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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 month

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Great! Can you please write an older Eddie with female reader, like maybe 25-26? And by now Eddie is a famous rock star, but he adores you, avoids groupies altogether. But when you and him go back to Hawkins to play at the Hideout just for fun Chrissy (or some other cheerleader) make moves on him, telling reader (maybe in the bathroom) "he was in love with me all through high school - I just have to move my pinky and he'll come running).

But then maybe Eddie proposes to reader on stage? :) request by @somethingvicked 💞

Angst to fluff, this is an 18+ blog so mdni.

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Eddie made it big after he left Hawkins. A few years after he finally graduated and went to Chicago with the rest of Corroded Coffin, they were notified by a bigwig music producer who thought they had a real shot at being successful.

They grafted for another few years after that and after a lot of hard work, they began to get noticed. Did more gigs, got lots of exposure and recorded their first successful album.

Four albums, and four tours (one world tour) later, Eddie couldn't believe that his dreams of being a rockstar had come true.

Even with his dreams coming true, the most amazing thing to happen to him in the last few years was meeting you.

He ran into you after being chased by a handful of his fans (seeking shelter in a bookstore that you owned) that the two of you got closer and began to date.

You were younger than Eddie (26 to Eddie's 38) he was worried when you first began dating at the media attention the two of you would get. Anyone he got close to was the subject of scrutiny but you got it worse.

Eddie protected you as much as he could, put out statements in anger when the vitirol had you in tears and stressed to the max. He loved you so much and would do anything to protect you from hate.

Groupies tried and failed to catch his attention, he was a one woman man and all he wanted was you. Most of the time he loved getting you to join him on tour, but it depended on your job. When you weren't with him, he missed you like crazy.

Now he was going to Hawkins for one a one off concert at The Hideout. He couldn't wait to see his uncle and his friends. You and Eddie could catch up with everyone.

Most importantly though he was planning something very special for you and he wanted to do it surrounded with friends and family.

It would be cool to perform here in Hawkins after all this time. He couldn't wait to get the gig started.

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Watching Corroded Coffin perform at the place they started out is an amazing experience, Eddie and the guys look like they are having so much fun and fans have travelled from different cities to watch the band.

You chat to Steve and the rest of the gang and feel so proud as you watch Eddie. He was in his element and looked so sexy as he shredded on his guitar, desire pools in your stomach. You couldn't wait to get him alone later.

He catches your eye, notices the way you're looking at him, winks and blows you a kiss.

The crowd is electric even once the gig finishes, everyone is cheering and going wild. Eddie jumps off the stage, walks over to you and kisses you, you feel your cheeks warm. He presses a kiss to your head then begins to interact with the crowd.

As soon as Eddie begins to mingle with the rest of the people in the Hideout, it wasn't long before a pretty blonde makes herself known.

You don't notice her at first as you're too busy catching up with the rest of the gang, then you wonder where Eddie has got to and after a quick look around the room, you find him.

He's with the blonde, she's heavily flirting. Touching his arm, giggling and playing with her hair, she's actually batting her eyes at him. You're used to groupies throwing themselves at Eddie but it still makes you feel a little shitty when you have to witness it.

Eddie looks uncomfortable when she ramps up the flirting and he makes a hasty retreat not quick enough though as she is practically purring at him to come back soon. Steve tells you she's called Chrissy.

Fuming at her blatant disregard for Eddie's feelings you follow her as she heads to the bathroom, She looks at you like you're dirt on her shoe, when you approach her.

"Yes?" you roll your eyes at the bitchy antics, fuck what was this high school? Memories from Hawkins High flood back and it makes you even more pissed. Who did this woman think she was?

"Hi, I'd appreciate it if you backed off from Eddie, your flirting was making him uncomfortable" you try to keep your cool, however the smug smile on her face is needling at you.

She snorts, flips her hair over her shoulder and moves closer to you.

"Oh please, sweetie he was in love with me all through high school - I just have to move my pinky and he'll come running" Chrissy smirks and you feel your stomach bottom out. Was this true?

Was she right? Would you lose Eddie to some old high school crush? Chrissy turns away from you and reapplies her lipstick which is cherry red, you leave the bathroom with the knot of anxiety growing in your stomach.

Chrissy looks triumphant as she comes out, you feel like you can't breathe and stirrings of panic and anxiety begin to take over you.

She turns to her friends and looks so smug. "Guaranteed he'll dump her, when I show even a hint of interest. He could do so much better"

Gareth is close to all of you, chatting to his girlfriend when he hears the comment Chrissy made.

The look on your face tugs at his heart. Eddie was so in love with you, no Chrissy Cunningham's were going to change that. Still, he doesn't like how Chrissy is speaking to you (Eddie won't either) and he excuses himself from Alicia for a moment to inform Eddie what's going on.

Eddie glares over at Chrissy, who preens at his attention. "In love with her in high school? Is she for fucking real? I was in love with about half the class at one point? She's not special" Eddie snorts.

As for dumping you for Chrissy? That he could do better than you? As if. She was deluded if she thought that. He'd tell her that if he had to. You were the best thing that ever happened to him.

Gareth looks amused and discreetly slips Eddie his surprise for you. "Good luck man" Eddie nods, nerves crawling through his veins.

Fuck after all the planning this was it. He heads up on stage, takes a deep breath and begins to speak. "Hi, can I have everyone's attention please"

You notice that Eddie is up on the stage and wonder what he's doing. What aren't the rest of the band with him? To your surprise he calls on you to join him.

"I wanted to do this here, surrounded by my family and friends, I've been planning a surprise and I hope you like it sweetheart" you feel yourself grow flustered but very very happy.

What was he planning? There's this part of you that thinks he may be going to propose, the thought of him doing it nearly brings tears to your eyes but you will them away. It could be anything, you mustn't get your hopes up too much.

You'd love to marry Eddie, spend the rest of your life with him, but Eddie had taken a long time to come around to the idea of marriage, would he want that now?

He takes your hand and kisses it tenderly, pulls off one of his rings and places it on your ring finger, your heart begins to race as you realise the dream you have, may be coming true.

"Eddie?" you can barely get the words out and his eyes are all big and shiny as he gazes at you with pure love in his expression.

"I love you so much princess, you're all I'll ever want and need. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" He gets down on one knee and smiles, reaches in his pocket and pulls out a velvet red box, inside is the most beautiful ring you've ever seen.

You're sobbing freely now, elated and throw your arms around Eddie. "Yes!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and you see the smug smile wiped off Chrissy's face. Eddie places the ring on your finger and kisses you, tenderly cupping your face in his hands.

Chrissy scoffs and leaves, throwing you and Eddie a bitchy look as she does. Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Charming huh?" You stifle a giggle and he softens.

"Hey, Gareth told me what Chrissy said sweetheart. Fuck, she was a stupid crush in high school that vanished quickly because she's a complete bitch. You never have to worry about that" you smile and cuddle into him.

You kiss him again and look at the beautiful ring on your finger, you can't wait for you and Eddie to start your new adventure.

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joekeeryswife · 1 year

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angst with rockstar!eddie and misunderstanding trope but eddie still does some shitty things

where he's going to a lot of parties and doing a lot of drugs and drinking and they get into some fights about it so eddie goes to a party and gets hammered and uses a lot of drugs and he doesn't even realise but there is a girl in his lap and when he tries to move her away but reader shows up and sees the scene in front of her

fluff ending maybe but eddie have to really work hard for it

Rockstar lifestyle - e.m

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"morning honey" you heard Eddie say as he entered the kitchen. you were stood by the oven making dinner for you and Eddie. you looked up at him as he stood across from you, his hair was all over the place, his eyes were bloodshot, white powder on his face left over from last night, his skin was pale and he was still in his clothes from the night before. he looked awful. nothing like the man you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

"it's not morning Eddie" you turned your back to him as you opened a cupboard. your tone was rude and at this point you didn't care. Corroded Coffin had sold out their first world tour and Eddie along with the rest of the band had been celebrating for the past month since their manager told them the amazing news. you were proud, your long term boyfriend had achieved something that he only dreamed about.

but the partying was too much for you. he'd sleep throughout the day, wake up in the late afternoon and eat, then get ready and leave to party. it was a constant cycle which you absolutely hated. most of the time Eddie would call you in the early hours to come pick him up from a party which meant you were losing sleep just to look after him.

Eddies eyes widened at your tone, you voice was always calm and filled with kindness but not this time. you were mad and he could tell. "are you mad at me or something?" he ran a hand through his tangled hair and scratched the back of his neck. last night, well that morning at 4am, Eddie had called you to come get him from a party which was almost an hour away from your house.

it was stupid of you to say yes but you wanted to make sure he got home safe. even though he was acting like an asshole he was still your boyfriend and you loved him but this new version of him upset you. you slammed the cupboard shut and focused on the food in front of you. "what do you think Eddie?" you shook your head at his stupid question. you had tried to speak to Eddie about his new habits but he never listened. he sighed "is this because of last night? it was a one time-"

"a one time thing? are you being serious right now? this wasn't a one time thing, this has been an almost two month thing. i'm sick and tired of you going out every single day, drinking and doing drugs. it looks like you missed your nose last night because it's all over your face" he quickly wiped his face with his hands trying to get rid of the powder but it was too late.

"do you know how stupid you are being? i get you've sold out a tour and that's amazing. i'm really proud of you. you've wanted this for so long and you finally have it but your actions are disgusting Eddie. you look practically dead and you're hurting me. imagine what Wayne would think if he found out what you were doing?" you looked directly at him and saw the anger in his eyes.

"how dare you. this has nothing to do with Wayne or you. you're just fucking jealous that i'm having a good time whilst you're here all by yourself. i'm allowed to do whatever i want, i'm an adult and if i wanna go out and do drugs then that's my decision. you aren't my mum and i'm sick of you acting like her" he walked out of the kitchen and made his way to the front door, quickly putting on his trainers before slamming.

"where are you going? we need to speak about this Eddie. you can't just run away then come back like nothing had happened" you shouted as you followed him. "well good thing i'm not coming back. fuck you" and with that he was out the door, leaving you stood there dumbfounded.

Eddie was at this random party completely smashed. he'd been this high in his entire life and he felt like the entire room was spinning. he didn't even know where he was so he could call you to come get him, he just followed Mason the lead singer of Corroded Coffin. his head was slung back against the sofa, eyes closed trying to drown out the music.

he had told Gareth about the fight you had and for once Gareth had stayed somewhat sober to look after Eddie and after see him now he knew he had to call you to come get him. you weren't to far away luckily so you immediately got into your car and made your way over to the house.

“you falling asleep on me baby?” Eddie was quickly pulled out of his thoughts when he realised there was a random groupie sat on his lap. she looked like she had been sat there for a while because she looked very comfortable, her arm was around his neck and she was running her hand through his hair.

you had finally arrived to the house, there was red cups all over the front garden, people passed out, couples kissing and loud music with flashing lights coming from inside the house. you walked in the music was shaking the house and the smell of sweat and alcohol filled your nose. you walked through the house, pushing through the sweaty bodies of people dancing trying to find either Gareth or Eddie.

you finally found Gareth in the kitchen with a girl in front of him, he was smiling and speaking to her about something you couldn't make out and you honestly felt kind of bad for interrupting him. "Gareth" he turned to see you in the doorway and felt relieved to see you here. "y/n hi" he let go of the girl who looked between the two of you. "is she your girlfriend?" the girl asked giving you a dirty look.

"no" you both said shaking your heads at her. "i'm sorry to take him away but i need help finding Eddie" you said to the girl but she quickly understood and sent you a small smile before Gareth brushed last you to help you find Eddie. "he is so stupid. i'm sorry he spoke to you like that earlier. we've just all been so excited about the tour but he's taken it a bit to far this time" Gareth shouted over the loud music to you.

"it's okay, he just needs to-" you were cut off by seeing Eddie and a random girl you'd never seen before on the living room sofa, her hands all over him and his arms were around her waist. you had walked past him earlier and didn't even realise. “Eddie what the fuck man?" Gareth shouted pulling the girl off of him. you didn’t even give him time to speak to you because you walked out the front door, heart breaking at the sight which now clouded your mind.

“baby wait” you heard him shout after you, speech slurred, but you continued to walk to your car, not wanting to hear his excuses. he tripped up over the coffee table, his mind hazy as he tried his best to stand up. "shit" he said as he finally got his bearings and ran to the front door to see you walking toward your car. you were rummaging through your bag trying to find your car keys.

"y/n, sweetheart please wait. it really wasn't what you thought" he caught up to you, grabbing your arm gently as you went to pull out the keys from your bag. your eyes were filled with tears, he’d never seen you this upset and it was all his fault. “what was it then Eddie? you were sat on the sofa trying your hardest to push her off because guess what, it didn’t look like that. you looked like you were enjoying yourself now leave me alone” you said shrugging his grip off of you and unlocking your door.

“i didn’t even know she was on me, she was kissing my neck but i wasn’t doing anything back” you shook your head and got into the car, his excuse was poor. “i don’t want to talk to you, go back into the party with your groupie and leave me alone. we can have a conversation about us when you sober up. i need to think about if i even wanna be with you anymore” and with that you shut your car door and drove home.

Eddie watched as your car drove off, his heart breaking as your words repeated in his head. he was definitely sober after hearing that. he understood how it looked, an argument followed by you finding another woman on top of him. it looked like he was trying to get some sort of revenge after you called him out but it wasn’t.

he would never ever do that to you and he was realising as he stood by the side of the road how much you do for him and how much of an absolute asshole he’d been for the past month. “fucking idiot” he said as he walked back into the party. he had a lot of work to do to get you back and he was willing to do anything to get you to forgive him.

you went to bed once you got home, making sure to lock your bedroom door so that Eddie couldn’t get in. you were hurting a lot when you woke up. you never thought you’d have to think about if you wanted to stay with Eddie but here you were sat against the headboard thinking about the past month and how much he had upset you. Eddie used to be loving, caring, selfless, but now it just felt like he was a completely different person.

after an hour of sitting in bed contemplating on what you should do you decided it wasn’t good for you to sit and mope around all day so you went to your en-suite bathroom to get ready and go out to distract yourself.

once you were ready you walked down the stairs to grab your bag and keys but you were surprised to hear muffled singing coming from your kitchen. you frowned and walked towards the sound and was shocked to see Eddie plating up breakfast. he heard your footsteps and looked up from the plate. this was the first time you had seen him showered and in comfortable clothes in almost two months and it was nice to see him look somewhat normal.

“hi” he said, a small smile appeared on his face as he moved away from the plate so you could sit down at the kitchen island. “i haven’t seen you up this early for ages” you said quietly as you sat down. it was 9am and Eddie hadn’t been up this early since even before they sold out the tour. he sighed and nodded.

“i think we need to talk Eddie” his heart dropped at your words. this was it. this was where you’d break up with him because he’d been so stupid. “can you sit down please?” you asked, the chair next to you was turned so he could sit down next to you.

he said down next to you, exhaling as he tried to stop himself from breaking down. he was adamant that you were breaking up with him and you had every right to do so. he had treated you so horribly this past month and he only had himself to blame. he put a bit of distance between your chairs and waited for you to talk. “are you okay?” you asked and watched him nod his head. you were a caring person and even though you were mad at him you always liked to make sure he was alright.

“yesterday was probably the worst i had ever seen you and it really scared me. i’ve tried to understand why you go out every night. i know that you’re celebrating your tour and you have every right to do so but i’d think after the first maybe week of you celebrating the buzz would wear down but it didn’t. some nights i would think that you just went out because you didn’t want to be at home with me. then i found out you were doing drugs. hardcore drugs and that scared me even more. you know i love you and to see change completely from the loving Eddie to this man who i don’t even recognise hurt me so much”

you felt your eyes well up with tears as you expressed how you felt. “i would try to talk to you and you’d just snap and i was so confused, i still am because i don’t get why you’d damage yourself like that. i want to understand why but i think it’s best that we get you clean honey, this has been going on for too long now and i’m scared i’m going to lose you” you said, a few tears ran down your cheeks.

“i’m not breaking up with you. we can move past all of this if you sort yourself out. we won’t be back to how we were for a while but i just want you to get better because i love you so much” you felt his arms go around your waist as he hugged you tightly. you felt hot tears on your neck as he sobbed, relief filling his body as he realised you weren’t gonna leave him.

“i’m so sorry y/n i really am. last night i swear on everything that i didn’t do anything to that girl. i didn’t even know she was there. i would never do that to you and i’m gonna get clean i promise, i’ll never touch anything ever again” you heard his muffled voice rubbing your hand up and down his back as the two of you cried. he felt you nod before a small, delicate kiss was placed on his head. you were gonna stay here with him whilst he got better and that was all he needed.

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girlgroupshots · 1 year

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The Producer - PART ONE

pairing: male oc x jessica jung word count: 3.3k summary: An unproven producer is tasked with creating a successful group. Shenanigans ensue.

When you answered the phone in the middle of the night only a few hours ago the last thing you expected was to be standing in front of an office building. The call had come from your uncle saying he had an opportunity for you and that you needed to catch a train to Seoul in the morning. Now as you waited for him to arrive you could only guess at what kind of ideas had popped into his head. As far as successful businessmen went he was certainly on the – well, eccentric side. On the other hand, you had little to your name other than a business degree, a shitty office job and dreams of one day being a successful producer.

"Nephew!"

Before you could contemplate any further a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned to greet your uncle who you hadn't seen in some months only to be slapped on the shoulder and pulled into a hug before you could even extend your hand.

"How are you, my boy?"

Park Jongmin. A man in his sixties who could have retired in his forties if he wanted to. He made a fortune in the early years of the South Korean technology boom and hadn't looked back since. However, for all his wealth and success he was largely known as an enigma or just strange depending on who you asked. Adding to that image was the fact that he decided to create a music label a few years back despite having no expertise in the field. Truth be told he wouldn't be the first to do such a thing.

"I'm good, uncle" you responded once you had finally managed to free yourself from his grasp. "I was surprised to get your call, I thought something bad had happened."

He laughed off the concern, apparently not seeing the problem with receiving a vague call at 2 a.m. in the morning.

"You know me; once the wheels in my brain start turning I can't rest until I see it through to the end."

"Have you…slept yet Uncle Min?"

"Of course not! In fact, I'm only on my fourth cup of coffee."

You could only shake your head in response. This was who Uncle Min had always been so it shouldn't be surprising that old age hadn't changed his demeanor. If anything he seemed a bit more loose than he was back in the day. A man who said and did what he wanted with little care for the judging eyes of society. Though perhaps that was a luxury of wealth. It was an enviable disposition to have, especially these days. Not to mention it had always made for entertaining holidays with the family.

"So, uh, is this your label building?" you questioned, bringing the conversation back to the matter at hand.

"Why yes, yes it is. It's beautiful isn't it? I like to think it has a quaint, personal feeling."

You looked back to the building and you couldn't say you disagreed. By the same token though, it didn't seem to be anything too special. A three story building with a decent amount of width to it. It's key features were the tall glass windows that framed parts of the building. It was certainly quaint but not exactly holding a candle to the grand designs of some of the bigger companies.

"Not everything has to be grandiose" as if reading your thoughts your uncle interjected. "If there's forty-floors how are people going to connect? It's the interwoven relationships that build a good company."

As a business major and officer worker with far too many hours logged you were tempted to disagree with that notion. But then again who were you to disagree with someone who had made millions?

"Well, are we going to stand out here all day or shall we head in? I can give you the tour, you'll love it."

You nodded and led the way to the double door entrance. Your uncle was still being coy about why he had asked you to meet him hear of all places instead of his regular offices or his home; in fact he hadn't addressed it at all. Definitely not suspicious. For now you'd just have to go along with this ride and find out what was waiting for you at the end of the tunnel. Whatever it was he certainly seemed excited about it. Or maybe that was just the four cups of coffee coming through.

"...Our building is separated into three levels" you tuned back into your uncle's speech as he took the lead, "The first is where all the music production takes place. Recording booths, mixing rooms, anything a producer might need to get that perfect sound is available at your finger tips. I'm sure you'd find more than a few toys to your liking in there."

Producer? Recording booths?

"The second floor is where our artist spend a lot of their time. There's a lounge and kitchen for anyone to use and we have our practice room there as well. We also have two free rooms if anyone wants to use it for homework or whatever the kids get up to."

Way to sound your age, uncle.

"Lastly, the third floor is where we have all our offices for staff and management. That's where you'll be spending most of your time. Now I know – "

"Wait, what?"

"-- it mind sound a little weird being at the top but trust me it's a great space."

"Wait, Uncle, what do you mean where I'll be spending most of my time?"

"Please, nephew, save all your questions for the end of the tour."

You could see the mischievous glint out of the corner of his eyes and knew he was getting a kick out of this. He wasn't going to let you get a word in and even if you did it seemed he was intent on ignoring any questions you had. Meanwhile your anxiety was rising by the second. Just what had this old man done?!

Anxiety aside, the building was impressive. Everything was state of the art when it came to the technology and all of the furnishings were modern and neat. That said you did notice the building felt particularly...empty. If you remembered correctly from what your mother had told you, Uncle founded this label a few years back. One would think by now it'd be brimming with staff and artist coming in and out. Maybe he had given them day off so he could give the tour? As flattering as it was that seemed like a complete waste of a work day. And of course asking about it now would net you no answers.

The tour finally came to an end on the third floor, the management floor as he had put it; which was also void of any personnel.

Your uncle led you into a rather spacious office that you assumed to be his. He gestured for you to take a seat in one of the plush chairs against the wall and seated himself next to you. His eccentric demeanor seemed to fade a bit and It seemed like now was the time to finally get some answers.

"I know you have a number of questions for me" Uncle Min started, "But I also know you're a very smart young man. I'm sure you've begun to piece together why I asked you to come here today."

Not really, no, but I could take a swing in the dark.

"You want me to work here for you? Uncle, I appreciate the thought really, but honestly...I don't want to take any handouts."

You remembered when he was first starting the company your mother suggested asking for a position. Any reasonable individual would have jumped at the opportunity, hell there were a number of college graduates that would kill for such a connection. For you though, it had just left a weird taste in your mouth. You could call it pride or stupidity, it was likely a mix of both. Now, despite having questions as to whether that had been the right decision, you felt obligated to stick to your original sentiment.

"You're a stubborn man, just like your father was" he chuckled softly as he patted your hand, his tone wistful as if recalling an old memory, "But you should know I didn't make my fortune by taking no for an answer."

"I'll be honest with you, this hasn't been my most successful venture. In fact, everything thus far has been a net loss. Fortunately, I've funded everything myself, there's no board of directors or investors to answer to. But even I have to acknowledge when something is a lost cause."

Your jaw had loosened a bit, your ears not quite believing what they were hearing. You had always had a vision of your uncle as the supreme businessman, a genius who made no missteps. Yet here he was admitting that something he had poured who knows how much of his own money into possibly being a failure. In a way it was surreal.

"But the people that do work here, the trainees who have trusted us with their dream, they deserve a real shot. A chance to see it through before I call it quits" Uncle Min focused his gaze on you and you couldn’t remember ever seeing him quite so serious. More than that he seemed genuine, even vulnerable as though he were speaking from the heart. "I don't want you to simply work for me. In fact, in a way you won't be. I want you to run this company. Produce a successful group and help fulfill their dreams."

"..."

"I know what you're thinking. Why me? Why not someone more qualified? Now I could tell you it's because of your work ethic, I know you won't take this lightly. And your potential both as a businessman and a producer; both of which are true. However if you really want to know why I'm offering it to you it's because it's what my gut is telling me to do."

"Uncle, I'll be honest with you, I’m starting to think that might be why you lost so much money in this."

You both shared a laugh, the tension in the air easing slightly. Leave it to Park Jongmin to hand a company over to his nephew on a gut feeling.

"I know I'm asking a lot of you so you don't have to give me an answer now. But think about it. I'd like you to meet the staff and girls as well; they really are good people."

You could only nod your head in acceptance despite your apprehension. After all, this was my uncle and he was offering an incredible opportunity, even if misguided. If nothing else you owed it to him to give this your full consideration.

"Alright! That's enough of the serious stuff!" Uncle Min abruptly stood up, "Do you want a coffee? I could go for one myself."

You laughed, "Uncle, I don't think you should be drinking anymore coffee today. It can't be good for your health."

"Bah, you sound like your mother. If I only did what was good for my health I'd get nowhere in life!"

Now that was the uncle you were familiar with.

"Mister Park!"

You had just exited the building when you heard someone calling out. You turned my head to see a petite brunette, dressed in a blazer and cream skirt walking towards you with a couple of binders in her grasp. You were fairly certain you didn't know her. You’d definitely remember seeing a woman like that.

"Miss Jung! You have impeccable timing as always."

"Oh? And you're flattering me, you must have had your third cup of coffee."

"Fourth, actually."

"You know you really need to cut down on that."

As the two conversed you couldn’t help but feel like a ghost, or worse: an awkward third wheel between two good friends. At the risk of making things worse you cleared your throat to make your presence known. As if he had actually forgotten about you, your uncle's attention was jump started.

"Ah, right! Jessica I'd like you to meet my nephew. Nephew, this is Jessica Jung; she's been in charge of this project for me. No one knows our trainees better than her."

"Uh, it's a pleasure to meet you" you extended your hand to her.

"Likewise. You should know Mr. Park has talked you up quite a bit. I hope you decide to join us."

Oh, she was good.

Her tone and demeanor alone mixed just the right amount of professional and personable. Unlike yourself, you could see why uncle would hire someone like her.

"This is perfect. I was going to contact you later and ask if you could introduce him to our girls. He hasn't made a decision yet but I want to let him get a feeling for everything we have to offer."

A pearl smile was offered in response as Jessica nodded, "I'd love to. We can set something up tomorrow if you like. Or we can get started tonight if you’re free for drinks?"

It took you a second to realize that you had been brought into the conversation. Straightening your posture you nodded, “Uh, yeah. I’m free for sure. We can definitely do drinks.”

“It’s a date then.”

As you watched her pencil you into her calendar, you couldn’t help but wonder just what you were getting yourself into.

“What I can’t figure out is why you don’t just throw your hat in the pile. You clearly have this down pat.”

You voice was raised as you spoke to your ‘date’. Partially to be heard over the music that was currently playing, partially because you were already two drinks in and feeling a slight buzz. Thus far you hadn’t actually learned much about the business. If anything, the two of you had spent more time getting to know each other. Which wasn’t the worst thing, especially if you were going to potentially be working alongside her.

“There’s a difference between managing people and producing a group. Or even running a company,” Jessica said, drink in her hand. “I’m good at what I do.”

“But you had to have thought about it? Doesn’t it piss you off my uncle just brining me in off the street.”

“Well it didn’t but now that you mention it…”

“Okay, wait, wait. I take it back,” you put your hands up in surrender. “But still, you’ve got to feel over-qualified for your job, no? From everything you told me it sounds like my uncle would be lost without you.”

Jessica gave a slight shrug of her shoulders and took a sip of her drink. “In his defense, he pays me my worth. Besides, it’s not all about power and status. I’ve got a soft spot for those girls as much as I hate to admit it.”

You wondered if the alcohol was making her sentimental or if it was making you dense. Maybe it was a bit of both because you still found yourself asking questions. “But –”

“Do you want to keep asking questions or do you want to get out of here?”

You stopped short, the question practically evaporating out of your mind. Jessica raised her eyebrow, looking at you expectantly.

Well then.

Jessica had barely gotten the key out of her door before you were on her. You cupped her face, kissing her – or at least trying to kiss her. There were times when you kissed her nose or landed on her chin, eventually settling for attacking her neck as she kicked the door shut behind the two of you. Immediately, you pressed her up against it; her skirt riding up her slender thighs as they parted for you.

“This is…probably going to be bad…for our potential work relationship…”

“Stop talking about work and start fucking me.”

Her bluntness caught you off guard but you’d be damned if it wasn’t attractive. And she said she couldn’t be a boss? If she gave orders like that she’d have a whole office in line in no time. She certainly had you standing at full attention in more ways than one. Following her orders your hands moved, fumbling with your pants to get them out of the way as quickly as possible. The cab ride back to her place had been heated to say the least, to the point that your fingers had slipped inside her pussy and your cock was practically begging to be freed from its constraints.

As you finally obliged it, Jessica hooked a leg around your hip, drawing you closer so that your tip was pushing against her soaked entrance. Needing no further invitation you pushed forward, your mushroom head pushing past her folds. Immediately you felt her walls constricting around your cock deliciously.

“Fucking tight,” you panted.

“Did you expect otherwise?” Jessica taunted.

A taunt you knew better than to respond to, even after a few drinks. Instead you focused on stuffing her with the rest of your length. Her leg flexed tighter around you the more you pushed in until you were buried to the hilt inside of her. You wallowed in the sensation for a moment because, wow. It might’ve been a while since you had any action but you didn’t remember anything like this. Slowly you began pumping in rhythm, fucking her against her apartment door.

“That stretch…it’s so good…” Jessica’s arms clung to you, her head falling forward.

Any thought of maintaining a professional relationship to avoid problems in the future had gone out of your mind. All that remained was pleasure, or rather the pleasure you were getting from sliding in and out of your potential co-worker. A mindset that Jessica clearly shared. She lifted her other leg, locking it around your waist and giving you the freedom to fuck her harder and faster. Incoherent words began falling from her lips but you were too focused on your task to try to decipher them. You had one job and that was driving her over the edge before you inevitably blew your load.

Jessica’s nails dug into your bicep and if it weren’t for the fact that you hadn’t even taken off your jacket she’d undoubtedly be leaving red marks all over your skin. If this was how she relieved stress from her job then maybe you’d have to second guess your hesitation. Although, when you were balls deep inside of her, waking the neighbors each time her ass hit the door, it likely wasn’t the best time to be making such decisions.

“Cum…Going to cum…” Jessica managed to get out.

You increased your efforts, pounding into her to make sure she went well and truly over the edge. The way every limb clung to you as her body shuttered in orgasm told you that you had succeeded in your task. Her pussy clenched around your length as you fucked her through her orgasm; inviting you to join her in euphoria. It was an invitation you’d soon take her up on.

“Jess…where do you want me to…?”

“Inside…” she muttered, barely coming down from her high and still clinging to you.

That was all the okay you needed. You slammed your hips into hers, her back hitting the wall as your release surged through you. You were fairly certain you were seeing stars as you spilled your seed inside of her. In that moment you weren’t two professionals. You weren’t even two potential co-workers. You were just two well-fucked strangers who had unloaded a pound of stress.

When your cock finally stopped twitching your let go of the breath you were holding. Jessica was already breathing deeply, clinging to you for a moment longer before she finally unraveled herself from you, the mixture of juices seeping out of her.

“If that was an interview you would’ve gotten the job.”

“...Wait, that wasn’t an interview though, right?”

Jessica let out an airy laugh, running a hand through your hair. “No, that wasn’t an interview.”

author’s note: another series so this is a fic i never published from a while back. originally it was meant to be a more wholesome series but we’re putting that aside from now bc fck it. if it seems a bit wonky it’s because i’m editing it from being a first person POV to second person as well as doing updates to my old writing. WITH ALL THAT SAID if you’re just looking for smut there will be plenty.

#snsd jessica smut #jessica jung smut #jessica smut #male reader #tumblr getting rid of horizontal breaks is a criminal offense

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blue-jisungs · 10 months

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better man

warnings. cursing, bad mental health (?)

beomgyu had a tough time in his life. he had thought it was the darkest times of his life. his friends hadn’t been aware of anything since he refused to tell them. he had been struggling alone and somehow, he made it.

because that was before you. when you came into his life, it started getting colorful again. it was a slow but steady process and once beomgyu healed he never, ever wanted to feel like that again.

the thing was that he was an emotional wreck, felt like a shitty person. his heart was wild, uncontrollable and was bound to lead him on wrong paths.

but you saved him. you really did.

and even though beomgyu swore he won’t be in the same place again; in the darkest corners of his mind… he did.

it was after you broke up.

three years of dating you made beomgyu a completely new person. he was alive again, himself again.

the thing with human nature and relationships though, is that they are hard to control. he was having a harder time because of the tours, pressure and stress… and happened to snap. at you. the person he swore he’d never hurt.

you sat down at the couch, hesitantly reaching for his hand. beomgyu placed it away, head turning.

“we need to talk” you huffed, hurt by his action. and it’s just a beginning of this unpleasant journey…

“why?” he frowned, letting out a deep sigh.

“”why?” are you serious?” you asked calmly, trying to control the trembling tone of your voice “gyu, there’s something clearly bugging you and…”

“and what about it? just let me be, god…” beomgyu growled, finally looking at you

“listen. i care about you... remember when we met? because i do. you looked like death and behaved like an asshole, honestly. but what hurt me the most is that you didn’t want help… and that’s why it kept getting worse. so please… please, just talk to me. i don’t want you to feel so… sad again” you mumbled. you missed your goofy gyu. of course you knew that being a kpop idol is hard. you couldn’t imagine what he was going through with all that practice and stress but as his girlfriend you wanted to be there for him.

“so what? i don’t need your help. besides, you wouldn’t understand” he rolled his eyes, a sinking feeling in his heart that he should stop. he shouldn’t say those words, he shouldn’t… “you’d never get it”

“beomgyu don’t go too far. i’m not an idol nor i’ll ever be. i’m here to be a shoulder to cry on, not to get laughed at” you hissed.

“when will you understand i don’t need your help, god! i’m not feeling well right now but that doesn’t mean i need someone! i’m not a fucking baby, stop acting like i’m so fragile!” he bursted out, standing up from the couch.

“being in a relationship means caring about each other! i was there for you then, i’ll be now… unless you act like an selfish asshole! you think i’m not–“ you started, your chest getting heavier and heavier seconds before passed by.

“well maybe we shouldn’t have a relationship then” he blurted out, the room going quiet.

“what?” you whispered. you just didn’t understand that. he clearly wasn’t in the best mental place right now and instead of…

“i… i don’t know. i need to be alone right now” beomgyu said. oh.

you looked up at him, eyes watering.

“i see. well, good luck. i really wanted to help, beomgyu. but if you cared to listen you’d understand i wanted to help the both of us. i guess it’s not important since we’re not a thing anymore” you spat out, leaving the room in a hurry.

he stood there, speechless. his heart was beating like crazy, the reality just hitting him.

but it was too late.

everyday beomgyu woke up hoping it was just a bad dream, nightmare even. but when you didn’t answer his calls, texts and stopped showing up he realised how much he fucked up.

he was so frightened that he’ll go into the rabbit hole again. you said he was selfish but he felt the other way around. because if he was selfish then why you left him? when he was the one who clearly… was… not himself anymore.

it was even tougher than before. beomgyu was lifeless for the past half of year, even had to go on a hiatus. he thought he had it all – friends, fame, fans. the highest of highs. but without you in his life he realised how wrong he was; you came and topped them all.

and he knew he had to find you again. because you, y/n y/l, are the love of his life.

he was miserable, sure, but he had to pull himself together.

he was everywhere. in your favourite places, restaurants, bars. he was at every party. he just wouldn’t miss a chance, even if that meant a scandal.

and oh god, did his heart drop once he finally saw you. after a year. a quarter to three, some boring party at one friend’s of yours.

you were talking with someone (he didn’t really care), a playful smile on his lips. beomgyu felt like all the air in his lungs was gone, his mind blank. what… what should he even say? “hi it’s me… the guy you dated… well you were right but i was just dumb and scared and so not aware of how much i love you and…”

“gyu– beomgyu?”

he snapped back to reality, his eyes meeting yours.

“hi” he breathed out, his waterline mere moments from turning watery. thank god those red led lights hid that… and his red eyes, paleness and just the mess of the state he was in.

“what are your doing here–“ you started, hiding your hands in the pocket of your jeans to prevent him from seeing how shaky they are.

“can we talk? please… i… please.” beomgyu pleaded. you looked over at your friend who just shrugged.

“sure. let’s go outside” you mumbled, passing him by.

with a racing heart you left the club, the midnight air bringing a chilly breeze. or maybe it was the chills caused by anxiety of what this current situation is.

“its… good to see you again” beomgyu said quietly, looking at your face; almost devouring it. god, he missed you so much…

“what do you wanted to talk about?” you asked, turning your gaze away.

the truth was you didn’t feel good either. you realised that such an impulsive break up was an horrible idea but… a week passed by when beomgyu first called. a week too late and you made up your mind. because you, as selfish as it would sound, wouldn’t be able to see him in depressed state again. especially when he didn’t want help – he wasn’t only hurt by himself but he was also hurting others. and as much as you loved him, you would go down too.

“i’m so fucking sorry” he blurted out, taking a deep sigh “i know… it’s been some time. but i realised what i did wrong. i know i hurt you. and others. but… god, y/n… can i just be honest with you?”

there was a bitter comment about to leave your mouth but you halted. nodding hesitantly, you turned your gaze back onto him. and those damned brown, puppy eyes of his.

“with your love i’m a better man” he said, voice cracking “all my wrongs, they led me right to you”

your heart felt like it started melting; the cold ice disappeared and instead there was a strange… warmth

“wrapped in your arms, i swear i'd die for your love” he whispered, looking up and blinking a couple of times “you're the only one who could lock this wild heart up in chains… you're the only love that can make this bad man better”

“you’re not a bad man, beomgyu” you whispered, stepping closer.

“i am, y/n, i am. i’ve hurt you and my friends. it’s fucked up i say this just now but please… please, i beg . y/n don’t leave me again. i’m so sorry” he chocked up. upon meeting your teary eyes he broke down himself, melting.

you hugged him tightly, caressing his hair,

“i won’t. i promise, i won’t. i’m sorry too, beomie”

and just like that, an open wound in his heart that has been bleeding for what seemed like an eternity, started to heal. again.

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spicywhenspeaking · 5 months

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If I'm There: Chapter Thirteen

read from part one

summary: Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

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“I missed you so much Natty.” He’s here, finally in front of me again and all of my negative feelings are thrown out the window. I don’t care that we were just fighting. I just need to be his arms.

I quickly walk around the counter and he wraps his arms tightly around me. Noah smells so good, warm and comforting. “I missed you too Noah.” I say into his chest.

Maggie looks over and sees us and asks if I want to take my break now. We walk hand-in-hand outside to the benches and sit next each other. He instinctively puts his arm around me but then I can feel him start to almost pull away. “No, Noah. It’s okay.” He relaxes and we settle into eachother. Even though It’s been tense, being around him feels like home.

“How are you doing?” Noah asks.

“I’m okay, just dealing with this school thing.I’m thinking I’ll just apply for loans and go to the cheapest school.” He nods “Have you been able to talk to your mom?”

“Um not yet, she’ll get her phone back next week and I’m figuring out what to say.” I tell him. “How was the rest of tour?”

“It was okay. It was hard for me to be away from you for so long.” Noah tells me as he rests his cheek against the top of my head. “Are we okay?”

“We’re okay Noah. I’m just no sure how all of this works.” I say as I fidget with the ties on my apron. He covers my hand with his own, stilling my anxious fingers.

“We will figure it out together.” He says as kisses my forehead. “What time do you get off tonight? I was hoping we could hang out.”

“I’ll get off at 9, so not to much longer.” I tell him as he moves back, I turn to look at him and he closes the distance between us with a tender kiss causes my body to melt against his. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I walked into the cafe I missed you so much Natty.” His words tickle against my lips. “I missed you too Noah.” Our lips meet again and I almost get lost in his touch before I remember I have a few more hours left of work. Giggling like the lovesick teenagers that we break apart and head back inside. Noah waits for me at one of the tables, watching me work and writing in his notebook, new lyrics i'm assuming.

The rest of my shift goes by fast and soon I’m done with the last of my cleaning duties and heading out with Noah to his car. “Let me just text Ky and let him know I won’t be home.”

Natalie: staying with Maggie 2nite, see you tomorrow 9:14pm

Kyle: 👍 lol okay…say hey to Noah for me. 9:15pm

Natalie: -_- 9:15pm

“So things are good with you two?” Noah asks and I squim as I adjust the seatbelt. “Um yeah, we’re okay I guess. I mean, after everything with our mom we just needed to be there for each other.” I explain. “It’s not like I forgot what he’s done, I just can’t deal with all this stuff with my mom by myself.”

He nods understandingly but with a sad look on his face. “And I just left right after.” he says as a look of pain and anger cross his face. “Wow, thats so fucking shitty Natty. I can’t belive I was so selfish.”

I shake my head “no, I don’t think it was selfish. You said it yourself that this is an opportunity that would have been a mistake to pass up. It was hard with you away obviously, but I think it’ll just be something I have to get use to, you’re bound to be a huge star with your talent.” I smile up at him from my seat but his eyes are fixed on the road. “Noah? Is everything okay?” I ask and he nods repeatedly “um yeah, everything is fine. I was just thinking.”

“Ah, thinking and driving. Dangerous stuff.” I joke trying to ease whatever suddenly caused Noads shift. He huffs out a laugh, brushing off whatever was clouding his mind and smiles at me. Leaning is hand down to squeeze my knee. "Noah! stoop ! that tickles!" I bark out in a chocked out laugh.

We get to his house and after dumping my bag into his room I take his hand and lead him into the bathroom with me. “What are you doing Natty.” Noah asks as I pull the collar of his shirt down so his head in leaning over mine and our mouths are almost touching. “I missed you Noah.” I lean up slightly to press our lips together and I can feel his shoulders loosening as he wraps his arms around me and returns the kiss.

Our soft touches turn quickly into scrambling hands. Noah lifts me onto the counter and grips my hips to bring me closer. His fingers dance at the hem of my shirt and I lift my arms as he pulls it off to move down and kiss the freshly exposed skin. “I was thinking we could shower.” I say while a blush forms on my cheeks. “Yeah, let's do that. Definitely wanting to do that.” Noah says now stumbling to quickly take off his sweatshirt and unbutton his jeans. I hop down off the counter and move to remove the rest of my clothes and I turn the knobs in the shower to start a steaming stream of water.

Noah’s hands caress my hips from behind me as we step into the hot water. The water falls over my head and he kisses my neck up and uses his hand to pull my head back to press his lips firmly against my mouth and swipes his tongue in, tangling with mine.

We stay in the shower for over and hour, until the water was running cold and we were clean again.

Laying in bed, clean and dry we’re cuddled closer together and talking more about the last two weeks. “I called the guidance counselor, They said they can possibly make an exception for me to finish out the rest of the semester remotely. I can go in on Monday and talk to them about it.” He tells me as I nuzzle further into his chest. “Thats awesome Noah, I just think it's important to consider all the possibilities."

“I know Nat, and that's why you’re my girl.” He kisses the top of my head and we eventually fall asleep tangled in each others limbs.

The next day we hang out with Nick and we find ourselves doodling some mockups for a possible poster. I’m drawing a picture of the Richmond Vampire playing the guitar with Iron Vandetta written in a metal script over it. “That is so badass Natty!” Nick comments as he looks over the drawing. “Yeah Nat, that is sick!” I smile at the praise. “Yeah, I think its cool. Plus, it kind of looks like you Noah.” We all laugh. “Have you guys ever seen the vampire? According to legends, he seeks to suck the life out of anyone that dare to distrub his resting place. Apparently quite the bad omen if you find yourself in his territory.” I say as I finish shading the background. “Ooohh spooky stuff Natty, looks like someone is in the Halloween spirit. We should totally use this, we can sell these at the merch table at the next show.” Nick says excitedly. “That would be awesome, we could make shirts too if we could get a good deal with a print shop.” Noah responds with a matching excitement.

Nick continues looking at the drawing with quiet awe. “Have yall picked out yalls costume for the party?” The guys are throwing a Halloween/birthday party in two weeks at Noahs house, since his mom will still be in New York on her extended work trip. “Not yet.” Noah replies. “But we’re going costume shopping tomorrow if you want to join.” Nick shrugs “I’ve already picked out my costume. I’m going as Goku.”

“Who is that?” I ask confused and Nick looks shocked. “Please tell me you’re joking Nat. You don't know Dragonball Z?!"

“Umm no? Noah made me watch some Naruto but I’ve never seen Dragonball…did that come on before or after Sailormoon?” I ask and his head falls into his hands. “I can’t talk about his right now Nat…I’m in shock.” I laugh at his ridiculous actions and get back to my poster design, adding the finishing touches. We end the night watching a scary movie and end up jumping so hard during a chase scene popcorn goes flying all over the living room and we all laugh so hard my stomach hurts.

Sunday comes around and Noah and I end up roaming the aisle on party city and spirit halloween trying to find a fun costume we could wear together. I usually think couples costumes are lame but something about dressing up with Noah is fun and exciting. “How does this one look?” He asks wearing a ghostface mask. “well its hot for sure, but I’d like to be able to see your face throught out the night.” I say as I continue looking down the aisle. “What about this?” I say putting on a pair of devil horns. “And you could be an angel.” Noah laughs at that. “A little on the nose right? People already think I’m corrupting you.” I roll my eyes “yeah yeah, big scary tattooed rockstar boyfriend corrupts the loner nerdy girl, very cliche of you.”

We keep looking around and Noah finds a make up kit for Frankenstein's monster and his bride, he winks at me and says “what do you say? Wanna be my bride?” Even though I know he’s joking my heart feels like its going to beat out of my chest, I laugh softly and take the veil thats hanging on the hook by the costume display and drape it over my head before I reach up to place a kiss on his cheek. “Oh Noah, of course I do!”

hope you enjoyed it besties!!!

next chapter is the halloween party!!! eeeeee!!!

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ravieisunhinged · 9 months

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Talk To Me

Nick Folio x Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: Angst and fluff are included.

Background - You're having a bad day, and you don't want to open up as you feel as though you don't want to be a bother, and you're scared to. Nick is on one of the last days of tour when he notices, so he tries texting you. You don't reply, and when he arrives home he finds you in bed. He tries talking to you, and you get stubborn. Eventually, you break down and he comforts you.

You've been struggling with your mental health for a while, and today was clearly your breaking point. A customer yelled at you at your job, and you just took it. When you got home, you broke down crying.

After you stop, you check your phone and see a text from Nick. He's asking how your day was but you don't have any motivation to reply at the moment, so you don't.

You get in bed, and just dissociate forgetting the world is a thing. Wondering if it even exists. You don't have work for the weekend, and you're glad to have days off.

A while later, you hear your phone go off again. You know you're making Nick grow concerned by not replying, but you just can't get the energy to pick up your phone and reply. It's too much work.

You end up falling asleep, having the worst dream imagineable. Basically shit you don't want happening in your life, ever.

On the other hand, Nick is growing concerned about you as the minutes go by.

You haven't replied to his texts in a few days, and this is not like you. You always reply to him, hence why this man is genuinely worried about you.

Because of this, he decided to come to your place tonight.

Currently, you were in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Second guessing if anyone actually likes you. If people are secretly talking shit behind your back.

You know it isn't actually true, but you can't help these thoughts.

The next thing you know, you hear someone unlocking the front door. Your eyes widen, and you turn around, shutting your eyes.

A few moments later, you hear your door open, then the light being turned on. This makes you groan.

"Is that really necessary dude." You say pulling the covers over you.

He walks to your side, and yanks the covers off of you. This results in you crossing your arms.

"Yes it is. Either I did something, or something is bothering you." He says.

"You didn't have to wake me up like that." You mumble.

"I'm worried babe." He says, getting on your side of the bed.

"It's nothing." You say turning around.

"If I give you your blankets back will you tell me? Please?" He says.

"Fine." You groan.

He pulls the covers over the both of you and turns you around.

Once you look at him, your eyes start to water. He pulls you close to him, and just holds you.

"Let it out, I'm here. It's okay." He says.

You start to cry, and you let it all out. After a while, you look up at him and say, "I love you."

"I love you too. Now what happened?" He asks, wiping your tears.

"Just my mental health being bad like usual, and on top of that I had a shitty day at work." You say.

"Why didn't you tell me? I would've listened.." He asks.

"I was scared to, and I didn't want to be a bother.." You mumble.

"Listen to me, you are most certainly not a bother. You're not annoying either. Please don't be scared to talk to me." He says.

"Sorry.." You say softly.

"No, no apologizing. All I care about is if you're okay." He says.

"I'm a little bit better now that you're here." You reply.

"Is there anything you want to do, to help you feel better?" He asks

"I dunno, any suggestions?" You ask.

"Well, you could take a shower, and I could order us some food. Then we could lay here and watch some movies?" He suggests.

"We could do that." You say.

"I'll order us some food then. Anything specific you want?" He asks.

"Just my favorite." You say.

"Got it." He says.

"I'm gonna go shower now." You say, getting out of bed.

"Alright. Don't rush." He says, then smiles at you.

You smile back, and grab a change of clothes before walking to the restroom.

After you do what you need to do, you join Nick back in bed. A while later, the food comes and he walks out to go grab it. He then comes back with the food, and you both eat while watching a movie.

For the rest of the night, you cuddle and watch movies. Eventually falling asleep while the TV is on.

#bad omens fic #bad omens fanfic #nick folio fic

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findroleplay · 1 year

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🧠 female, 22

pairings:

- male × female

- female x female

- female x non-binary

- female × trans masc/fem

i play as female in all :)

fandomless. 23-27 is my preferred age range for both characters.

all face claims accepted- though i do ask that you please refrain from using art/anime face claims. it's harder for my brain to imagine them whilst writing.

anyway, this may seem like a ramble (it totally is) but i had the idea of an established relationship roleplay, (which i know is a bummer to all slowburn lovers) but hear me out!!

an up and coming rockstar (can be apart of a band or a solo artist) is about to go on their very first ever tour. though they are excited about the opportunity to sing on stage and connect with their adoring fans, they are most excited to travel across america with the woman they have loved from the moment they met. the woman who believed in them most when their dreams of pursuing music came to light.

they have been together for three years. it's felt more like a lifetime, but in a good way. the rockstar is certain that they are soulmates in this life, all of the ones before, and all to come after. the way they so deeply connect with their girlfriend scares them, thrills them, bewitches them...

funnily enough, their girlfriend couldn't be any more opposite than them. she's a bubbly, sweet, ditsy girl who rarely wears anything that isn't pink or frilly, while they are hardly seen in any clothes that aren't black and are a bit rough around the edges, cold, and maybe even a little egotistical.

their girlfriend doesn't even know just how in control she is of them. if she's sad, they're sad. if she's angry, frustrated, hurting, they are too. if they could, they would give the entire world to her. with a shitty family and very few people to call friends, she is quite literally all that they have.

how will the rockstar and their girlfriend deal with crazed fans, the media, stalkers, paparazzi, death threats, and management trying to drive them apart?

rules:

- be literate

- be active

- use tumblr/discord. no email, kik, etc.

- and most of all, please let me know if down the road you’re no longer interested. getting ghosted leaves your partner feeling insecure and inept in their writing skills.

like/reblog and i’ll slide into your dms, lol

#roleplay #rp #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp

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prpfs · 1 year

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🧠 female, 22

pairings:

- male × female

- female x female

- female x non-binary

- female × trans masc/fem

i play as female in all :)

fandomless. 23-27 is my preferred age range for both characters.

all face claims accepted- though i ask that you please refrain from using art/anime face claims. it's harder for my lil brain to imagine them whilst writing.

anyway, this may seem like a ramble (it totally is) but i had the idea of an established relationship roleplay, (which i know is a bummer to all slowburn lovers) but hear me out!!

how will the rockstar and their girlfriend deal with crazed fans, the media, stalkers, paparazzi, death threats, and management trying to drive them apart?

rules:

- be literate

- be active

- use tumblr/discord. no email, kik, etc.

- and most of all, please let me know if down the road you're no longer interested. getting ghosted leaves your partner feeling insecure and inept in their writing skills.

like/reblog and i'll slide into your dms, lol

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#oc roleplay #oc rp #oc x oc #m/f #f/f #f/nb #f/tm #f/tf #nuclear

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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unrequited love

Description - you reunite with harry after some years, but lots has changed. except from your feelings towards him.

A/N - this is very angsty and it incorporates my dream of owning a flower shop, because seriously that would be perfect!! anyways hope you enjoy - it’s slightly edited from the wattpad version!

warnings : angst, swearing

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It was a slow Thursday.

'Flowers from Freya' was the name of the little florist you worked at. It was a cute corner shop on the main, but quiet, market street, in the paradox of a city it was situated in; London. The frail old woman, Freya, whom owned it had taken you under her wing when you'd told her that you were in desperate need for a job. It worked out in your favour, though, since you loved all things nature and flowers.

You'd been working there for over a year now, trying to conjure up enough money to go travelling, like you’d always dreamed of. You'd gone to university but found it heavily overrated, so you decided to drop out much to your parents disappointment. Your parents were so pushy that they never stopped for a minute to even ask what you actually wanted to do with your life, or what you were actually good at. Sure as hell wasn't Law, which was what they recommended you to study at university. What shambles that was.

Your parents had cut you off monetary wise, which made your respect for them lessen. You can’t just stop loving and providing for your child when they don’t want to do things your way. You hadn't spoken to them since the massive argument about the situation, and that was about a year ago too. It wasn't your fault for not wanting to spend 9 grand a year on a shitty education, so if you wanted to travel it would have to come out of your own funds.

The independence made you happy. Freya always paid you more than you expected each month, which you hated, but she always just passed it off as wanting to see you tour the world and experience life beyond The Big Smoke - beyond her little quaint flower shop on Heartwood Lane. And definitely beyond the country where your past kept you trapped.

You contently replaced the haggard, unidentifiable, flowers for the beautiful fresh smelling roses in a bucket of water ready to be put on display. Business had been slow today, no thanks to a new Sainsbury’s being built down the road and them selling flowers too, so you were just doing some house-keeping to pass the time. However, as you knelt on the floor to arrange the roses in their bucket, making them look more presentable, the happy chimes of the doorbell signified a new customer.

"Hello deary! How can I help you today?" You heard Freya ask, whom was most likely sat on her favourite wooden chair behind the desk.

Freya was old - 83 to be precise - but she never gave up with her passion for flowers and gardening. You’d visited her home garden once and you weren’t exaggerating when you say it was bigger than her actual house. It was beautiful too. Freya had planted trees upon trees, some being fern and some being fruit, bushes upon bushes, some being rose and some being berries, and she even had an exquisite pond with a running waterfall. For 83 years old, she was still pretty trendy.

"Hi! I'm actually looking for Y/N? She still works here right?" A woman's voice replied.

"Ah! Our Y/N is just around the corner, I believe." Freya told her, to which the lady thanked her. Freya always talked about you as if you were her own and it made you feel so special and.. wanted.

The customers soft shoes could be heard on the wooden shop floor, due to how quiet it was in here. There was the distant sounds of an 80s CD being played, but the machine through which it was being played through was so old you never understood which button could turn up the volume. It had been your idea to play some music throughout the store, but Freya had caught on that it was more for your pleasure than the customers - not that she minded one bit.

The shoes made their way around the corner as you finished placing the roses accordingly. "Y/N!" The anonymous woman cheered excitedly.

You turned your head up in shock to see one of your most favourite people in the world; Anne. Otherwise known as Harry’s mother, whom he was also known as 'boy-i've-had-a-crush-on-my-whole-life-but-have-never-had-the-balls-to-tell-him'. Harry was the most favourite person in the world - and yes, that didn't make sense to you either. Even after everything that’s changed over the past few years, he still held a very special place in your heart - even if you felt your heart small at the thought the recent past.

"Oh my gosh, Anne!" You quickly stood up and wiped your wet hands on your khaki apron, before engulfing her in a hug. "What are you doing here?"

You hadn't seen Anne in a couple of months, mainly because she lives further up North than you can physically afford to get to. It was always so good to see her - feeling a little more at home within her comfort. She was the mum you had but a billion times better. Anne had always cared for you from a young age, taking you on trips to the park with Harry and buying you ice-cream just because. Your actual mum was always too caught up in work to ever care to do any of that. That’s why you often thought of Anne as your better mum.

She stepped back from the warm hug, analysing herself to make sure your dirty apron hasn't left a stain on her lovely white shirt. "I'm back in town for Harrys' birthday party!" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion over why you’d ask such a silly thing, thinking that you'd just forgotten about the important date.

You'd certainly not forgotten it was his birthday. Turns out he was the one who'd forgotten to invite you. It wasn't hard for him to forget you. To him you were a nobody in his world - his high-life rockstar world.

You'd seen him about over a year ago now. Anytime you tried to reach out to him the call would always cut out, as if he'd blocked your number. You tried reaching out on social media; nothing. Email; nothing. Even letters; nothing. Turns out he lived over in L.A. now, so it wasn't like you could charge up to his front door and demand an explanation from him. You craved to be so mad at him, for abandoning you in such a heartless way, yet your goddamn feelings for him wouldn't leave you alone.

"Oh. That sounds nice." You replied, not wanting to show how hurt you were that your best friend, and crush, had not invited you to his birthday party. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, it hurt really bad.

"Don't tell me you didn't get invited." Anne’s face grew stern.

"Something like that." You raised your eyebrows and shrugged your shoulders .

Anne tutted and rubbed her hand over her forehead. "I specifically told her to invite you specifically."

Your heart warmed to the feeling that Anne hadn't forgotten you. "It's okay Anne." It took you a moment to process her words. "Wait... her?"

"Yes. Her. Honestly, Y/N, this new girlfriend of Harry’s is awful. She's nice to him and whenever she's around him, but as soon as you're one-on-one with her she's a beast." Anne shook her head, probably worried for her son. Anne was a good woman and a good mum so when she was worried, she was worried.

"And she was the one in charge of inviting people?" You asked.

"Of course! You don't know!" She said as if she just had a revelation. "It's a surprise party."

Oh, it made sense now.

"Is she American? Is she pretty?" You asked, rubbing your hand up and down your arm, letting your insecurities get the better of you.

"Yes and define pretty." She smirked, making you giggle at what she was implying.

"Compared to me, then?" You blushed. It wasn't that big of a deal when it came to talking about your deep adoration for Harry to Anne, seeing as all she ever goes on about is how great your children would look.

"Let's just say, they don't have my blessing like you and Harry do." She puts it simply, making your heart flutter at the words.

You were still curious as to what she looked like. She most likely was beautiful.

"Have you told him about your dislike for her?" You asked Anne, knowing how upfront and transparent she liked to be about these things.

"Of course." She sternly stated. "He just doesn't see what he's missing, yet." She warmly smiles, brushing some hair out of your face.

"Oh stop! Please!"

"So. This is me telling you you're invited, alright?" She rhetorically asked. "It's at the pub, down the road, the Red Lion is it? Tomorrow, at 7pm okay?"

"Sounds perfect." You beamed, even though you were slightly nervous to be meeting the girlfriend. You were going to be a jealous bitch all evening, you could already tell.

"And i'll take a bunch of flowers please?" She kindly asked.

"Oh you don't have to buy anything just because, Anne." You waved your hands in protest, knowing she was only buying them to support the business. To support you.

"Don't be silly. Anything to help you on that plane out of this bloody country!" She lightly joked, but deep down her words meant so much more. She knew how hard the past few years had been for you and manifested your travelling dreams even more than you did.

"Ok, then, what can I get for you today, love?" You put on your best customer service voice, making Anne laugh.

"What do you recommend?" She played along with your act.

"The roses are pretty lovely..."

••••

The next day had flown by pretty quickly. You were busy with customers all day in the shop. Friday’s always were extra busy for some reason.

Freya told you that you could head off early this afternoon to get ready for the party. She knew all about your feelings towards Harry, and she swore that if he ever stepped foot in her shop it would only be for you - otherwise he'd get kicked out. She hadn’t decided whether she liked him or not yet, but would let you know when she’d figured it out.

The road started to get busier in the afternoon and you suspected it was due to the pub only being down the road for Harry’s party. Guests probably wanted to get a decent, and free, parking space if possible. Luckily for you, you only lived down the road so would be fine with walking there. You didn’t quite understand why the party was here out of all the places in London, but you had an inkling that Anne might’ve chosen this pub and place - because it just so happened that it was the same place where you’d told her your feelings for Harry really blossomed. He had only been playing pool with his friends, just drinking a beer with the lads, but it was enough for your heart to know you loved him for someone different than your best friend.

"It's getting busy out there." You stated obviously, trying to start a conversation to shadow the nerves that were trying to swallow you whole.

"Will you stop that, pet!" Freya told you off, as you started biting your nails subconsciously.

"Sorry." You took your fingers away from your mouth. "I haven't seen him in over a year, Freya. What if he hates me now?"

"How could anyone hate you, pet?" She compliments making you roll your eyes and smile.

"And this girlfriend of his!" You dug your hands in to your hair out of frustration. You had no idea what you were in for tonight.

"Life has a funny way of making things work out in favour of those who deserve it." Freya spoke, with her wise terminology, like the true fairy godmother she was.

"Do you think I deserve it?" You asked curiously.

"It's more of a question of whether you think you deserve it." She replied and you groaned in frustration. Freya was smart, but she could never directly answer a question and sometimes it made your head hurt. Like now, for example. But yes, you thought you deserved a bit of happiness.

You spent the next half an hour constructing a bouquet of flowers for Harry, trying to remember what his favourites were. It included some fern leaves, lush white roses and his favourite; sunflowers. You didn't really have the time to order him anything else, and with the shops on this street you'd be lucky to find anything that wasn't from the 19th century. You made sure to bury a hand-written note in to the flowers. Freya had allowed you to use the freshest batch of flowers, in exchange for a an extra hour of work on tomorrow's shift. You looked at your masterpiece in satisfaction. Ithere was one thing you were good at, it was gifting a bouquet of flowers together. You made the plain and boring paper packaging look like the flowers were wrapped in pure gold.

"What do you think?" You asked Freya, who was working her way, tediously, through an intimidating spreadsheet of numbers.

"Oh Y/N, that looks beautiful!" She exclaimed, clutching her hands over her chest in awe.

"I know." You teased her, causing her to shake her head. She got back to her numbers as you got back to work. You placed the flowers in a bucket of water, ready for you to take home, whilst you went about changing the water in all the buckets - seeing as it was 3 days old now.

After you'd done that, taking a total of 48 minutes, you were about to start sweeping the floor before Freya stopped you. "Pet, you can go home early. I want you to get really glammed up for this ball, okay? Take pictures so you can show me tomorrow." It made you chuckle that she thought you were going to a ball, but nevertheless agreed to take many photos.

"Have a good night, Freya." You called out to her as you collected your coat and bag from the back office, and then your flowers for Harry. Thank goodness you were going to be inside the pub, this evening, considering it was raining the oceans out there.

"You too." She winked, knowing she meant having a good night with someone else - Harry.

••••

You had to admit you felt pretty fresh.

You made your way out of the shower with a towel wrapped tightly around your hair and another towel securely wrapped around your body. You'd applied your apple scented body wash, which had left you smelling sweet and fresh. Your shampoo softened the fruity smell with its lavender scent. You had to apply a little plaster to your sensitive legs since your razor decided to attack you, whilst you were peacefully singing along to the radio.

'Mother fucker!" You screamed as your straighteners scolded the back of your neck. You were always so careful with your straightening iron, but you decided that your clumsiness was down to the overbearing nerves of seeing Harry tonight. You continued to straighten your hair, despite the fresh burn. Evening out your hair, to make it look like a contained lions' mane, was the hardest part. You applied your everyday, routine makeup and headed to your closet to figure out an outfit.

You wanted to go casual, because that's what you felt the most comfortable in, but this was Harrys birthday and so you thought it would be best to put in a little effort tonight. Plus, Freya was expecting a fancy outfit from you. You started by putting on your mandatory underwear. You browsed through your skirts, trousers and overalls but ended up being drawn to your dresses. You played around with a few options before deciding on a dress that you'd worn on your first ever date, with a boy named Alfie. It was a gorgeous, black coloured dress with little white speckles dancing all over it. It was made out of a really comfortable, silky mesh material and had a fake tie feature at the front.

Oh how your mother wouldn't like this kind of dress, but it reminded you of a missing piece of innocence you lost; your first kiss.

You threw on a white cardigan and added some black Dr Martens, with your white knitted socks poking out of the top of the boots. On your way to the door you picked up your clutch, with all its vital necessities, and your flowers for Harry. Locking your door was a hassle, as the lock was always temperamental, but with a heavy pull and a solid bang you were satisfied.

The walk to the pub didn't take too long, especially since you were dashing to get out of the rain, as you only lived on the road behind the road the pub was on. Living where you lived also was great if you wanted an easy escape tonight. Which you were sure was likely going to happen.

The closer you got towards the pub the more nervous the butterflies in your stomach got. There were a lot of people outside the pub. Many, with their American accents, were people that you didn't know but you did recognise some of Harrys close mates.

"Y/N!" A lad shouted at you from where he was standing around a table, beers resting in all the guys hands as more littered the umbrella-sheltered table. You walked over, noticing it was Harry’s best mates from your old school. Max had been the one to shout you over.

"Hi Max! Lovely to see you again" You approached the table with open arms and he engulfed you in a large and manly hug.

"And you. It's been what? 3 years or so since we've last seen you?" He asked, stepping back.

"Yeah, something like that!" You said in shock of how long it had been. "Hi Alex." You went to give another man a hug. It took you about 5 minutes to get around the group of guys, just having a quick catch-up. Some of them now had wives, some had husbands, some had babies, some had kitten. It was crazy to think that these people were the same ones as they were 3 years ago.

"Alright, i'm going to find Harry." You gestured towards the door to the pub.

"Good luck." Max rolled his eyes as he took a swig of his beer.

"Why?" You laughed at his lack of enthusiasm.

"Lets just say the girlfriend doesn't like him hanging around other people." Alex added, dragging out the word 'girlfriend' with disgust.

"That bad huh?" You seriously asked, really not liking this girl before even meeting her.

"Why couldn't you just have dated him Y/N?" Another lad, George, whined, making you laugh and shake your head.

"I'm going to go, before the girlfriend hears and I get in trouble!" You joked and promised them you'll return to speak with them later, really having missed the boys from up North. Shame that your budget didn't allow for trips up to see them.

You wandered in to the surprisingly light and modern looking pub. The walls were all sparkling white and there were beautiful wooden, oak beams running along the ceiling in parallel formation. There was a roaring fire, crackling away in the corner, filling the room with warmth to escape the chilling weather outside. The barman was heavily busy with customers calling for pints of lager left, right and centre.

You politely greeted some people that you sort of knew, because of Harry, but insisted on finding the man himself before anyone else. You spotted Anne, before Harry, and thought that she was a good place to start looking for the birthday boy.

"Anne!" You called out to her, from where she was stood at the bar talking to an elderly woman. The woman was dressed in a silky bodycon dress, with an embarrassingly large, orange, feather jacket stuffed on over the top. Her make-up was done so excessively too, it was hard to even tell what her face might look like without it.

Anne turned around to the sound of your voice and her eyes lit up at the sight of you, looking relieved to see you.

"Y/N, my dear! So glad you game." She took you in for a hug and talked in to your ear.

"So glad i'm here." You replied as she pulled away. You looked towards the elderly woman and back to Anne, hoping she would introduce her to you.

"Oh, Y/N. This is Katherine, with a K. Katherine this is Y/N." Anne introduced you. You held out your arms to give her a hug but she just lightly grabbed on to your fingers to give them a pathetic hand shake. Noted; Katherine doesn't appreciate physical contact.

"How do you two know each other?" Katherine asked, her American accent catching you off guard. No way was she the girlfriend… She was old and.. just not what you ever thought Harry’s type was.

"She's best friends with my son." Anne proudly told her, resting her firm arm around your shoulders.

"Just best friends I would hope." Katherine spoke condescendingly. She sure seemed like the bitch everyone was talking about.

"Yup." Unfortunately - you added in your head. Anne squeezed your shoulder in comfort.

"I'm going to the restrooms." She announced like anybody actually cared. Once she had gone Anne sat down on a bar stool in defeat.

"Was that the girlfriend?" You asked carefully. Anne shook her head, which was palmed in her hand and laughed.

"No. You'll know when you've met the girlfriend. That's her mum." You didn't know whether to be relieved that Harry wasn't in fact dating an OAP or scared at the fact the girlfriend was, apparently, worse than her mum.

"I still haven't seen Harry, yet." You said, looking around to try and catch a glimpse of the curly headed freak.

"No surprise there." She mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"What do you mean?" You asked, sitting on the barstool opposite her.

"I mean that I haven't seen Harry either, yet. Well, i've seen him in passing but he was too busy being lead to the toilets with the girlfriend that I couldn't even say hello." Anne sadly said. You could see the tears in her eyes too and your heart broke for her. Harry really fucked up by choosing this bitch to be his girlfriend. Even when you find out what her name is you decided you’d still call her bitch, because that suited her better. The fact she's worse than her mum too... "I just miss my baby." Anne shook her head to try and discard her tears, but they weren't leaving.

You'd has enough of this.

You didn't mind that Harry didn't keep in contact with you, for whatever bullshit reason, but not being polite and hanging out with his friends or even with his goddamn mother was something else. Something that you weren't happy about.

You passed the flowers to Anne and stood up from the barstool. "Here hold these a minute." You say, taking off your clutch that's draped over your shoulder and hand it her, too.

"What are you doing?" Anne asks.

"I'm going to go find my dickhead of a best friend and set his priorities straight. You, being number one." You firmly told her, leaving her sat at the barstool before she could protest.

You head to the back of the pub, knowing you have a strong chance of finding him back here. You stormed past the cheerful guests, not feeling the same as them, and towards the toilets. You walked down the grey painted hallway and towards the toilets. You shoved open the girls toilets first but finding nothing, except from a girl applying lipgloss to her already heavily painted lips. You rolled your eyes at her and quickly left the room as fast as you entered. You proceeded to the men's toilets next. You barged in and saw Alex stood at the urinals.

"Omg i'm so sorry Alex!" You throw your hand over your eyes. Alex laughing in the process. You heard his zipper being done up and tore your hand away from your eyes, relieved to see him washing his hands.

"Are you drunk?" Alex laughed at you.

"Wha- Oh the mens toilets!" You stupidly answer, pointing to the drawing of a man on the door. "Yeah, no i'm not drunk. I'm just really pissed off and trying to find Harry." You smiled, still holding the door wide open.

"Harry, hey? You really must be ticked off if you're calling him Harry!" He finished washing his hands, making his way over to the door and signalling for you to exit before him. You’d always called Harry ‘H’ in front of his friends and him himself, but only when you were ticked off at him would you call him Harry.

"You have no idea." You roll your eyes and laughed along. You both exit and closed the door behind you, before hearing a disappointing chuckle behind you.

"Couldn't even say happy birthday to me before shagging my best mate, could you?" You turned around, fists clenched, to be met with the man of the hour. How dare that be the first thing he say to you after a year.

God. Why did he have to look so fucking perfect when you were trying to be mad at him? He was dressed in a basic white t-shirt, black skinny jeans and a little bandana around his neck, and yet he still made it seem like he was in Paris Fashion Show. His hair was gorgeously dishevelled and the light gave the perfect glow on to his angelic face.

"Woah H! I didn't touch her. She was looking for you." Alex defended you, putting his hands up in mercy.

"No it's alright Alex. Let him think what he wants to think." You calmed yourself, remembering why you were even in this situation in the first place.

"Hiya love." Harry winked at you, which pissed you off because he didn’t see how much of a prick he was being.

"I'm not your ‘love’ today, Harry." You spat out. He looked a bit taken aback, probably because you've never called him Harry with such venom before. He was always H, or sunshine, to you and it was like a slap in the face to head you call him anything else.

"What have I done?" He shouted back, raising his voice.

You stepped forwards to him and pushed him back slightly with your hand against his toned chest. You were never rough, or even confrontational, but seeing Anne upset tonight had struck a nerve and you had to do something about it. It was taking all of your strength right now to not wrap your arms around his loving torso and bury yourself in the depths of his chest, listening to his warm and gentle heartbeat against your ear. You'd missed him terribly and this wasn't the reunion you were hoping for. It really didn't help that he smelt impeccable, either. It surprised you that he was wearing a cheap Lynx spray, that you used to buy him all the time - and still do at Christmas - rather than the expensive Gucci shit he could buy himself. He smelt like memories. He smelt like home.

"Great question." You sarcastically answered. "How about you being an ass and not keeping in contact with me over the past year? How about you acting like a stranger to your best friends?" You turned to point at Alex, who was awkwardly stood behind you with his hands in his pockets. "How about you being a jerk to your own mum, Harry?" You turned back to him. He wasn't looking at you anymore. He couldn't. "How about you losing yourself for some fake model-wannabe from America?" Your last question brought Harrys attention back to you.

"So this is all because you're jealous?" Harry stupidly said.

Your eyebrows furrowed with fury, but couldn't bite back because someone else did.

"Everything alright babe?" A high-pitched, American, voice came from around the back of Harry. When she popped out from behind Harry she looked exactly how you expected. Fake. You could see it so clearly in her eyes that she had no love inside of her, or for Harry.

Her nails were manicured to perfection, unlike your stress-bitten ones. Her eyes were glowing, unlike your dull and tired ones. Her skin was flawless, unlike your slightly acne scarred skin. Her lips were full, unlike yours. Her figure was the ideal hour-glass one, unlike your uniquely curvy one. Her dress sense was designer, unlike your charity bought one. You understood why Harry would go for someone like her, who ticked all the boxes, and not someone like you. You were never someone to be self-conscious, until this moment.

"The girlfriend?" You asked, turning to question Alex who nodded at you sympathetically.

Fuck sake.

"And who are you supposed to be?" The girlfriend asked sneeringly, latching on to Harrys arm. You could literally smell the jealousy smoking off of her.

"Y/N." You answered, not really wanting to get in to a conversation with this Hollywood phoney.

"Oh! You're the infamous Y/N." She narrowed her eyes at you, making you question what she was talking about.

You turned away from her and directed your attention back to Harry. "Don't you think you should maybe apologise to your mates and your mum, Harry?" You asked hopefully.

"Why would he need to apologise? My baby's done nothing wrong." The girlfriend put on a baby voice at the end, sounding really patronising. Oh how you wanted to pull hard on her extensions and fling her far across the room. Far away from you and even further away from Harry.

"He's been an arsehole to his best mates and his own mother, darling, that's what he's done wrong." You turned to face her since she wouldn't shut up.

"But it's his birthday." She dumbly stated.

"I couldn't care less if this was his wedding day. He knows he's in the wrong, but you've inflated his ego too much and now he thinks that it doesn't matter." You tried to keep calm, but your balling fists claimed otherwise.

"I know you think that you and my boyfriend are close, but let me tell you princess. You're nothing to him compared to me. I don't even remember inviting you to this party." She said smugly, making you scoff in response.

You looked to see if Harry was going to defend you, his day-one-best-friend, but no he was going to stand with his blonde bimbo instead. Coward.

"I don't think that much of myself anyways, love, so don't feel like you're making me feel bad about myself. Anne invited me, for the record." You said and moved on, quickly, to Harry. "You know her? The woman you've dismissed for so long and whom you walk all over without a goddamn care in the world?" Still nothing from him. "She's your mum for God sake Harry!" You shouted to him, hoping to get through to him.

"You need to back off bitch. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to leave." The girlfriend pushed your shoulder slightly, probably because you were too close to Harry for her liking.

"Fine, i'll leave. Just don't expect me to ever willingly see you again, Harry. Unlike you, i'll respect when i've pushed boundaries or hurt someone." You looked at Harry as you spoke, but he couldn’t make eye contact with you. "And as for you." You turned to face the bitch of the century, who was towering over you in her ridiculous heels. "I hope you take care of Harry. He has a good heart and he deserves to be treated with love and kindness, not the poison I can see you carry. Don't hurt him."

You turned to nod at Alex, signifying you were done with them. You looked over your shoulder, just the once, and caught glimpses of Alex and Harry talking. It made you smile, even if they could've been arguing.

You walked back to Anne, who was still sat at the bar, now with Gemma. You felt like complete shit. Harry hadn’t stood up for you and hadn’t even acknowledged that what you were saying was true. You felt like you’d finally lost your best friend.

You snook up behind Gemma and hugged her from behind, making her flinch to your touch. "Oh my god, Y/N!" Gemma squealed when she saw you, after turning her head over her shoulder.

"Hello to the better Styles!" You laughed as she swizzled around in her chair to engulf you in a hug.

"Don't get me started on that idiot." She rolled her eyes and took an impressive gulp out of her wine glass, making Anne smile - at least she was happier.

"So what happened?" Anne asked you, raising her own drink to her lips.

"Oh you know, the usual. Losing the best friend, getting verbally attacked by the crazy girlfriend and then being kicked out of the pub by said crazy girlfriend." You stuck your thumbs up for sarcastic effect.

Anne and Gemma both had very pissed off faces.

"Wha—" Gemma started, but then you hear a clearing of a throat behind you so she stopped. You turned around to see Harry stood there, without the girlfriend.

"Sorry. I was just leaving." You said picking up your bag that Anne was still guarding.

"Actually I want you to be here for this. I was going to ask someone to film it if you weren't here, but you are so…" He awkwardly waved which almost earns a chuckle from you. Almost.

You sighed and nodded your head gently before he stepped forward, once, towards Anne.

"Hi mum." Harry starts, looking and sounding very nervous.

"Hi love." She warmly smiles, and you couldn't get over how big her heart was. She truly was the kindest woman on the planet. You aspired to be like her someday.

"I want to start off by saying two words that I know mean absolute shit without actions; I'm sorry." He began, the mere sound of the words coming out of his mouth making your heart flutter. "I have been the worst son recently that might've actually existed in this lifetime, but I promise you i'm going to change." He cupped his mums shaking hands in his, making your heart swell even more. "I love you mum." He finished by bringing her hands up for him to kiss.

"I know, sweetheart. I know." She brought him in for a tight hug.

You were proud of him. I mean, you were pissed that you'd had to say something to him for it to get across to him - but still proud.

You watched Gemma get in on the hug, and you took that as your queue to leave. You made sure to move the flowers slightly, so they were in their line of vision more so Anne could give them to him without you intruding. You quietly walked out of the pub and past the buzzed guests. You waved to Max and the mates on the way out, telling them to enjoy the rest of their evening and that Harry was available if they wanted to play catch up.

The rain was awful and you could barely see 10 meters in front of you it was that heavy. You cursed yourself for not bringing an umbrella, but then again the rain sort of made you feel alive.

Apart from looking like a drowned rat, having lost your bestest friend, feeling like utter shit after being compared to the girlfriend and just receiving a message from your heating company saying you forgot to pay this month and so your heating was being switched off until you do, you thought today was average.

Your tears were strong, but you kept them contained. You didn’t want to cry for someone that didn’t need or love you anymore. You felt empty and at a loss, something you’d felt too many times in your lifetime and yet something that still burned your chest with heartache all the same. You just wanted to be loved.

Tonight had shown you just how quickly things can change in your life. It showed you how important family was and how important friends were just as much. You wished you had that kind of love and happiness, but all you could do was mooch of other peoples love. Tonight had shown you you worth, or maybe lack of.

It made you think about just how easy it is for you to lose somebody you thought you’d have forever.

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jennamacaroni · 2 years

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67 and 70 please. Hacks obviously

prompt list, fluff #67: “Aw, you’re blushing.” and 70. “I don’t want to forget this moment.”

Ava is dreaming about Deborah on stage, black sequin blazer glittering like a disco ball as she obliterates another misogynist, when she is pulled back into consciousness by something poking repeatedly at her left foot. She kicks in retaliation, hard.

“Ow!”

At the realization there’s someone in her hotel room, Ava screams and blindly kicks harder through the comforter, connecting again with the intruder.

“Ow, stop! Ava! It’s me, jesus christ, who are you, Ronaldo?”

At the muffled sound of Deborah’s voice, Ava scrambles to pull off the Deborah Vance branded sleep mask with built-in noise canceling headphones she’d been wearing and props herself up against the pillows. It was still pitch dark in the room, the only light coming from Deborah’s iPhone flashlight currently pointed directly at Ava’s face and subsequently blinding her. “Fuck! D? Are you okay? What… can you point that somewhere else? Fuck.”

And then it hits Ava like a truck: Deborah found out about the email and she’s about to be smothered with a shitty overstuffed pillow covered in other people’s skin cells and left for dead in a Hilton Garden Inn somewhere in the middle of the Arizona desert. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Deborah redirects the light to the sheets still covering most of Ava’s body and Ava blinks rapidly, as if that would help her pupils adjust any faster. “I tried texting, calling, and knocking. Not my fault you sleep like the dead. Get up. We’re hitting the road.”

Deborah doesn’t sound angry and she hasn’t been hit yet, so Ava feels fractionally less like throwing up.

“What? What time is it?” Ava rubs at her eyes, trying to gauge Deborah’s expression in the near pitch darkness.

“Five.”

“You’ve got to be joking.”

“Not this time.”

“We only got here three hours ago! We need to have a talk about boundaries and you keeping a keycard to my room if we’re going to keep doing this.”

“We’ll discuss it. Now c’mon, let’s go,” Deborah orders, gesturing at the majority of Ava’s suitcase that is strewn all over the furniture of Ava’s room. “Are you always like this? You’re an even bigger slob than DJ.”

Insults before the sun is up has to be a new record. Ava can’t even remember what city they’re in. “Wow okay, listen, you only gave me an hour to pack for a cross-country tour and half my clothes I had to pull out of the dryer! They’re air-drying!”

“In crumpled piles? You are inept.”

Ava’s eyes are finally adjusting to the darkness and Deborah appears to be already dressed and made up, though with significantly less makeup than she would with anything on the schedule in Las Vegas. She’s wrapped in the fur-lined coat from the funeral and Ava has to swallow at the sudden tightness of her throat. Her dad is still–

She’s distracted from the acute grief by peering at Deborah’s feet. “Are those sneakers?”

Deborah pops her heel and shines the flashlight beam down, illuminating dark knit Nikes with a flawlessly clean white sole. And she’s in sweatpants, what the hell?

“Deb, I’m shook!”

Deborah swings the light back at Ava and she has to shade her eyes, squinting at Deborah’s outline.

“Shook? I didn’t even touch you. Where the hell did you even get that thing?” Deborah asks, gesturing to the sleep mask tangled at Ava’s hip. It’s wrapped in black satin with an elegant cursive Deborah Vance stitched in shiny gold.

“Oh Marcus keeps all your QVC prototypes in that weird ass Christmas room of yours. He let me go through it once and I snagged this gem. It’s going to be perfect for the bus. I can drown out both light and your snoring.”

Deborah snorts loudly but doesn’t deny it. Ava’s teased her mercilessly on and off since their nap at Seven Graces. “Fuck off.”

“Like a trucker.”

“Shut up and move it.” When Ava doesn’t get up, Deborah swats at her leg. “C’mon there’s somewhere I want to go and it’s time-sensitive.”

Ava finally reaches across the nightstand and turns on the bedside lamp, washing the room in soft yellow. And damn, Deborah Vance in light makeup, an ankle length fur coat, her natural hair, and sweatpants is really a vision. “D, this casual look is doing something for me,” Ava says, fanning herself.

“Ava, for fuck’s sake, let’s go!”

“Aw, you’re blushing!”

Deborah doesn’t respond, just turns away and starts gathering Ava’s clothes, tossing them in the general direction of the open suitcase.

_____

“Do we at least have time for matcha?” Ava asks, leaning her head against the Rolls’s passenger side window and closing her eyes again. Deborah is speeding, as usual, across the dark open highway.

“No, but we can stop after. And stay awake, we’re almost there.”

“Where exactly is–” Ava opens her eyes to a brightly illuminated Grand Canyon National Park sign and her heart clenches. She’s tearing up instantly. Her dad had always wanted to go to the Grand Canyon, but her mom was always too paranoid to fly and now he’d never get to. She’d told Deborah last night as they crossed the border from Nevada into Arizona.

“You said you’d never been. So we’re going.” Deborah’s voice is so soft and Ava is now full-on ugly crying.

Deborah pays the entrance fee in cash with exact change and they pull into a nearly empty parking lot. The sky is just beginning to lighten from black to light blue as Deborah shifts into park and reaches for Ava’s hand, squeezing it quickly. It’s a short walk to the overlook point and Ava takes the time to mop at the snot dripping from her nose with the sleeve of her favorite olive Carhartt jacket. The horizon is just starting to glow golden as she zips it up to her chin and joins Deborah a few paces from the railing along the canyon edge.

“I don’t know how you operate on so little sleep,” Ava says, yawning, “but thank you. For this.”

“Thank you for just picking up and leaving like that. I know it was sudden.”

It had barely been two days back in Vegas after Boston before Deborah decided to fuck the planning and head out on the road just the two of them. Damian and Marcus could pull the details together in the background while Deborah worked open mic nights in shitty comedy clubs and bars throughout the southwest, working to hone the new material.

“I know it’s hard. Change.”

Deborah doesn’t answer, but purses her lips. She hadn’t taken well to losing her residency, and the shitty review in the Sun of her final show was the final straw.

Ava thinks again about telling Deborah about the email as the first true glimpse of the sun peeks over the far edge of the canyon, illuminating a sliver of striated red earth. They stand there in silence as the sky continues to lighten and change blue to orange and pink and back to blue again, revealing more and more of the great canyon they stand at the precipice of.

“The last time I saw a sunrise I was totally fucked up on PCP at Coachella.”

Deborah snorts and it’s Ava’s favorite. Besides the cackle, of course. “Lovely.”

“This is better.”

It’s an impossible feeling standing there on the edge of something so vast, the Colorado river cutting shimmering and snaking through the canyon floor below. She feels infinite and miniscule all at once. And even with the email lingering, Ava can’t help but feel like this is the start of something incredible between her and Deborah.

“I don’t want to forget this moment,” Ava says, turning to Deborah who continues to stare out at the sunrise.

“It really is beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Ava agrees, not looking away from Deborah’s profile. “It is.”

Eventually the colors begin to settle, the sky a bright blue, and both Ava and Deborah are shivering.

“Should we snuggle for warmth?” Ava asks, wagging her eyebrows.

Deborah answers with an eye roll. “Dream on.”

“Oh, I will.”

Deborah pivots on her heel and starts back towards the car, beckoning Ava behind her. “I know, honey. Kiki told me about your sex-ish dream.”

Ava gasps. “Traitor!”

“Do you want that matcha or not?”

#prompts with friends #Anonymous #hacks #hacks hbo #ty for the prompt anon <3 #i really love them also let us not forget that photo of them at the grand canyon #literally i need it framed in my house #i'll fix typos later

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tobesoalive · 3 years

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r u mine? (Jake Kiszka x reader)

hey guys...so this was fun to write, thank you to the kind anon who requested it! I currently have some fun (and steamy) Josh stuff in the works right now, but still feel free to send in requests! I might slow down a little with posting since my classes started, but I promise to get to every request! Enjoy my first Jake piece!

Warnings: SMUT(oral f-recieving, fingering, penetrative sex)

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you headed down the hallway backstage, about to go out and face the crowd of thousands of fans. No you weren't a huge famous musician or anything, just their photographer. Basically the same thing right?

For the past three weeks you had been enjoying life on the road, it had always been your dream to be a concert photographer, and your work had caught the attention of a little band called Greta Van Fleet. Well, not exactly little. Their fan base grew everyday and now they were doing yet another headlining tour that they asked you to document. Over the past few months you had been in contact with the guys and their management, and you guys hit it off instantly, they brought you under their wing as if you were part of the family.

You basically were all one big family, you had gotten extremely close to the boys. Josh, Sam and Danny were like your brothers, and Jake...he was a little different.

Brother would be an odd way to describe him, seeing as you had a bit of a crush on him. Nothing super serious, you just thought he was a cool guy who also happened to be really fucking hot. You thought he might have a little something for you too, he was always asking you how you liked the show, and when he’d catch you editing the photos you took he’d sit himself right next to you and ask if you’d show him what you were working on. He was constantly complimenting your work, but that would mostly be in private, when he’d seek you out if he couldn’t sleep. You surely weren’t complaining, you enjoyed his company. You just wish he would say something, or even better, make a move. You could be taking his actions the wrong way, he does have tons of women who want him all around the country, maybe he does just think of you as a sister. Whatever thoughts you had about Jake you’d just push to the back of your mind, you had a job to do, and your work was more important than getting laid.

You went in front of the barricade and took some photos of the crowd and talked to fans. They liked to ask you questions about the guys and what it was like touring with them. You always tried to make them feel special by saying how thankful the guys were, which wasn’t a lie, to have such amazing fans.

All of a sudden you heard some of the fans start screaming wildly. They were chanting Jake’s name, and you turned your head only to briefly meet his eyes from the side of the stage where he was standing. Within a second he was gone, most likely rushing backstage to avoid any further commotion from the audience.

What was that all about? You thought to yourself. Did he sneak over there to just look at me? Maybe he wanted to talk or something. That can happen later, it was only a few minutes until the show started, so you wanted to snap a few more shots of the crowd before running all over during the show to catch the right angles.

During the show you had a great time, as per usual. You loved being right up front, taking photos of the guys doing what they loved. You went backstage to get some photos from the wings. Jake was about to do his signature move, playing his guitar behind his head, and you were ready to capture the moment. Right as you snapped the photo, Jake turned and winked at you, arms thrown behind his head, somehow managing to play the notes of “Highway Tune” whilst flirting with you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you felt an intense need for him. Quickly you ran back out to the front of the stage to capture a few more moments before the show was over.

“God fucking dammit, I’m in deep” you muttered to yourself, before heading to the green room to congratulate the guys on the awesome show. You slipped through the crew heading on stage to clean up the equipment, turning a corner and bumping directly into Jake.

“Oh sorry! Great job out there tonight!” you say, trying your best not to blush. What was wrong with you, it was like you were a school girl or something.

“Thanks y/n! Did you get some good shots?”

“No, I made sure to get really shitty photos, especially of you”

“Are you being sarcastic?! Now that is something new!” he teased you.

“I just know how much you enjoy my sense of humor! I like to give back to the fans y’know” you quip back, causing him to break out into a smile.

“Hey the guys and quite a bit of the crew is gonna head out and probably find a bar or something once we’re done cleaning up. You wanna join?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I might just keep it lowkey tonight, I’d prefer to edit the photos tonight so I can explore whatever city we’re going to tomorrow.”

“Totally understandable, well I’ll catch you later!”

“Yeah for sure!” you say as you go off to find the rest of the guys.

After about a half hour of chatting and checking in with the rest of your tour mates, you decided it was time to change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night staring at your computer screen, trying to edit as many photos as you can before inevitably passing out.

Getting onto the bus you shared with some other crew members, you kicked your Vans off before checking to see if anyone else was around. Seems like they all were opting to go out after the show, which meant you got the whole place to yourself. You traded out your concert outfit for a pair of shorts and a hoodie, getting prepared for your lengthy editing session.

You made yourself at home on the couch towards the front of the bus, turning on your speaker and playing music as loud as you wanted, getting straight to work.

It had felt like only a minute when you heard a knock on the door, but after checking your clock you realized an hour had already gone by. You peeked out the window only to see Jake’s figure standing there.

“Jacob! What’s up? I thought you were going to the bar?” you said as you opened the door to let him in.

“That show wore me out”

“Yeah you did amazing, I mean like you usually do” you say, stumbling over your words and internally punching yourself. God you were not smooth at all.

“Seems like we are some of the very few who decided to stay back, I was getting lonely in that tour bus.”

“Well you’re always welcome here, I was just doing some editing.”

“Wow you’re a pretty big nerd aren’t you? You know you should take a break every once and a while, I feel like you’re constantly working.”

“Well it’s not that hard when you love your job” you tell him.

“I guess that's true, can I see what you’re working on?”

“Yeah of course” you say while making your way back to the couch, Jake plopping down next to you.

“Damn that’s fucking awesome” he remarks, looking at the image on your screen. It’s the one of him playing the guitar behind his head, and winking right at you.

“I know! Thanks for being such a good model” you tell him with a small laugh.

“The guys and management are really impressed with your work. We’ve already been talking about having you come on the European leg of the tour with us.”

“Are you for real?!” you ask in awe, giddy with excitement. You absolutely loved this job and the people, and the thought that you could travel the world to do it was a dream come true.

“Yeah, don’t tell anyone though, I don’t want to get my ass beat for it.”

“Oh my god Jake I could literally kiss you!” you exclaimed, before you had even realized what you said.

You tried your best to play it off before your thoughts were interrupted by Jake’s voice.

“I wish you would”

“Huh” you stop for a second before turning to face him.

“Listen y/n, I think you’re really cool, and you also happen to be really hot. Sorry, maybe I was interpreting things wrong. I just thought if you felt the same it might be fun. It doesn’t have to be anything serious, I just get lonely on the road and -”

Before he could say another word, you took it upon yourself to answer his question, leaning in to capture his lips in a soft kiss. You pull back and look him in the eyes, closing your laptop and setting it on the counter.

“God I’m glad you finally said something, I think everyone was starting to sense the sexual tension” you grin at him.

“Well all I could think about on stage was fucking your brains out, so sorry if I’m not too great at hiding it” he says before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss, to which you open your mouth to let his tongue slip in.

You move yourself so that you’re straddling his lap, your lips moving perfectly in rhythm as Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background.

“Wow it seems like you were almost expecting this to happen” he teases you.

“Shut up and fuck me Kiszka” you say before he flips you so you’re now beneath him.

His fingers find their way under your shirt, reaching up to cup your breast. He pinched your nipple before quickly tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Can this come off?” he breathed into your mouth.

“Yes please” you said before he pulled it off you, exposing your bare chest to him. You felt very self conscious, it had been a little while since you had gotten naked with anyone.

“Hey don’t be shy, you’re gorgeous” he said before connecting your lips once more before he stood up to remove his shirt and shorts, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. You tried your best to not look at his growing bulge, but it was hard to resist.

Suddenly he was kneeling on the ground, body in between your spread legs.

“Jake you really don’t have to” “Oh trust me, I want to, '' he says before running his fingers up and down over your clothed core, moving his fingers to the waistband of your shorts, pulling your panties down with them.

“God you’re so fucking sexy” he mutters before expertly pressing the pad of his thumb onto your clit, his other hand pushing on your thigh to keep your legs spread.

“Fuck, Jake, I need more” you groan, your arousal now dripping between your folds.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I’ve got you”

Those words alone probably could have made you cum, but then Jake entered a finger into you, causing your hands to tangle in his long hair, slightly pulling.

“Goddamn babe you’re tight” he said, looking at you in awe before adding another finger and leaning down to toy your clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers were pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm, and every so often he’d curl them to perfectly hit your g-spot.

“Jake you need to stop or else I’m gonna cum” you say as you pull his head back, looking him in the eyes.

“That’s okay” he reassures you.

“No, when I cum I want it to be around you” you say.

“Fucking hell y/n” he groans out in a raspy voice.

You get up and kiss him before pushing him down on the couch, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. You tug at the waistband, and he lifts his hips up to assist you. You took a moment to admire his length before wrapping your hand around it. He was a couple inches above average, with a nice girth to him. His head tipped back in bliss as you continued to give him a few more strokes before positioning yourself above him, running his tip back and forth across your slit. Slowly, you sank yourself down onto him, taking as much of him in as you could.

“Fuck fuck fuck Jake, you’re really fucking big” you breath out, only able to fit about half of him in you at this angle.

“Just do what you can baby” he says before softly pressing a kiss on your forehead, telling you that it was okay.

You started moving yourself up and down on him as best you could, starting to adjust more to his size. The stretch burned but slowly started turning more pleasurable.

After a few minutes your legs were starting to hurt and his length slipped out of you.

“Will you fuck me from behind?” you blurt out, sweat running between the valley of your breasts.

“I’d be honored” Jake responds, offering a smile before getting up.

He moves you so that your hands are on the back of the couch, holding you steady and your knees rest on the edge of the sofa, sticking your ass out towards Jake. You can hear him move behind you, hands finding their way to your ass, before you feel him run his tip up and down your slit once again.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod in response and instantly feel him push his way into you, letting you adjust for a second before pushing the rest of his length in you.

“Oh my fucking god Jake” you say as you bury your head in the couch cushions, his dick hitting a spot in you that you didn’t even know was there.

“Oh god you’re doing so good baby girl, taking all of my cock.” he says as he begins to pump in and out of you, starting off slow but gradually picking up the pace.

It feels amazing, better than you had imagined. You wanted him to stay in you forever, make you see stars all the time. Within a minute you were contracting around him, nearing your edge.

“Jake I’m almost there, please faster”

“Me too baby, me too” he says as he starts thrusting even faster than before, wrapping his arm around you to toy with your clit.

All it takes is a few more pumps and you can feel him explode inside you, groaning your name loudly and leaning over your back, but still circling your clit with his fingers. It’s enough to bring you to your peak, walls contracting around him, burying your head in your arms. Once you’ve both come down you stay in that position for a minute, before he pulls out of you and collapses on the couch, pulling you into his chest.

“That was way better than I imagined” he breathes out, hand stroking your hair.

“Oh so you’ve thought about this before? That's embarrassing” you say in a sarcastic tone.

“Hey I’m sure you aren’t so innocent yourself” he says smiling down at you.

“We should probably get dressed, I’m sure your brothers and the other goons will be stumbling in anytime now.” you tell him as you get up and search for your clothes.

“You’re probably right. Hey, let's do this again sometime” he says, cheeks going red.

“Hmm...I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule” you respond, giving him a quick wink.

These next few months surely were going to be an adventure, and you didn’t want to miss a second.

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viperbarnes · 3 years

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!Minors are not permitted to interact with this blog! Works with sexual content will be marked by an asterisk [*]. If you are looking for a oneshot from my backlog of content, and it is not yet uploaded here, feel free to message me and I will be happy to provide you with a link.

Bucky Barnes Works

Multichaptered Series

[Works with three or more chapters.]

Normal Girl* [Ongoing] A chance meeting leaves you certain you’ve just met the love of your life, and even better, you’re pretty sure he feels the same way… Now you just need to figure out a way to tell him you’re not as normal as he thinks you are…

Nerve || [Completed] Bucky agrees to run security for a Popstar after several serious threats are made against her life. Neither of you are very happy about it.

Firsts* || [Ongoing] A collection of ‘firsts’ in your relationship with Bucky.

Worst First Date || [Ongoing] Just about the only thing you and your surprise blind date had in common was that you didn’t want to be here. Still, neither of you got this far in life by quitting, even if that means enduring run-ins with your shitty ex-boyfriend, a revenge plot orchestrated by the Russian mafia, and maybe, just maybe, getting a second date by the end of night.

Do You Trust Me? || [Ongoing] A mission in remote Siberia goes terribly wrong, leaving you stranded with the Winter Soldier instead of Bucky. What’s worse, he believes you to be his handler, leaving it up to you to make sure you both get home safely, while protecting Bucky from those who would enslave him again.

Starlight || [40s/AU Complete] You’d grown up chasing after your brother and his best friend all your life. Now that they’ve both returned from war, it seems Bucky the one finally chasing after you.

Fifty First Dates || [40s AU/Ongoing] Bucky Barnes has found his perfect girl, the only trouble is, she can’t remember who he is. That’s alright though, if he has to wake up everyday and meet her for the ‘first’ time, he absolutely will.

The Itch* || [Ongoing] “It seems whatever suppressants HYDRA pumped you with over the years have flushed out of your system at last… you aren’t sick, Sergeant Barnes. You’re an Alpha who hasn’t known an Omega in more than 80 years.” An ABO AU

Oneshots

[Standalone stories, some that may have connected parts, but can be enjoyed individually.]

Cure // Another Cure* Boy meets girl. Boy talks about girl to his therapist. The Long Last Summer* With Steve off in America again, Bucky finds himself doing his own version of a USO tour through Italy, boosting morale and friendship, or so they tell him. However, a new stationing in the tiny town of Montecarra gives him more reason to want to stay, when he becomes quickly whisked away by wild, carefree and exuberant you. You Are In Love You can hear it in the silence. You can feel it on the way home. You can see it with the lights out, you are in love.

The Family || [40's Mafia AU] Bucky returns home from the war and finds himself with a lifetime’s worth of mistakes to make up for. You aren’t going to make it easy for him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Roses & Thorns || [40's AU] All your life you’d wanted to get away from your sleepy little Irish hometown. Only, now that you actually have, you’re nothing short of completely homesick. And then you meet Bucky Barnes on your fire escape one evening, and your entire perspective changes.

Uptown Boy || [40's AU] You’ve always played into the idea that you were nothing more than an airheaded, selfish socialite. Still, you were never able to fool your loyal driver, Bucky. No, Bucky Barnes saw right through you, and somehow he adored you anyway.

No Strings Attached || [Exes AU] “Every time you’ve called me, I’ve come,” Steve says, voice thick with hurt, and you clench your teeth. “Every. Time.”

Hot As Hell || [drabble] Normally he wouldn’t dare to be so brazen, wouldn’t even dream of it, but it’s as if the scorching heat has melted away his well kept restraint, leaving him half-cut and recklessly self indulgent.

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natewriteslol · 3 years

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The Wonders of Magic Pt. 1

Non magical!Twisted Boys x Witch!Reader

A/N: This has been sitting in my brain for a while since I have Little Witch Academia brainrot and I love snooty rich boys asdfljsfaj

Characters: Keep reading to find out!!

Warnings: Language and Y/N goes by she/her pronouns

Summary: Dealing with magical adventures and society deeming magic as “flashy but worthless” doesn’t deter Y/N L/N from reaching her goal of becoming a powerful witch. However, what will she do when she has to find a way to stop the selling Calypso Academy?

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All your life you had dreamed of being a witch, however there was a slight problem. You weren't a magic user.

And as magic use had started to become more oppressed and scarce, magic schools were starting to open their doors to all walks of life. Making the most elite schools fall to their knees.

Either you lose your elite status or fall into debt.

So this was good opportunity for you, you managed to make it into one of the most renowned magic schools in the country, Calypso Academy. But it wasn't all peaches and cream, you weren't exactly accepted among your peers. Your family weren't magic users, nor were they wealthy. Yet you still pursued magic, there was a fire burning in your heart that just drew you in all your life. And you couldn't let your dream go just because of some mean girls. But this is the story of how you met some of your greatest obstacles.

~~~

It was the night of the great Ball, Calypso academy was having it's 350th anniversary. And you unlucky for you, you still didn’t know how to ride a broom since you were learning from the ground up.

So there you were, by yourself, in one of the open fields of your campus. Trying to make this broom fly.

And in your flight teacher Ms. Flint’s words, “If the broom doesn’t leave the ground, you can’t step a foot in the ball.” And so far, your feet have been stuck on the ground.

You felt horrible. I mean, what witch doesn’t know how to fly a broom? And while you were incredibly dejected

from your failures, you knew you couldn’t just let it go.

‘The trick it to be determined, yet feel as light as a feather. Be one with the broom’ your manifestation teacher, Mrs. Fairi had softly advised. You had to do this for for her, she already put so much faith in you, she would be so disappointed if she didn’t see you at the ball.

“Nubes Volant ro!” You casted, pushing your leg to lift. Expecting your legs to come back down and for your shoes to hit the softness of the grass... but it never came.

You opened your eyes and there you were, suspended in air.

Your excitement was indescribable, but you needed to be skilled enough to meet the requirements for Ms. Flint. So you tried and tried again, and while a little shaky you still managed to fly and do a stable landing!

“I did it! Screw everyone in this academy who doubted me!” You squealed a little loud, doing a little dance. You heard footsteps and chuckling, but you brushed it off as some of your classmates. Too excited to care, you grabbed your things and ran off to show Ms. Flint. But there was one problem, the entire point of this celebration was to both celebrate the anniversary but... it was begging as well. It was no secret that Calypso was losing money to pay taxes, but they were being pressured to give it all up. So to persuade the buyers, they had invited their son's to be enriched in witch culture and tradition. To prove them wrong and show that magic has value. However the students of the academy weren't aware of the true intentions behind the invites of the son's of these rich men. Many whispered in the halls about the upcoming ceremony. Talking about how handsome the young men attending were. But the day of the party was finally here! The banquet was absolutely incredible with 25 foot tables of food on both sides of the ballroom. Crystal chandeliers with floating candles illuminating and creating a heavenly golden light. And the great ancient tapestries that surrounded the room. There was no way that anything could mess up your night.

But then, you heard a shout from a classmate in the crowd. "The nobles sons! They're here!" You stopped stuffing your face for a moment. Everyone cleared the way for the grand wooden doors as they opened, a red carpet elegantly draping the piece of floor it laid on. Designer shoes clicked as they touched the ground. Every girl eyes followed as they walked, you snuck past some trying to get a glimpse of their features. They were five of them being escorted by one older gentleman, all incredibly handsome young men. One had a bright smile that was genuine and waving at some of the girls in the crowd. While the other had a smirk not paying anyone any mind, as if he was calculating something. One held a solemn expression, yet was incredibly poised and graceful. The last two however wore scowls, one that showed he most definitely didn’t want to be here while the other just looked strict.

They sat down in their seats in the front table that awaited them. Each seat was just as fancy as a king’s throne, with gold embellishments and velvet seats.

It was a cookie cut scene, they were made for this life of luxury.

~~~

It was an hour into the ceremony, showcasing tricks and theatrical dances from every witch culture from around the globe. But it was almost as though nothing was satisfying them, besides the one with white hair. While he adorned a smile, there was something behind his eyes, as though he was doing some critical thinking.

Nothing was enough for them.

But it was toward the end and the noble’s sons were promised a tour. Every witch in the school was made to study up on knowledge of the campus. So that if you were the “lucky winner” you wouldn’t look like a complete fool.

As you snacked on your chocolate filled croissant, Ms. Flint with her booming voice had called everyone’s attention to the center of the stage. Raising her wand, a split of golden light had displayed random names.

Knowing your luck, you knew you wouldn’t be picked. I mean this was probably a tactic to get people to study the school’s magical history. It did work, as if there was a slight chance you were chosen you wouldn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of people like you usually did. But, Principal Hendrix wouldn’t be so irresponsible as to let a random student represent the school, right?

Exactly. But even then, you sure did feel sorry for whoever was to give the tour-

“Y/N L/N!”

...

Remember what you said about shitty luck?

Shocked was an understatement. Even though you had your two best and only friends Silva and Miete patting you on the back telling you congrats and to do your best, the hammering of your heart was too heavy for you to handle.

Whispers broke out for a moment, a lot of girls were incredibly disappointed but cleared the way for you to go up the stairs and talk to Ms. Flint and Principal Hendrix.

“Good job, Y/N. Now if you wouldn’t mind, please give these young men a tour of Calypso, would you?” Principle Hendrix said gently with a smile.

“Ha, ha, of course! But surely there’s been a mistake, I mean Lydia could probably recite the information without having to read a single book-”

“No way, L/N. You were chosen, now do the tour please, the latest you can be back is at 9pm,” Ms. Flint replied, cutting you off sharply.

“You’re an incredibly charismatic student, Y/N. Just keep them entertained,” Principle Hendrix whispered as you walked toward the table.

Be charismatic, not awkward! Got it!

“Alrighty then! Who’s ready for a tour?” you said, almost giving finger guns as a mechanism.

“Oh, I am!”

“Yes, I’ve been wanting to see the range of this property in person.”

“Yes, I would like to get this over with. I have an appointment tomorrow and I would not like to miss it.”

Other than that, all you received was a nod and an eye roll. But it’s better not to pry and ask for more from them.

Each getting out of their seats, you walked outside. Hearing cheers from the crowd and the occasional “Vil! I love you!” which made you a little embarrassed.

Feeling the night breeze and seeing the stars poke through calmed you down slightly, it was 7:45 and all you had to do was blabber at them about the school until 9.

Easy task, Y/N. Easy!

~~~

Once you got outside, the tour had been running smoothly for only a couple of minutes. But you couldn’t help but feel as though they started scanning you, as if they saw you from somewhere. Until unfortunately, the sunshine of the group’s lightbulb had went off.

“Oh! You’re the girl with the broomstick towards the front of the school! You looked so happy practicing.”

“There must be a mistake-”

“Are you sure? If so then I guess you have a doppelganger” the boy with glasses teased.

“Didn’t you say, ‘Screw everyone at this academy’?” the short, red head questioned, persecuting your behavior.

“Well some people here aren’t exactly the nicest. It was just an excitement of the moment thing, sorry,” You said, trying to get Mr. Non-Rule Breaker off your back.

~~~

So... you had accidently overshared about your adventures on campus.

It had all started when one of the boys looked shocked that the ancient Willow tree was thriving and looking beautiful as ever. When he looked at it from pictures given to him, it was completely lifeless and grey.

“This tree, it looks completely different? It’s been sickly for years! How is this possible?” He asked, as his main piece of evidence the white haired boy gave to his father to buy this property was foiled.

“Oh, that was me. They had willow worms in the roots that were ready to hatch and I accidently brought them out,” you said, a little prideful, yet it was quickly stomped out.

“That is highly irresponsible, you should’ve had a professional complete that task, not an inexperienced student,” the red haired boy scoffed, it seemed as though he didn’t respect this school at all. Yet the boy with grey hair and glasses paid him no mind, still incredibly astonished, but it was quickly wiped from his face and replaced with a somewhat of a sour look. As though you beat him at some game he was playing.

“...Interesting. I never knew magic could do something of that caliber,” he remarked, pushing up his glasses.

“Magic is incredibly useful, Mr...”

Shit. You didn’t get their names...

“My apologies, I didn’t catch your guy’s names,” you said, placing a hand behind your head.

You had never in your life seen a group of people get so surprised, besides the other white haired boy, who was happy to tell you his name.

“I’m Kalim, Kalim-Al-Asim!” he said, shaking your hand with a vigor, “It’s a little funny that you don’t know who we are, but I like that about you!”

How was it funny? You’ve never seen these people in your entire life? The blonde man was especially offended as you glanced at him for his name.

“Vil Schoenheit. Actor, singer, dancer, beauty influenc-”

“Hmmm, Vil I can’t help but feel that you’re angry at Ms. L/N for not knowing who you are,” the boy with glasses remarked before taking your hand, “Azul Ashengrotto, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m Riddle Rosehearts,” the short red-haired boy said.

“...Leona Kingscholar.”

“Alright, I’m glad I got your names! Let’s get a move on! I have got to show you some more stuff!” you said before moving along, gaining more confidence as you talked to them.

Maybe this tour wasn’t so bad after all!

~~~

Coming up:

“How did you not know who the noble’s sons are?!” Miette yelled, but her soft voice wasn’t exactly giving the shocking boom to emphasize her feelings.

“I’m sorry! Everything was completely fine after that, if this whole tour was such a big deal then I would’ve studied them more instead of the school,” you said, completely pooped out from last night.

So much pressure on you made you very tired out, and all of these new details coming out made you feel even more guilty for your half-assed tour.

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

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Better than me

This is my very first Joel Miller x Reader work. And I completely got carried away. I may do a series, if you guys like it? Joel deserves all the love in the world 🥺Please, let me know what you think!

Summary: You live across the street from Joel. Every night, you watch him play the guitar on his porch and one night, you find the courage to go out and talk to him.

Songs: Future days ; Better than me

Warnings: Smut, oral, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex, a bit of roughness

Words count: 5k

Jackson, Wyoming

Just like every night, your neighbor Joel Miller was sitting on his porch, playing his guitar. Just like every night, you stood by your window, listening to whatever he’s playing, tonight he settled on ‘Future days’. You remembered this song from a long time ago. And just like every night, you hoped you’d find the courage to go out and talk to him.

But you never really talked to him. You crossed paths every now and then, barely exchanging two sentences. It’s way much easier to talk with Ellie, the teenager living with him. One day, you were actually talking with Ellie inside the house and when he got home, you found a stupid excuse and disappeared pretty quickly.

You haven’t been able to find the courage to talk to him. Until that night. It was 2am, and you could still hear him play. He was trying to be silent, even though that’s not really possible. You quickly checked yourself in the shitty small mirror of your bathroom and got out of your house. Joel noticed you only when you were standing right in front of him.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” he gently asked.

“Nah, don’t worry. Couldn’t sleep,” you waved off. “Thought I’d enjoy the music from closer,” you were thankfully it was dark outside, so he couldn’t see you profusely blushing.

“Take a seat,” he offered, showing off the chair next to him. “I’m not sure we’ve ever been properly introduced?” he said, after you settled next to him.

“Yeah, me neither,” you smiled. “Y/N Y/L/N, I’m from Nevada, I’ve been in Jackson for a few months and well-- what else can we say?”

He chuckled. “Fair. Joel Miller,” he said, extending his hand to you over his guitar and you shook it. “I’m from Texas. And I play the guitar,”

“Noticed. You actually have been my personal radio for the past months,”

“As long as you enjoy it. Do you play?”

“Unfortunately not. I used to play violin though,” you confessed. “Long time ago,”

“I wish I could find one, just to hear you play,”

That night, most of the conversation turned around music and instruments. You were a teenager when the virus appeared, and you were a music junkie. You didn’t know why but you confessed to Joel that your dream was to be a rockstar and tour all around the world with a band. He told you about his favorite artists back then, and how he started to play the guitar. He confessed about writing songs when the inspiration hits. Which hasn’t for a while.

The next day, you happily joined him again. This time, you talked less about music and more about yourselves. Joel told you about Ellie, how he met her and how that teenager made her way to his heart. For a moment, he considered telling you about Sarah, but what would be the point? You don’t know each other enough, and he didn’t want to look like the man stuck twenty years prior. Even if you all are, somehow. You told him about your family, that you lost a while ago and how you ended up here in Jackson.

For weeks, meeting Joel on his porch became a thing. You were there almost every night, even when there were some sorts of events in town. You enjoyed his company way more than you should and so did he. But neither of you would say so. Some nights, he didn’t even pick up his guitar, it was just you and him, right there, talking. Falling.

One night, Joel’s heart rushed into his chest as he saw you walking with a limp, up to your house. He put his guitar down and jogged to you, right before you slammed your front door. “Y/N, are you okay?” he asked, clearly worried.

“Huh, yeah, yeah. My knee didn’t appreciate today’s patrol,” you told him, motioning him to join inside your house.

“Were you attacked or something?” he asked, watching you collapsing on your couch.

“No, no, nothing like that. I’m just a klutz,” you tiredly giggled. Joel wanted to laugh too but he was still very worried. He grabbed a pillow and gently lifted your leg to put it under.

“I’ll be right back in ten minutes, okay?”

You didn’t have time to overthink. Joel left your house in a rush and true to his words, he came back ten minutes later with something in his hand. You hadn’t moved a bit, and you watched him approaching. What he had in his hands was ice. “Do you mind if I bounce back your pants?” he asked and you nodded.

Ever so gently, Joel freed your injured knee and put the ice on it. You hissed at the cold and thanked him anyway. “I’m gonna let you rest,”

You didn’t want him to leave. Not just yet. “You know, the pain will probably keep me awake for a while. I wouldn’t mind a private concert by my favorite guitarist,”

Joel chuckled at that, trying to avoid how it made his heart melt. “Fine. I’ll be right back,”

That night, Joel played ‘Future days’ over and over after you asked him to. He kept playing and singing until you fell asleep next to him.

It took a few weeks for your knee to heal, during which Joel had been nothing but an angel. He was over your house every day, checking on your knee to make sure it was properly healing. He made sure you have enough ice and he brought your meals to prevent you from going to the self. Even while being on a patrol, he found a way to have your meals being brought to you.

“Must be nice to be Joel Miller’s favorite,” Jesse joked as you opened the door. He was holding your dinner in one hand and some ice in the other. “God I wish someone would home delivered for me,”

You let your friend in, and settled back on your couch with your leg up. “I can injure your knee for you,” you offered with a grin.

“Wouldn’t work. I’m not cute enough to get Joel’s attention,”

“Shut up!”

Jesse sat next to you. “His guitar’s here. Is he living here? Oh my god, are you guys dating?”

“No! We’re just friends,” you explained. “We just share the same love of music. So, yes, he does come here and plays,”

“Wow, you really think I’m gonna buy this?” Jesse raised an eyebrow at you.

“Jesse, I swear. Nothing is happening between me and Joel,”

“But you wished,”

“Just leave already.” you retorted.

“Y/N, be careful, okay? The man is broken,”

“Yeah, so?”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,”

“Right. Cause you surely stopped loving Dina when you found that she was a lesbian!”

“I’m just saying, Y/N.”

“Thanks for the home delivery,” you don’t want a cold to stand between you and Jesse, “If I had money, I’d tip you,” you smiled at him.

“You know, you could pay me in nature,”

While that sentence made you laugh, Joel didn’t have the same reaction. He was standing right behind Jesse, his arms crossed over his chest. Your friend didn’t see him at first, still waiting for you to say something, “Hi, Joel,” you said, embarrassed.

Jesse didn’t turn around immediately. He knew Joel would kill him if he could. “I’m just gonna go and avoid your eyes, Joel,” he said, leaving the house in a rush, his face buried deep in his shoulders.

“Good call,” Joel muttered.

“It was just a joke,” you said as soon as you heard the door closing.

“I wouldn’t be sure about that, Y/N. He was just waiting for you to say yes,” Joel was still standing with his arms crossed.

“So, what if I agreed?” you teased him, hoping it would make things move forward a little. But it didn’t.

“Do you want me to call him back? He isn’t far, yet,”

“Just come here and give me my hug, would you?”

Joel’s anger - and obvious jealousy - evaporated as soon as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He isn’t much of a hugger, but you are and you managed to make him addicted to your hugs. He loves being intoxicated by your scent, he loves how you hold him tight, he loves how your fingers always find their way to the small hair in the back of his head. And you love how he buries his head in your back, how his strong arms wrap you so perfectly, how his hands sometimes grab your clothes in a fist.

A few weeks later

Your knee was completely healed and you were back on patrols. Things were moving in Jackson and you and Joel spent less late nights together. You were missing him and he was missing you.

One night, a ball was being held. Everyone here needed that every now and then to cheer up and have some good time. Jesse, Dina and Ellie convinced you to come. You did and as predicted, you spent the entire night waiting for Joel to appear, but he never did.

You were walking back to your house around 3 in the morning. As you approached your street, you could hear the music. Instead of going home, you stopped in front of Joel’s porch. “You said you’d come,” you told him.

“I know, I shouldn’t have. Those aren’t my thing,” he apologized. “Are you mad?”

“No,” you said, lying just a little and sitting next to him. “Just disappointed. It was really nice,”

“No doubt. I’m sorry,”

“I’ll accept your apology with you show me how to play,”

Joel chuckled and handed you his guitar. Then, he moved his chair closer to yours. His chest was literally against your back, his face a few inches from yours. You tried to focus on the instrument, but he made it really hard as his hand covered yours in order to show you where to put your fingers. He started with the easiest chord, E.

As you played violin, it wasn’t completely new to you. But you’d have played dumb if needed, as long as he stayed right where he was. When E sounded good, Joel turned his face to the side to look at you. You were already staring. His lips were so close to yours, you could feel his hot breath on your skin. His eyes went from your eyes to your lips, from your lips to your eyes.

It was now or never. You took your shot and crashed your lips on his. Thankfully, he eagerly responded to your kiss. One of his hands moved to your neck, his beard was gently tickling your skin and he parted his lips, letting his tongue out. You happily welcomed his tongue into your mouth and moaned. The kiss was passionate and intense, Joel couldn’t get you close enough to his liking.

But eventually, he broke it off. You whined, and when you opened your eyes again, you couldn’t see it caused him physical pain to break the kiss. “Don’t you want—“ you start to say.

“I do,” he cut you off. “God, how I do,” his nose was brushing against yours, his hand still in your neck.

“Then why aren’t lips on mine anymore?” You gently nipped his bottom lip and that made him chuckle.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” He had to ask.

“Fuck, Joel. I’ve been simping over you for ages,”

“Simping?”

“Right, sorry I forgot how old you are,” you rolled your eyes.

“I’m gonna show you how old I am, babygirl,” he groaned.

In a flash, Joel grabbed his guitar and your wrist. You’re actually not sure which one he was holding the softest. He put the guitar in the living room and took you to his bedroom. As soon as he kicked the door shut, he spinned you around, holding you against the door and his lips crashed on yours, roughly.

He didn’t kiss you long enough, though. He quickly drifted south, and assaulted your neck. You moaned in his hair, and you could feel the obvious bulge in his jeans against your thighs. His hands traveled under your top and you tried to palm his erection, but he immediately stopped you.

Joel grabbed your wrists into his hand and pinned them above your head. He just stared for a moment. Stared at your swollen lips, at the marks he already made in your neck and in your eyes. You were looking at him with both killing desire and love. It confused him for a brief second but he shut his brain and kissed you again.

You were desperate to touch him, undress him, feel him. But he was strongly holding your hands, all you could was grinding your center against his thigh. “So needy,” he whispered in your ear before nipping the lobe. You swallowed thickly and let out a loud moan.

“Yes, I need you Joel. Please,” you begged him. When was the last time someone beg for him?

“It’s been such a long time, I probably won’t last,” he breathed out, shamefully.

“We have a lifetime ahead of us, who cares,”

That sentence didn’t have the impact you were shooting for. In a second, you were completely free from Joel’s grip as he took a big step back. He was panting. “That’s not—“ he whispered, trying to put his thoughts into words.

“Aw baby, did you already come?” you teased him.

“That was a close call, but that’s not my point, Y/N,” you could see he was getting angry. But why? At who?

You took a step forward, your hands tenderly cupping his bearded cheeks. “Then what is your point?” you asked, genuinely concerned.

“This—is a bad idea,” Joel struggled. He leaned into your touch but frowned as he knew he couldn’t enjoy it too much. “You—you should leave,” he wrapped his hands around your wrists, forcing you to let go of his face.

“Not until you give me one good reason, Joel.” Now, you were getting angry. Hurt. Frustrated. All of that.

“You deserve better—“ he whispered. “Better than me,”

“That’s not a good—“

“That’s good enough for me. Please, Y/N.” He begged you, pain clearly written all over his face.

“You’re making a big mistake, you know that?” Joel heard your voice cracking and you had barely finished your sentence, that his thumb was softly brushing your lips.

“That’s my jam,” he sadly tried to joke.

You have no idea what happened in his mind in a brief period of time but for whatever reason, Joel wanted you to leave. He had changed his mind and you’re not the kind of person to force people. If he doesn’t want you like this, if he doesn’t want you around him, you’ll let him be.

You left his house. Leaving you both broken-hearted.

A year later

Avoiding someone in Jackson isn’t an easy task, but somehow, Joel managed to do it pretty well. He always disappeared when you showed up, no matter where it was. He managed to never stare at you from afar when you were definitely staring. The only moment you could’ve walked to him and asked for explanations was at night, as he kept playing the guitar and all of those songs you kept talking about. But he asked you to leave and never apologized. Why would you be the one to make the first move?

As Joel checked his next patrol, he noticed he’s set on a patrol with you the very next day. Completely pissed off, he bursted into Tommy’s office and slammed the door behind. He planted his fists on the desk and stared at his younger brother. “Why the hell am I teaming with Y/N for tomorrow’s patrol?” he barked.

“What’s wrong with her?” Tommy asked, genuinely curious as to why Joel was that mad.

“Nothing,” he said, raising his hands defensively. “I just don’t want to team up with her,”

“I’ll consider making some changes, if you give me a good reason,” Tommy stood up and got closer to Joel.

“I--I almost had sex with her,”

“Almost? Couldn’t get through with it, brother?” Tommy teased him.

Before answering, Joel threw himself on the worn out couch and Tommy sat on the armbar, waiting for explanations. “We were--at it. But I had to stop,” Joel admitted, growling at himself.

“Couldn’t get it up?”

“Tommy, fuck off,”

“I honestly don’t understand how in the world you couldn’t have sex with one of the most beautiful women in Jackson,”

“Cause-- she deserves better than this. Better than me,”

“Bullshit!” Tommy shouted.

“Listen, I’m an old grumpy and lonely guy--” Joel trailed off.

“Cut the crap, bro. I’ve always wondered what her deal was, since she’s turning down all the guys around, but now it makes sense. She clearly wants you,”

“She shouldn’t,”

“Don’t you think that’s on her to decide? So, please, get the hell out of my office, go on that patrol with her tomorrow and take things back where you left them,”

“You’re the worst brother ever,” Joel rolled his eyes.

“I know. I want my brother to get laid, how horrible of me,” Tommy sarcastically answered, before giving his brother a tap in his back.

The next day came way too fast for Joel.

He was late and people were pressing you to do the patrol. You took the two horses with you and walked up to his house. You knocked and let yourself in immediately, “Joel, you’re late,” you called out for him, “I know you don’t want to spend the day with me but we don’t have a choice,” you spoke loudly, not knowing where he was. As you walked to the kitchen, you saw Ellie packing her bag. “Oh, hey El!” you greeted her, hoping you weren’t blushing.

She smiled at you. “Joel’s in the bathroom. He should be down in a minute,” she told you before walking out. “He brought some coffee. Help yourself,”

“Oh, nice!”

Upstairs, Joel couldn’t decide what to wear. Why did it matter anyway? Why did he want to look...good for you? He didn’t have much clothes and all of them were used and dirty. But he settled for his green shirt, as he remembered you telling him it looked good on him. He checked his hair and beard one more time, he even checked his breath before cursing to himself. And he joined you downstairs.

You poured yourself a cup of coffee in Joel’s used mug and started to look around, waiting for him. You hadn’t been there in a year, you hadn’t even approached the porch. You missed this, you missed Joel.

A paper on the coffee table grabbed your attention. You took it in your hand and started to read what was on it, but you heard Joel’s footsteps coming down. You only had a glimpse of it

“The bed I'm lying in is getting colder

Wish I never would've said it's over

And I can't pretend

I won't think about you when I'm older

'Cause we never really had our closure

This can't be the end

I really miss your hair in my face

And the way your innocence tastes

And I think you should know this

You deserve much better than me”

You recognized Joel’s handwriting. This really sounded like a song, but no time to analyze it, as he took the paper from your hand and folded it in his back pocket. “Is that a song?” You asked.

“Really don’t want to talk about it. Let’s go,”

“Haven’t finished my coff—“ you didn’t have time to finish either your sentence or your coffee. Joel grabbed the mug from your hand and drank the rest of the brown liquor.

“There. Finished.”

“Wow, it’s gonna be a long day,” you mumbled in your teeth as you were walking out.

“What?” Joel asked from behind.

“It’s gonna be a wonderful day!” You sarcastically exclaimed.

It was indeed a long day. You and Joel barely talked, only exchanging about your ride of the day. You tried your best not to look much at him, but it was hard as he was looking this good with his green shirt. The worst was when he rolled up his sleeves, showing off his strong and veiny forearms.

On the other hand, Joel spent the entire day looking at you. Most of the time, you were riding the horse in front of him. He had a perfect view on your ass and he loved how it bounced. You were wearing an old tank top, letting him see your tattoo on your shoulder. He wanted to press his lips against your skin again. He missed you like hell.

“Are you mad at me, Y/N?” he asked, while the two of you had gone down from the horses. You turned around to face him.

“Mad?” you sounded angry but somehow, your body language and the sadness on your face said otherwise. “No, I’m just--lost. I still don’t understand, Joel.” you shrugged. There was something in your expression, on your face, that broke his heart all over again.

“I told you.” he just answered.

“Well okay, let’s say that it doesn’t make sense to me,” you corrected yourself, “We spent so much time together, and every second was amazing. Then we kissed and--you took me inside your house, you pinned me against your door, I thought it was going really well and all of the sudden, you backed off. And--and you spent the past year avoiding me, but somehow, you still play your fucking guitar on your porch, knowing that I can hear you. Hell, you spend a serious amount of time playing ‘Future days’— and what you wrote—”

You hadn’t realized you were rambling until his lips crashed into yours. Rough but tender at the same time, his beard tickled your nose. He was holding your face in his hands, making you as close as possible to him. It stayed a chaste kiss until he pulled back. “And now you’re kissing me again,” you said, a bit shaken in a beautiful way.

“I just wanted you to shut up,” he smirked.

“Please, make some sense, Joel,” you pleaded him. “Because I really don’t understand and it prevents me from moving on,” you paused, “Not that I actually want to move on,”

“You never shut up, do you?”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t stop kissing me,”

Back at your house

This past year was long forgotten when you and Joel reached your house. You locked your door behind and basically ran to your bedroom, taking him with you. You were so fast, Joel almost tripped in the stairs. Once in your bedroom, you threw him on your bed and straddled him. You were not going to let him escape this time.

You crashed your lips on his, and you kissed him feverishly. You never unbuttoned a shirt this fast in your life. Joel’s hands got under your tank top and quickly got rid of it, along with your bra. Joel cupped one of your breasts in his hand and brought his mouth to the other. He played with your nipples for a moment, while you freed him from his jeans and boxers. You stroked him a few times, feeling some precum on your fingers. Joel let out the biggest moan he ever had. It’s been so long. So fucking long, he couldn’t stand the foreplay, “I need to be inside you, sweetheart. Like, right now,” he growled.

You got off his lap just to take your pants and panties off. Joel’s eyes darken at the sight of your naked body. He could’ve come just from the sight.

You pushed his shoulders so he was completely laying on the bed. Joel felt your wetness when you started to grind your center against his hard cock. It was killing him.

“Just for my peace of mind,” he managed to say, “You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asked, his hands resting on your hips.

“Would it change something if I was?” you answered, pressing your body against his.

“Yes. I wouldn’t want to hurt you. I would take my time with you,” he gently said, planting soft kisses around your mouth.

“I’m not a virgin. It’s been a while though, does hymen grow back?”

Joel laughed at that, but his laugh quickly turned into a deep growl as you made him penetrate you. You slided onto him so slowly, it took everything in his power not to shove his length as deep as he could. You felt his fingers digging so hard on your hips, you’ll probably wake up with bruises in the morning. It’s been such a long time, it almost felt like it was indeed your first time.

As he bottomed out, Joel kissed you roughly. He’s not going to last. This is too much. “Fuck, Y/N! You’re so tight,” he groaned in your ear, holding your hair in his fist.

You pulled out slowly and got him to bottom out again. You rode him with this killer pace, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He made you roll over and pinned you down onto the mattress. Again, his fingers dug into your skin, and his lips crashed on yours in a rough and sloppy kiss. Joel quickened the pace, fucking you relentlessly. He could hear you cry his name and it quickly became a blur to him. It was so much for him, he completely forgot about your pleasure and after a few quick and hard thrusts, Joel came deep inside your pussy, crying your name out loud.

This was too quick, you didn’t have time to cum too. But you didn’t mind, you knew he was going to get even. Plus, seeing him falling apart on top of you like that was the most sexy and erotic and amazing thing you ever witnessed. That image only could get you soaking wet. Pretty much like you were at this moment.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” he said, collapsing on you.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, stroking his hair and kissing his temple. He was sweaty as hell, but you loved the taste of him on your lips.

“God,” he panicked, “I came inside you,” he looked at you with wide eyes, realizing the risk it was. He should have never come inside you. This is way too risky. There are no birth controls and no condoms. He can’t do that again. The panic washed him over, but you stayed pretty calmed under him. “Why are you not freaking out? Yelling at me?”

“Is there anything we can do about it?” you asked, steady.

“Well--” he trailed off. Obviously, there’s nothing you can do about it. He came, it’s too late.

“I’ll be careful next time, I promise.” he apologized and kissed you.

Once the panic disappeared, Joel remembered that you didn’t come. He got carried away by his own pleasure, he completely forgot about yours. “Don’t move,” he ordered you and made a trail of wet kisses down to your core. You moaned when his lips reached your clit and he smirked. He licked and sucked on your clit for a moment, one of his arms around your waist to keep you still. When he felt your hand running through his hair, and your nails digging on his scalp, he moaned himself. “Fuck, you’re tasting yourself,” you breathed out.

“I couldn’t care less.” he muttered.

As he kept eating like a starving man, Joel surprised you with a thick finger entering your core. “Jesus, Joel! Yes!” you cried and he didn’t waste time adding another finger. His fingers were curling inside you, hitting exactly where they were supposed and he remained sucking hard on your clit. “Just like that, yes! Fuck!” he felt your body shaking under him and his free hand immediately rushed to your breasts, pinching your nipples between his thumb and index. He didn’t stop, not even slowed down until you came hard on his face, crying his name so loud, all Jackson probably heard you.

As you were catching your breath, Joel got back on top of you and wrapped an arm around your neck. He held you so tight, you almost couldn't breathe but you loved every second of it. You were surprised by his length teasing your oversensitive entrance, “I’ve never recovered this fast in my life.” he growled in your ear. “Can I?” he asked for your consent, gently kissing your temple.

“Yes please! Give it to me, baby. Fuck me!”

That was all he needed. He didn’t need his hand to slide inside of you again. In one thrust, he bottomed out and cursed. “You were made for me,” he said, huskily, before kissing you, all teeth and tongue.

As he thrusted hard and deep inside your pussy, you grabbed his ass and squeezed. He chuckled against your mouth and quickened his pace. He fucked you relentlessly again but this time, he took his time. There was less urge, he was thinking about your pleasure too.

He finally let go of your neck, and got on his knees, lifting your hips a little. Your ass was resting on his thighs as he kept thrusting. That angle drove both of you crazy. While one of his hands was holding your hips hard, he furiously rubbed your clit with the other. He could feel you're losing it. “I’m gonna cum, baby,” you told him. “Fuck, you feel so good!” you cried his name again, coming and creaming on his cock.

“God, I’ll never get used to that sight,” Seeing you losing it under his touch sent him over the edge. He managed to withdraw just in time to come on your stomach, he didn’t even have to give himself a few final strokes.

He collapsed on top of you again, not caring about the sticky mess between your bodies. “You’ll be the death of me, Y/N,” he said and you chuckled.

“I love you, Joel. There’s no better than you,”

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