Request: Can you write one where David’s dating an older girl and she has a child from a previous relationship, Natalie and Erin judge her for it and question her intentions and David defends her.
Being a single mother was already hard enough especially since the father of your child was no longer apart of you or your baby’s life. So when you started dating YouTube sensation, David Dobrik, you knew there were going to be a few challenges. You told him you’d love to be apart of his vlogs but to keep your child out of the vlogs until you felt comfortable enough.
All his friends adored you and your baby girl (Y/D/N). Well almost everyone. For some reason David’s assistant, Natalie, and one of his friends Erin doesn’t approve of the life you had. You could kind of tell when you first introduced your daughter to the group. They were the only ones who didn’t want to hold her, didn’t seem interested at all in the conversation and kind of hung back from the group. But as you continued to bring your daughter over and hang out with everyone they started making comments.
“Why do you always bring your child over?” Natalie asked. You bounced your daughter up and down on your knee. You glanced over in her and Erin’s direction. David was cuddled up next to you as he dangled a toy in front of your daughter.
“Well, the person who usually babysits her is not in town. My parents are busy and I kind of can’t leave her by herself,” you muttered.
“There’s always daycare centers,” Erin said rolling her eyes as she scrolled through her phone.
“Your parents are still involved in your life?” Natalie asked. You shifted uncomfortably.
“I currently don’t have the money to put her in a daycare and yes my parents love their granddaughter.” You looked over at David, you could tell he was getting annoyed with all the questions as well.
“Ah, so are you just dating David for child support,” Erin said as she shook her head in disapproval and Natalie made a disgusted face at you.
“Whoa guys, what the hell?” David said looking at them. You held your daughter close to your chest as she snuggled next to you. You were trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. It hurt hearing people who were so close to David talk to you like that. Assume you were only using him for money.
“I’m just saying that why would she want to always be around and be in the vlogs and date you if it wasn’t for money to support the mistake she made,” Erin said letting out a small laugh.
“Mistake?” David said standing up, a hint of anger in his voice.
“Well yeah- it was her fa-” David cut her off.
“No, it wasn’t a mistake. Her daughter is not a mistake. She’s a blessing to (Y/N) and frankly to me. I gave her the choice to not be apart of my vlogs. She has never once asked me for money or any support. She does fine on her own and works her fucking ass off to support her child,” David said his voice gradually getting louder.
“David, we didn’t mean it-” Natalie started. David let out a laugh.
“You know you two were the last I expected to judge someone. Out of all the people we hang out with who make shitty decisions everyday, who sleep around, get STD’s and do drugs and you decided to judge my girlfriend who raised a child by herself with no father in the life, who works multiple jobs? That’s a low blow guys, I’m very disappointed,” He said shaking his head as he sat down next to you and kissed your forehead.
“Thank you,” You whispered as you smiled at him. Your daughter put her tiny hands on your face and you couldn’t help but let out a smile.
“(Y/N)-” Erin started. You shook your head.
“It’s okay, guys. Really. I wouldn’t have my life any other way,” You whispered as you leaned your head on your boyfriends shoulder and your daughter resting her head on your chest.
a/n: HI this is self indulgent as fuck because i’ve been having a rough couple of weeks and i can’t think of a softer boy than luke and his fluffy bleach blonde hair.
if you’d like to be added to my taglist, please just shoot me a message or an ask and i’d by happy to add you!! my masterlist can be found HERE though it is in need of an update.
warnings: mental illness, depression, anxiety.
“What are you doing?” His voice is muddied with curiosity as his blue eyes watch you move around the kitchen. You’re almost flitting from place to place like a butterfly, to the garbage, pulling out the half-full bag and tying it tight before leaving it on the floor before your feet carry you to the wall where the broom is stood. You sweep over the floors and then your body finds itself taking bowls out of the cupboard, hands clumsily finding measuring cups before you’re in the pantry, grabbing a box of pancake mix. You don’t answer him but he keeps watching you. You barely hear his words, attention zeroed in on the tasks at hand. There’s a list in your mind a mile long of things that need doing. Petunia’s bed needs to be washed, there’s laundry in your bedroom and towels that need to be folded. You need a shower. You’re hungry. Maybe after all that you can take Piggy in the pool and get her some low intensity exercise before you fall asleep.
It’s two in the morning and his eyes are coated in sleep.
david playing cod is the hottest thing and when he wins he gets so fucking cocky i hate him
“hey babe, d’you know you’re dating a fucking boss?” david leaned back in his gamer chair and looked at you laying on the bed. you roll your eyes, getting up and bending down to look at the screen.
“eh, i could do better” you shrug and david looks up at you, furrowing his brows.
“yeah, okay babe” he scoffed and waited in the lobby to start. he looked up at you as you crossed your arms. “fine, go ahead, but i’m the best” you dodged a kiss from him, sitting in his chair and putting on the headset. you started the match, david sliding off one headphone and blocking the mic, turning his mouth away from the camera. “if you win, i’ll go down on you. but if you don’t get a higher score than me, you go down on me. deal?”
“sure” you smile, linking your pinkies and giving him a kiss. the round starts and you run around as everyone waits for the match to begin, the chat talking about how they wanted to know what david said and their guesses. you smirk at the correct answers, and it finally began.
“babe, right there right there!” you snipe the guy and clench your jaw, gritting your teeth.
“david, you keep yelling at me when i can clearly fucking see, i’m going to bite your fucking dick off” david laughs and falls back against the bed. you focus on the game, the round finally finishing as you got a higher kill score than david, jumping up and throwing the headphones off and the controller down, pushing him to the bed and pointing in his face. “what now, ass! i won! i fucking won! who’s the boss now, bitch!” you pinched his sides and he laughed.
“alright, i get it! get off me” he laughed and pushed you off, going over to his chair. “i have to go, we placed a bet and i lost, so i have to end the stream now. but i’ll be on afterwards”
david made sure to end the live before towering over you. “i won. i’m the boss now, baby”
“oh, yeah, sure” he chuckled, kissing you and grabbing your hips.
hello lovely!! could i pretty please request an imagine where the reader likes steve and vice versa. BUT, he's always so rude to her. pushing and shoving, saying mean things because he doesn't know how to express his love? and one day he goes too far, and y/n goes to the lot and cries? but stevie comes and the get all lovey-dovey?
Ooooh it’s been awhile since I’ve gotten an outsider request!! I love this btw! I’ll get working on it!!
Summary: David brings you to a party and you have a panic attack and he is surprisingly very good at helping you focus on him and calm down.
“I can’t breathe. I can’t-”
“Just breathe… You’re okay, I promise, just breathe.”
You don’t go to parties. It wasn’t your thing. Usually when it came to David’s events or any type of party that related to your friend group you either told them you weren’t feeling up to it or go for about an hour then get the hell out of there. Parties always caused you so much discomfort and so much anxiety. And usually you could escape before a panic attack started. So the vlog squad just sort of stopped inviting you to things.
When it came to dinner with your friends you were always invited, but I think they picked up on the fact that you weren’t really a party kind of girl. And they accepted that fact. Well almost everyone. David didn’t accept it. In fact, every time he threw a party or knew of a party going on he immediately texted you and asked if you would accompany him. You knew he just wanted to get some bits for the vlog and see what would do if you were intoxicated but you never agreed to any of his invitations.
But this time you couldn’t deny the invitation as much as your mind was screaming at you to deny the offer, the look on David’s face was just too hard to say no to. You knew he was getting defeated at the fact you never went to one of his “wild” events. And maybe this time your anxiety would be okay considering you knew David and you knew MOST of his friends. Not all of them but enough that if you did so happen to panic you could stick to someone’s side.
You were so wrong.
David’s house was filled with so many unfamiliar faces. The music making the floor vibrate, people intoxicated with alcohol screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs, stumbling around bumping into you as you tried to find a less crowded area. David was somewhere amongst the crowd getting footage for his vlogs while Zane and Heath were the life of the party getting drunk off their asses. You tried to focus on one specific person but everything was starting to blur over.
The music faded as you started to hyper focus on your breathing. You could feel your heart beating in your chest as so many people bumped into you as you felt the room closing in on you. You searched everywhere for an escape from the living room but there were too many people around. Too many people screaming and dancing, drinks sloshing on to the floor.
You knew what was coming, you put two fingers against the side of your neck to check your pulse. It was racing. Your throat was all of sudden desert dry. You put a hand on the wall to steady yourself as the floor started to spin. Your breathing started to pick up as you felt your eyes gloss over with tears.
“(Y/N)?” You heard a voice. You couldn’t tell who it was. You just stared straigh ahead of you as you tried to focus on your pulse. But that only seemed to freak you out more. “(Y/N), it’s David. What’s happening right now?”
You turned your head to the side to see David standing there, he reached out towards you and put his hand on your arm. You looked around at the crowd then back at David.
“I’m, I, um, am having-” You stopped to take a short breath. “I think I’m having a panic attack.” He nodded and immediately pulled you into his side, snaking an arm around your waist as he pushed his way through the crowd. And considering this was his house, everyone parted like the red sea. He led you guys through a door and from what you could tell you were in his bedroom. He led you to his bed and sat you down as he crouched down in front of you.
“Do you need water?” He asked. You shook your head as you stared at his shoes. “I need you to look at me.”
Your eyes flickered to his.
“Tell me where we are right now,” He said.
“Your house, in your room,” you muttered. His hands were on your thighs.
“Very good, you’re okay. You are in a spacious area right now. The music is just a faded sound, you’re with me. One of your friends. A familiar face. Just take a deep breath. Can you do that for me?” He asked, his voice had a soothing quality to it. You shook my head no.
“I can’t breathe. I can’t-” you said as you started shaking your head as a few tears started to fall. David sat down next to me and pulled you against him, your head resting upon his chest as he stroked your hair.
“Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay. I’m right here. Just breathe…You’re okay, I promise, just breathe,” He whispered against your hair as he slowly rocked us both back and forth.
You guys stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity but your breathing slowed down and the tears no longer fell. The room was still and everything wasn’t so loud anymore. You slowly pulled away from David and took another deep breath. you sat there for a moment not really knowing what to say.
You looked over at him. “Sorry about that.”
“Hey, no need to apologize. I used to get panic attacks all time. I may not be the best at helping but I understand how you feel. I’ll always be here for you (Y/N),” David said as he placed a kiss on your temple.
You were so glad to have a friend like David Dobrik.
a/n: this is unedited, so sorry about the mistakes. i saw a lot of trouble going around with plagiarism on wattpad and i did report a lot of books with stolen fics and props to you guys for getting a few actually taken down!! plagiarism and theft of intellectual property is HURTFUL, writers put SO MUCH into their work, and it’s not so you can get some votes on a wattpad page. also, boys using lovely as a nickname is ;alsdjffenve.
How long is forever supposed to be? Months? Years, decades, lifetimes? Forever was supposed to be you and JJ.
Forever feels like the 15 minutes that he’s been fighting you for.
“Y/n, I don’t get why you’re turning this into such a big deal.”
“Stop doing that. Stop acting like I don’t get to be mad. I do! I am! You know, you always do this JJ.” “I do not.” “You do. I’m sick of it. I’m- I’m sorry, JJ, but I’m done. I don’t wanna do this anymore,” you sniffle. You refuse to cry. Not in front of him. “We’re going in circles, I really think it’s time to, to just call it quits.” You shrug. JJ is silent. You wait, you yourself need to process what just came out of your mouth.
JJ is on the couch. He leans on his knees with his elbows and his head is hanging low. He nods. Slowly at first, then quicker.
“Okay,” he sighs, “You’re right. You’re right.” You nod, relieved that he agreed with you. A bigger part of you was upset that he agreed with you. It would’ve been nice if he had put up some kind of a fight.
“So, uh, I’ll go.” “Yeah.”
You collapsed onto the couch, rubbing a hand over your face. A brightly colored magazine was open on the coffee table in front of you. Cheetah printed bold letters spelled out a headline:
The 7 Ways He’ll Tell You He Loves You.
Talk about bad timing. You flipped the cover back over it.
Prompt: I was tagged by @wdwbabes to attempt this! A game where two people kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other they lose.
“I have a proposition.” Ilya slurred as he almost spilled his drink, trying to put it down on the coffee table. You chuckled lightly as you pushed the glass back further so it wouldn’t spill. You, Natalie, Ilya and David had all been drinking to pass the time away, playing board games and playing truth or dare. Ilya had been the instigator to start drinking.
“We should play a new game. It’s kinda like seven minutes in heaven.” Natalie rolled her eyes, sipping from her glass.
“If this is a way to get into my pants Ilya.” Natalie started but Ilya quickly shook his head but then shrugged, laughing.
“It’ll be fun! Just hear me out.” You looked to Natalie with your eyebrows raised.
“Go on.” You stated, giggling. David shifted in his spot on the floor. He had been quiet through the whole exchange, just listening as he took sips from his drink.
“Kissing but no touching. Whoever touches first loses and the winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser.” Everyone’s faces went red except for Ilya. He sat there proud of his little game, a bright smile on his face.
“So who is kissing who?” Natalie asked quietly. Ilya shrugged.
“We could draw straws? Flip a coin? Or we could just choose?”
“Draw straws.” Natalie stated, throwing the rest of her drink back.
“So that means a yes on the game?” Ilya asked, looking around the room. You shrugged, looking to David. He had been too quiet.
“I guess.” He almost whispered. Ilya jumped to his feet and ran to the kitchen to grab straws. He came back quickly and sat back down Indian style.
“Okay. Two are long and two are short. Y/N, you draw first.” Ilya held his fist out. You sucked in a deep breath and snatched a straw. It was short. He moved to Natalie, she drew. It was long. Ilya frowned.
“Man. I was kinda hoping it was going to be you two.” Natalie scrunched her eyebrows together and glared at Ilya.
“Really?” She snapped. Ilya quickly moved to David.
“Okay. Hide yours till I know what I have.” David nodded as he grabbed his straw. A small smile formed on his lips as he took a peek at his straw.
“Okay.” Ilya started.
“One. Two. Three!” They both revealed their straws. Ilya having the long straw and David the short straw. You felt your face heat up.
“Damnit Ilya!” Natalie threw her straw at him, it bouncing off his head. He laughed, throwing his straw back at her.
“Who’s going first? I mean are we monitoring this or how does this work?” You asked shyly.
“We can both go. You’ll know when one of us loses.” Ilya stated with a wink. You swallowed audibly, looking to David. His face a light red as you moved closer. Ilya moved closer to Natalie and she let out a loud sigh.
“Don’t try anything.” She chuckled.
“So no touching?” David’s eyes flicked to Ilya for a moment and then back to you. Ilya nodded as he put his hands behind his back. David followed suit as your faces inched closer. You and David flirted but this was pushing boundaries. You and David locked eyes. His breath ghosting across your skin. You put your hands behind your back and leaned in closer, your lips only inches apart. You heard a light smack behind you, Ilya and Natalie had already started their little game. David moved forward and pressed his lips against yours. His lips were soft and warm. This was something you had only dreamed of doing and the taste of his lips were better than you had imagined. You opened your mouth, inviting him in and he quickly slipped his tongue inside, tasting every inch of you. You felt David shift so you shifted as well, deepening the kiss, if that was even possible. You felt the urge to tug on those brown curls of his but rules were rules. You heard a thud behind you.
“Natalie! You lose!” Ilya cried out. But neither you nor David paid attention. You didn’t want to break what was happening between you. You felt pressure on your thigh. A hand. Slowly it moved up and then it moved into your hair. You broke the kiss.
“I win.” You whispered, a light smile on your face. David shook his head.
“I think I won tonight.” He said before pressing his lips to yours again.
Can u write that the reader is having a horrible day so she distances herself from everyone so David visits her to ask what’s wrong? You can finish it how u want, (pre-relationship please)
It’s been awhile since you’ve had an extremely bad day. It’s been over three months. And it was all because of David and his friends. It was because of them that you were handling your anxiety and depression so well. They made you happy. So happy.
But today was bad. You didn’t sleep well last night because your mind was racing and you were letting your thoughts overwhelm you. And usually when you were overthinking you’d text David but he was out with friends and you didn’t want to bother him or anyone. You turned your phone off and just laid in bed trying not to cry.
You didn’t understand why David and his friends accepted you into their group so easily. You were nothing special. You weren’t as pretty as Corinna, Natalie, Erin or Carly. You were just you. Not to mention Liza. Liza was so freaking gorgeous and hilarious and you knew how much David loved her.
Not that it really mattered. David would never fall for a girl like you. You had a shitty job, you haven’t really done anything in your life that you’ve really wanted to do. And the thought of everything just kept overwhelming you and that’s when you let the tears fall. And fall. And fall.
Now it’s been a few hours since you’ve been done crying and you just wanted to sleep but you couldn’t fall asleep. You haven’t answered anyone all day and that was not like you. So when you heard a knock on your door you were a little surprised to find David standing there. You were surprised because you thought he would be too busy to come check up on you.
“What are you doing here?” You muttered. A look of concern flashed across his face.
“You weren’t answering any of my texts and all my calls went straight to voicemail. I got worried,” He said as he walked into your place.
“Sure, you can come in,” You sighed as you shut the door behind you. You crossed your arms over your stomach all of a sudden feeling very insecure.
“(Y/N), what’s going on?” David asked, he did look concerned. But you knew he wasn’t.
“Why are you even here?’ You asked. He furrowed his eyebrows together.
“Because you’re my friend and I care about you,” he said like it was the most obvious answer ever.
“But why? Why are you even my friend? Why do you care about me? I don’t understand. I don’t do anything for the vlogs, I’m not as pretty as all the other girls in the group. I’m not funny, I’m not special so you being my friend makes absolute no sense to me and if you’re just being my friend because you feel sorry for me then just get the fuck out David. I can’t handle anybody else leaving,” You yelled as tears started spilling out on your cheeks. You tried to stop the crying, rubbing your eyes with your sweatshirt sleeve but the more you thought about not crying, the worse it got. Now you were just full on sobbing.
You have never once cried in front of David. And you were expecting him to run as fast as he could. You kept your eyes focused on the ground as the tears continued to escape.
But before you could look to see if David has left, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you. David rested his head on top of your as he stroked your hair.
“Hey, it’s okay. i’m not leaving,” He whispered. you sniffled and looked up at him. “you wanna know why?” he asked as he wiped a tear away from your eye. You nodded.
“Because you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), are one of my favorite people. I love the laughter you bring to the group. I love how hard you work at the job that you hate just to keep a roof over your head. I love your smile, and how easily you warmed up to all the pranks and jokes I put you through. I like how even when I’m being a shitty person you aren’t afraid to call me out on my bullshit. I am your friend because of who you are. Because well, you’re awesome,” He said smiling down at you. You let out a small laugh and he pulled you back in for a hug.
“If you tell anyone that I cried I will disown you forever,” You sniffled into his chest. He started laughing.
“I wouldn’t even think about telling anyone. Mostly because I know you will hurt me,” He said as he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.
Description: She has a crush on JJ, but he has always seen her as another one of the “dudes”, or at least that’s what she thinks so she just doesn’t even try anymore, until things start to shift between the two of them. (A/N: I’M NOT GOOD AT DESCRIPTIONS BUT THESE IS JUST WHAT I WOULD LOVE TO HAPPEN IN OUTER BANKS WITH JJ)
Warnings: swearing, angst???
You considered yourself a lucky person. You were a Kook, you had a loving family and an amazing group of friends who you could also consider your family.
However, your parents were never approving of the extremely close bond you had with your friends since they were Pogues and you were one of the richest families compared to the rest of the Kooks.
You constantly got into heated arguments with your parents defending your friends but at the end of the day you did whatever you wanted, which usually meant spending every afternoon with your Pogue friends.
The sun was setting and you were spending an amazing time with your friends. Pope and JJ were pretending to fight to “practice” in case any criminals decided to get in the way. Sarah was comfortably staring at the act while being wrapped around John B’s arms and Kiara was also staring at the guys with a disapproving yet a supportive look on her face while you were just smiling at their foolishness.
“Alright so I think Sarah and I are heading back home since it’s getting pretty dark.” John B stood up from his place, helping Sarah get up and holding her hand.
“Just say you’re getting some instead of coming up with the night bullshit man.” JJ winked at his friend and John B just shook his head, hiding the smile behind his face.
“Oh please JJ.” Sarah sighed but as you made eye contact with her, she grinned at you.
“Leave them alone JJ, it is getting dark and I think I’m leaving too.” You gulped down what was left of your beer and picked up your beach bag.
“I agree with Y/N,” Kie stood up and walked towards Pope, “walk me home?”
“You don’t have to ask.” Pope replied and interlaced his arms with Kie.
“Great, another couple getting some action tonight.” JJ sighed and Kie just gave him a look.
“Sorry dude.” Pope rubbed JJ’s shoulder and Kie immediately punched Pope’s shoulder.
“Stop crying JJ,” you went up to him, “just pick some tourist up like you always do.”
JJ mocked you and you just stuck your tongue out at him.
“She’s not lying bro.” John B added.
“Well maybe I will.” JJ shrug his shoulders and grabbed another beer.
You cleared your throat and waved goodbye at your friends before agreeing on meeting tomorrow morning for breakfast by the beach.
As you walked home you couldn’t get out of your head the thought of JJ getting it on with a stupid tourist girl. You knew you had given him the idea but it’s not like he wouldn’t have done it either way. JJ had always been like that. You couldn’t blame him though, he was good looking and funny, any girl would easily fall for his charms and end up on his bed.
What he didn’t know is that you sometimes wished that girl would be you.
Of course no one knew about that, not even Kiara your best friend.
JJ and you have been friends for years and you know what the two of you have is too good and special for it to be ruined by a stupid crush you have on him. You also knew it would never be possible for JJ to think of you in that way. He has always seen you as one of the dudes, or at least that’s what you’ve always thought. He always told you about the girls he slept with and even about his old (but now gone) little crush on Kiara.
You didn’t mind that much though, because at least that had brought you closer to him. JJ’s friendship with you was something he didn’t have with neither John B nor Pope. He trusted you more than the guys and you were always the first person he would run to or tell things to no matter what.
After getting home and taking a long refreshing shower, you sat down on your bed reading your book to distract your thoughts from the fact that all of your friends (especially JJ), but you were getting laid.
You were about to finish a chapter of your book until you heard something hit your window, but you quickly ignored it blaming it on the wind. You got back to reading until multiple knocks on your window made you put down the book and take a look.
As you turned on the flashlight from your phone to see better outside, you saw your blonde friend waving at your window.
You quickly made your way downstairs to let JJ in. You were a little worried since you had no idea what would make him come to your place almost at midnight when he was supposed to be banging some girl.
“I don’t have any condoms.” You joked once you opened the door but the smile on your face faded away as soon as you saw JJ’s face covered in blood and his hand covering his stomach.
“JJ what ev-“
“Shhh!” JJ shushed you. “I don’t want your parents to know I’m here.”
“They’re not even here,” you replied and grabbed his hand to lead him upstairs, “they’ll be gone for the week for some business thing.”
“Oh so you’re home alone?” He managed to wink even with a black eye.
“Oh shut it and tell me what happened.”
“I’m alright,” he smiled, “I just wanted to know if you could let me borrow your phone to call John B and tell him I’m staying with him so I don’t have the unfortunate luck of running into him banging Sarah.”
“What happened to yours?” You asked, not believing he was alright at all.
“Yeah, I don’t think so.”
“God Y/N, why are you always so stubborn?” JJ sighed, “My phone died.”
“I don’t care about your phone.”
“Of course you don’t.”
“I care about the blood covering your face.”
JJ looked down on the floor and just shook his head.
“Did you run into Rafe again?” You bit your lips. Rafe Cameron was your ex boyfriend and also the worst kind of Kook you could meet. He always got into fights with your friends, especially because of the fact that you spent all your time with them and he was still into you.
“No, not really.”
You looked at JJ as he was trying to speak but then went silent. You grabbed your first aid kit and wiped the blood off his face.
“JJ,” you paused as you gently grabbed his cheek to clean it up, “who did this?”
He stared into your eyes, his were filled with tears which made your heart shrink. You had never seen him look so hurt, so vulnerable.
“My father.” He whispered almost as if he did not want you to hear.
You felt the blood rush to your head. You knew JJ’s father was impulsive and hot-headed since JJ constantly talked about his disagreements with him, but you would’ve never thought the one person who was supposed to protect and take care of him, would beat him up this way.
“Please don’t tell anyone.” His voice trembled and he avoided eye contact with you.
“I won’t.” You replied and finished aiding his face.
You noticed his hand kept pressing over his stomach.
“Take off your shirt.” You demanded.
“Never thought I would hear you say that.” He managed to smirk even with tears in his eyes.
“JJ I’m not playing.” You said seriously and he bit his lip, slowly taking off his shirt as he whimpered in pain.
You saw the multiple purple and red bruises on his stomach and felt sick. Your own eyes filled with tears but you quickly wiped them away to not let JJ know.
“This can’t keep happening.” You were angry.
“I’ll be alright.” He just shrugged.
“No JJ,” you shook your head, “I won’t allow it.”
“Oh yeah?” He chuckled, “What are you going to do? Fight him?”
“Maybe.” You said seriously but he just laughed. He secretly loved that about you. You were also quick tempered and were never afraid to speak your mind and stand your ground, but he knew perfectly well he would never allow you to get near his father.
“Can I call John B now?” He sighed.
“Uh? I need a place to sleep that’s not my house.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why you’re staying here with me.”
“Have you ever thought about what it would be like to hook up with me?”
The question stumped Grayson as it rolled off her tongue with ease. He never thought his best-friend of over ten years would ask him something like that. Something so consensual and risque. He was positive she had made it clear their friendship was platonic and nothing more when he tried to kiss her in seventh grade. Of course they were young, but Y/N had always been mature and knew what she wanted. It wasn’t him.
Had she thought about it before? Had she imagined what it would feel like, taste like, or even smell like?
Of course Grayson had imagined the very idea of it. Every aspect and tiny detail. What guy could look at Y/N and not? Her naturally reddish lips that always sat in a pout made it hard to not imagine them wrapped around his cock. Every time she didn’t get her way with anything, the small groans that left her mouth, made him nearly cum in his pants at the thought of her underneath him making such noises.
"No..“ Grayson lied, plain as day. He didn’t want her to be creeped out if he said yes.
She almost looked offended at his answer and he sat with a confused look on his face. The wine that had been given to her from Cameron was definitely working overtime. Her cheeks were flushed a hot pink from the blood rushing through her tiny body, trying to control the alcohol content.
That’s why the question had been asked in the first place. Because she was drunk. Or maybe just tipsy, but it was still the wine talking and not her. She would regret the question in the morning, but right now she didn’t care.
"You’ve never once thought about it?” She asked one more time. Her eyes narrowing in on him almost like she was trying to read his mind.
Grayson distracted himself, standing to his feet while beginning to clean up the dishes now scattered around the living room. Cameron and Y/N had decided to have a small get together for the premiere of the Bachelor. Couldn’t have been more than five woman that tagged along, each bringing a finger food and some wine along.
She watched him closely still as he basically ignored her and picked up two wine glasses in one hand and the dirty paper plate that held tiny meatballs on it once. Y/N was a sucker for tiny meatballs and ate all of them herself most likely.
Y/N decided to push it further, knowing the silence from her best-friend was leading her to her own assumptions. She picked up he rest of the paper plates and her glass of wine and followed behind him into the kitchen.
"I think it’d be pretty hot.“ Y/N said carelessly as she shrugged her shoulders and tossed the plates away.
Grayson stood at the sink with his back facing her. The hot water was running, trying to rid of the dark red liquid before it stained. One of the glasses had a lipstick stain around the rim.
A hot breathe fanned down the middle of Grayson’s bare back. His entire body froze and he felt like his heart had stopped beating. Y/N’s hand reached around him. She placed the now empty wine glass in the sink and stood to the right of Grayson. Her body nearly touching his.
"You know,” She bit onto her bottom lip as she stared at his soft skin,“you not saying anything just makes me think you’re thinking about me. Right now.” She had thought about it countless times. How his skin would feel pressed against hers. She knew he was big, but she didn’t know what it would feel like. She wanted to feel his lips pressed to every inch of her skin. She didn’t know if it was the naughty thoughts running through her mind at that exact moment or the alcohol, but her thighs were forced closed at the pulsing feeling that throttled through her lower half.
A heavy sigh was pushed from Grayson’s body as he tilted his head up to the ceiling. Almost as if he was trying to communicate with God. Trying to see if the situation he was in was really happening. If his dreams were coming true right before his very eye’s.
"Y/N, don’t do this.“ His voice sounded almost agitated, but it was far from it. It was strained and forced.
"Don’t do what?” Her innocent voice nearly sent over the edge. His hands gripped the edges of the counter-top. She watched his biceps flex before her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to push him over the edge. To where he had no other choice but to pick her up and fuck her right here on this counter top.
He turned his head slowly and looked at her. Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth and her eye’s peered up at him. His breathe was caught in his throat. He was going to do something. Something that may have come as a regret in the morning, but right then and there he had no other option.
Hungrily, their lips attached to one another. It was fiery just like they had both imagined. His hands found their way under her thighs and he picked her up with such ease. Like she weighed less than a feather. Her hands had found their way to the nape of her neck, pulling at the hair there. A low throaty groan fell from his lips and the pulsing had returned to her lower half.
"Fuck, yes.“ He released the words breathlessly as she attached her lips to the skin of his collarbone. “Fuck, I’ve thought about it so much."
A giggle fell from her lips as she sucked at the skin harshly, surely leaving a mark. Her hands ran down the front of his body, feeling every muscle and crevice that was carved into his skin. She wanted to take her time to cherish his body and every inch of it, but she wanted him so bad.
Something in him was telling him to not let this go any further. His conscious was nagging at him in the back of his head. He wanted nothing more than to flip her over and fuck her slow on the counter top, feeling her squeeze around him as she came. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t go through with it.
"Stop..” His voice came out in a choked tone, cracking slightly. “We can’t do this."
They both wanted it. More than either them had ever imagined. Grayson was thinking rationally tho. This could ruin their entire friendship. It complicated too much and put too much at risk. He couldn’t stand the thought of her waking up sober tomorrow and never speaking to him again. It made him sick to his stomach.
Request: hii can you do a jj x reader with 2, 8, and 15 from random?? thx so muchhhh I love your stuffff
2. “Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”
8. “ Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!”
15. “I’m too sober.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”
Authors Note: This one turned out absolutely so cute! I love how this turned out so much and thank you for the compliment! It’s so highly appreciated :)
You woke up to rain pouring onto the roof loudly. Rolling over you saw that the time was 9:30 AM. You groaned and got out of bed, you were wearing your bra and some spandex shorts. You hair was an absolute train wreck, your mascara was running down your right eye, the other was smudged, the side of your face was bright red from where you were sleeping, and you just wanted to roll back into bed. But before you could do that you felt parched, and wanted a glass of water. You walked around the corner to the kitchen, you were home alone during the storm because your parents were on a business trip. So when you heard someone snoring on the couch you got a bit nervous. Slowly you approached the couch from the behind with an umbrella and poked the person on the couch.
“Ow.” You looked down to see JJ groaning and rolling over on the couch.
“What’re you doing here?” You walked around the couch.
“Last night I got a little drunk and Pope and John B thought it would be funny to drop me off here.”
“You are kidding me.”
“I’m not that bad! I can leave if you want me to.”
Secretly you didn’t want him to leave at all. The two of you had always had on and off feelings for each other. And right now they were on between both of you. It was a strong vibe between the two of you. Now it was just you and him alone. You thought for a moment, and as you were making up your mind thunder erupted out side scaring you.
“Nuh uh, you can’t there’s a big storm. You’re staying till its over.”
He peeked outside, and saw the wind blowing porch furniture off and knocking over trash. The rain was pouring and cars were having horrible trouble getting across the road. The he looked back at you
“Cmere.” He sat up and patted the couch seat next to him “What do you wanna get into today?”
You took a seat next to him, “I don’t know.” He put his arm around your shoulder and placed his hand down on one of them.
“How about we make breakfast and then figure it out from there?” He smacked his stomach jokingly with his other arm.
“I guess, cmon JJ.” You got up and walked him to the kitchen. He jokingly grabbed the hand that swung behind the other, “What do you want to eat JJ?” You took your hand out of his and put it on your hip.
“Eggs and toast with butter on the toast.”
You got the eggs out of the fridge and the bread out of the basket. You then set those things down and put a pan out on the burner.
“Twist the knob to 5 and then crack the egg in the pan.”
You got out the toaster and unwrapped the bread. He nodded in your direction and turned the knob to 7 not 5 and took his egg out of the carton shaking it around and then cracking it outside the pan, landing on the mat.
“Hey Y/N we have an accident. My egg jumped.”
You turned around and saw his egg on the mat, and some of it dripping off the edge of the counter. He was laughing and looking for paper towels.
“I’m too sober.” You shook your head giving him some to clean up his mess with.
“You don’t even drink.” He took the paper towels from you and cleaned up the mess he made.
“Maybe I should start.” You stood over him and cracked an egg into the pan and switched the heat back down to 5 “Hand me a spatula.”
He looked in the container and handed you a wooden spoon,
“This looks like it’ll work.”
“No it won’t oh my god.” You reach your arm past him, your arm grazing his chest, and grabbing a spatula.
“Ouch you didn’t have to hit me.” He jokingly grabbed his chest.
You looked at him and laughed, “Go sit down.”
He sat down and watched you cook. He was grateful you let him stick around during the storm and how you were willing to cook him breakfast. But he was especially grateful to see you in your most natural state. A tired mess. He just thought it was so cute that you probably didn’t even notice what you were wearing or how you looked. He was so distracted staring at you, he didn’t realize you had turned around to give him his food.
“Why are you staring?” You sat down his plate in front of him and waved your hand over his eyes.
“You are incredibly distracting walking around in a bra with your hair up to the left like that. It’s just so amazing.” He took a bite out of his toast and of his egg as you panicked remembering what you were wearing and what you looked like. You froze and kinda just stood there looking at him as he continued to eat.
“Why do you care what I look like? Huh? you wrapped your hands around your waist.
He let out a laugh and said, “Because I never get to see you like this.”
You let your guard down a bit, and let him finish eating.
“So what do you wanna do now?” You asked him, just trying to start a conversation.
Just was he was about to talk thunder erupted and you screamed and jumped,
“Are you scared of storms?”
You tapped your foot nervously and nodded yes embarrassed.
“Awe it’s okay.” He got up from his seat and put his plate in the sink, “Why don’t we watch a movie.”
You smiled at him and put some popcorn in the microwave. Once it was done you shook it out into a bowl and took a seat next to JJ, sitting down the bowl on the coffee table in front of the two of you.
“What’re we watching?” You asked, seeing that he already had the remote in hand. He gave you a sly smile and took the blanket he slept with, draping it over the both of you.
Then it popped up on the screen “The Conjuring.”
“Oh no. No no no. Way to many jump scares.” You went to get the remote from him and he sat it down where you couldn’t reach it. You ended up cuddled into his side.
“You feel so cold.” He jumped at the touch of your cold skin on his hand
“Hm wonder why.” You shot back with sarcasm sitting up and showing him the fact that you were only in your bra.
“Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!” He gave you the remark back.
“As if you aren’t enjoying this. Besides I’ve shared my house with you all morning long.” You gave him a smile and gestured toward his hoodie he was wearing.
“That’s true.” He put his hand back on your shoulder, pulling you back into him.
“Well?” You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.
“What?” He laughed at you.
“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!” You laid up against him, and he laughed.
He took off his hoodie and gave it to you. You smiled and put it on, it smelled like ocean water and cologne. You smiled and cuddled into his side, he put his arm around you and you started watching the movie. Throughout the movie he ate popcorn, laughed at you jumping, he held you close and tight, halfway through the movie he locked a hand with one of yours, and eventually you ended up halfway on his lap pressed up against his chest. He kept getting distracted from the movie to look at you. What he didn’t know was when he would look away you’d do the same. You wanted to kiss him so bad. You kept counting to 3 in your brain getting ready to do it. But you weren’t brave enough to do it. A few looks later, the two of you accidentally made eye contact.
“Hey.” He said to you quietly
“Hi.” You whispered back, he inched his face closer and suddenly to two of you were kissing. Then thunderstruck and you jumped. He held you closer and kissed your hair.
“So boyfriend and girlfriend now? or?”
You nodded yes and laid back down against him. And the two of you spent the rest of your night together….
Could you remind me of the happy ending? We’re gonna meet the crew at the dock tomorrow. Yeah. Then they’re gonna have the getaway boat. Then we go to Mexico. Yeah. And you’re gonna be a fishing instructor. You’re damn right. And I’m gonna have a sandwich shop. And we’re gonna have a house on a beach… and a dog and a boat. We’ll remake the Pogue. And everything’s gonna be okay.
Hey guys! I’ve been working and trying to post more imagines but some of the requests I’ve been getting are repetitive or are stuff that I’ve already written. Send me more!! I’m also struggling hardcore rn to come up with original content.
You must know… surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love–I love–I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.