Dockworkers, probably, Davey thinks, noting the smell of seawater wafting into the room as well. He waits for the crowd to thin so he can leave, and when it doesn’t—surely, the saloon is not large enough for all these people—he resorts to pushing his way through. He is nearly to the door when someone bumps his shoulder and he staggers.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” the man says, and Davey is about to wave him off when he realizes he knows that voice.
“Spot?”
They stare at each other for a moment; Spot looks as surprised as Davey feels. But then Spot’s shock quickly melts and he gives Davey a grin and a hearty clap on the shoulder.
“Dave! How are ya? It’s been…”
Too long, Davey thinks. He and Spot had lost touch somewhere in Davey’s second year of college, after Spot got a job at the docks and Davey got busy with the school paper.
“It’s been ages, huh?” he says. “It’s good to see you, Spot.”
“Wow, I haven’t heard that name in a while,” Spot says, taking his hand from Davey’s shoulder. Davey pretends he doesn’t miss the warmth. “Mostly Sean now, down at the docks.”
“You know, I didn’t know your real name for months after the strike,” Davey says. Spot laughs, and it’s a wonderful sound.
“I was probably the one who told ya, wasn’t I?”
“I think so. I asked Jack once, but he said, ‘he’ll soak me good if I let it slip, Mouth.’”
“And he was right,” Spot says, but his voice is light.
“Hey, Conlon!” a burly man close to the bar interrupts, waving toward them. “You gonna order?”
The spell of the moment is broken. Davey suddenly feels like an intruder; he’s not in Spot’s life anymore, they’ve both moved on.
“I should go, Spot,” he says, turning back toward the door. “It was, uh, it was good seeing you.”
Before he can change his mind, he gives Spot’s arm a subtle, fleeting squeeze and pushes through the crowd.
He opens the door and escapes into the crisp evening air. Winter hasn’t tightened its grip on the city yet, and the night is cool but comfortable. Davey takes a moment to breathe, pushing away the guilt that has begun to encroach upon his thoughts. But he’s only taken a few steps when the door opens behind him.
“Dave, wait.” Spot’s voice is enough to make Davey hesitate for a moment, then Spot’s hand is on his shoulder again.
When Davey turns, Spot looks sadder than he’s ever seen him, his eyes suspiciously shiny under the dim light of the waning moon. To Davey’s embarrassment, his own eyes prickle almost painfully. He glances around; for the moment, they’re alone in the street. But before he can gather his courage, Spot surprises him by leaning forward first. Their lips graze each other tentatively, and Spot starts to pull back, but now Davey is ready. He tangles his fingers in the front of Spot’s sweater and drags him closer, and this time their lips crash together. The kiss is deep and hot, desperate and soul-crushing and perfect.
When they finally separate, Davey can see the tears on Spot’s cheeks. He realizes this is the first time he’s ever seen Spot cry, but he doesn’t mention it; his own face feels damp and there’s a lump in his throat.
“I can’t lose you again, Dave,” Spot croaks.
Davey laughs, raspy and relieved. He had forgotten what this felt like—what Spot felt like. He closes his eyes and leans forward until their foreheads are touching. His hand finds the back of Spot’s neck and stays there, squeezing gently.
“You won’t.”—1910
Sean walks briskly down the street, straightening his cap for what feels like the hundredth time as he dodges another pair of people walking too damn slow. It’s his first night of shore leave, and the moon is full and high in the sky. The weather is perfect, a warm breeze carrying the promise of summer drifting between the buildings, but Sean barely notices it; he just wants to get home. He tries to resist the urge to jog, but once his apartment building comes into view, he can’t help it. He runs the last couple blocks and wrenches open the front door, nearly bowling down his elderly neighbor.
“I am so sorry, Miss Leary,” he says, taking off his cap and nodding his head in apology. But she just laughs.
“That is quite all right, son.” She gives him a wink. “I saw your friend get back just about two hours ago; he looked just as excited as you do. Better get upstairs.”
Sean feels his cheeks heat. He grins and nods again, then holds the door open for Miss Leary as she leaves. Then he’s hurrying up the stairs two at a time until he reaches the seventh floor.
He passes Miss Leary’s apartment and then he’s standing in front of the door at the end of the hall. He turns the knob and enters the small but well-organized living room, places his cap on a nearby wall hook, drinks in the sight of home. And there, in one of the armchairs that faces the large windows overlooking the rest of the neighborhood, sits David, scribbling away in one of his many notebooks. A small pile of the things has already accumulated on the floor beside his chair.
“Still working?” Sean can’t suppress his smile as David jumps, obviously startled. “I thought this was supposed to be a break.”
David recovers quickly and jumps up from his chair, dropping his notebook carelessly on a nearby end table as he crosses the living room. Sean meets him halfway, his fingers tangling in David’s hair as he presses his lips to David’s own. They take a moment like that, then David pulls away just enough to smile at Sean.
“Hello, sailor,” he says cheekily.
Sean rolls his eyes. “Hello yerself. How’s life on the front lines?” He tries to keep his voice light, but he can tell by David’s falling expression that he didn’t quite succeed. David knows his job as a war correspondent for The Sun worries Sean, and Sean’s naval duties aren’t much better at the moment. But there will be time to talk about that later, Sean decides.
“Never mind,” he says, pulling David close again. “But you gotta stop workin’ so hard; I’m sure the news can survive a couple nights with you, huh? I only got a few days on shore, after all.”
“Yeah, it can wait.” David toys with Sean’s neckerchief. “I’ve missed you, Spot.”Sean laughs at the old nickname, but it warms his heart to hear it again. “I’ve missed you too, Mouth.”
Now it’s David’s turn to laugh, and it’s the best thing Spot’s heard in months. This is the first time they’ve seen each other since their jobs took them to opposite sides of the world near the beginning of the year, and Sean is going to enjoy every moment of it. He pulls David toward the windows and they stand together, staring out into the darkness. The city looks better at night, Sean decides, when it’s lit up only by the streetlamps and the light of the moon.
“I’ve always liked this time of night,” David says, as if reading Sean’s mind. “Especially when the moon is full.” It illuminates his face and reflects off his eyes until they almost seem to glow.
“Me too.” Sean leans over and kisses David’s cheek. If he had his way, they would stand here forever, under the moonlight. “Me too, Dave.”
#newsies#david jacobs#spot conlon#dot newsies#a newsies fic? from me? in 2024? it's more likely than u think#ignore any historical inaccuracies i simply Do Not Care anymore#i just wanted to make these idiots kiss
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PROLOGUE
For 21 questions | Matthew Sturniolo
Lily is portrayed as Hailee Steinfeld, Alex as Emma Chamberlain and ofc the boys as themselves
Lily was just getting comfortable, as she put her pyjamas on and got on the couch to watch a movie since she would be waiting quite some time for her friend Alex to come home.
Two hours and a half had passed until Lily suddenly heard Alex bursting into the home and screaming:
“OH MY GOD, FINALLY HOME!!”
“Heyy bestie, how were the last hours at the café?”, asked Lily.
“Very looooong when you’re on your own”, replied Alex as she was removing her shoes.
“What do you mean on your own? Lucas and Jade were with you”, rationalised the brunette.
“Yeah yeah they were here of course", agreed Alex, "but after you left at four, Jade had to leave barely an hour after you 'cause she had an appointment, so it was just me, Lucas and the clients.” The exhaustion could be heard in her voice as she said the last word.
“Oh you’re dramatic, it wasn't even that crowded today’’, laughed Lily.
“Yeah but still Lily I'm so exhausted”, Alex answered, just glad to be home.
“Go relax a bit?”, she suggested to her friend.
“Yeah I was going to do that but before that I need to find our boy so I can hug him”.
“He’s in my room sleeping”, Lily informed
Alex quite literally ran to Lily’s room, finding the cat on the bed.
“MONSIEUR MOUSTACHE I'VE MISSED YOUUU”, Alex yelled with relief to finally see her beloved cat again - she had literally seen him earlier this morning.
“His name is still Bernard in case you forgot” Lily rolled her eyes while joining Alex upstairs.
As Alex and Lily started hugging their cat, Bernard just wanted to flee and find a calm part of the house. A frown appeared on both of the girls' faces when the cat just decided to run from them and Alex took this as a sign to just go shower until Bernard was ready for human presence again.
While Alex was showering, Lily went back downstairs to make dinner for her and her best friend - Tuesday was pasta day. When Alex joined her friend in the kitchen, they started eating in silence until Alex got an idea:
"Girl, I saw a video on youtube today where people just text strangers to play games or like the neighbour number thing you know? I kinda wanna do that".
"Oh yeah why not, could be fun", replied Lily as she was interested in that idea. "Here, just put whatever and I'll text the person who has that number".
As Alex gave Lily's phone back to her after writing "whatever" as her friend said, Lily just started typing and asked about the first game that came to her mind.
~Timeskip~
Another sigh left Lily's mouth as she was ignored once again. For the past hour, she had been texting strangers – whose numbers were randomly given to her by her best friend Alex - and asked them to play 21 questions with her. For now, four people had left her on read and the only one who had replied had just said "Wrong number, don't bother me again." – rude much? Alex rubbed her friend's shoulder for comfort and gave her another number to which Lily groaned:
"If this one isn't successful within 5 minutes, I'll just go to bed and give up".
"Alright, well if you don't mind I'll go now ‘cause I don't want to see you even more frustrated than you are now", Alex laughed at the other girl.
As Alex went to her room, Lily sent the last message of the day and was already prepared to go to sleep in a couple of minutes.
After thirty seconds, Lily realised that she was definitely not motivated enough to wait five minutes and immediately left the living room after seeing that her text had been delivered. As she entered her room, she threw her phone on the bed and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth as well as her hair.
When she came back, she was ready to turn off her phone for the rest of the night but was surprised to see that she had a message – maybe it was Alex sending her tiktoks with the usual message being "us<3" or "that's so you girl". However, as she unlocked her phone, she discovered it wasn't from her best friend but from the last person she had texted
[Thank you for reading. Likes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :)]
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another rtc eurovision post (i'm so sorry for my brainrot y'all) with me associating a song for each character
fair warning, this is *LONG*, so i'd suggest scrolling past if you don't really like long posts :)
i don't think that anyone pre-canon would've watched it but, you know, post-canon everyone lives au, afterlife, take your pick either works!!!
mischa: as previously stated, stefania by kalush orchestra (ukraine 2022) is his top of all time. wikipedia describes its genre as "alternative hip hop and folk" which is basically this song is awesome/talia. it being a tribute to the frontman's mother also deeply resonates with him, missing his own mother. other favourites include soldi (italy 2019), dark side (finland 2021), lie to me (czech republic 2018) and kuula (estonia 2012) because... in addition he loves everything ukraine's sent (aside from 2012. imagine being able to have pride and audience support for practically every entry from your country). he just finds so much enjoyment and nostalgia in it (ie me projecting onto my fave). he was so surprised when noel knew about it and that he had a buddy in this uranium hellhole to chat about it. has a crush on alexander rybak (norway 2009) and chanel (spain 2022). he still does not realise he is bisexual. he starts a betting pool with the choir for each new contest (and all the ones only he and noel have seen. the two get sad at first that they can't participate with those ones, but then decide to fuck with them)
noel: his winner of 2022 was in corpore sano (serbia) for The Drama and The Art, but he also supported fulenn because france (the man was so disappointed when they got second last). his all time favourite is l'enfer et moi (france 2013), because frenchwoman singing about how she would make her ex's life hell meant that he could graft on his dreams to that. because he's canadian i don't think he grew up with it like mischa, i think that he went down a youtube rabbithole when the march he turned 14 somehow or other and fell in love. he loves all the songs like n'oubliez pas (france 2015), voila (france 2019), tout l'univers (switzerland 2019), and bonds with mischa over zitti e buoni (italy 2021 who am i kidding everyone knows måneskin, thanks to @curious-georg for that idea!!!). sometimes he puts on playlists of the earlier competitions while he's studying to imagine a morning in france. has a crush on half the male entrants.
i haven't thought through how the rest of the choir gets exposed to it because it's pretty much a "after canon once they're friends, wherever they are, au or not i don't know". but basically i have a feeling that one time on movie night it's mischa's turn and he brings along the 2021 contest (because it's one of the best of the most recent and the hosts are so good) and noel goes BATSHIT and everyone else is just like "hey... what?? this is four hours long" and then it starts and they end up really enjoying it, with them going through all the contests (sometimes on mischa's night, sometimes on noel's, a couple for constance's too) and watching them live (because i said so)
ricky: they love the entries that are just a lil quirky. a lil different. their favourite from 2022 was eat your salad (latvia), mainly because the audience *screamed* out "PUSSY" to fight the censors (eurovision is a family friendly competition). the peak songs for them were at the start of semi 1 and then it all went downhill from there. and their goat? space (montenegro 2017). if you haven't seen that video, bestie, you should. they really do watch it for the memes, epic sax guy (run away aka moldova 2010), anti-crisis girl (ukraine 2009), "but in the end, they didn't" (the 2019 host talking to that year's cypriot contestant about cyprus coming in second in 2018).
constance: her 2022 winners were not the same (australia) and i am what i am (malta) because she loves the expression of the internal self and hearing peoples' emotions through the melodies. her all time favourites are monsters (finland 2018) and cry no more (netherlands 2017) because of how both are personal, one is upbeat in its self-empowerment, while the other is about familial love and support. she relates to and desires both. otherwise, anything with a gay kiss. she screamed at the full-on makeout session that occurred during this time (lithuania 2015). and marry me (finland 2013) made her VERY happy for that kiss at the end. even then, it takes her a while to realise she is Not Straight.
ocean: her 2022 winner was hold me closer (sweden), then river (poland) because it genuinely moved her, then die together (greece). she hates I.M (israel) with a burning passion, and everyone except her sees the irony in that. from other years she loves last dance (greece 2021), only teardrops (denmark 2013), popular (sweden 2011), lipstick (ireland 2011) and euphoria (sweden 2012). she has a spreadsheet ranking her placements for each year they watch, as well as the rest of the choir, and uses that to predict the results of the betting pool mischa started. sweden and greece are in her top five every year. she put if i were sorry as her first place when they were watching the 2016 edition and mischa refuses to talk to her for the rest of the night (this one actually isn't me projecting i just think it'd be funny).
penny/jane: because this idea isn't super-solidified, and her character isn't either, it's hard to know. i think that she's a menace and loves the voice cracks and mistakes (i feel bad if i direct people to certain entries for that!!! but if you know, you Know). the best guess i have is that her favourite 2022 entry is miss you (belgium) because of the religious allegory and shifting genres (like in the ballad of jane doe), but i will take suggestions!!
this was a really long post, thanks for sticking around if you got this far!
#long post#i'm not kidding this is a mammoth#rtc#ride the cyclone#eurovision headcanon#mischa bachinski#noel gruber#ricky potts#i wrote in they/them for ricky bc some people hc them as fem some as masc so i thought that would be the clearest of the options available#constance blackwood#ocean o'connell rosenberg#penny lamb#i am so sorry#i understand that not everyone has the same Passions about eurovision and/or rtc as i do#hope you're at least entertained!!! :)#add your opinions and hcs if you have any!!! i'd love to hear them
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for the fic title thing !!!!
“there are worse ways to stay alive” ORRRR
“my engine works perfect on empty (i guess i’ll drive)”
- @we-are-inevitable ✨
so im doing both bc why the fuck not
send me a fic title and i'll think up a fic!
GENUINELY my first thought for the first one is a santa clarita diet au LMAO?? i've never seen it though so technically im still original. but like jack and crutchie are roommates. jack either eats something that gets him sick or something insane like an nyc rat bites his ankle bc this is a comedy. jack starts acting... weirder, and crutchie picks up on it pretty fast bc they are 🤝. it's almost like jack has this concussive brain fog and it takes him a while to form sentences, he's talking a lot less, eating less, much more irritable. kinda of like crutchie is dealing with a moody, hungry teenager. but the night after when c's smoking on the first escape (medicinal....not medicinal... c’est la vie) jack comes out to join him and like.
"you ever get these weird, like. cravings for stuff you can't eat?"
"god yeah, i used to want to eat lava and playdough and shit like that all the–"
"like yeah, that stuff too but like...when you bite your hand and you keep biting it, you know, 'cause it's kind of squishy and like. food?"
"did. you... you did hit the joint i left out, right?"
"nah, i was just thinking, i guess.. or i've been thinking."
"fuck."
so it's Charlie's Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad time of trying to hide the fact that his best friend is now half-zombie, and especially how not to tell david jacobs, jack's boyfriend and c's longtime friend. i usually make charlie into the enigma but i think jack should be it, for fun. also i think it'd be funny if it took crutchie kinda longer to realize that what's wrong with jack is zombification specifically because honestly... jack is just like that LMAO??? he hates waking up in the morning, he's tired a lot, he has weird eating habits, makes weird noises, not a lot of perception on if he's being loud or not, zones out a lot. jack's basically halfway there already tbh. but he'd stopped creating, which is what initially tips c off.
the shenanigans of hiding it and then needing to find a cure before it's too late is just fun asf. also jack gets to literally lose his mind. haha. ha. ha. :)
now the SECOND title. lmao
~davey is pushing himself to hard againnn yeahhhhh!!!~
college au, davey has an exam coming up that he's going crazy about. hours on hours of studying, isolation, stressing, not eating as much...jack is really worried. he asks his friends what to do- some say to leave him be to get through it, some say to talk to him, and then albert dasilva says "why don't you just..kidnap him."
"what?"
"yeah, so he doesn't have access to any of his textbooks or notes or laptop, you just toss him in the car and drive."
"what is wrong with you," charlie says, but jack is nodding.
"no wait. say more rn."
so during the late night before the day before the test, it's like 3am when davey finally falls asleep at his desk, and then like. the cueing text is sent in the group chat from jack and all the besties scurry into action.
jack lifts davey into his arms, and their dorm door is opened for them silently by albert. race right next to him surgically places a sleepmask onto daveys face so the hall light doesnt wake him. romeo's holding the elevator open. mush and blink are holding the downstairs doors open. specs and crutchie drove daveys car (having stolen the keys earlier in the day of course) over, open the passenger door for davey, lower the seat, set a blanket over him, carefully close the door, and wish jack luck.
davey wakes up two hours of driving later to signs saying they're in south jersey of all fucking places. it's now the day before his test. and davey is livid.
"you kidnapped me."
"technically it was albert's idea"
"i don't see albert driving my damn car. turn around, jack, it's really not the time to be fucking funny right now."
"i'm a little insulted at you not thinking i know you well enough to do this. if i really thought you'd hate me for this, if i really thought it would- destroy your grade, or your college career, do you really think i'd be doing it?"
"maybe."
"no, sweetheart, jeez. you've studied for the past fifteen days- if you just relax, you'll make the grade, and there's no way you would've let yourself do that back on campus. so, i kidnapped you."
they spend the day together fucking around at the atlantic city boardwalk and dipping their feet into the ocean and watching the sunset before driving back. david gets a 90% on his test and maybe he wanted a 92% but he wouldn't trade grades for the world if it meant not getting kidnapped by his boyfriend and their friends. :)
#family-like friend group my beloved#ALSO PLSS I ACTUALLY. i would go off on the santa clarita one#crutchie morris#jack kelly#davey jacobs#javid#albert dasilva#i miss u king... i miss writing u#newsies aus#fizz wants to write#if someone asked for like a 500 word scene for santa#clarita i could do that shit literally rn#fizz answers#mutuals#THANK YOU JAC <3
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firstly I really should be asleep I have work in 10 hours but there is too much adrenaline right now
So
Earlier, i'm at work, the boy texts me and says I can come to the party if I want to. I'm like well I don't have a costume is that okay and he's like yeah. So I then proceed to have the biggest freaking meltdown ever and work bestie and work bestie in law (she works at the restaurant attached to our gas station) literally had to be like IT IS FINE JUST GO TO THE PARTY AND HAVE FUN WITH NO EXPECTATIONS cause I was freaking out so hard about him possibly kissing me (spoilers: 🫣👀) and another worker from the restaurant saw me and work bestie outside and was like wow it's a party out here and I'm like no it's a pity party for me and the guy was like dude just by the look on your face you like him and I've never talked about this situation to this guy before ever so 🤷🏻♀️
Anyway I end up running home cause I felt weird going to the party in my work clothes and I ended up just throwing together a cat costume. And I got lost on the way to the party which is my specialty but I get there and the boy is HAMMERED. He kept introducing me to his friends over and over again which was handy for me bc he was the only person I knew there and I actually caught on to some names considering there was like 10 other people there.
We played cards against humanity and one round when it was his turn he picked my card and I was like dude why it sucks and he was like oh well and his one friend was like somebody wants to get laid tonight and I cackled. We were like right next to each other touching legs the whole game and kept like play shoving each other. I was texting work bestie about the laid comment cause I knew he'd find it funny and boy was like who are you talking to and I said work bestie and he said can I say hi and I said sure and he sent him a picture of himself in the bird costume 😂
But we finished playing and I got to get out of cleaning up the game bc the boy proceeded to put his legs over my lap. And he tells me to tell Mom hi and I'm like okay I'll tell my mom hi for you 🥺 like 100% unprompted. But we sit like that for a while and then he lifts his arm up and I'm like 🤔 and he does the like come here motion so then I SAT WITH MY HEAD ON HIS CHEST FOR A WHILE and he was rubbing my arrmmmm and then he GRABBED MY HAND and we were HOLDING HANDS and then he grabbed my OTHER HAND AND WE WERE HOLDING BOTH HANDS AND I WAS LIKE I'M READY TO DIE NOW RIGHT HERE
and we laid there for a while twiddling our thumbs lmao and I literally thought I think this is the chapter right before the kiss. He asked one of his friends to get us a blanket and they're like keep the hands above the blankets 😂
AND
THEN
So at this point it's just us in the living room and I'm on cloud nine lmao and he like taps my shoulder and I look up at him and he grabs my chin and GUESS WHAT HAPPENED
HE KISSED MEEEEEEE (also don't worry he had taken his bird costume off by this point 😂)
There was tongue involved. I did not know what to do with my tongue. First thought was literally "hmmm, tongues taste weird." And then after we stopped he goes I'll be right back and he goes to the bathroom? And I'm like. Hmm. And immediately text work bestie and bestie bestie "I do not know how to kiss. Just an update." And then we cuddled some more EEEEEE and I was forcing myself to stay awake even though I was very comfortable and I honestly felt very safe but I was reciting taylor swifts album tracklists in my head in order to keep me awake 😂 and I was like okay when I finish I have to get up and leave bc I have to go home I cannot stay I have work in the morning and I think my parents would kill me and I don't know if they would be very happy with the boy and I don't want that to happen before they meet him. So I'm like hey I have to leave and he's like no you're staying and hugs me tighter and I had to fight off the poor drunk guy for like 45 minutes just so I could go home. And I really did want to stay 🙃 and we may have kissed like 3 more times and I think I started to get a little better I'm not sure lmao
But I told him when I was leaving to not be sad and by the time I walked to my car I get a text from him saying he was sad 😂 and I told him to hug the cat that was there and that I'd kiss him again on Monday and I sent him a heart emoji which I haven't done before and do you think the people who invented emojis thought that there'd be people out there who think about the usage of them this much?
And then on the way home like 2 minutes from my house I hit a deer but I'm fine the cars fine I'm pretty sure the deers fine cause there's no damage on my car and I barely hit it so I think that was the world telling me I should've listened to him 🤷🏻♀️
And also when I got home I had to wipe off his face prints off both lenses of my glasses 👀
Okay going to sleep now I have work in 10 hours 🥱
🎸 anon ❤️
WE DID IT!!! IT HAPPENED!!! YALL KISSED!!!!!!
MY GOD there’s so much sweetness to dissect here but like. i’m so genuinely happen for you nonnie 😭😭😭 everything about this was so damn sweet and you are so deserving of this!!! the hand holding the cuddling the joking just - WAAAAH. y’all are too cute. fucking adorable.
also hold on you hit a DEER? i 😀 okay to be fair i don’t live in an area where it’s common to hit animals (suburban city girl sadly) so that threw me off but as long as you and your car are fine we can move past it
BUT YALL KISSED JESUS CHRIST FUCK YES!!!! GAH IM JUST
happy dancing all over the place for you rn
#FINALLY!!!#YALL KISSED!!!!#SO MUCH HAPPENED HERE BUT THE KIIIISSSSS#feels like i’m up at 3 am reading a slow burn fr#thank u ily <3#🎸 anon#i’ll start preparing my speech for the wedding 🙄🙄#jk jk but no this is so exciting i’m so happy for you
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AU - Business Trip Pt 7
You meet the new sales exec at a company offsite…
Boba x fem!reader, smut lite (no PiV)
***
Fuck, you thought. You set your lunch aside. You definitely couldn’t finish it now.
The rest of your weekend with Boba had been spent in bed until you’d had to check out and drive home. Then, he’d spend Sunday night in your bed, returning to his home in La Honda Monday morning.
It was now Thursday at 1PM. Ever since he’d left, kissing you softly and holding you very intimately, you had been wondering if the upcoming weekend was too soon to see him again.
But now you didn’t know what to do. You closed your stupid Instagram app and put your phone down. After a missed beat you picked it up and text your bestie.
-have u SEEN miss bp’s insta post?
-no. I’ll check
-holy f omg
-well u knew they were gonna meet up…
You knew she was trying to make you feel better, but the pic and caption bothered you all the same. You sighed and got back to work.
***
Finally it was quitting time. You wrapped up an email and put your computer away. You picked up your phone. Shocked, you stopped for a moment. You had been willing Boba to text you as you finished up your work day. He actually had. Feeling a little trepidatious, you clicked into the message thread.
-hi lovely. Wanna c a movie this weekend? We could go to the Del Mar Theatre Sat?
You smiled, but were conflicted. What was going on with him and Miss BP? Or, him and you for that matter.
-sounds fun. What did you wanna c?
He text back after a few minutes.
-there’s that 1 new Marvel one or the drama thing… i forget the name of the movie
-we could have lunch 1st and then go see whichever one you wanted? 🤞
He sent you some restaurant suggestions. They were all very cute and would make for a romantic setting to meet at. But you still felt off.
-what time did you wanna meet?
-i could pick u up at like 11? I could also come over earlier and bring you some brunch or something ☕️
He was trying to invite himself over. Did you want that?
-i gotta ask u something
-sure what is it?
You panicked and stopped texting. What did you do? After a few minutes of nothing, your phone rang. You looked down at it in your hands. It was Boba. He was FaceTiming you. Alarmed, you ran a hand over your head and straightened up on your sofa. Answering, you said a shaky, “Hi.”
He was outside in a lush looking garden. You wondered where he was. To stall, you asked.
“Oh, my backyard. I like plants. Anyway what did you want to ask me? You got real quiet over text…” He looked at you curiously.
“Uh, just… you know. It’s not really important…” you trailed off, feeling stupid.
“Yes, it is; it’s bothering you. So tell me what it is and then ask me your question. Do you think I won’t answer you or something?”
Maybe I won’t like the answer, you thought glumly.
“What is it?” Boba’s voice was stern, but soft. “Tell me,” he commanded in his rumbly voice.
“Do you have Instagram?” You started.
“Uh, no..” he furrowed his brow in confusion.
“Okay. Well. Melissa does, and she posted a photo of you two,” you blurted out.
“…what?”
You sighed. This was dumb. This was a dumb conversation. He could do whatever he wanted, he —
“Why is that upsetting to you?” Boba broke you out of your thoughts.
“It’s not.”
“You’re lying.” He confronted gently.
“Well you obviously know she took the photo…”
”At the wine bar? Yeah.” He was neutral.
”Why were you at a wine bar with her?” Your voice was shriller than you intended.
”This is what you’re upset about?” He raised an eyebrow.
You felt stupid. You started sniffling, “Never mind. It’s fine. I don’t think I wanna hang out Saturday.”
”Wait! Don’t hang up on me, okay?” He was holding one hand up as if to physically stop you from ending the call. “Why are you so upset?”
You burst out, “You let her kiss your cheek! And she captioned it ‘living a great life with this man.’”
He paused, a weird look on his face. Finally, he murmured, “Well I didn’t know she put that. I also don’t know why. I didn’t like that she kissed me but I decided to let it go because she had had a few.”
“Like you?” You countered.
”No, I only had two glasses. I wanted to stay alert because we are coworkers. I am her boss, you know.”
“So why meet with her at a WINE BAR!” You yelled into your phone.
“I just thought it was casual. She said she wanted to go over her accounts with me.” He was very calm.
You didn’t know what to say. Finally, you were about to reply with a snarky comment, but he said, “I don’t plan on doing it again. It was a little uncomfortable for me after awhile. Like I said she drank a lot. I had to get her an Uber.”
You shrugged.
“She wanted me to take her to her hotel. I said no.”
“Cause you’re her boss?” You mocked.
“Well yea but also because, well, you, you know.”
You paused, considering his words. He went on, sensing your distrust, “I really like you. I don’t really like her. Or anyone else.”
”You promise?” You huffed.
“Yes. I do. I thought I was making that clear.”
”You… are…” you muttered, feeling silly. “I just. I don’t know.”
”I wish you woulda told me this sooner. I could’ve just told you earlier that I’m crazy about you.”
You smiled. “Come over for brunch Saturday. As early as you want…”
***
He kissed you hurriedly as you pulled his sweater off. He twirled you around and pressed you into the door, his hands all over you. “You’re the only person I want,” he mumbled.
“Show me,” you demanded.
“As you wish…” he kissed you hard and picked you up easily. Carrying you to your sofa, he tossed you gently into a pile of pillows. Jumping onto the sofa, he threw some pillows over his shoulder, “What is it with ladies and pillows?” You giggled as he grabbed you again. “What you want me to do to you?” His voice was dark with desire.
Your mind flashed back to your prior encounters. Anything, you thought, but you asked, “How about a good old fashioned fucking, doggy style?’
He rumbled, and you could feel him getting hard. “I’m more than happy to comply,” he started to pull at your clothing. You fought him off for a thrill. Confused, he stopped. “C’mon, fight me,” you invited. He smiled wickedly. “Oookay…”
He flipped you over easily and put his body weight on you. Pulling your shirt over your head, he easily stopped your attempts to keep your clothing on as he stripped you. Continuing the game, he held you down and kissed down your neck, all the way down your spine. He bit an asscheek, growling, “Mine.” Your amusement from the little game converted into full desire. You tried to spread your legs, but he kept them together. “All in good time…” he purred.
His phone rang. “Fuck my life,” he complained.
“No, fuck meeee,” you wheedled as the phone continued to ring.
“That’s no one important; it’s not a special ring tone. Fuck ‘em.” He pulled you up onto all fours. Licking into your pussy from the back, he commented darkly, “Nothing’s keeping me from this pussy for a second longer.”
***
You laid on the sofa, cuddled into Boba. You were half watching TV, but mostly talking. The conversation flowed easily.
He rubbed a hand up and down your naked side, “You cold? You okay?”
“You’re keeping me warm,” you snuggled into him. He returned the action, kissing your shoulder softly. Suddenly his phone rang. He ignored it, “Nope. I’m not home.” You laughed, delighted that he was ignoring people for you.
His phone buzzed. A text message. “Hmm, still not home,” he kissed your cheek, gently brushing a finger along your lips.
Suddenly, you had a thought. “Do I have a special ring tone?” You felt stupid as soon as you asked.
He hmmed. “Of course you do.”
Giddy, you grabbed his hand to hold it tightly. He obliged.
“We’re gonna miss lunch if we don’t leave soon…” he commented, sounding unconcerned.
“Let’s GrubHub and Netfilx and Chill,” you stretched, not wanting to put clothes on or go anywhere.
”Okay. What you feeling like for eating?” He grabbed his phone. The screen lit up and you stared at it in horror until it passed out of view. The notifications included a new text from ‘Melissa - work.’ What did this bitch want on a weekend, you raged internally.
He sighed after a moment. “I gotta call Melissa back about work. I will sit right here so you can hear what we’re talking about.” He sat up and pulled you with him. Putting an arm around you, he called her back. She picked up on the first ring, sounding chipper.
“Hi, happy weekend,” Boba said casually.
She launched off into a narrative you couldn’t quite make out.
“Oh. Okay. Well that is a problem. Put some time on my calendar tomorrow, early in the day, and we’ll discuss this in depth. If you have time, send me a summary and I’ll review it so I’m up to speed.”
She started talking again. He squeezed you to himself and side eyed you, winking. You smiled and rested your temple against his shoulder.
“Okay. No, you can schedule over that meeting. This is more urgent.”
He paused while she spoke some more.
“No. I’m busy right now, with my girlfriend. …. Yeah. ‘Kay.” Your heart beat faster at his words as he paused to listen. “Nah, I’m busy the whole day. We can talk about it Monday. …. Okay. Bye.” He hung up, sighing. You immediately crawled into his lap, straddling him. “Kissing him, you exclaimed, “Girlfriend!”
He smiled, “Hope it’s okay I said that.”
You smiled wide. “Yeah…”
“Good,” he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your chest. “Cause you’re mine.”
You grinned and kissed the top of his head. Before you could say anything, he continued, “Also good, because I bought something hoping you’d say yes.” You gasped softly. “What did you do??” Your finance brain started thinking about cold, hard cash.
He laughed and kissed your sternum before puling away to make eye contact with you. “Firstly, you’re my lady; nothing is too good for you. Secondly, it’s just something small…” He grabbed his pants and rummaged in the back pockets. Pulling out a small velvet bag, he commented, “I took it out of the official packaging so I could fit it in my pocket, but I did save it cause I know you ladies like that kind of stuff.”
You laughed as you accepted the small bag. Opening it nervously, you gasped again as you realized what it was. It was another Van Cleef & Arpels purchase; this time a ring. It matched your bracelet. You raised your wrist smugly; you happened to be wearing the bracelet. He smiled as you put the ring on. “How’d you know my ring size?” You were shocked; it fit perfectly.
“Well, when I spent the night I got up secretly and took a picture of one of your rings with a penny for scale. The lady behind the counter really wanted the sale, so she figured out the right size from that.” You laughed, “Baby thank you so much. You’re so sweet.” You kissed him hard. He grabbed you and pulled you down into the sofa. Making you small spoon, he said into your ear, “I’m gonna keep you so spoiled.”
You smiled shyly, feeling hot and bothered. But you said cooly, “Well I know there’s more pieces to the Arpels set, so you can start there….”
He kissed your neck, “Already part of the plan.”
You smiled sheepishly, lost for words. But he continued, “Will you come to my house next weekend?”
You nodded, “I’d like that.”
“Cool. You want me to come pick you up?”
You grinned. “In your fancy car? Okay…”
He squeezed you lightly, “How early can I come get you?”
You decided you could start work 1 hour earlier than normal. “Three?”
“Perfect. I’ll bring you a post-work snack. I know you ladies like lil snackies. What do you want?”
You rolled over to kiss him, “You and maybe like… Jamba Juice?”
“Too easy, that’s like 5 blocks from here. I literally drive right past it to get here,” he kissed you back.
Smiling, you murmured, “Speaking of food…”
”Oh yeah,” he sat up. “Lemme see what’s delivering.”
***
You smugly hit the ‘post’ button on your Instagram. You didn’t care if it was petty; you were doing it anyway. Your caption (my mans + i 💘) was simple and to the point. The fact that you both were clearly naked was just a bonus, you reasoned. Take that, Miss BP, you grimly thought. But you let it go as quickly as you thought it, as you felt a hand slid slowly up the back of your thigh. You rolled over.
“Whatcha doing?” Boba’s voice was a low rumble.
“Mmm… marking my territory,” you said vaguely.
“Oh, Instagram?” He said knowingly.
Damn. “Yeah,” You admitted.
“Did you post the one where we’re both topless… cuz someone might lose her mind over it.”
You snickered, “Maybe.”
He laughed, pulling you towards himself. “I knew there was an ulterior motive to that pic… that’s okay. I don’t mind being claimed,” He sounded rather pleased.
Snuggling into him, you cooed, “Good. ‘Cuz you’re mine, and everyone is gonna know it now.”
He kissed you, “Perfect. Now, what else you wanna do today? How should I spoil you?”
You smiled mischievously. “I’m not sure if I have enough green in my wardrobe…”
Laughing, he pulled out his phone. “Where we starting?”
You called out your favorite designer and settled in beside him. You were the one living a great life with this man.
#boba x reader#boba fett x reader#boba fett x fem!reader#boba fett x female reader#boba fett fluff#au fic#modern au#boba fett fic#boba fett fanfiction
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Hangman smut????
also Phoenix/Bob fic, platonic or not!
Thank you!!!
Besties the time has come, my first ever official smut and it's with boy toy hangman. This is genuinely porn with no plot. Also @curtana76 wanted a hangman with shy reader. I personally am not very shy so I don't feel like I gave that complete justice but I tried my best. Also I made the border in this fic myself, yall are more than welcome to use it just give me credit please. Also as this is my first smut ever if yall could give this just a little bit of feedback or creative criticism I'd really appreciate it!
Warnings: swearing, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (they are both consenting adults as you will see), no plot like literally at all.
When Jake had first asked you out you physically couldn’t find the words to say yes. He just stared at you with raised eyebrows while you took about three minutes to untie your tongue from the knot it had formed itself into. “Um yes, I would love to um-” you cleared your throat, trying to give yourself more time to gather your words- “that would be great, yes.” He chuckled slightly before nodding. He grabbed a pen out of his pocket before reaching for your hand. “Text me,” he walked back over to his friends. You looked down at your hand, gently tracing the ten numbers with your fingers before cradling the hand to your chest. You nodded at where he had stood, a small sliver of confidence coming far too late.
Later that night you typed the number into your phone and sent him a small text, letting him know who you were before you set your phone on your dresser. You turned on your shower, not expecting anything to come of the message. Maybe he was just giving you his number on a dare. You let the water wash over you as all of the thoughts swirled through your head. You turned the shower off and stepped out into your steam filled bathroom. You picked up your phone to set your alarm for tomorrow morning and were instead greeted with a series of texts from Jake.
-Hey, I didn’t think you would text back
-you seemed like you kind of lost your words earlier today haha
-so are you free later this week?
-I’m all good for anything past thursday
-Let me know when you get a chance
You raised your eyebrows in surprise before shooting back a reply.
-How does Friday night work?
He quickly sent back that he would love to see you Friday night.
You had been dating Jake for five months and he had slowly been helping you come out of your shell. You had begun to get better at having a conversation without making up some haphazard excuse and running to hide in the bathroom. You always felt better with Jake in your sights, his hand on the small of your back guiding you through the bar or his arm draped over your shoulders as he talked to colleagues. You nursed a bottle of beer as you watched him play pool. You had zoned out a while ago. You just watched the balls slam against one another on the pool table. All of the sudden you hear a small whisper in your ear, “Hon?” You shook your head to clear the static that had taken place in your brain. “Hm oh yeah what’s up?” He smiled and laughed at your reaction while you smiled up at him. “I was asking if you wanted to get out of here?” You grinned and nodded eagerly at him. While you had been slowly making your way out of your comfort zone you still got overwhelmed super easily. You drained the rest of your beer, dropping it into the recycling before grabbing Jake's hand and letting him lead you out of the bar. You walked up to his car, letting him open the passenger side door for you before he walked around to the driver seat and sat down. “Want me to drop you off at your place?” You chewed over your lip for a second before shaking your head. “Do you mind if I spend the night?” He drew back for a moment before nodding excitedly. You could tell he was trying to not seem too eager but he did a terrible job of hiding it. He took your hand and squeezed it before dropping it to turn the car on and put it into drive. As he pulled away from the parking lot your mind began to race at a mile a minute. In all of the months the two of you had been dating, you’d never gone further than just heavily making out. You always put a stop to it before it could go any further. You were always nervous about one thing or another. That it would hurt or that it would be a huge let down and you would have to suffer silently. It wasn’t that you were a virgin, just that you had very disappointing past experiences with sex. You were ready to just get it over with, ready to get your hopes up and be disappointed but wanting it over and done with.
The ride back to Jake's apartment was filled with comfortable silence. You were nervous, allowing that small traitorous part of your brain to fill your head with delusions of a wonderful time. As Jake slowed the speed of the car and pulled into his driveway you decided you would hope for something more, maybe this time it would be different. You nodded slightly to yourself. Jake raised his eyebrows at you and you smiled softly in return. He turned the car off before leaving the car. You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for the car door handle. Jake beat you to it though, opening the door and holding out his hand to you. You took his hand and let him lead you inside. He tossed his keys into a bowl by the door before reaching the lightswitch above it and turning on the lights. “You can borrow some of my clothes and I think I have an extra tooth brush underneath the si-” he trailed off as you grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. He looked at you confused before you stood up on your tiptoes and crushed your lips to his. He didn’t even waste a beat before he incircled his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him and up against his chest. You reached one hand up to tangle in his hair, bringing his head down closer to you. It felt like you were having a mental battle for dominance that was more of just a formality. You knew you were going to lose the moment you engaged him yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He slid his hands down lower until they were against the back of your thighs. You jumped up, crossing your legs across his back as he carried you through his house and into his bedroom.
He bent over the bed, placing you gently on the mattress before finally breaking contact. Your breathing was labored as you sat up and brushed hair out of your face. He panted as he looked at you, his eyes bearing into your soul. You looked up at him and his face melted. You both made fast work of shedding your clothes, trying your best to not break the intense eye contact. You were both left in your underwear, you went to kiss him again but he placed a hand on your stomach pushing you down on your back to the mattress. He leaned over you and sealed your lips in a kiss again before quickly breaking apart, he kissed your jaw before making his way down to your neck and down your sternum. He continued to kiss down your body, one hand reaching for your bra, pulling the fabric down. He allowed that hand to blindly fondle as he sank to his knees in front of your clothed center. You shut your eyes in a fit of pleasure, the feeling too overwhelming for you to stand. You felt his hand slip underneath the cotton.
“Is this okay, sweetheart.” You nodded blindly, wanting him to continue his ministrations. He retracted his hand from your chest and your eyes shot open, looking down at him offended. “I need a verbal yes or no, honey, is this okay?” That was new, no one had ever asked you that before. “Yes please, this is great just keep going, please!” You begged as he slipped your underwear down and off of your legs, throwing it somewhere on the floor around you. He abandoned your chest before grabbing both of your knees, spreading your legs and tossing them over your shoulders. His hands snaked up your thighs before taking hold of your hips. You lifted your head confused as to what he was doing before he attached his mouth to your clit gently and you let out the loudest moan to ever escape your lips. You quickly placed your hands over your mouth as he continued to attack your cunt with his tongue. Your vision went white as your muscles began to contract and spasm against your will. You felt one of his hands leave your hips and slide up your body. He grabbed one of your hands and pushed it away from your mouth without breaking contact at your center. He pressed a kiss before gently looking up at you. “Come on baby, I wanna hear all those pretty noises you make. Let me know what I do to you.” You nodded and moved your hands to your side, fisting the bed sheets as he continued. You felt your muscles tighten as you whined, letting go of everything as he continued to nurse you over the edge. You felt your entire body go loose as he backed away, planting a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You lifted your head to look at him as he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth and lifted it to his lips, licking at your excess juices without breaking eye contact. It was such a raw motion that you immediately lost the small bit of composure you had regained. You reached behind your back and removed your bra, dropping it off of the side of the bed. Jake shed his underwear and followed you onto the bed, leaning over you to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips and it was one of the most primal things that you’ve ever experienced. You chased the sensation as he leaned over you fully. You broke away and gasped, pressing your forehead to his as you tried to regain some form of sense.
“Please, please fuck me.” He nudged you with his nose as he mouthed at your neck. You took your legs and wrapped them around his waist trying to push him closer to where you wanted him. You felt him sink his teeth into your neck and you knew that it would form into a hickey you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. “You want to stop at any time, you just say so, alright?” You let out a breathy, “Okay.” You felt him prod softly at your entrance before he grabbed your hands in his own and interacted your fingers. He slid into you and you felt your entire breath escape. He stopped to give you a moment to adjust. He dropped his forehead to your own. “Sweetheart, I need you to relax, just breathe.” You exhaled deeply and allowed your muscles to loosen around him. You nodded against him as you calmed down. “You can move now, I’m okay.” He dropped a peck to your lips before he began to rock against you. You moaned as you felt him begin to pick up his pace. Your legs began to tremble around him as he continued to thrust. “I’m close, oh I’m so close,” you whimpered into his ear. “Yeah me too,” he grunted as his thrusts began to become sporadic. You felt your back arc unwillingly as you tossed your head back. “That feels good, doesn’t it.” You whined at his teasing tone. “It’s okay baby, you can come.” Your eyes clouded with stars as you finally reached your release, Jake following you not much later. He leaned above you, being careful to not drop fully on top of you. You whimpered softly as he pulled out of you, Jake shushing your noises as he rolled onto his side, pulling you in close. He pressed his mouth to your temple. “Go to sleep, love, I’ll be here when you wake up.” As you drifted into a peaceful sleep you knew that all other men had just been ruined for you. That Jake was definitely going to be your forever.
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