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shadowkoo · 9 months

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The Ex Text

→ Summary: The 2 AM texts have started again. It’s a bittersweet familiarity that you can’t run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and you’ll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkook’s presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you'll never outgrow or cast aside.

↠ jjk x f.reader | 3.2k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, pwp, ex with benefits, minor fluff & angst

→ Warnings: swearing, explicit sex, protected sex, scratching, breast play, spit/saliva play, infidelity (in the case that reader just started dating someone new), soft kissing, soft choking, rough kissing, ball squeezing, fingering, handjob, blowjob, cunnilingus, sloppy oral sex (female & male receiving), squirting, praising, teasing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, doggy, deep dicking, posessive!jungkook has a hard time dealing with his feelings

→ Author note: This is an update of a fic I posted in January that desperately needed some editing (anyone else ever read their old fics and cringe??), I hope you enjoy the newest version bc i personally believe it’s so much better! If you’d like to read this on ao3 instead it’s been crossposted here! As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

The pillow vibrates beneath your head as the notifications on your phone add up. Knowing it’s nowhere near time for you to get up, you roll over, choosing to ignore whatever, or rather, whoever is trying to reach you. Your plan works for another several minutes as you attempt to drift back to sleep, but your phone soon buzzes again, signaling another notification.

You groan and clumsily reach to turn the ringer off, but instead, your curiosity wins. After a couple of slow blinks, your eyes adjust to the blinding light and are able to focus on the screen; a couple of likes on your latest tweet, a new follower request for your insta, and three new texts from ‘The Ex’…

You groan again and check the time. 2 AM.

“Mmm, right on schedule, ‘Kook,” you drone sleepily to yourself, “Glad to see nothing’s changed.”

Invested now, and unfortunately awake, you unlock your phone to read the full texts.

2:03 AM

‘hey, u awake?’

2:07 AM

‘come over pls’

‘I’ll leave the door open’

Leaving the messages on read, you think about the two ways this could go.

One, you ignore him, just as you have been for the last month, and pretend like he means nothing to you.

Or two, you text him back, agree to come over, and wind up in a self-hate spiral the following days for allowing him to weasel back into your life.

A third groan leaves your body, realizing your heart is clouding your mind, having already made the decision. You type out your message and hover your thumb over the send button, before pressing firmly, unable to take it back.

2:11 AM

‘i hate you…i’ll be there in 5’

His response pops up just seconds later.

‘i’ll be waiting’

This routine is nothing new to you, as much as you hate to say it.

It’s not the first time since your break up that he’s asked you over. And it’s not the first time you’ve rushed to see him, to relive the good times spent between his sheets.

As promised, Jungkook left the door unlocked for you. His tall pup, Bam, meets you with a happy face and a wagging tail the second you crack the door open.

“Hi Bamy-Boo, I’ve missed you so much. How’s my good boy doing?” you ask after stepping into the quiet apartment, bending at the knees to give him a quick kiss on the head and some chin scratches.

“He’d be doing a lot better if you joined him in bed.”

Turning your head, your eyes land on Jungkook. He’s leaning against the wall outside his bedroom, with one of his hands combing through his tousled hair. And he’s wearing the beige-colored sweat set he knows drives you wild.

Damn him.

Your eyes wander to the waistband of his pants, where the faintest patch of skin shows through with his raised arm, before moving upward towards his face.

He’s grinning now.

“We need to stop doing this,” you sigh, not even attempting to deny that you were ogling him. He’s hot, you both know it. No point in sugar-coating or avoiding it. “You can’t keep texting me this time of night and expect me to come over.”

“You can leave any time you want, you know that,” he says taking a step closer to you, “Just like you know you don’t have to text me back. But you do.” He extends a hand, which you accept, and you stand up, letting him pull you up against his chest. “Because you want to come over. Because you know you want this.”

Jungkook doesn’t waste another second before placing his lips on yours. He’s warm and comforting, smelling of sage and citrus, just like always.

He pulls you away from the front door, which he locks, and leads you towards his room. Even in the dark, you remember the path to his bed, your body has it practically memorized.

“Come here,” he whispers softly while his fingers dance along the edge of your wrinkled pajama shirt, before lifting it over your shoulders.

You didn’t even bother changing out of your stained and slept-in pjs. Jungkook has seen you in far worse conditions. Plus you figured they wouldn’t remain on for very long, and much to your pleasure - you’re right.

Jungkook admires your breasts with his hands once your shirt is on the ground. “You’re gorgeous like this,” he whispers, cupping them and letting his thumbs rub across your nipples. Between his touch and the cool air, they harden almost immediately.

You lean into his body and your lips collide, meanwhile, his arms move around your body, crushing you against his chest.

He moans into your mouth, loving the way your fingers run through his messy hair. He doesn’t hide the fact that his cock twitches against his sweatpants when you tug lightly on his locks.

Jungkook could come in his pants just from simply kissing you and having you play with his hair, but he needs more. So much more.

He reaches for your pants, ready to remove them next. He’s desperate to undress you, to have your naked body pressed up against his. You’ve been ignoring his texts for too long lately. Even though he would never admit it, he’s missed you. A lot.

You help him take off the rest of your clothing until you’re bare before him, and Jungkook looks at you like he’s always looked at you. Like you’re the only person in the universe, you captivate his entire attention.

Nothing else matters when he’s with you.

He tears only his sweatshirt off before sitting down on the bed. Stretching back, he pats his lap with that same old smirk you’ve grown to love and hate simultaneously and motions for you to climb on top of him.

You do as he requests, resting each leg on either side of his hips so you’re straddling his waist.

“Come here,” he says quietly, pulling you closer to him, so he can leave wet kisses trailing down your neck from your earlobe to the dip above your collarbone.

His hands travel down your side as his lips move closer and closer to your breasts, his hot breath tickles your skin as he hovers over your sensitive nubs. He flicks each with his tongue, before closing his lips over one of your soft peaks, sucking it in between his teeth.

The sensation pulls an explicit moan from deep within your core. Jungkook’s ears perk up, loving the sounds coming from you, wanting to hear you make sounds like that all night.

Your thighs tense around him as he does it again to the other side, and you massage the growing tent in his sweats to tease him just the right amount.

Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, pushing your bare center up against his hardness as you continue your circling torture. It’s his turn to lose himself. Fuck, he can feel your heat through the thin fabric, your readiness soaking into his sweatpants. His hands curve around the swell of your ass as your tongues twist together in harmony.

Grabbing his face, you kiss him deeply while slowly moving off the top of him, your hand replacing where your opening was previously. You moan into his mouth this time, feeling how hard he is for you as you rub him through his pants.

Your hand dips underneath the waistband and wraps around his velvety length. His length throbs in your hand while your thumb glides over his needy head. You’re stroking him slowly enough to drive him into a maddening frenzy.

“Fuck baby, I need more,” he rasps.

You give him exactly what he begs for.

He cries out when your hand dips lower to squeeze his balls without warning. You smirk, watching the emotions overtake his face as the pain mixes deliciously with pleasure while you hold him tightly in your hands. You wait a few seconds before releasing them and then work to take off his pants.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps, catching his breath from your dangerous game. “What was that for?”

You take a mouthful of him to avoid answering. He doesn’t press the issue further as you gag over his thick cock.

Jungkook grabs a fistful of your hair as you bring him closer and closer to the edge. He helplessly watches as your reddened lips glide over him, your saliva dripping everywhere in the process.

“Mmm, just like that,” he hums, caressing your cheek as you bob your head up and down.

Pulling yourself from him to catch your breath, your mouth then leaves wandering kisses that lead you to his balls next. Sucking each into your hollowed cheeks, you take your sweet time and watch intently as Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow together.

“Shit baby, I’m about to lose it,” he breathes deeply, before moving your bodies so you’re below him.

You smirk, your legs open and ready with your fingers teasing your wet and inviting opening. “Then lose it.”

He groans. Leaning across your body, Jungkook opens the drawer on his nightstand and rummages through until his fingers land on the very familiar foil packet. He smirks for a moment at the thought floating around in his head, and then lets the male urge win and rips it open with his teeth.

“You did not just do that,” you laugh, “That’s so cheesy. What are you, a horny teenager?”

He grins wolfishly as he rolls the condom on, “Might as well be.”

The scent of your arousal has now filled the room, engulfing Jungkook, and making him ravenous for you. He’s starved and only your heat will tame his hunger.

Unable to wait any longer, his thick length dips inside you just enough to wet his tip. He pulls back out of you, sliding your wetness through your folds, preparing you for what is to come. Then, without a moment’s notice, he takes you hard and fast, thrusting into you with all his power.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving red trails from where they slide down his back and grip his ass.

The veins in Jungkook’s neck pop out as he slams into you again and again.

“Holy fuck, ‘Kook! Oh my god,” you cry out, holding onto him.

He looks so fucking hot with his hair stuck to his damp forehead. Your eyes follow the bead of sweat dripping down his temple.

Jungkook’s soft moans tickle your ear, while one of his hands creeps up to wrap around your neck. The pressure is gentle but firm, his fingers are placed exactly where they need to be to make you feel lightheaded and slightly delirious - everything you want and more.

“Do you still love me?” he pants as he thrusts into you harshly.

You blink, hesitating to answer that question.

“Fine, then answer me this, do you still love my cock?”

“Jungkook…” you sigh, tilting your head to the side. “Please don’t go there.”

He pretends he doesn’t hear you. “Tell me you’ve never had better,” he demands after flipping you over. Pulling your ass up towards him, he realigns his length with your center and thrusts back into you. One of his hands wraps around your waist, the other gets lost in your hair.

“Tell me how much you’ve missed me and my cock,” he growls into your ear as he slips out of you, only to ram back into you with all his strength.

Each thrust pushes you further into the bed and brings you closer to the edge. You’re biting the sheets to stop yourself from screaming out from the sinful pleasure.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” You moan uncontrollably while Jungkook continues his sweet torture. Lust, and possibly another L emotion, dripping off the words spilling from your mouth.

You couldn’t lie if you tried at this point. You’ve really missed this and him. And holy fuck, his cock too. “Oh my god, oh god!” you cry out. Waves of euphoria wash over your quivering body as you unfold around him.

The coil snaps deep inside you, your walls pulsating around him, sending shockwaves through his body as he finishes.

Jungkook moans your name one last time before feeling himself swell, and he fills the condom with his load. His thrusts slow down but don’t stop just yet.

It’s almost too much to handle, yet it’s still not enough. Jungkook knows this and reaches down to rub his thumb along your swollen clit, causing you to see starts as your next release comes, it sprays out of you involuntarily.

You freeze, not sure if you should embrace it or be embarrassed.

He grins, “That was fucking hot. I’ve never made anyone squirt before.” You feel a sense of pride hearing that. Good. You don’t want him to have it like this with anyone else. Woah, where did that thought come from?

Without missing a beat, Jungkook lifts your legs over his shoulders as he bends down so he’s face level with your heat. He admires your slit that’s still slick from his undoing. You moan uncontrollably the second he licks through your damp folds, lost on cloud nine while he buries his face in between your legs, hands on either side of them, holding you in place.

You’re writhing beneath him from the glorious torture of his tongue teasing your entrance, his nose purposefully rubs against your sensitive nub and two of his long fingers slide into you, curling at the right pace.

His rhythmic licks turn you into a quivering mess. Your insides twist and clench around his fingers as you come again, unashamed and all over his face this time.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he pants, moving back up toward the top of the bed and collapsing next to you, totally spent.

You kiss him messily, tasting yourself on his lips, and cuddle into his side as you both drift off into the night, sweaty and exhausted, just how it should be.

It’s early. You’re not sure how long you’ve both been in and out of sleep, but you know it’s almost time for you to leave. This is the longest you’ve spent in his bed since your break up. All the other late-night extravaganzas we’re just a couple of hours, if that.

You’re laying on his chest, listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat and your synced breathing, working up the energy to sit up. His fingers draw small circles on your back as you two rest. It’s surprisingly…peaceful. These are the moments you miss the most when you’re apart.

“I have a thing with the guys around tomorrow, well technically today. Want to come?” Jungkook asks out of the blue, his voice cutting through the silence.

“Can’t,” you decline, worried about where this conversation is about to go.

“And why is that, exactly?” he asks, even though he very well knows. You know he knows. He knows that you know that he knows. Which is frustrating, to say the least.

The previous peace you felt is short-lived. You sit up and lean on your elbow to look at him. “You know I’m going out with Taehyung now. You liked my Instagram pic of us together from earlier this week.”

“Well, I’m sorry to say that if you’re here with me, that must mean he’s either very boring or is terrible in bed. Or maybe both?” He leaves the question open-ended for you to answer.

You roll your eyes and start to get up, not in the mood to discuss this with him tonight, or ever really.

You don’t need to explain to him that Taehyung deserves so much more than someone who’s willing to cheat on him, and with an ex-boyfriend at that. You two haven’t exactly made things official but it’s still unbelievably inconsiderate of you to waste his time while you pine after Jungkook, a guy who dumped you four months ago but still refuses to give you up.

“No, don’t go,” he groans. “What I’m trying to say is-” he pauses, fighting whatever is going on in his brain. “I don’t want you seeing him anymore,” he says bluntly.

“Why?” You press, begging for any sort of answer.

“‘Cause…,” he says, holding back.

“Because why Jungkook, I need you to say more than that. I need you to be more, we can’t keep going on like this.”

“Because I love you, dammit!” He runs a hand through his hair and huffs. “Can’t you tell? Isn’t it obvious? I’m still hung up on you and don’t like seeing you moving on when I’m, I’m…stuck,” he breathes.

He loves you.

A moment passes.

He. Loves. You.

“Please say something. Anything.” He’s nervously searching your face for any sort of answer.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say that you’re still hung up on me,” he whines, pulling you back onto his chest.

Your voice softens, “You know that I am.”

He kisses you gently, making your heart flutter with the possibility.

“Then what’s stopping us?” He asks once your lips part from one another.

It’s your turn to huff, you have so much to say yet it’s all lost on you at this exact moment. Funny how that works, isn’t it?

“You’re the one who ended things.”

The streetlight shines in through his window, its light illuminating your body, highlighting your beautiful features that he just can’t get enough of. Why did he end things again?

“Yeah, well, I’m an idiot. What’s new?” he jokes, crawling over top of you, completely mesmerized by how gorgeous you are beneath him. He kisses you sweetly, his lips massaging yours as his heart pounds loudly in his chest. You didn’t say no. To Jungkook, that means there’s still a chance, and he’ll gladly take it.

One of his hands holds the back of your neck, tilting your head just the right amount for him to deepen the kiss. He moans into your mouth, his tongue playing with yours while his other hand finds its way between your legs.

A soft gasp escapes your lips when his fingers dip inside you. They twist and curl with perfect accuracy, bringing you closer and closer to bliss.

He has you practically begging for more, you’re already a panting mess. You reach for him, craving more, needing him closer but he refuses.

“Nope,” he grins playfully, pushing your chest gently so you lay back onto the bed, “I want to watch you come undone this time. I want to see you lose it when you come for me.”

Your back arches off the bed as you dance along the edge, squeezing your eyes shut you let his words do their magic.

“Be a good girl and come all over these fingers.” Your hips move helplessly, matching his speed as you chase the high.

“You’re luminous, absolutely divine, and all mine. Nobody can worship you as I do. Nobody else can make you feel this good.”

“No one compares to you,” you moan sensually as pleasure overtakes your body yet again, turning you into the mess he wants to see.

Your lips touch again after what feels like an eternity. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, leaving another lazy kiss on your cheek, before moving to clean up the aftermath of your pleasures.

“Me too,” you say sleepily, pulling him back into your arms after he disposed of the condom. You feel yourself drifting off, about to fall into a soft slumber with your bodies entwined.

Jungkook grins, knowing he’s one step closer to convincing you to try again. He kisses you softly, lovingly, one more time before you both drift off into the early morning light.

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joedirtymadre · 2 months

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Sandwiches - Part 1

LAW X READER. FLUFF. (Taking requests 📲 pls send em 🧎‍♀️)

It’s been a few weeks since the captain of the Heart Pirates came aboard. However… I never really thought that this would be the result of the alliance. I’ve noticed that Law really likes hanging around me, not sure why… but as soon as we boarded he seemed to have liked being alone or unbothered.

Then one day…

“Hey (Y/N)!” Luffy called out as I had just finished creating some new outfits for the crew. “What’s up?” I asked. “Can you ask Sanji for some food? He banned me from the kitchen because the other night I raided the pantry,” Luffy said with a defeated look. “And I’m so hungry,” he whined. “Hmmm… I’ll try my best, but you know if I ask for too much food he’ll get suspicious,” I smiled. “Alright!” Luffy cheered and ran off to hide, in case Sanji caught him scheming a mission.

I walked into the kitchen, “Hi Sanji,” I smiled and waved. “(Y/N)-chwann~” he cooed as he was chopping some ingredients. “Hi Sanji, mind if I make something? Just some sandwiches,” I said. “Sure, but if you want I can make you one real quick,” he said as he placed the knife down. “No! It’s ok, I got it. Plus… Law asked me for one so I wouldn’t want to interrupt you,” I said the first thing that I could think of. “Him?!” He said angrily. “Don’t be angry Sanji, plus I’d hate for you to stop the meal you’re preparing. I’m really excited to try it for dinner,” I smiled and grabbed the objects from the fridge. “You’re so sweet (Y/N)~! I’ll make this one of the best dinners ever,” he said and continued preparing the dish. Phew… anyways, now let’s make some sandwiches.

I made enough sandwiches for each crewmate, except for Sanji- he said he’d rather wait until dinner. I began passing a wrapped sandwich with a glass of juice to everyone. Everyone said thanks and happily took the sandwich and juice from me. I then sneakily walked over to Luffy who was hiding in a barrel, “Hey Luffy! Made you some sandwiches,” I smiled. “How many?” He drooled. “5 of them, I hope that’s enough until dinner,” I said and handed them the wrapped sandwiches. “Wow thanks, ok now can you cover the barrel again? Before Sanji sees me eating?” He asked, I laughed and quickly covered the barrel. I had 2 more sandwiches, and decided to go find the mysterious doctor.

I found him in the library, leaning back in a sofa chair asleep. I quietly placed the sandwiches and a glass of juice on the coffee table next to him. I was about to walk away before my curiosity peaked. I looked over at the large fluffy hat that was covering his eyes, “Just one touch…” I whispered. I slowly walked over and stood in front of the sleeping doctor. I gulped as my hand slowly crept closer and closer to the fluffy white hat. So close… and finally contact! “So soft…” I smiled. “So cute,” I said. “So you think I’m cute, huh (Y/N)-ya?” Law asked as he tilted his head up to look at me. I stood there frozen, then felt my face burn up to a billion degrees. “N-No I was j-just-“ I stuttered as I backed away. “Wow, all shy and flustered, huh? Guess you must really like me?” He smirked. My face felt like it was on fire, and my head started spinning. “W-Wait hear m-me out- Ah!” I slipped while taking a step back, but instead of hitting the floor I felt an arm snake around and caught me. My eyes opened and were faced with a very muscular torso… they then lingered up to see a smirking man. “Falling for me now, are we?” He smirked. “I-I-I-I,” I blushed, and my head went back to spinning in circles. “I think she busted a fuse,” I heard him chuckle. I pushed him back, “I made you some sandwiches, I hope you like them!” I yelled and ran out of the library or else I’m gonna explode.

Back to now…

Ever since that day he hasn’t left me alone… and it’s honestly not too good for my health. I never realized how flirty he is… he’s almost as bad as Sanji, but more bolder. It’s dangerous… So dangerous that I have decided to hide from him or else my heart might actually explode. Now I'm under the dining table, hoping he won’t find me. I’ve been here for 30 minutes, so I think I’m in the clear… I finally let out a sigh of relief. Then suddenly I see a blue color surrounding me, “Room,” I hear and before I know it the captain of the Heart Pirates is over me, his frame pinning me to the floor. “Really (Y/N)-ya? Hiding under the table now?” He chuckles. “It’s cause you-!” I immediately shut my mouth. I hear footsteps, a couple of them. I look over and see Luffy’s, Usopp’s, Chopper’s, and Sanji’s shoes. I look up to Law who is staring back at me with a smirk, I frown angrily in return. “What’s up with that look, (Y/N)-ya?” He whispered in my ear, making my body fill up with goosebumps. “You! You keep-!” I stopped once I heard. “Did you hear that?” I Usopp asked. “Huh?” Sanji asked, annoyed. “Anyways, hurry up and help me move these food items to the pantry,” he said and showed them some boxes. “Roger!” The 3 said and began moving the boxes. “You should really whisper, unless you wanna get caught,” he whispered. “Fine, you just don’t know when to stop teasing people!” I whispered angrily. “What are you talking about? You’re the one that called me cute,” he smirked. “I meant the hat!” I whispered. “Then why do you get so flustered around me?” He asked. “I-I… I don’t know…” I blushed and avoided his eyes. “Come on, just say you like me,” he smirked as he noticed the goosebumps on my skin. “You’re just teasing me,” I frowned. “And? It’s cute seeing how flustered you get,” he says softly. “C-Cute?” I asked, feeling my face heating up. “Yeah, and it looks like you like being teased,” he said as he analyzed my face. “I do not!” I whispered. “You’re just a bully,” I huffed. “Yeah, but only to you. I like your reactions,” he replied as he leaned down and I could feel his breath hitting my neck. “I bet you wouldn’t like it, if I teased you back,” I frowned. “You? Tease and bully me? That’d be a funny sight to see, (Y/N)-ya,” he chuckled softly. “Oh yeah? Well then…” I blushed, as I cupped his face and forced him to face me. He had a surprised look on his face, for only a second, “Well th-“ I interrupted him. I pulled him into a deep kiss, I felt as he tensed up from the sudden contact, but quickly relaxed into it. After a few more seconds we finally pulled away from each other. “I told ya,” I smirked. “Man you sure like to rile people up, don’t you (Y/N)-ya?” He smirked. I don’t think that was a good idea… I looked over and realized the boys were gone. I took this opportunity to snake out of Law’s grasp and jump out from under the table. “Hey!” I heard him say, and heard a hard THUMP come from under the table. “Oh no, are you ok?” I asked, being a habit of mine. He peered out from under the table and looked devilish. “You look fine!” I said and quickly ran off. While running off, I realized something… it is kind of fun to tease him back.

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tookthe-405 · 2 months

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On our way

Chapter 1 :

We’ll keep falling on each other

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Loser!ellie x ex-bsf!reader

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authors note: first chapterrr🤪 ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLS

And pls tell me if the chapters should be shorter and what kind of perspective I should write from (Ellie pov will come later when I’ll fit), LONG AF

Summary: modern Jackson au!

you and Ellie were best friends through your childhood. Now your just neighbours who act like enemies towards each other, but after an incidence you both decide to run away together.

Joel lives 💯

warnings: anxiety , Panik attack?, alcohol, smoking, feeling of throwing up (only mentioned once) smut in future chapters!!, chaotic and stupid arguing between reader and Ellie, school anxiety, messy af (I mostly write at night when the demons come out🐺)

(ellie is 18 and reader is 17 (soon 18))

Readers pov:

6/25

You couldn’t remember the fall out.

For a matter of fact you couldn’t remember anything that happened that night.

You just knew that the next morning Ellie and you weren’t friends anymore. You guys weren’t anything, just total strangers who knew more about each other than any other.

“Iced Coffee and 4 chocolate donuts should be your order”

Your head snaps up and an older guy holds out a bag of donuts.

“Yes, thank you”

You quickly scurry out of the waiting crowd, out the dinner and into the summer air.

2:25 p.m. If Jody would finally pick you up, the both of you might only be 10 minutes late to the game.

While you're waiting, you take a donut out of the bag and realize as you're eating that you don't have a cold ice coffee in your other hand.

"Fuck”

you really wanted that coffee, and by any normal logic you should just go back.

But the fear of embarrassment won. so you decide to just wait outside without a coffee, feeling the dizziness of the lack of sleep in your brain.

The day before was the last exam and you couldn’t sleep the whole night, because of your anxious thoughts that are so unjustified that it’s actually embarrassing.

you watched the cars drive by, as you wait for Judy to pull over.

Today was the last school day. Ever. This morning was the last morning you would ever be in a high school class room to study.

After waiting for a while you hear the horn of Judy`s car or rather her parents car, since both of you are broke and only one of you has their license.

"i forgot my coffee" you complain as you collapse into the passager seat.

"yeah but you didn`t forgot the donuts and thats the really important thing here" Jody happily takes the box full of donuts, out of your hand

"footbal games always stress me out" you rummage through your bag, looking for gumm or just something that will help your body through this hard time.

"i hope my exams were good" you tell her anxious.

"It was our last fucking day, dont worry about something that is over soon. Those last days don`t really matter no one cares"

"I do"

Judy scoffs, puting the donute to her mouth again, all while looking at the street.

"I know, thats your problem. Really, you need to fix that. Your grades are amazing and whatever college you wanna go to, will say yes."

Now you scoff.

"right then why haven’t they replied yet then?"

"because you were too anxious too send your application, you almost threw up in my room"

Your face contorts at the memory. Judy's poor cat hissed at you the whole time because you couldn't sit still at all.

"yeah sorry he gets like that, but not all cats are this easy to annoy i swear"

Your giggle fills the car and you share the last donute, as judy tries to find a parking spot which is obviossly not that easy anymore.

"goddamit those wild people are so greedy" her hands grab the steerig wheel harder, but theres simply no other free spot anymore.

You grow even more annoyed now.

The thoughts in your head take more space than you usually allow them.

The whole morning was shit, the whole day is shit and your life is fucked if you don’t get into university.

"i think we need to use the other one" judy says

"then we`ll have to run through the whole fucking school, were already late, Malik is playing!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she looks at you, thinking, and finally sighs.

"get out I’ll park the car" You immediantly regret snapping at her.

"you dont have to-"

she interrupts you (no suprise)

"bro get out of my car. It’s my fault we`re too late anyway and we both know im only here for the fries"

For a few seconds you hesitate, but then you grab your bag and the donut, and get out the car. Outside, a warm brise tickles your skin, now that the sun is shining right on your face. You pinch you eyes.

Judy dissapers around the corner and you wave, hoping she saw it, but the worry leaves with her because you start running towards the football field.

The whole row was full, every seat. You try to push your way through the crowd on the front, which didn't make it any easier because everyone was pushing forward against the bar to see better.

And it was so loud, every type of noises from every angle. This is your last game of course everyone will be loud, Jesus you’ll be loud, but the game hasn’t even started.

Arriving in the almost last row, Lyla waves to you and you sprint towards her.

"I don't know how you manage to save us seats, thank you so much," You almost scream, because the large group sitting behind her started singing the fucking national anthem.

lyla quickly hugs you and sits right back down. "I don't know how either, but here you go. Where's Judy?"

Her gaze wanders behind you to look out for her, as if judy is hiding behind you "Looking for another parking spot and getting us some fries"

You feel the light box in your hand and remember the one donut inside it.

“Here we’ve left you a donut”

“How generous” lyla replies smirking

Your attention turns to the football field. No one’s there.

“Everyone is still in the cabins, you're not as late as you think" she adds while slurping her milshake.

Malik is Lylas brother and a good friend of yours. Even Judy likes him, and that's saying something.

After the "incident" you tried so hard to find another group of friends, that one day it actually happened.

Which wasnt easy, before ellie you didnt relly need other friends. You also didnt want other ones. You always thought she felt the same way.

Her company, her words, her feelings and thoughts were all you wanted.

"Holy shit im not late!"

Judy's loud voice pulls you out of your thoughts. She quickly sits down next to you and hands you the large french fries package. You grin at her and pass them on to lyla. The loud noises became quieter and quieter, which made you hear the microphone voice.

"Dear seniors and juniors, After weeks full of learning and exams, one last football game with our beloved team and a guest team of their choice should be enough for you. I don't understand why you wanted to have this when every one of you’ve seen so many other games, but as you want. That’s the last one really though, please."

Judy giggles at the voice of the principal, but with empathy rather than mockery.

"Poor Ms. Servopoulos, juniors and seniors are not easy. The Other Class's prank surpassed everything"

lylas eyes widened at the memory. "Which of the 20 One?" She asks, leaning a bit over my lap to hear judy better.

"The one where they all had their tables outside at the_" Judy's bright voice gets stuck in the air, and she looks past me with squinted eyes in dismay.

You know why and didn't want to turn around.

But you do it anyway.

She wore her typical short baggy shorts and a red oversize t shirt with a fucking beanie , which makes her look like the love child of Adam Sandler and Jesse Pinkman.

You’d be happy to laugh at her if she didn't look so fucking good. But you chuckle a bit in your head at the Beanie, because it’s fucking june.

She looks down at you , just standing there.

Ellie has always been a bit taller than you. You might be sitting right know, but you still know That hasn't changed yet. You don't have to get up to be sure. You would notice if she grew even 1 cm. You don't know if she would still recognize that about you.

The familiar, soft and light brown freckles on her face. As a tween you always wanted to connect them, to find out how it would turn out. Or how she would look. Or react. You wanted to make her laugh so bad it hurt.

"Seth told me to bring this too you"

The Ice Caffee, with your name on it, is suddenly right in front of your face.

"Why should I accept it? It's already warm anyway" The irritated pitch in your voice cannot be ignored

Elie's gaze remains neutral, but there was some caution in her expression. "He forced me when I was paying, just take it and throw it away."

"Why didn't you throw it away?"

"Because im at a point where I listen to that old man for my benefits. Seth hates me already. He didn't even tell me about the senior special last week" she protests

You roll your eyes in annoyance.

"i dont give a shit about you or the now hot coffee"

Your argument became more intense, Judy and lyla exchanged glances but stayed out of it. You want to sort out your shit yourself and they know that.

"just fucking throw it away ellie!"

"No, I'm sitting at the top and have to go down all the fucking stairs and-"

"I don't care Ellie"

The people around slowly became aware of the both of you screaming, and you wonder for a second how strange you both must look right now. How you line up like little kids. But ellie also hurt the child version of you. God she has hurt so fucking many versions of you.

"just be happy that I’m even bringing this too you, i didnt really had to do that"

Her hand holds the plastic cup so hard in front of your face that it looks like it's about to explode.

The fact that she thinks she has a right to be angry with you bothers you even more, as you try to hold back your tears. You try to imagine her as adam sandler, screaming at you in this fucked up voice from grown ups, to make the tears go away.

"right i didn’t ask you to do anything, you decided to be so stupid and come over here"

she chuckles sligtly at your words, really pissed now. "you bitch-"

The last words never came out of her mouth. But the coffee out the cup. On your shirt.

Frightened, you take a loud breath in and stand up. Ellie has already put a safe distance between the both of you and her own mouth is open with surprise and startle.

Behind her stands a paralyzed Joshua, with his hand on his mouth.

"I swear, he ran into me...," she babbles desperately to herslef, waving her hands in the air, the empty cup on the floor now. Looks like the rest of the liquor soaked your shoes.

Yo didn’t let her finish. You mumble to lyla and judy not to follow you and that you would call them later. You grabbed your bag and Then left.

And you cried the whole ride home with your mom next to you. And not because of the coffee.

The smoke comes out of your mouth, you take the ciggarette to you lips again, and breathe in deeply.

If you smoke in your room, you always have to lean almost completely out of the window, now with the shadows of the trees falling in your face.

The light, split by the limbs, danced to the movements of the branches. There was a small and almost sweet breeze in the air.

The sun is still shining, but the golden hour is almost here.

You get goose bums on your arm as a cold breeze comes, and you put out the cigarette on your ashtray.

As you lie down on your bed and just stare at the wall for a while, the dark smell of cigarettes is still in the air. your parents don't care as long as it doesn't get into the rest of the house.

You grab a book from your bedside table and start reading.

"And when you at last find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped darek inside yous so long"

You close the book with a jerk.

Yes, maybe no sylvia plath for today.

The buzzing of your phone makes your head move to the side.

Judy: Malik won

Judy: Tonights a party at the beach, everyones going

Your eyes stare back into the void of your ceiling.

Ellie has had so much influence over you and your feelings for so long, that has to stop at some point. And with all the anger in you, you think that today it will.

You get up and stand in front of your closet, you rummage around to find something and you do. A t shirt that belonged to ellie.

Your fingers brush over the dark green material. It was a fucking normal t shirt. Except that it wasn't.

"Today it will stops"

You put the t-shirt in your backpack and look for an outfit that was well suited for the beach. In the end, you wear short jeans shorts, where your grandma had sewn in flower patterns years ago, With a light blue shirt it goes nicely with the flowers.

you: can you pick me up?

Judy: I would love too :)

You quickly brush your teeth to get rid of the smell of smoke. Outside, you can already hear Judy's honking. You sprint down the stairs with your backpack and look for your beach shoes.

"Where are you going" Your mother is standing behind you with her arms crossed. In her old cardigan, she looked like she did a few years ago and you almost get a déjà vu.

"A party, Judys picking me up"

"how long are you gonna be there?"

"Mom im going to be 18 in what now 4 days you dont have to ask me that anymore"

she scoffs

"yes i do and guess what? i also want you to text me So i know youll be fine"

Nervously, you look out to see if Judy's car is still there, maybe she thinks you've changed your mind.

"Ok, Mom, I'll probably go to Judy's and be gone till midnight."

Suspiciously, she looks at you from head to toe, but (luckily) gives in.

"okay but please call me if something happens. Be smarter than your brother"

Your body flinches at the mention of him. "Has… he called lately?" you murmur

She looked at the floor and you thought for a moment she was going to cry. "No, but maybe if you call him, he'll answer"

You nod, but you know you won't do it.

He doesn't care about you either.

"I'm proud that you're coming along" Judy and you are walking, with beer in your arms, towards the beach where a few people have already gathered.

"I mean, that was a great show, a few people definitely noticed it"

You sigh at the unpleasant memory. "Then that's the way it is, I think a few other things are going to happen tonight, that are far more interesting than a girl with coffee on her T-shirt"

"I hope so" A mischievous smile on her face.

You look around to find lyla and malik, But because of all the people, it doesn’t really work. You were sure that there weren't that many seniors and juniors, but that a few friends of others came along. There was a big fire and even a barbecue.

After wandering around for a while, you find the two siblings. They had already made themselves comfortable on the big blanket and had taken some alcohol with them, but the bottles will probably spread over the whole beach anyway.

"Finally I see you, everything ok with you?" Malik mentions as he stands up, giving you a vigorouslyhug. "Really fucked up what happened"

You digress with a wave of your hand and sit down

"im fine, but you won, tell me abou it!" You try to make your voice as shrill as possible to make it clear that you don't want to talk about it.

“oh yeah we won, I made a touchdown, obviouly"

"almost didn’t catch it tho" throws lyla into the round and you giggle.

"Shut up, we only won our last game Ever, Because of me!”

Pride, but also the quiet pain of the loss of his team, can be noticed on his face andin his voice. The reality that you try so hard to run away from hits you again. high school is over, real life begins now.

“whatever, im getting something to drink and then im gonna tell sam to put on some music” Lyla ties you back into the moment. "I'm going with you , I need a drink of Voda-Coke"

Later that night Mr. Brightside was what got you on your feet and into the crowd.

Mesmerizingly, the fire flares higher and leaves just light trail of smoke behind. Malik and Judy are now singing along loudly with the others.

All these people who so clumsily sing the song about a heartbroken man, as if they would die if they don't do it, carry the same fate with them. They will all wake up tomorrow with a headache and worries about the next day. as it is one day closer to real life.

Some have broken families or parents, complicated friends, grief and draining fear of the future.

Knowing that it was like that but everyone was still singing along motivates you to do it too.

"Here more vodka has to work not taste good" Judy pours more vodak into your cup, but misses more than ends up in it.

Now you just laugh, because why did you thought so long about everything, this night was a good decision.

"I need to dance like I physically need to dance"

She grabs Malik's arm as he pours more beer next to her.

“let’s danceee!"

Lyla stands next to you, grinning and sober, and you both watch her.

"he likes her"

Lyla explains

"I know" you reply.

“That’s fucked up”

She looks a bit worried, as she watches the two of them dance and sing, with her arms crossed

"is that bad? or are you the "dont date my fucking brother" type of girl, please dont be by the way its always a bit-"

Your brain is mush, your tongue works on its own and Lyla obviously didn't like that

"no of course not, i don't care about him or who he dates"

The light from the fire reflected on her skin, she looked like a painting drawn at sunset and you wished you had your camera with you. It would be a shot of a very sad girl, with a lot of repressed feelings that she will never explain to a human soul.

But she didn't have to, because you understand.

You once looked at someone like that, from a distance where these looks were not visible to the person, where they were safe.

Comforting her was your first thought, dumb decision because a drunk person comforting a sober one never works out.

"I'm sure judy likes you back"

Alarm bells could be seen in her eyes.

"shut up you don't know that"

you laugh but it sounds unstable.

“No your right I don’t”

It looked like a lot of fun, everyone singing and drinking away their worries, you just wanted to join the dancing crowd when you see her. Again.

Fast an quickly, just ignore her, act like you didn’t see her.

But your eyes lock with hers and your stomach sinks.

In that moment you wish you could just admit that Ellie will always be a part of your mind. Wherever you are, with whomever, she will always appear In your mind and she will haunt you.

The worst thing is that it was also your fault, you allowed this relationship to be far too deep and perplexed even though you knew that it was becoming too emotional.

Ellie's presence on the other side of the fire, fills you with all those deeply buried feelings, as if she dug them up with her own hands. As if you told her where you buried them.

“I really don't understand you two"

with a snap you arrive back on planet earth.

"what?"

"the both of you. starring at each other, like you're about to run through fire to be just a bit closer. Makes me want to puke" lyla repeats.

Disbelief and vulnerability spreads through your chest and all those lights are too bright, the music is too loud and Ellie is too close.

"It's ok to forgive, we don't even know what happened so be honest, how bad was it?"

brushing all those feelings off, or at least trying to, you turn around and disappear into the darkness.

In a kind of trance you push your way through the many people, a few call after you, and you are sure that you have run into someone. You just didn't notice anything about it.

You stop in front of the many cars. You used to drive with your father to the local supermarket or other short distances, but you're not willing to steal a car.

Your head turns to the right then left, looking for something, anything that will take you away from here.

Cars, skateboards and bicycles.

Without thinking about it, you grab an unchained bike and get on it. The adrenaline in your veins works on its own and has far too much influence on your body.

It took some time to get stable on it, because the tears in your eyes made it difficult to see. Nobody seems to have noticed that you ran away and that you are riding a bike that doesn't belong to you.

The road was pitch black dark.

The warm summer wind wipes your tears away, the bright street lights of the city can be seen in the distance.

You step on the pedals and realize that you have arrived on the local road.

Out of breath, you press your fingers on the brake lever.

Desperately trying to get your lungs to return to normal, mind concentrate on the outline of your shadow that was visible on the floor, because of the street lanterns.

You get off the bike in silence, put it down next to you on the sidewalk and sit down.

The pumping of your veins feels like electricity.

You could still hear a few cars in the background.

You brush away strands of hair from your forehead.

“Fuck” you hear yourself whisper.

The tears were just about to come back when you hear a car turning.

She still drives Joel's old truck.

The vehicle stops in front of your feet and you notice that some of the light green paint has rusted off.

That wasn't the case the last time you saw that thing.

Ellie slams the car door loudly behind her, so she looks back to see if everything is still fine.

The feeling of shame just bubbles out of you and drips onto the floor, as she steps in front of you with even louder steps.

your head lifts up just a bit, to look at her. Her nose is a bit crooked and she's breathing just as fast as you were a few seconds ago, it looks a bit like she was running after you.

“What the fuck are you doing”

Ellie Williams will always come from the far corner of the world and remind you that you will never let go of her.

The effects of the alcohol still had an influence on your brain, so you stay calm.

“calming down"

For a few seconds it's eerily quiet, for a moment you thought Ellie had left again, but the squeaking of her sneakers prove the opposite. Her body settles down next to you.

"You look really stupid, sitting here like that."

You scoff mockingly.

"yes, that's exactly why you're sitting next to me bitch"

"don't fucki-"

"Don’t act so innocent, remember what you said today before you spilled my coffee on my shirt”

Her head turns to you, sweet regret and longing in her moss green eyes. She scans the bike next to you.

"i think i stole that" the embaressment goes up your cheeks.

"yeah totally badass, but we have to bring that back later" she chuckles softly.

The bright beam of light from the lantern above you gives her face an bright tint , like the beach sun always did in the evening.

"sorry... about the coffee, joshua ran into me and-"

"Yes, I know you've said that before"

She drops her head. No idea why she's sitting here, but you don't mind. you just wanted to capture her and keep her close to you, like a butterfly.

"your brother called me" Ellie mentions it so casually that it shocks you to the bone.

He can even call her but not you. After she just sat down, you were as close as ever.

"what did he say"

"He wants us to come visit him."

Her pupils were large, but you assumed it was because she just drove a dark route and not because she was high. She's way too lucid to be high.

"why? and why the both of us?"

Ellie shrugs her shoulders cluelessly

"He said that we would like Florida, that he was getting a new apartment next week and that we should visit him. You didn't tell him anything about me?"

"I haven't told him anything Ellie, we haven't been able to get in touch with him for months"

You can clearly see from her expression that it makes as little sense to her as it does to you, which worries you even more. something is wrong.

You can feel how your hands shaking, you tried to tell yourself that your just cold.

"Alex said that he tried to call you and your parents, but the line never got through, fuck he even reached Joel"

You continue to shake and Ellie gently grabs your shoulder like she has often before, when you were lost in your head, when you were so afraid of roller coasters that you almost vomited or when you cried because Alex moved out 3 years ago.

Ellie's own security was always an anchor for you, when things got too confusing she strengthened you and even though you didn't talk to each other for almost a year, she still decided to tell you that your brother was fine.

That he wants you with him.

Sometimes, on the particularly melancholic nights when loneliness and nostalgia take over, you read Sylvia's poems and it just clicks. That all because this girl with her hair that is way too short and her pants that are way too big and her full lips, her unhealthy obsession with the universe and planets, exists on the same time as you.

“There’s gonna be a explanation or a reason whatever but just calm down for now okay?”

her voice is suppressed but still safe. yes the Ellie Anchor effect, fuck that shit

“Okay yes your right what the fuck”

“Yeah I can be right sometimes”

“ I Doubt that”

Her lips pucker upwards and yours follow suit. you are still too close to each other, it all feels too new and yet too nostalgic.

The old patterns gave your heart a little sting, you quickly shook off her hand on your shoulder. You clear your throat, thanking the universe or whoever there is that it's night.

Otherwise Ellie wouldn't have been able to miss your red cheeks. In your mind you beat yourself up because you still feel this way after everything she did.

"Show me your phone"

Your hand goes protectively to your back trouser pocket. "um no?!"

Ellie Scoffs thinking your joking, but when she sees that you’re serious, she laughs.

"just give it? the fuck do you think im gonna do"

"I don't know"

With a little nudge to your foot, she gives you that look again that shows trust and you give in.

"fine"

It's a little painful for you, this morning you had a mental crisis because of her, now you letting her scroll through your contacts.

"yeah, sorry to disappoint you, but this is not your bros number"

But that must be his.

Your parents gave it to you.

Oh.

"show me" you said firmly, having a really fucked up scenario in your head, about why this is the wrong number.

Ellie takes out her phone and shows you your brother's contact. chats, phone calls, everything is there. the one from this week too.

"this doesn't make any sense, I just- I don't get it"

"Your parents gave you the number?"

You nod, "My mom said, a few Months ago he had to change his number, in the beginning we texted a bit but never really called"

your eyes switch from her phone to yours to check the numbers again and again .

"After a few days, he didn't get in touch at all, with no one. We thought he was just done with his old life." you pronounce the words and your stomach turns.

Ellie's eyes stare thoughtfully at the asgap in front of you. You're helplessly trying to build up eye contact to figure out what you're thinking.

"I think they lied to you… He said something like this could happen" She says it so fucking sure.

You couldn't take in any more and you get up with your eyes are watering "What the fuck are you talking about Ellie" Your voice broke with the trust in your parents, even Ellie looks at you sympathetically.

"Alex said on the phone that he has been trying to reach someone from home for a long time, but it doesn't work. He was so desperate that he even called me and joel. Do you think your parents or your mom-"

you raise your hand to tell her not to finish the sentence. "Why… would they do that?"

She gets up and comes closer to you. "He mentioned that your mother said he shouldn’t call her anymore or you anymore, that even you don't him in your life anymore"

It feels like your whole past is falling apart, all the beautiful moments with your family, you even want the bad memories back.

"Hey"

Ellie's soft fingertips gently touch the back of your hand. Roughness was still there, she hasn`t stopped playing guitar.

"lets run away"

a/n: omg, the chapters are gonna be shorter next time and we’re also on the road PLS STICK W IT

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anyways if you’ve come this far ur a real survivor thanks 🫶

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chanspetpigeon · 4 months

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I’m scared…

Niki x reader

Best friends to lovers, fluff

Wc:480

Warnings: Kiss? (Lmk if i need to add something!)

A/N: Another drabble :) ill make a masterlist tmr :D im trying to write more longer things but i have like 0 ideas pls send requests haha

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Your eyes scan the dark room you’re trying to sleep in. You stare at all the creepy silhouettes created by your best friend’s clothing scattered all over the room. You bury yourself deeper into the sheets, eyes squeezing closed.

“You ok?” Riki whispers behind you. You startle at the sudden noise.

“Yeah… ‘m okay…” you whisper back.

“You’re hogging the blanket again…” Riki turns to you and yanks the blanket off of you.

“Rikiiiii… Stop it!” you whine, trying to get under the blanket again.

“C’mon. It’s my blanket! I decide who gets it!” Riki argues back at you, chuckling at your feeble attempts of trying to get the blanket back. You can make out his teasing smile through the endless darkness of the night.

You roll your eyes and turn back around, laying in a fetal position trying to warm yourself back up.

“Hey… I’m sorry, come here,” Riki lays the blanket over your curled up body, laying closer to you.

You peek over your shoulder at him, you can’t resist his sweet smile, so you turn back around draping your arm around his waist.

“I can’t sleep, Riki…” you whisper against his chest. “I’m scared…” you continue.

“Why? What’s scaring you?” Riki asks you, running his hand slowly through your hair.

“I’m just scared of the dark…” you confess, lowering your gaze to his chest, embarrassed to still have such childish fears at your age.

Riki chuckles, petting the top of your head gently.

“What's so scary about it?” Riki asks

“All your clothes everywhere… They look like monsters lurking in the dark…” you whisper even more embarrassed now.

“Mmm… Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll protect you from all the monsters lurking in the dark,” he joked, his hand cupping your cheek, forcing you to look up at his face.

Your cheeks start to heat up at the intense eye contact.

“Seriously, I will,” he further exclaimed.

“T-thanks, Riki…” you say with a sheepish smile on your face.

A comforting silence falls between you two, Riki’s hand still on your cheek, slowly swiping his thumb across it.

“Try and get some sleep now,” Riki whispers to you.

His voice brings you back to reality from wherever your thoughts were wandering off to.

“Yeah…” you quietly say, laying your head onto Riki’s soft pillows and closing your eyes.

“Goodnight, I love you,” the words slip from your lips automatically, used to saying it to your parents before going to bed. As soon as you register what you had just said, you tense up.

Riki chuckles lowly, “I love you too, Y/N,” he says back.

You open your eyes, looking back up at Riki.

He was already staring at you, a goofy smile on his face. He slowly leans down to press a chaste kiss onto your lips.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he says before turning around, leaving you stunned, staring up at the ceiling, processing what just happened.

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A/N: hope u like it haha ik its not the best but im just trynna post stuff :)

#niki x reader #enhypen #niki nishimura #nishimura niki #niki nishimura x reader #nishimura riki #riki nishimura #ni-ki x reader #ni ki enhypen #niki enhypen #ni-ki enhypen #ni ki x reader #niki fluff #nishimura riki fluff #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki #enhypen niki x reader #Pigeon— Writing

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 10 months

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Can you post more for conrad fisher?

Request: Snow on the beach for Conrad pls?

Who has watched the first three episodes? I was waiting and refreshing my tv until it was time XD Also, don't forget to get on my taglists to get notified when I post something new! I have a lot of Conrad and Jeremiah in my draft

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Per Susannah’s wish, you all came down to Cousins to celebrate her last thanksgiving. The emotions were heavy, but Susannah wouldn’t allow anyone to be sad — not even for one second. She knew the tears and sorrowful faces would take over very soon, so she wanted to have one last happy celebration with everyone at the beach house.

Being at the Fishers’ beach house outside of summer felt strange. The pool was a nasty green shade and the sun wasn’t shining all over the back porch. A thicker coat was shielding you from the late November chill, along with a scarf you had crocheted yourself. Steven loved to tease you and call you a grandma for crocheting, but he was always appreciative when you would make something for him.

After dinner, Conrad and you went down to the beach. Unlike the last time, a pair of boots and a coat replaced your summer attires.

You’ve always loved the beach — especially this beach.

The beach you grew up running to the water with Jeremiah, Steven, Conrad and Belly every summer, with your mother reminding you to put sunscreen on every few hours so you wouldn’t end up looking like a lobster. The beach Conrad taught you how to surf even if you were terrible at it. The beach you and Jeremiah buried Belly in the sand one summer. The beach you went to at night when you couldn’t sleep or had too much on your mind. The beach you and Conrad shared your first kiss.

‘’It’s snowing,’’ Conrad pointed out, drawing your attention and pulling you out of your thoughts.

You looked up at the evening sky, seeing a spectacle of white flecks of snow coming down with no sound and all around. It was beautiful, yet felt impossible. Just like Conrad wanting you. A smile curled on your lips, marveling at the sight. ‘’It's weird but so beautiful at the same time.’’

Conrad came behind you, his arms circling you in his hold. A soft hum of agreement escaped his lips, perfectly attuned to the moment. You leaned back against him, both of you standing in awe of the snowfall.

To immortalize the moment, you pulled out your phone and Conrad kissed your cheek as you snapped a picture. The snow was only slightly visible on the screen, but you knew it was there. Maybe you’ll add it to your Thanksgiving carousel on Instagram…or maybe you’ll keep it to yourself.

Despite bundling up in additional layers, the crispness of the air still penetrated through your clothes, reminding you of the chill that accompanied the enchanting scene. You shivered, the night air slowly icing your fingers. Gloves felt too much, but now you were regretting not taking some with you to Cousins.

‘’You cold?’’ Conrad asked, taking your hands in his to warm them. Though his hands were slightly chilled as well, they felt warm over yours. ‘’Here. I’ll warm you up.’’

Appreciating his thoughtful gesture, you smiled up at him, the heat transferring from his palms to yours.

You long felt guilty for taking something — someone — your sister had always wanted, but Belly was not blind. She saw the way Conrad looked at you, the smiles he kept just for you, and all the attention he always gave you. How he made you his priority — always. She wanted someone to love her like that. Someone who was cold-hearted with everybody else, but never with her. Someone who showed his feelings through small gestures and soft spoken confessions instead of going all Patrick Verona during his promposal to Kat.

‘’I love you, Conrad Fisher,’’ you whispered to him, enveloped by the quiet intimacy of the beach. ‘’You're the best thing that's ever been mine.’’

As the words left your lips, Conrad's curled into a soft smile. They were rare these days, but there was always one for you, even if it was small.

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jasmines-library · 4 months

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Can you do a Winchester sister fic where she’s overworking herself and the boys are worried and notice her deteriorating but she keeps brushing them off until eventually she passes out on a hunt and won’t wake up and the brothers are protective and very worried

Sleep Is For The Weak

warnings: overworking, exhaustion, fainting/collapse. Pls remember to get sleep and look after yourself lovely :)

Word count: 1.7K

⛤ SPN MASTERLIST ⛤

“Y/N?” Sam blinked at you bleary eyed, staring at you from where he was leaning on the doorframe. You were sitting slumped over your laptop in the library, surrounded by a collection of books that you had scattered around the table and a cold cup of half drank coffee that you were using to try to force yourself awake. Your eyes were drooping closed as you squinted at the screen before you. You had spent the last two nights desperately trying to finish your college assignment that a last minute hunt meant you were behind on, only giving yourself a few hours of rest before starting up again.

Sam took a heavy step toward you rubbing his eyes. He was struggling to get to sleep and so had decided to grab himself a glass of water when he saw the light coming from the library. “Why are you still up?”

You didn’t even glance up at him as you continued to type away, pressing your fingers mindlessly onto the little black keys on your laptop. “Hi Sammy. I need to finish this assignment.”

“Kiddo-” He shook his head. It’s late and this isn’t healthy. You need to sleep.” Sam told you, gripping your shoulders.

You shrugged him off by rolling your shoulders. “Soon. I need to finish this.”

“Y/N.”

“Sam.”

Your brother sighed, rolling his eyes and raising his hands in surrender. “Fine. But don’t blame me if you’re tired tomorrow.”

He turned, leaving you alone to return to your essay. You could hear him shuffling around in the kitchen for a few minutes before his footsteps retreated back down the hallway and you were left in silence again to tap away on the keyboard.

You dragged your feet in slowly through the door to the bunker. After hanging up your jacket and your bag, you hauled yourself down the stairs and made a beeline for the kitchen to pour yourself a cup of coffee. The day had been extremely long; one of those days where everytime you look at the clock it feels like the minute hand has jumped backwards. Running on nearly no sleep hadn’t helped you much at all and you had been running completely on caffeine to keep your head from hitting the desk during class.

As you shuffled into the kitchen and began to fumble around with the coffee maker, you heard Dean gruffly announce his presence by accidentally sending a pot hurtling across the floor and cursing loudly. You winched at the nose.

“You alright there Sweetheart?” He asked, noting your slumped shoulders and droopy eyes. “How was school? Did your assignment go okay?”

You shrugged as you poured the coffee into the mug nearly missing it completely. “It was fine. Got an A on my assignment.”

“That great kiddo, I’m really proud of you.”

“Thank you Dean.”

“You sure you’re okay?” Your older brother frowned at you.

“Just tired.”

“I told you.” Sam jested as he entered the kitchen.

“Whatever.”

Dean looked between his two siblings “What’s going on?”

“Y/N stayed up all night writing that essay. And the night before that.”

“Seriously?” He cocked an eyebrow and gave you that look.

“Yes. It needed to be done and I’ve been busy.” You told him. “Besides, I’ll sleep extra well tonight.”

“Make sure you do, kiddo.”

You gave him a reassuring look before leaving the kitchen with your mug gripped in your hands.

“Rest. Y/N.” Dean called after you, and you rolled your eyes.

“I will.”

It was a lie. You knew that, but your brothers didn’t. You still had too much to do in such a short time. You were behind on lore and training because you had been prepping for your assignment. Only after you had caught up would you allow yourself to rest.

You made your way into the shooting range with your pistol in hand. The room was large enough to practise basic sparring and hand to hand combat as well as gun training. Your brothers had equipped the room with sparring mats, punching bags and dummies along with some other equipment that they used for weight training, so the room was more of a gym than a shooting range if you were going to be completely honest.

After spending some time catching up on your basic training and working on some new techniques that you had discovered whilst rooting around the Men of Letters archives you moved on to shooting. You took a swig of your water and wiped the sheen of sweat from your brow before picking up your gun firing relentlessly at the target until you hit the centre enough times that you were satisfied. By the time you were done your hands were trembling ever so slightly as you checked your clock and cursed. It was much later than you thought: it had crept into the early hours of the morning and you knew you would have to be up soon. So, after jumping in the shower you retired to your room to try and get a few short hours in.

You were woken up much earlier than you had hoped you would be. Your brothers had never been that subtle, no matter how hard they tried to be. To your ears anyway, you supposed spending so much time with them would do that to you.

Groggily pulling yourself up, you cracked open the door to see your two brothers sneaking down the hallway with their duffel bags slung over their shoulders.

“Dean?” You asked, sleep still very evident in your voice. It matched perfectly with the dark bags that hung under your eyes.

Dean froze, scrunching his face up before turning and facing you. “Hey Sweetheart…”

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere.” Dean said automatically trying to ignore the fact that you had caught him.

“Dean.”

“Jody called. Sam and I are going to help her with a hunt.” He admitted, shifting his bag to his other shoulder. The contents rattled and you knew that it was filled with a concoction of weapons.

“And you were just going to leave me here?”

“It’s not far. We were going to be back before lunch. Maybe even before you woke up.”

You stared at him and Sam, hurt.

“I’m coming.” You turned on your heel to grab the bag you kept under your bed for hunts.

You didn’t get far before Dean stopped you. “No you’re not. You need to sleep Y/N. You look like hell.”

“Wow. Thank you, Dean.”

“You know what I meant.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No-”

“Dean.” Sam shook his head, looking at your stubborn expression that you were using to try and hide the fact that you were pissed that they were trying to leave you. He nearly second guessed himself when he took in how tired you looked, but he couldn’t leave you on your own again. “Just let her come.”

The eldest Winchester sighed. “Fine. You have five minutes to meet us in the car or we’re leaving without you.”

You were tired. And not just the ‘I haven’t slept more than eight hours total in the last three days’ kind of tired. The kind of tired where all of your muscles ache and your legs feel like jelly, where your vision swarms and your head pounds, wracked with an increasing nausea induced headache. The kind of tired where simply breathing makes your chest hurt and drains all of your energy. By the time the hunt was done you could barely hold the machete in your trembling hands.

Jody had called Sam and Dean to help her hunt a nest of vampires that seemed to be much larger than usual; around 15 vamps and counting. She had stumbled upon it accidentally and with Claire out of state, she felt she needed the help of you and your brothers. Luckily you had reached her in time, but the fight was tiresome and gruesome, and the four of you barely made it away unscathed for the most part. But you were oh so tired…

Swaying on your feet, you blinked away your blurry vision, clutching onto the doorframe of the house to keep yourself upright. Sam had tried to get you to sleep in the car, but with the rough terrain you struggled to drift off and oh boy was it getting to you now. You were surprised your body was even still functioning at this point.

“Y/n/n?” Sam asked, stricken with concern. “You okay?”

“Yeah…” You tried to brush him off, letting go of the wall and taking a step forward “I just need to-”

Your legs gave out completely and you crumpled to the floor, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Y/N!” Dean skidded to your side. “Y/N?!” He shook your shoulders. “Sam!”

Sam patted you lightly on your cheek. “Y/N. Wake up.”

You didn’t move. Didn’t even stir an inch.

“She should be awake by now.”

A quiet voice was barely audible from somewhere in the room. You opened your eyes a peak; just enough to make out two tall figures standing across the room. Your body felt like it had been tossed in the air and then run over by a truck, though you felt less groggy than you remember feeling when-

“Give her time, Dean. Her body was completely exhausted. She needs to rest.”

“She’s been asleep for days, Sam. How much longer is ‘time’?”

You groaned. “Would you two just shut up for two minutes?”

“Y/n?!” Dean moved to the side of your bed joined by his little brother. You smiled tiredly at him, noting the way his stubble seemed to be more unkempt than usual and he had bags under his eyes.

“Hi boys.”

Sammy let out a sigh of relief. “You had us so worried, Kid.”

“Sorry…”

“You gotta take care of yourself, sweetheart.”

That made you laugh a little. “Take your own advice, Winchester.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Touche.”

“But seriously, kiddo.” Sam interjected, wrapping you up in his arms. “You come first, alright. You matter to us more than grades and hunting. When you passed out- the thought of losing you isn’t something we ever want to think about. So you gotta promise that you’ll look after yourself for us.”

“Okay.” You nodded.

“Promise?” Dean stuck out his pinky finger with a childish grin.

You interlocked yours with his. “Promise.”

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lambertdiary · 9 months

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Under The Influence

A/N: Hey! So this is was requested originally to @fluentmoviequoter: "Hii I'm utterly in love with your writing and I have a request for dalton ♡♡ basically he tries weed for the first time because he heard it help with sleeping sometimes. But he had too much and doesn't understand how he feels so he calls reader and is rambling on the phone then actually tells the reader he had weed and he wants company because he hates being alone. And then he just basically is like touch starved and is asking reader to play with his hair, hold him, play with his hands, and then he just ends up confessing his feeling for reader. If any of that makes sense 😘😘😘" unfortunately, they don't take this type of requests but when i read this i was absolutely obsessed with the idea so i knew i had to write it! i’ve never done weed so i’m sorry if this is not accurate. also i downloaded the entire movie just to get this gif, it was totally worth it. anyway pls let me know what you think!

Word count: 2.1+

Warnings: drug use, language

MASTERLIST ✩ SEND ME A REQUEST

Dalton wasn’t the type to draw on drug use at all, but the sleepless nights were getting to him. The stress of school, his social life and the basics of keeping himself alive were enough, he didn’t wanna deal with constant weariness on top of all of that.

A few days prior, he overheard a few of his classmates talking about smoking weed before going to bed, they said it helped them relax or sleep better so as soon as he went back to his dorm he did a little research. Turns out they were right.

He couldn't stop thinking about it, especially at night when he couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep, not for a long period of time anyway. His problem was so bad he saw it as a success if he slept for two hours, so he knew he needed to consider his options. And right now, he was straight up curious to try a little pot.

He didn’t know how or where to get it, but he knew someone who did.

“Come on, Chris, just this one time” He begged, putting his hands together and giving her his best puppy eyes.

“Ugh, fine” She replied annoyed “But don’t be weird about it”

“I won’t, I promise” Dalton watched excitedly as Chris pulled out her phone and sent out a text.

“What are you gonna do anyway? Paint something on acid?”

“No, just sleep” He simply said.

Chris looked at Dalton again, visibly confused “What? That’s how you’re gonna waste it?”

“No, I’m not gonna waste it, I just heard it helps with sleep so I wanna give it a try” Dalton explained almost offended, scratching his neck nervously as Chris stared at him.

“Right” She replied slowly “Do you have a pipe or something to smoke with?”

Dalton’s eyes wandered around his room “No” He didn’t really think about the preparation process.

“Well, get one” She snapped “Or I guess I can lend you one of mine if I can get your stuff for tonight”

“Tonight?” He blurted out in surprise.

“Yeah, it’s not like you asked for world peace here, relax” She stood up and started to walk out of Dalton’s dorm “I’ll let you know later though, don’t miss me too much” She said before closing the door.

Dalton pulled out his laptop and started watching videos on how to use the smoking device and other basics on how to do it for the first time. It didn’t seem too crazy, definitely nothing special, it was for a reasonable purpose anyway.

The hours went by and he kept himself busy with school work, but that didn’t stop him from checking his phone every five minutes, hoping to see Chris’ name on the screen. Nothing yet, but maybe it was for the best.

It was now nighttime and as he got a hold of his phone, he was about to text his friend asking for an update, maybe he was still on time to cancel his unusual request, but before he could open their chat he heard the door swing open.

Dalton jumped and rolled his eyes “I thought we talked about using that key…”

“Hey! Be nice, I got you a present” She squeaked, pulling a little bag out of the pocket of her hoodie.

Dalton didn’t know how to react, he thought he was excited but now he was having doubts “I… thank- thank you” He stammered.

“Are you okay? You don’t seem thrilled about the weed you practically begged for” Chris sat on the free bed across from Dalton.

“No, I am. I’m just a little nervous, I guess” He replied, brushing his feelings off with a chuckle. He took the bag from Chris’ hand and examined it.

“You'll be okay” She dropped a few more things on Dalton’s hands, a pipe and a lighter “Now, you are gonna need these, after grinding it-”

“I know how to do it”

“Ooh… I’m impressed” Chris teased and Dalton rolled his eyes again “Well, I hope the tutorial you found is good cause I’m gonna need these back” Standing up, she walked towards the door “Now if you excuse me, I have a bag of my own that’s not gonna go to waste” She turned around to give Dalton one last look “Go crazy, but don’t be stupid”

“Thank you!” He yelled before Chris shut the door behind her.

He went back to the video and did exactly as the guy explained. After having the grounds ready he thought about the possible outcomes, but honestly getting a full night of sleep didn’t sound so bad. Unsure on how much he should smoke, he poured the contents of the bag and packed the pipe, carefully so as to not drop anything. He held it for a moment, debating whether or not he should actually do it.

‘Fuck it’ He though to himself before grabbing the pink lighter.

He brought the pipe up to his lips and applied the flame to the end of the bowl, inhaling like in the video. He coughed after the first time, but he kept doing it, the coughs decreasing with each puff. He did it one last time and he felt… nothing, really. Was he doing it wrong? Was he scammed? He decided to give it another puff just to make sure. Still nothing.

Defeated, he dropped everything on his desk and proceeded with his bedtime routine. Grabbing his essentials for a shower, he stepped out of his room and into the communal showers. He wanted to take his time but the lack of privacy made it impossible for him to relax, so he quickly did his thing and after he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stared at himself in the mirror. Did he always feel this nauseous after a shower?

“Hey, how is it going?” Some random dude greeted him as he entered the room.

‘Oh no, does he know I just smoked something?’ Without saying a word, he swiftly walked back to his dorm, feeling the judgy eyes on him. Opening the door he noticed the smell of his room, it was so strong he was worried the entire building knew about this. He opened a window to ventilate the space but when a random headache hit him, he closed it again. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling, feeling anxious. What if this was his last day on earth and he was just alone in his room?

Dalton: Hey, are you up?

Dalton texted one of his friends, Y/N. If there was someone he needed to see before dying it was her. He kept his eyes on his screen as he waited for a reply. After a minute of not getting one he grew impatient and hit the call button instead.

“Hello?”

“Did I wake you?”

“No, don't worry, I’m doing some last minute homework, you know how it is” Y/N chuckled, putting her pen down for a moment.

“Right” Dalton replied in a whisper.

“Why? What’s up?” Y/N stood up and stretched her legs, she had been sitting there for a while and her body was aching.

“I… have a situation”

“Is everything ok?” She sounded a little worried.

“I’m okay…” He stopped for a moment, not sure if he wanted her to know what he had done, honestly he just wanted to see her.

“What is it then?” She insisted.

“Promise me you won't laugh” Dalton sat up and he felt himself get dizzy again.

“Dalton, just tell me”

“I had a little bit of weed” He finally admitted.

“What?” Y/N was in pure shock, she never thought of Dalton as a stoner.

“It's not what you think, I heard it helps with sleeping and you know my situation, uh- when it comes to that so-”

“So you had weed on a school night?” She interrupted him.

“Y/N-”

“Sorry, uh- are you okay?” She tried to be supportive but it was hard when she had so many questions.

“Come over”

“Right now?”

“Please”

“Um- I don't know…” She hesitated looking back at her unfinished homework.

“What if I die tonight? You would feel really guilty you didn’t come over” Dalton heard Y/N sigh on the other line and he knew for a fact she was rolling her eyes.

After a moment of silence, Y/N finally agreed “Fine, but don’t die” She hung up and grabbed a few things before leaving her dorm. It was a really short walk and she didn’t think she would stay there for too long.

When Dalton heard the confirmation from Y/N, he quickly stood up and looked through his drawers, trying to find something to wear. He was feeling hot (even though he just took a cold shower) so he decided on a tank top and shorts. His head was still spinning and unfortunately lost his balance as he finished getting dressed, but immediately got back on his feet when he heard the door.

Knocking a couple of times, she heard the loud thud coming from inside, followed by steps getting closer to the door.

“Thank you for coming” Dalton said as he opened the door.

“Are you ok-” She was interrupted by Dalton’s embrace “Oh”

They closed the door after fully entering the dorm and Y/N took Dalton’s hand, dragging him across the room to make him sit on the bed “Jesus dude, open a fucking window, I could smell this from the entrance” She joked as she struggled to open it.

“You could?” Dalton’s eyes widened and Y/N suppressed a grin, something in the softness of his voice made her heart skip a beat, completely oblivious to her own feelings.

“How much did you have?” She then examined his desk, looking at the empty bag and the mess of burned grounds around the pipe.

“Like, the whole thing”

Y/N turned her head to look at him again “You’re kidding”

“What?” He anxiously asked.

“Dalton, you smoked this entire bag?”

“Was I not supposed to?”

“Dude-”

“Chris didn’t say anything about how much I should have so-”

“Chris gave you the weed?”

“Well… yeah, but I asked for it”

“And I take it you’ve never done this before” Dalton shook his head slowly, reaching for Y/N and taking her hand forcing her get closer, he opened his legs so that Y/N could comfortably stand between them, and as Dalton embraced her again, Y/N’s hands went to his wet hair and started brushing it with her fingers.

“I’m not feeling very good” He whispered against her.

“Yeah, I bet” She then grabbed Dalton’s head and made him look up at her, keeping her hands on the sides of his head “But you’re not gonna die, this is gonna wear off, you just have to give it time”

“Alright” Y/N chuckled at how Dalton looked like a lost puppy “I wanna lay down”

Y/N climbed on Dalton’s bed and positioned her back against the wall, helping Dalton get comfortable as he softly collapsed on her lap “So, who told you to try weed before bed?”

“No one, I heard some kids talking about it in class” He explained, closing his eyes “I didn’t want this to happen, I just- I wanted to actually sleep through the night and not feel like I was a walking corpse the next day… Well, now I would prefer that, weed does NOT make me feel relaxed at all”

Y/N smiled again. She never would’ve thought someone’s rambling could be so… endearing “I can see that, next time try to take it slow”

“Nuh uh, I’m never doing this again” He stated, using a firm tone.

Her eyes looked down at him with affection, stroking his soft hair as he rested his own eyes. And despite what he just said, he looked peaceful for the first time in a while.

“Y/N” He said softly, blinking his blue eyes open and looking at her. Whatever kind of effect he was on at that moment, he knew for sure it wasn’t from the weed.

“Mhm” Y/N hummed, smiling down at him.

“Y/N” He repeated, slower. He lifted his hand and it landed on her cheek, bringing his thumb up and down as he brushed her soft skin. She panicked as she realized what he was about to do.

He opened his mouth again, but before he could say anything Y/N quickly stopped him “If you’re going to confess something, I would very much prefer you didn’t do it under the influence of weed”

His face turned red and he closed his eyes to try to hide the embarrassment “As you wish”

#i know that’s not dalton but…#that’s as close as it gets #dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fic #insidious #insidious the red door #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert fluff #ty simpkins #dalton lambert imagines #insidious 5

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sunshineting · 1 year

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⭐︎two sides of the same fucked up coin pt2⭐︎ pt1

toxic!eren x toxic!reader

word count- 1563

summary- after you get your lick back, eren decides to show up at your house 😈

here’s pt 2 guys! :D hope you like it ♡

minors DNI PLS

Not even an hour had passed before you heard banging on your front door. Looks like Mr Jaeger got your pictures. You take your sweet time sauntering to the door. As soon as you open it, Eren bursts in with murder in his eyes.

“Where is he?!” He growls. His long hair looks a mess and his usually vibrant emerald eyes look tired.

“Where’s who?” You feign ignorance. Eren goes around the apartment looking for your one-time lover. He comes back to you in the kitchen after searching your bedroom and en-suite bathroom. He gets mere millimeters in front of you, chests touching, towering over you. You instinctively take a step back and tighten your robe. You didn’t need him finding out that you had nothing on up under it; you’d showered just before he came banging on your door.

“My fucking boss, Y/N? I fucked up one time and you fuck my boss?” Eren seethes. You take a sip of the tea you had prepared before he arrived.

“I sure did. You fucked that thirsty ass, red scarf wearing ass, split end having ass BITCH. My number one opp, the bitch that’s been hating on our relationship since day fucking one. You went low, so I took it to hell!” Your voice raises with each word. The two of you spend a moment in silence, looking in each other’s eyes. The both of you sigh.

“Why do you look so tired?” You question. Eren raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t act surprised. You know I can’t sleep without you,” he says, voice full of hurt.

“Yeah, well, I’ve barely been eating. So I guess we’re both fucked up,” you mumble.

“Two sides of the same fucked up coin, huh?” Eren quips. He wraps his arms around you and for the first time in a week, everything feels right. You embrace him back and lay your head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat calms you. Eren rests his head on top of yours. You stay like this for a while, just holding each other. That is, until you feel something hard start to press against you.

“Are you getting hard right now?”

“It’s cuz I love your lil dumb ass,” he says in a duh voice, “And I missed you.”

A smile creeps onto your face. “I guess I missed you, too, or whatever.”

Eren takes your throat and squeezes, just how you like. “You’re so mean. You better have missed me,” he says as you continue grinning up at him.

Eren still has you by throat as he leans down to kiss you. His tongue almost immediately enters your mouth, claiming dominance. You let him lead for now. Your hand finds its way to his bulge, long and hard. You stroke him up and down as he continues kissing you. The ferocity of his kiss sends heat straight to your cunt. No one has ever lit a fire in you the way Eren does. You pull away from his lips only for a moment to take him to the couch.

“Take your pants off,” you order him.

“Who put you in charge?” Eren asks with his brow furrowed.

“I’m still kinda mad at you, so you better do what I say.”

“I’ll give you ten minutes of this little dominatrix thing you got goin on. After that, your lil ass is mine.”

True to his word, Eren submits to you and removes his clothes before sitting on the couch. His cock looks so angry, just like him. It’s so long, laying hard and tall against his stomach. The vein you love so much is showing along his shaft and his balls just look so full. You kneel down before him, taking in the sight of him. Licking a looong stripe along his shaft, you feel him shudder. You take Eren’s tip in your mouth, suckling it. Eren reaches to grip your hair, but as soon as he does, you stop sucking.

“I didn’t tell you to grab my hair.”

Eren groans in frustration and rolls his eyes but still removes his hand. You go back to sucking him, taking him inch by inch until your nose is almost touching his pelvis. You massage his balls just the way he likes and feel him jerk his hips. You come up for air with a smile.

“Permission to speak?” Eren pants.

“Granted.”

“You suck my cock so fuckin good.”

The praise goes straight to your clit. You allow it to go to your clit but you can’t let it get to your head. This is no time for you to be his good little submissive. With his cock still glistening from your spit, you ease yourself into him. Eren just fills you like no other could. Even in this position, you feel him hit your cervix. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain that only he gives you.

“You feel how wet I am for you? Grab my hips.” Your pussy is soaked, dripping down the sides of him. His cock glides in and out of you easily as you bounce on him. Eren grips your hips tightly. You bring one hand to his throat and squeeze. He made it seem so easy when he did it to you. His neck feels so thick under your small hand.

“Your cock is all fucking mine. You’re mine,” you moan, “you cheat on me again and I’ll kill you.”

Eren gets all riled up hearing you be so possessive. He can’t wait to fill you with his cum.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. Your pussy sucks him in so good; it’s so warm and inviting. With one hand on his throat, you take your other hand and rub circles on your clit. Your cream coats your fingertips. Your orgasm builds and builds; you’re so caught up in chasing your high that you don’t notice Eren checking the clock on the wall. With your hips still in his hands, Eren pulls you off his cock and ruins your orgasm.

“What—?” You start.

“Times up, baby,” he smirks, “aww were you getting close? I could feel your little pussy milking me tighter.”

“You’re evil,” you whine.

“Awww,” he fake pouts. Eren picks you up and walks you to your bed. Being thrown on your bed surprises you, but turns you on even more. You love when he gets aggressive with you. He grips your ankles and pulls you close to him. You watch as he trails his fingers along your slit and brings them to his mouth.

“Flip over.”

You do as you’re told, getting on your knees and forearms. The fat head of his cock smears your slick along your folds. He massages your clit with his tip making you whimper.

“Erennnn!” You’re so desperate to cum at this point. Eren takes his precious time easing his full length inside you. Once he’s in, he delivers a swift slap to your ass cheek. A broken moan escapes your throat and you tighten around him.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours,” you cry.

“And you gave it away,” he says as he smacks your ass again.

“I’m sorry!”

“You’re sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry, daddy!” You’re a mess. Both your eyes and your pussy are crying for him. One last slap to your ass and Eren pounds into your gummy walls. You lay there and take it like a good girl, loving the feeling of him slamming into you.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls.

You don’t notice Eren sticking his thumb in his mouth, but you feel it when it presses against your other hole.

“E-Eren? Where you goin?” Your voice is small. Typically, he never touched your asshole unless the both of you were drunk.

“It’s okay mama I got you. Just trust me,” he says in that low husky voice that makes you melt. You nod your head and prepare yourself. It feels odd at first but once he’s in there, he’s in there. His thumb starts working in tandem with his cock and soon you’re creaming even more. It’s dripping out of you and down his balls, coating his cock entirely.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer with you sucking me in like this,” Eren grunts.

“Fill me up please I need your cum in my little pussy daddy please!” The sounds you’re making sound like heaven’s bells to Eren’s ears. He wonders if you made similar sounds with his boss. The thought of anyone else hearing you like this, seeing you like this infuriates him. He pounds harder into you, his balls slapping your clit. Eren can feel your walls fluttering and tightening around him. Your tightest hole squeezes his thumb even harder than before. Feeling you fall apart around him brings his orgasm crashing over him. He fills you to the brim with his cum and stays inside until he softens. Your legs eventually give out and you lay flat on your tummy.

Eren removes his thumb and slides his now softer cock out. You feel him push back in the seed that dribbles out of your cunt.

“Can’t have you wasting it,” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

A moment passes in which you lay limp on your bed.

“So.. we good?” Eren asks with a smirk.

“Go to hell,” you chuckle breathlessly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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milfjuulpod · 1 year

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summary: after a bad morning, you found comfort in Melissa in the break room. Unbeknownst to the two of you, your coworkers began to pile in, watching the scene unravel in front of them. (req: yes) warnings: none

a/n: guess who’s back 🤡 thank you for sending this request in! my requests are open, so if anyone would like to send more or just chat, pls do :) KISSES!! 🩶🐈‍⬛

The morning was rough. You woke up late, without Melissa. The night before you had decided to stay home and sleep in your own bed, alone. It was the first time you had slept without her in…you couldn’t even remember how long. So, not only was it hard to fall asleep, it caused you to wake up late, and you didn’t have your girlfriend to help calm you down. What a start to the day, you thought to yourself as you rushed off to work.

Late as you were, you didn’t exactly have time to stop by the break room, you walked into your classroom just as the bell was ringing. It seemed like your energy rubbed off on the kids, by lunch time every one of your students were as scatterbrained as you. Nonetheless, you grouped everyone together and made a beeline to the break room immediately after dropping off your students. You figured you would be the first to arrive, but thankfully you were wrong.

Melissa sat curled up in a chair at the front of the room, her feet resting on the table, and a book in hand. You didn’t say anything to her as you walked over, feeling like you couldn’t speak just yet. Instead, you practically threw your body into her lap, hoping she would catch you. Of course she did, and she quickly wrapped her arms around your body. “Well hello you.”

“Hi Mel,” you sighed into her, “I miss you.” Melissa gently rubbed your arm with her thumb and she tightened her grip around you. The smell of her perfume and shampoo were already calming you down. “I missed you too hon, is everything alright? You seem upset, I gotta make a phone call?” She joked, but she knew something was wrong. “No, no. Just a frustrating day so far. I slept awfully last night and it’s just been a snowball of mishaps since then,” you said. The urge to laugh came over you, so defeated and exhausted from the day already.

“Well, today is halfway over my love, you’ve already gotten this far. And, tell ya what, I’ll come over as soon as I finish everything up here and make you whatever you want tonight,” Melissa ended her offering with a kiss to your temple. “You’ll be alright hon.” She squeezed your arm to tell you to get up, nervous about the time. The both of you realized where you were and what time it was once the two of you were up from the chair and were greeted with the shocked faces of many of your coworkers. “Fuck.” You muttered under your breath. Melissa stepped closer to your side and gave you a worried look. Pretty early on you were ready to tell the usual group at Abbott about the newfound romance between you and Melissa, but she wasn’t. She had her reasons, and you were fine with waiting to share.

This, however, is not what either of you had in mind—You being absolutely coddled by the most standoffish teacher in the building (in her lap, no less), was not something anybody else thought they were going to see today either. Gregory and Ava both had wide eyes, Janine and Jacob could not stop smiling and exchanging glances with each other, and Barbara had a knowing smirk. Although you were almost positive she didn’t know. Melissa would’ve told you had she let Barbara know about the relationship, right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Ava, “So, either one of y’all wanna explain what that was? Like, at all?” Briefly, you looked at Melissa, who was already staring right back. Instinctively, you stood behind her, fear overriding your system. You were panicking, was she going to lie? Would she finally tell everyone the truth? Was she going to break up with you after? Luckily, the older woman started to speak and eased your worries.

“Well, cat’s outta the bag I guess.” Was all that came from Melissa’s mouth. Assuming she didn’t want to come clean just yet, you tried to come up with an excuse. “That was my fault, Melissa doesn’t-we aren’t-“

“Yes, we are,” She interrupted you, taking your hand in hers and pulling you back next to her side. “We have, been together that is, for a few months now. Sorry we didn’t tell ya, I didn’t want to,” Melissa continued, her cheeks reddening with every word. But the way she turned to look at you and squeezed your hand at the end of her little love confession made all the fear and anxiety melt away, like it always did.

Barbara was the first to congratulate, “Well we are happy for the two of you,” she exclaimed, like an excited child. “Yeah, and thank god too. I was gettin’ tired watching Melissa stare across the room like she wants to eat you alive,” Ava interrupted. She gestured her fork at you she ended her sentence, and now it was your turn to blush.

A wave of relief washed over Melissa, she wasn’t sure why she was nervous to come out to everyone, she knew there wouldn’t be a problem. Maybe it was the vulnerability, but now she was happy she finally bit the bullet. “And now,” Melissa pulled you again, this time into her arms, “I can finally do this without havin’ to worry.” She planted a kiss to your temple, earning half ‘awwws’ and half ‘ughhhs’ from the room.

Every day after that, you and Melissa sat together at lunch, drove to work together, everything, without having to hide. You saw a new side of Melissa, as she began to feel comfortable with herself around her friends. She would kiss you at the end of lunch, stop by your room more often, it was like she couldn’t get enough of you. And of course, you returned the favor. Stopping by to watch her teach, bringing her little gifts in front of everyone.

Abbott became a very loving and comfortable place after that day, what started as a bad morning ended up being better than you or Melissa could ever imagine.

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Hi can I request a Jake sully imagine with his female mate where she sees him busy working in their home but she is very cold and tries to keep herself warm with blankets to go to sleep but she can’t and she keeps looking at him to see if he’ll be done soon and he eventually notices and jumps at the chance to cuddle with her nuzzling into her neck holding her tightly not wanting to let her go and kisses her a lot and tickles her making her laugh? Thanks 😊

pairing — jake sully x fem!reader

genre — fluff, teensy bit of angst

warnings — one swear word, shitty writing(if there’s anything else pls tell me🫶)

wc — 1.5k

a/n — this is so late im so sorry 😭😭 my time management is absolute ass(as you can probably tell😻) i also changed up a couple things (im so sorry if you dont like it, i’ll actually rewrite it if you want💀)

You keep on twisting and turning, feeling cold but you could tell you were burning up as there were beads of sweat rolling down your body. You groan lowly and slowly sit up in your bed, shivering and looking around for your mate with bleary eyes. You spot Jake sitting in the middle of your shared hut sharpening his dagger. He was humming a strange tune, it reminded you of one of the human songs he had shown you in the lab a few days ago. You went to call out to him but suddenly stop yourself as a certain memory flashed through your mind.

…

“Y/n, you’re gonna catch a cold” Jake reprimanded you, crossing his arms as he leaned onto a tree, the shade protecting him from the rain. You just laughed and danced around, the feeling of the droplets hitting against your blue skin felt calming. The water running through your hair and down your body was cooling you down, soaking your top and loincloth in the process.

“Do not worry Ma Jake, I never get sick.” you softly laugh and continue playing around in the rain. You turn to look at Jake and see a small smile etched onto his face. “You should join me.” You walk over to him and take his hands in yours, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Pleaseee”.

He sighs, trying not to give in but he just can’t help himself. “You know I can’t ever say no to you babe”. He dejectedly follows you out of the shade and into the rain, the water cooling down his body which was hot and sweaty after hours of training. He laughs with you and moves closer, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. You drape your arms around his neck and lightly caress his braid, sending shivers through his body.

Jake smiles gently at you, his pupils slightly dilated as he leans down towards you. “I love you so much y’know.. so so much. I can’t even imagine going through a single day without you by my side.” He stops his face an inch away from yours as your breath hitches in your throat, your eyes tearing up at his words. There was so much love flowing through you and you just couldn’t keep it in any more. You bring your hands to his face and close the small distance between you two, smashing your lips onto his and pouring as much passion as you could into the kiss. It was slightly wet due to all the rain falling onto you both but you couldn’t care less. The feelings you had for this man were indescribable and you could not keep it in any longer.

You slowly pull away from him after a while, tears running down your face. You hope he mistakes them for the rain dripping down you both. Keeping his face in your hands, you give him a big smile and a quick peck to his lips. “I love you too Jake, I see you.” Jake pulls you into him and holds you tight in his arms. “I see you too Y/n” He leans down to your ear, breathing softly into it before whispering teasingly “You better not get sick”. You could see him smirking in your mind and you immediately pull away from him. “Skxawng, what a way to ruin the moment” you grumble out in annoyance, hitting his chest but causing no damage. You quickly walk away from him, going back to your hut. Jake laughs behind you and quickly catches up, taking your hand in his and turning you around, pulling you back to him. He nuzzles his face into your neck, holding you close. “Don’t be so mad baby, I’m only looking out for my princess”. He smiles into your neck, giving you a few soft kisses. Your resolve instantly melts and you hug him back. “Now come on, we need to get back home” Jake pulls away from the hug and holds your hand in his, walking back to Hometree as the rain pours down on you both.

…

You cringe as you remember your promise about not getting sick and keep quiet, not wanting him to get mad at you. You push through the pain in your body and get out of bed, walking towards Jake. You were shivering as the cool air blew into your hut, all you wanted to do was curl up in your blankets but Jake would definitely notice something was wrong. You lean down and wrap your slightly sweaty arms around his shoulder, hiding your face in his neck. “Good morning Ma Jake” you mumble against his neck.

Jake puts his dagger down and turns around to look at you with a smile on his face but it quickly disappears as he takes in your appearance. Your blue skin was paler than usual and your whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat. “Y/n are you okay?? What happened” He worriedly asked, placing his hand against your forehead to check your temperature. “Holy shit you’re burning up, let’s get you back into bed.” Jake stands up and picks you up bridal style, carrying you back to your bed and gently placing you down. “Stay right here okay” He tucks you in and sprints out the hut.

It had barely been 3 minutes before Jake was running back inside, carrying some strange liquid with him. “Here, drink this.” He holds the bowl up to your lips, waiting for you to down the strange substance.

“Jake, I’m fine, and what even is this?” You gesture towards the bowl, looking at Jake in confusion. “No you are not fine, you’re burning up and you probably have a fever” Jake grits his teeth at you. “Mo’at gave me this, it will make you feel better.” He lifts the bowl up to your lips once again and you take a tentative sip, immediately grimacing at the bitter taste. Jake just raises an eyebrow at you and you take the bowl from him, downing the medicine in one go. You make a face at the taste and hand the bowl back to Jake. “That was absolutely disgusting,” you groan out, “I don’t even feel that bad.”

“It’s your own fault you had to drink that. I told you you’d get sick, didn't I?” Jake sternly scolds you. Your ears droop down at his tone. “I’m sorry..” you whisper out, looking down at your hands. Jake takes one look at you and immediately feels bad, a pang of guilt hitting him. He sighs out in frustration before apologizing. “No baby, I should be the one apologizing. I was just worried about you.” He gets into bed beside you and holds you in his arms. “I’m really sorry princess” He lays his head on yours and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead.

“No Jake, I should apologize. You told me I would get sick but I never liste-“ You don’t get to finish your sentence as Jake’s tail comes up to your stomach and starts tickling you. “JAKE! STOP!!” You scream out in laughter and try squirming away from him but it’s no use, his big hands are wrapped around you and hold you in place. “Nuh uh baby, not until you admit it wasn’t your fault” Jake smirks as he watches you struggle in his arms, trying to catch your breath.

“Okay okay!! It wasn’t my fault!” You breathlessly say, not being able to control your laughter. “Please just let me go” you whine out, trying your best to get away from his tail. Just as you're pushing away from him, he lets go, causing you to fall at the very end of the bed, almost falling off.

“Jake!” you gasp out in shock, frozen in place and staring at him in disbelief. He bursts out into laughter at your expression and grabs onto your ankle, pulling you towards him. “Whoops, I guess you slipped through my arms” He just smirks at you, leaning over you as you lay down on the bed. You glare at him in response, turning your head to the side and pouting. “Aww c’mon princess, don’t be like that” he coos as he grabs your chin and turns your face back to him. You’re still pouting and before you can say anything, he leans down and captures your lips in between his own, giving you a soft kiss. You relent and kiss him back, feeling him smile into it.

“I’ll get you sick” you mumble into his lips. He just hums and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t care, I’d happily be sick if it meant I could spend more time with my beautiful mate” he smiles cheesily at you. You just roll your eyes at him as a blush appears on your cheeks. Just as you’re about to retaliate, all the air gets knocked out of your lungs when Jake lays down on you, crushing you with his body weight.

“Jake! What are you doing??” You scold him, softly pushing at him. Although he’s heavy, you can’t deny that he’s warming you up. “Taking a nap with my pretty girl” he sleepily mumbles into your chest and wraps his arms around you, trapping you under him. You just shake your head at his antics and mumble to yourself, “Skxawng.”

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tempting-andromeda · 1 year

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Coukd you write Sebastian X Reader when he reads book for them while they try to sleep on his lap pls.

I wanted the book to be pride and prejudice because in reading that rn

The day seemed perfect. It was the weekend, so you didn’t have a class to worry about and it felt like one of the few weeks none of your professors didn’t assign homework. You decided to spend your day outside since the weather decided to be on your side. You had been itching to read a novel Poppy had gifted you but could never find the time and decided today was the day. As you walked to the castle grounds, you noticed Sebastian leaning against a wall. He seemed to be waiting for someone. It was most likely Ominis, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Oh, hello Sebastian. Who are you waiting for?” You asked, cocking your head to the side slightly. Sebastian lifted his head and his face lit up as soon as he saw you.

“My, my, just the person I was looking for.” He pushed himself off the wall and smiled brightly at you. Your brows furrowed slightly. Why was he looking for you? You dreaded the idea of him sending you on a quest for your perfect afternoon, but decided to ask what he meant, anyway. If he wanted you to do something, you might as well decline unless it was of utmost importance.

“Why were you looking for me?” You asked hesitantly.

“I wanted to spend the day with you. Perfect day too, I reckon.” He said. You sighed with relief at the fact that he didn’t have an obnoxious quest to send you on.

“I was planning on reading my novel, but you can join if you’d like.” You said as you continued to walk, knowing he would follow. He raised a brow and tugged on your bag to rummage through it, but was unsuccessful since it was snapped shut.

“I could read it if you’d like,” he suggested. “Everyone says I have a calming voice. Some may say it’s attractive.” He wiggled his shoulders slightly and smiled smugly at you.

“Who said that?” You said, laughing at him. Sebastian’s face flushed almost immediately at your comment and looked away embarrassed. You had no clue if he was sincere or just teasing you.

Once you reached a beautiful oak tree, you knew it was the perfect spot for your reading. Sebastian seemed hesitant in sitting in the grass, but did so anyway. There was an awkward amount of distance between you two. Neither you nor Sebastian wanted to push one another’s boundaries, so you kept it like that.

“Give me the book. I’ll read it. I’ll even do silly voices for you.” Sebastian reached for your bag and opened and closed them a few times to show he wanted the book. You handed it to him and rested your head on your palm.

“Go on.” You encouraged lazily. He read the front of the book silently and flipped to the first page.

He cleared his throat and began reading.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in posses- sion of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.”

He stopped mid-way and looked at you questionably.

“You like stories like this?” He asked. You sighed and scooted closer to him to grab the book.

“If you’re going to judge, give it to me. You haven’t even gotten that far.” You huffed. Sebastian held the book away from you and pouted. For some reason, he genuinely wanted to read the book to you. It felt like a way for him to pick your mind to see what you were interested in. You rolled your eyes and leaned back into your palms. He then continued reading the story.

Sebastian had just reached Chapter 8 when your eyes started to get heavy. You never realized how calming his voice was before, but now you were fighting to stay awake. Sebastian had noticed every time you closed your eyes and wobbled ever so slightly, then would jolt. He knew what that was a sign of. After a few more seconds of reading, he sighed softly.

“Come here.” He mumbled as he grabbed your hand. He planned to lead you back to your dorm. You jolted awake and shook your head. You weren’t ready to go.

“Please continue reading, Sebastian. I don’t want to go just yet.” You looked up at him as he kneeled in front of you and he knew he couldn’t say no. You looked so peaceful, but he knew you wouldn’t stay awake for long. He wanted you to be comfortable but didn’t admire the idea of you laying in the grass.

“Come, lay on my lap.” He said softly, hoping part of you would be too sleepy to make fun of him. His hopes seemed to be true as you lazily made your way to rest your head in his lap. Once your head reached his lap, he had no idea what to do. Should he stay silent or continue reading? He rested his hand on your head and began reading once again.

“Their brother, indeed, was the only one of the party whom she could regard with any complacency. His anxiety for Jane was evident, and his attentions to herself most pleasing, and they prevented her from feeling herself so much an intruder as she believed she was considered by the others. She had very little notice from any but him. Miss Bing- ley was engrossed by Mr. Darcy, her sister scarcely less so; and as for Mr. Hurst, by whom Elizabeth sat, he was an indolent man, who lived only to eat, drink, and play at cards; who, when he found her to prefer a plain dish to a ragout, had nothing to say to her.”

He stopped reading to see if you were away and was met with your soft breaths. He had no idea why he was so fond of the situation he found himself in, but he was. You looked so lovely in his lap, especially when the branches of the tree above you swayed and sunlight tickled your face. He admired you for a few more seconds before continuing the book he suddenly found himself enjoying more than before.

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