#also she was talking to a guy when i left but apparently they broke it off so now I'm just like. ehhhhhhhhhhhh
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Prey
Part one
Part two
After text messages from Rafe Cameron who completely ruined your night at his party, he knows every move you make and asserts his intentions through text messages. This starts a game to see how far Rafe will go to make you his, even if that means threats of punishments.
The horny demon took over with this guys. WC. 4,500
Warnings! Not a ton of plot. Dark! Rafe! Stalking! Panty stealing! Perv Rafe! Idk if she’s considered kind of bimbo because she’ caves in easily or what. Take it as you will. Female and male masterbation! Drug use,threats of violence and actual violence! Gun play! BDSM themes! One use of the Daddy! Choking!Degrading! Drinking! Hate fucking! spanking! unprotected sex! Reader is alternative but clothing is relatively generalized so it’s still inclusive. Damn that’s a lot of warnings.
Two days since your last text from Rafe Cameron. He knew about breakfast with John B. You tried not to check your phone as often as you wanted but the anxiety was hard to ignore. It was so insane. He just decided he wanted you after a bet. Why?
You kept tearing apart your room for any sign of a camera, microphone and you even taped the camera of your laptop for good measure. Maybe if you stayed home, that would be the best. But he knew what was going on. How?
John B asked you if you wanted to go to their traditional bonfire with the Pouges. You wanted to say no but maybe spending time with them would deter Rafe from his apparent need to text you vile things. You’d have a barrier. Surely, he couldn’t scare them all off.
It wasn’t as hot in the evening and you were thankful for that. Sarah gave you an extra pair of flip flops, but she did make sure they were black. You wore them and a black mid thigh dress. It was flowy and comfortable. But it was missing something as you sat down on a beach chair.
You left your underwear at home, on your bed. It was a test. To see if he really was getting in your house or he would go that far. It was a really bold move but you wanted bait him. Maybe if he broke in, you’d have something to report.
“Earth to you-“ A hand waved in front of your face.
“Oh, sorry.” You chuckled and adjusted your skirt. “What were you saying?”
“How are you? Since the whole bet thing happened?” Kie asked and you breathed heavily. This was the last thing you wanted to talk about. Apparently just with the videos disappearing wasn’t enough. “I’m okay. Doubtful I’ll ever swim in a pool again.” You started twirling the end of your hair nervously as time ticked.
No text yet. Maybe this was working. Maybe he was bluffing.
“We’ll kick his ass. Piece a shit picking on a Pouge.” JJ crushed a beer can and glared. “I’m sick of him getting away with it. We need to do something.”
“My brothers crazy. He would probably kill you.” Sarah pointed out and leaned further into John B.
“The fuck he would! He’s just some rich little punk whose never been put in his place.” JJ argued and you started to panic inside.
That was the furthest thing from the truth. You knew Rafe wasn’t just some punk. You didn’t even know him but you trusted your instincts.
“Guys, really. It’s okay. They’re taken down and it’s what I needed. I don’t need protection.” You insisted. God the suspense was killing you. Were you an idiot? Probably.
“Something weird happened today,” John B interrupted, “When I got into the car before her, I had this weird feeling someone was watching me,”
He started but you tuned him out as the night went on. You still didn't mention the texts. You didn’t wanna stir up anymore threats from JJ. You thought about the way he kissed that girl. His big hands roaming all over her hips and ass. It was so wrong for you to think about that considering how much of a dick he was.
But you couldn’t help it.
You were also scared shitless when you closed your bedroom door after you both arrived home, Sarah joining John B. You didn’t want to see that…so you locked your door.
You covered your mouth with both hands when you saw your panties. They were on your pillow and you could see even from here, they were wet and drying on the sides. Your bed was messy, your drawers moved open.
He had been here.
You carefully moved closer, gingerly lifting them. The creamy substance was evident on what it was. He came on it. And from the way it was almost dripping, multiple times. You dropped it on the floor and dug in your dresser.
All your panties were gone. Your mouth was wide open with shock.
You stepped forward, prepared to tell John B that Rafe Cameron broke into his home when your phone finally buzzed.
Frantically you brought it to your face.
“Put them on.”
Oh no. Was he serious? How did he know-there must have been a camera. Where was it?
“Put it on, or I’ll kill him.”
“You wouldn’t.” You speedily responded. Growing angry. How dare he threatened him. Just to get what he wanted in his perverted mind. “That’s a pussy ass threat.”
“Who says it’s a threat? I know exactly where he goes. When he goes. And who he talks too. I know everything about this place. And I know everything about you.”
Chills ran down your spine.
“I don’t believe you.” You started breathing heavier as you clutched at your chest. He wasn’t joking. You knew that. If he was rich enough to afford that house without a second glance, surely he could pull this off.
“You graduated with impressive grades, you’re an only child, you have a habit of reading kinky porn, your parents owned a music store for three decades. John B is your cousin on your Mothers side and you…you’ve only had one boyfriend. Chris. From high school.”
Your knees almost gave out. Everything was true. Not all of those things were even on your instagram. Fuck, not even your FRIENDS knew some of that shit. How did he find out? Did he run some sort of-
“You ran a fucking background check on me?” You typed in all caps, your thumbs slapping on the screen. “ARE YOU INSANE? JUST STOP IT AND DON'T THREATEN JOHN B!”
“Then put them on.”
You weren’t getting out of this. “Okay if I put them on, what then?”
“Lay down on the bed.”
You slithered them on, his cum coating your pussy as you rubbed your thighs together. Maybe it was your own fault with this experiment but he would have done it anyway.
Your back met the top of the covers and you had the image of his leaking cock around the material. Spilling onto the silk and lace. You spread your legs, assuming that’s what he wanted.
“No, you’re not allowed to touch yourself or cum. Not unless I’m inside you with my cock, fingers or tongue. This is just showing your pussy exactly who gets to cum in it. The longer you fight this, I’ll punish you. And I don’t think you’ll like that.”
“Punish me?”
“That’s what I said. If you’re not a good girl, then your little pouge friends are gonna pay. Do you understand me?”
You wanted so badly to tell him to fuck off. “No I don’t speak asshole, I did it. I put them on and now you leave me alone.”
You closed your phone and decided you wouldn’t listen to anything he said. Laying back down, you pulled off the underwear easily and it’s slick smeared on your inner thighs.
You were pent up from sadness, anger and now spite. If he was watching, then you’d put on a fucking show. Spreading your legs, your fingers delicately teasing your cunt and you started circling your clit. You twitched and clenched around the air as your own wetness combined with his. He couldn’t possibly read your thoughts. His muscular arms would hold the headboard as he pounded into you.
You liked challenging him. Secretly, that’s one of the things that made you wet. Talking back to him. Your core tightened as your speed increased before you slipped two small fingers inside, curling them up. They couldn’t reach the spot you wanted. You tried to move at a different angle before settling on just playing with your clit.
You curled up when you came, harder than usual and you bit your lip to keep from making too much noise.
After calming, you hesitated before clicking on your phone.
“Oh, pretty girl. I really wish you wouldn’t do that.”
That was all he said.
Now, you were trembling again. The threat echoed. You started biting your nails. What would happen? What punishment was he talking about?
It wasn’t like he would break in with John B here or would he? He wasn’t concerned about your cousin in the slightest.
You took some initiative. If he knew so much about you, you could return the favor. Have something on him.
You googled his name.
Rafe Cameron, eldest and only son holding Cameron’s name after Ward and Rose Cameron’s passing.
Rafe Cameron, under thirty CEO bringing numbers to the maximum within two years.
You sighed, only getting a superficial history of his age and family line. Huffing, you needed more. There was one option. You went to instagram and found his official and only account. Your mouth went dry. His photos consisted of golf yards, parties and two photos of him wearing a suit next to a giant table in an office that looked like it was in the future.
Absolutely nothing. Nothing to go on. And nothing to rub in his face. Of course.
An idea came to you. Maybe you couldn’t find anything online. But you had an entire group of rebels who could tell you everything you needed to know. You smirked. Finally, you could get back at him.
“So, John B, was it…hard to be Sarah’s boyfriend? I mean the war between Pouges and Kooks seems pretty intense.” You sat at the dock while he tackled some sort of contraption, working back and forth between boats. It was a half lie when you said you wanted to go with him while he worked.
But you needed information. You didn’t get a text yet but you knew that wasn’t defeat on his part.
“For a while,yeah. Topper made it his mission to come after me. We got into it a few times, then he pushed me. I broke my wrist. Rafe…it’s complicated.”
You quirked an eyebrow, trying not to look too interested. “How?” For good measure, you played with the end of your skirt. All your panties were gone and you were trying not to shift every five seconds.
“Rafe’s crazy. He used to be this out of control, frat boy cocaine addict and he was,” John B stops moving, “Dead set on destroying us. Came at us with guns. He’s dangerous but now he’s got money. All the money.”
Your heart fluttered. And now, Rafe had his sights on you.
“What about their other sister..?”
“She lives with him. He almost shipped her off to boarding school but I guess she’s his one soft spot. Sarah talks to her sometimes. That’s why I was upset you went to that party. They’re bad people. Stay away from him.” His warning makes you nod.
But would he stay away from you?
A week later, you arrived at the Pouge spot with John B that was even marked by a tree they carved. You carried a cooler of booze as you got closer to the circle but you, John B and Sarah realized Pope and JJ were missing
You were all searching for at least ten minutes now, you called out his name, cupping your hands. “Pope! JJ! Where are you?”
Your converse were getting in the way of the sand and you finally stopped being stubborn, removing them as you maneuver through the woods. You were alone and it felt uncomfortable.
The moon was illuminating your ring clad fingers as a snap of a branch caught your attention. “Pope?”
A large strong hand covered your mouth and you eyes widened, you were being yanked off the ground and carried off. “Mm-he-“ You tried to form words but the hand pressed harder. You kicked, flailed but to no avail.
The assailant dragged you off to a darker corner where you saw a unconscious Pope and JJ lying on the ground as you were pushed against a tree.
Rafe stood in front of you, even in the darkness you could still see the desire and anger in his eyes. “Scream and I’ll kill them.” He growled. “Can I trust you?”
You nodded rapidly, glancing between him and your friends.
“Good girl,” He approved, his hand sliding to your throat. He didn’t even bother wearing black to blend in. His beige shirt was layered with another light jacket and dark jeans.
Rafe’s hair was in his eyes and he leaned in closer. “I told you. I’d punish you if you didn’t do as your told.” Your core fluttered. You knew it shouldn’t but his voice was rasping as his hand tightened. He pulled something out of his pocket.
A pair of red panties. He shoved them into your mouth, far enough you gaged. “Stay fucking still.” You knew if you didn’t listen he would hurt them, he proved that.
Pope and JJ had bruises, swollen eyes and bloody noses. But they were breathing. You started jerking around, trying to gain some sort of release from his hold when Rafe yanked out a gun. You gasped, the sound muffled. “Yeah? You see that?” He pointed it at them. “Do you think I’m kidding?”
Rafe pulled out the panties, a string of drool escaping from your mouth. “Answer me.”
“No-I know you’re not kidding.” Tears came from your eyes but you tried to pull them back.
“My poor little angel, not so tough now, are you?”
“Fuck you-“ Another attempt to defy, fake like you weren’t as scared as you truly were. “You’re bluffing.”
He pressed you harder against the wood. His iron clad muscles pinning you hard enough it hurt. “I really wish you wouldn’t do that.” Then he moved the gun between your shorts. Grazing against your jean covered pussy.
“This is fucking real, princess.” Rafe started smirking. “Move around a little bit. Give me a hint of how well you can bounce on a dick.”
Your face became hot but you obeyed without thinking. You circled your hips, holding your breath and praying the gun wouldn’t go off. He nodded, his lips nearing yours and your mouth parted.
“Rafe-Why? Why are you doing this? Why did you do any of this?” You whimpered as his lips found the sweet spot of your neck. They were warm and soft in contrast to the gun rubbing against your pussy.
“Because you’re mine. That first day I saw you. I was going to have you. John B couldn’t hoard away something that belonged to me.” You wanted to shake your head but he started sucking the connection between your shoulder and neck.
That’s why he stared at you. That’s why he even started the bet in the first place.
“I liked how you stood out with your fucking band shirt and converse you won’t stop wearing. And this,” He pulled back to your displeasure and tapped the gun against your cunt.
“That belongs to me too. I’m gonna walk away, you’re going to yell to your cousin you found them. Feel free to scream and pretend you’re not soaking wet. And you’re going to be a good girl again, aren’t you? You gonna to listen to daddy?”
“Yes.” He stepped away, taking your panties with him. He scanned the scene, nodding behind you.
“Don’t disobey me. This can get so much worse,” With his final warning, Rafe started walking backward before he disappeared.
You waited a few seconds to collect yourself. He teased you but not enough to make you cum. Just enough to mark his territory and scare you.
“J-John B!” You weakly called out. “I found them!”
He arrived in seconds with Sarah right behind him.
John B, Sarah and Kie panicked, trying to wake JJ and Pope. You hastily wiped your face and shook your hair loose.
“I-I just found them like that. I’ve been searching the whole time,” You lied, hoping your voice was steadier than how you felt.
You stayed quiet as they woke by the fire. Your knee bouncing as flashbacks of how the gun felt, Rafes lips. His warnings and worse. How much you liked it.
When no one was looking, too busy planning their wild accusations downfall, you took out your phone. He had texted you.
“Behave.”
You pressed your knees together, concealing your phone behind them. “What will it take for you to leave them alone?”
“That’s a dangerous question, little girl.”
You had to change your tactic. The last thing you wanted was for him to actually shoot them.
“When will I see you again? I don’t want you to break in anymore. If you want something, just take it.” Oh no, the words slipped out before you could even think.
Two minutes. Five minutes. Ten minutes went by.
An hour.
“Tomorrow. My house. 8pm. Wear what’s in the box in your bedroom. I’ll have someone pick you up.”
The tense drive home couldn’t have ended sooner as you stepped in your bedroom. Continuing to lie to your cousin about what happened in the woods. You knew he wasn’t stupid. Eventually he would catch on that something was happening. But his life probably depended on it. This was going too far.
You were so stupid for opening the white small box on the center of your bed.
Lifting the lid, your eyes widened as you pulled out a black lace shirt, matching bra, a thong and shorts that would barely cover your ass. Knee socks and connecting garter belts. But the most toe curling item in the box was a pair of black handcuffs. Expensive kind.
You held them to your chest. You’d have to wear something over them to get past John B. Your conscience fought you, insisting to tell John B. Rafe almost killed his friends.
But he felt so good. It was so wrong that it was right. You almost didn’t care right now. He was obsessed with you and you weren’t any better. The way you spent time trying to find information, the way you listened to every word he said. He was breaking you down. You almost didn’t recognize the person you were when you arrived.
Rafe Cameron was intoxicating and you’d only seen him twice.
Third times the charm right?
He had his own personal fucking driver pick you up the next night. You left when John B was passed out in his room, worn out from a day at the docks. You slipped on an oversized black shirt long enough to hit your thighs as you climbed into the car. You were disappointed that there were no texts today but you had a feeling he was going to make up for it. Or else you’d face another punishment.
The drive was quiet but when you arrived at his house it wasn’t. Another wild party scene was before you, the same changing colored lights on the outside and consistently bright on the balcony. As you got out of the car and started walking, this time wearing your high heels. Only this time you were wearing a hand selected piece from the King Of Kooks.
You hoped you could slip in easily through the front door silently but someone opened the door. He was shorter than Rafe, dark brown hair, wearing a wife beater and shorts. “My bad, come on in.” He ushered you in with a wave and you cringed.
Obviously he knew you. Whether from Rafe or the videos.
“And you’re…?”
“Just like Country club not to mention anyone else. Barry.” He gave you a nod. “He’s up there.”
You couldn’t help but shiver as everyone was dancing, drinking and making their way to the outdoor pool. You understood this could be another set up.
Barry dipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a bag full of cocaine, apparently offering you some.
“I’ll pass,” You declined and forced yourself to smile and calm your nerves. You could do this. You had too
You wanted too.
Climbing the stairs in high heels was difficult enough but fighting a crowd made it even harder. You couldn’t hardly concentrate and you had the urge to plug your ears to muffle the noise.
Once you reached the top, close to the balcony, your phone buzzed. Embarrassingly, you yanked it out of your clutch.
“Colder.” You jerked your head around, looking for any sign of him. No one. He wasn’t here. No one looked even close to him.
You went left towards another lounge, peering inside the darker room where they were dancing.
“Even colder.”
Okay, you were very clearly not in the right direction.
But you needed something to give you a boost. Marching towards a brunette young man holding two cups, you reached out your hand. “Can I have that?” He stammered but handed it over.
Without even knowing the content, you gulped it down before gagging. Whatever concoction was strong and had you coughing.
But then you took the other one. “Hey!” He protested but you ignored him, going to the opposite side.
You threw them both on the ground, a surge of electricity going through your veins.
“Warmer.” It said when you fished out your phone from your bra.
You resisted wiping your mouth, not wanting to ruin your makeup. Your legs carried you down a hallway, the noise growing into a quieter thump against the walls. There were no photos. Almost no signs of living if you imagined the guests gone. The clacking of your shoes neared the first door.
“Hot. Almost there.”
Swallowing, you walked past the second door.
“Hotter.”
You breathed like you were blowing out a candle as you drew to the third door.
“Open it, pretty girl.”
The alcohol must have given you an extra boost as you opened the door roughly, your lips forming a natural pout as you took in Rafe standing beside a bed. He was wearing a three quarter length white shirt with small strips and the same dark jeans as he did in the woods. His hair was messy, like he constantly ran his fingers through it.
His entire body radiated danger, lust and control.
But his eyes held a fire, one you were terrified and eager to provoke.
To the right of him was a large desk with several monitors and a laptop. Your mouth parted into a gasp when you saw they were all live feeds.
One of them was outside your room, the others were at the docks and the rest were of his own home. That’s how he was watching you.
“You-you’ve really been stalking me.” You whispered.
“It’s really not that hard. You make it too easy.” He mused with a low voice. “But I’m-I’m having a hard time understanding why you’re wearing something other than what I gave you.”
“Don’t change the subject, Rafe. This isn’t okay. You’re going to stop. I did everything you wanted. Now you leave John b and the rest alone.” Your voice wasn’t steady. From nervousness and the drinks.
And he knew that from the way a smirk formed on his pink lips. “But not you?” He clicked his tongue. “Naughty girl. You don’t want me to leave you alone. I didn’t forget our last…meeting.” His eyes lingered around your hips. “With a gun to your pussy.”
“No, no, stop. I don’t know-I don’t like you.”
Rafe only stepped closer, inching towards you. “Your body does.. Your pussy love our little games. You’ve had so many chances to run. Not that they would work-“ He chuckled darkly. “But you’re doing everything I want you too.”
His hand shot out and ripped the shirt in half. You shrieked, your legs almost buckling as your body was exposed. Rafes breathed in the scent of your perfume as he roamed with his fingers the lingerie, his palms falling to your tits, squeezing before he gripped your waist and spun you around. Your ass against his cock.
“Move like you bounced on my gun,” He ordered against your ear, his warm breath and you could feel his lips trace the side of your jaw.
All your thoughts disappeared as he guided you to grind against him, your pussy dampening the material as your eyes drifted shut. His own breathing quickened as your hand flew behind to palm him.
“Dirty slut, you’re so scared but I know you’re fucking dripping.” He was so tall that he could slip his hand easily between your legs and gather the slick leaking from your center. He then shoved it in your mouth, forcing you to suck.
“That’s all fucking mine, I don’t care if you hate me. I want you to fucking hate me. You like that I stalked you. Watch you, that I know everything.” He was growing more aggressive as he threw you face down on the bed, ripping off your shorts, he slapped your ass hard enough you jolted.
You heard his belt and pants drop as he manhandled you, wrapping your hair around his free hand as you felt his dick line up to your pussy. “Say you hate me,” He spat and slammed into you without warning.
You almost screamed from the stretch and fullness as he thrusted into you. You couldn’t even breathe from the hold he had on your hair, as you started rubbing your clit. “I-“ You tried, barely managing to squeak.
“Say it!” He yelled, slapping your ass again and you fell on your hands.
“I hate you!” You gasped for air and he pushed your head down. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”
Your core clenched around him as your stomach tightened, you were so close, so fucking close. Rafe moaned deeply, his movements slowing but still brutal.
He spilled into you and you came right after. Sweat dripped from your face as you jerked. Your mouth was still open, spit gathering and you wiped it off. Your breathing slowed as he pulled out, releasing you to flop on the mattress. Your makeup stains the white comforter.
Trying to calm down and assess the situation you got yourself into, you heard Rafe clear his throat in an expected manner.
You crawled around as he pulled up his pants. “I hope you liked that, because that’s the last time you get to cum tonight.”
“W-“
“You forgot to bring the handcuffs.” You almost fainted. Half from being cock drunk, still spilling from both fluids and half from horror.
Rafe only gave you a very threatening smile. “But don’t worry. No one is getting through that door. And besides, even if they tried, I can see every move they make.” He pointed to the monitors.
“I’m nowhere done with you yet.”
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THERE WAS AN UPDATE YOU KNOW THE DRILL SLEEPING BE DAMMED
theres so much going on jokes that i will deffinetly take advantage of theories of the meaning of things the goddamn art everything
first of all apparently Malo Mart turned to a mega corporation???? well sorry twi no 60% of discount for you that sucks
thats rough buddy
i cant take it seriously poor Four, look at that face
thats the face of someone who will be grounded for some time after all this madness and is totally not happy about this
Sky was waiting letters from Sun, maybe she couldn't write something for him? either way poor guy look at his sad face :( the heart makes it better
baby? baby??? smol???? smol hylian???? tiny cute litol hylian????child????
ahhh Time dont just say yes and left it like that! i need to know!!!
Twilight my man at this point you will be grounded dont test the old man's patience
Time knows the dangers of excesive courage, yes it can keep you going and maybe make you win the battle, but can also kill you if youre not careful. This is what almost happened with Twilight, this almost might have happened to Time too
He's scared that for this reckless courage he might loose his descendant, the one who brought hope to him and his wife to form a family and live happy
(also he saying this makes me think more about the posibility of Malon being pregnant, too much mistery please old man just tell me i will not say anithing ur secret is safe plweas)
HERO'S SHADE HERO'S SHADE
not much to say here, it might be a wrong translation that im doing but hey! it reminds me that Twi already knows that Time is the Hero's shade but like. with flesh and eyes. alive.
OKAY HERE I HAVE THINGS TO SAY
When Wild asks Twilight's face changes inmediately, he doesn't want to look down, he still feels the need to be strong in front of the younger heroes, worrying them is the last of his desires
Four is not stupid, he notices the actual mood of Twi and ask again, but with different words. It looks like it really made Twi reconsider things
doesn't exactly talks what was having him a little down moments ago, but at least it seems to calm them, again, they shouldn't be worried after what happened
Twi for hylia who were you thinking he was talking about????
no really i have that question who was he thinking that was asking for him?????
"who kicked the fuck out of that bad lizard??? who did that???? yes you did!! you did it amazing!!! im so proud my beautiful exterminator of dumb lizards!!!"
HE JUST
FUCKING ROLLS
YEAHHH WIND FLIP
Hyrule 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💛💛💛💛💛✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
hes so badass jumping off heck yeah stairs are dumb
also Wind thats a cool move you too legend jumping and rolling are so cool love you guys
Wars dont ruin the fun nono guys keep doing it i'll even give you chips if you do that
oh they really think that Wars is broke and has no money alright
im glad that this bit kept going i love the boys teasing each other (Lege and Wars specially)
hey listen
listen
i dont want to ruin it
but
it would be funny
just
just listen
would be very funny that
it just
breaks
hey it would be funny cmon
andddd theyre off!
Hyrule learns from watching, from the actions and movements that he sees in the enemy, and uses it to make a plan to attack, learn patterns and be ready for anything
yep hes gonna play an important role in the next arc i have a feeling
now buildings art aprecciation cuz holy shit theyre so pretty
gorgeous
fantastic work i feel blessed
(all art credits obv goes to @linkeduniverse ! )
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu update#linked universe update#lu chain#lu spoilers#lu update spoilers#linked universe spoilers#i talk#uhhhh its almost 1 am#idc it was worthy
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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱
Mason Mount x reader
Word count: 3,1k
Summary: Toxic friend and hot boyfriend, maybe an opportunity for some revenge
Warnings: Angst, mentions of toxic friend and partner, smut!
Notes: So long since I updated so, sorry for that. This may contain a lot of wrongs because I haven't really proofread it. So the smut is now time and all the others are in the past, flashback ish. Hope it makes sense.
Was it wrong? Probably yeah it was. But it didn't feel wrong when his lips met yours or when he touched you, no it felt fucking right.
You knew she would freak out if she saw you right now, probably scream and make a scene of what a shitty friend you were but that only made it feel even better. Knowing you pissed her off and got her back for all she'd done to you filled you with satisfaction.
It wasn't all about him but he knew that, you knew it wasn't all about you either. This was a source of revenge with a hint of built up tension.
You moaned as his lips traveled down your collarbone and chest, messy and needy. It was all a hot mess but you loved it, your arms hanging around his shoulders, fingers tickling his neck and combing through his hair as his lips wandered over you.
You and your friends had rented an airbnb in Greece for the summer, planning a well needed rest in a relaxing environment for a couple of weeks. The five people in your friend group, two external friends and five of their partners created a quite large group but that was common on your annual summer vacations. As long as everyone was nice and had a good vibe you didn't care.
There was only one creating tension, your childhood friend but there was nothing new with that. Everybody in the group knew her and her behaviors. It was just how she was, how she behaved and what she thought was cute. A real pick-me was what she was and a huge asshole at that. She never considered other peoples feelings or thoughts and not once letting somebody elses needs go before hers. In her world she was the queen and if anybody went up against her chaos broke out.
This had been the story since you were both five but it wasn't until adult-life you had understood how toxic it was and how much she was manipulating and changing you. But even with the knowledge she was still in your life.
This summer she had asked her boyfriend to tag along. He was the hot topic in your group as she always seemed to pick guys similar to herself, assholes.
But this time it was different. She had been bragging about him for as long as you could think of but for the first time she wasn't all talk. He was a footballer, something she never shut up about because apparently that was really important for everyone to know. She chatted holes in your head about how hot he was and how good he was in bed, you knew way too much without even having met the guy.
Your expectations were down the ground when you met him for the first time, expecting him to be rude or whatever but he completely floored you. He wasn't anything like her, he was sweet and funny, caring and soft. He was also unbelievably good looking, your eyes sticking to him way too often. The only question you had was how in the world she had gotten a guy like that. Someone who wasn't only way out of her league look-wise but also someone who was way too good for her. He was cheeky and flirtatious for sure but it wasn't her usual guy and it sparked something.
He made you feel like you skin was on fire. Fingertips leaving a trail of heat as they wandered down your body. You were on his bed now, his kisses making your head tilt back as he nipped at the sensitive skin. You couldn't recall the last time you'd felt this hot, like you were burning up but in a very pleasant way.
When his fingers reached the hem of your underwear you could no longer control the soft whines that left your mouth. The timid looking guy who had been so shamefully sweet and gentle was completely gone as he chuckled at you laying there, needy and whiny. He held a smirk on his face that told you everything you needed to know.
His face hovered over yours as he teased your clit carefully, almost mocking your needy state as his fingers just barely touched you before drawing away. It was such a risky thing to do, in a house filled with all of your friends and maybe also her. Yet here you were, letting him touch you in such an intimate way with no remorse.
The first couple of days were fine, Mason came into the group perfectly and she was suddenly more pleasant to be around whenever he was there. You didn't know if she honestly liked him or if he was just too attractive to give up but something made her stick around so far, something she usually never did. But again, he was something different.
It was one week in when you could see the usual pattern begin with her. The avoiding, icing and searching for validation started but Mason didn't seem to care. He held a nice smile on his face and searched for more company with you and the others instead which nobody had a problem with, well except from her of course. She was the one who should take distance and not the other way around. So the more he was with you and the others the more annoying she got, starting shit against him and you all for every small thing possible.
-
"What?" she snarled in a monotone voice
You shrugged, not really doing anything to deserve the tone she was giving you from where she sat in the arm-chair with a grouchy look.
"You have something to tell me?" she scoffed at your nonchalant shrug, wanting more than that from you.
"No? What would that be?" you tiredly asked. She had been a real bitch the last couple of days, constantly nagging every single one of you, remarking and claiming something. You were still annoyed over how she acted last night towards Mason having had a go at him for sitting on the sofa with you and one of your other friends. The shaming was completely uncalled for and the poor guy had looked extremely uncomfortable as she cussed him out.
"Uh, oh I don't know" she sarcastically exclaimed, holding her hand in front of her mouth dramatically. "Maybe that you fancy Mason!"
You could't help the laughter that escaped your mouth at her words "I'm what?"
"You totally like him y/n, I don't get how you could do this to me"
Shaking your head was the only thing you could do "I don't fancy anyone!"
"Then explain last night" she huffed stubbornly, folding her arms over her chest stubbornly. "What to explain? You were a complete bitch and I just defended the poor guy when you treated him like complete shit and it was completely uncalled for!"
"Oh stop it, I did not treat him like shit and I had every right to call him out"
A scoff left your mouth "It was not right, he didn't even do shit just sat down in a sofa"
She clicked her tongue in annoyance but letting it go at that unfolding her arms again as she looked at you "Sorry I just actually like this guy and the way you were behaving was just not okay"
Steam was basically blowing from your ear as you swallowed thickly, telling yourself to let it go but fuck if you didn't wanna scream at her face.
Instead for shouting and slapping her you changed the subject "you actually like him?"
A shrug painted her expression "like and like, I mean he is extremely attractive and the sex is so so good"
Eyes rolling you left the room, having to unless she wanted a fist in her jaw. Of course she was only attracted to him.
His long sleek fingers picked up their pace, two sliding in and out of you whilst his thumb stroke your clit in small precise circles. You were close, so so terribly close, just lingering on the edge and you envied her for getting this for the last month. Suddenly it made sense as to why she had stuck around him. He was just that good, but of course he was much more than sex.
A cry tickled your tongue, the aware part of your being begging him to stop you from screaming out loud from the brewing orgasm that was just just there.
"Fuck Mason"
He still held that stupid smug smirk all over his face and he looked so proud and cocky. "Hmm, does that feel good?" he hummed, tilting his head mockingly as you nodded frantically, silently asking him not to stop.
"This turns you on, dosen't it. Knowing that we could so easily be heard and caught huh? You love it"
No coherent words left your mouth as he pushed you over the edge. It was euphoric, eyes squeezed closed, teeth biting down on his shoulder to keep quite.
He grinned at you as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his hand rubbing your hip gently as you collapsed in his sheets.
"You are so much better than I thought" you sighed out with a content smile on you face as he kissed your shoulder.
"What are you doing?" you asked from your seat on the couch, tilting your head up to look at her as she gathered her stuff from the hall-bench. "Uh, I'm going out" she shrugged, dressing in her jacket and fixing up her hair.
"Uhh, okay? What about our plans then?" you questioned feeling astonished by her unbothered state.
She pulled a face "You'll be fine without me" she waved you off "What about Mason, you gonna leave him here?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
A scoff left your mouth before you could stop it "Well maybe it is a bit rude, don't you think? You invite him on a holiday with your friends he has never met before and then you leave him?"
Her infamous eye-roll played in front of your eyes, her hand grasping her phone "He will survive, don't need to be so dramatic"
You shook your head as she walked out the door, slamming it behind her like a teenage kid. "Fucking stupid" you cursed out after her
"It's for the better"
You tilted your head back over the back of the couch, smiling as you saw Mason in the opening to the kitchen
"Hm?"
"I appreciate you standing up to her but it's for the better she goes huh?"
Your eyebrows raised at him in amusement "Things not going too great?"
The sigh he let out told you enough, chuckling you patted the couch, signaling for him to come closer.
He did so without hesitation, a smile displaying on his face as he plumped down dramatically. "So, tell me. How did you find someone like her"
He shrugged "Party, she got onto me, I was horny, we fucked and then it was repeated. One night she asked me to go with you guys and I didn't have anything else planned so I thought why not"
"Well, I guess. Although I would say you're stupid for going with her without knowing her"
"Probably your right, I mean this trip is fantastic and there are all nice people but phew she is...a lot"
You smiled, leaning back into the couch and tucking your legs underneath you "tell me about it"
He had you on your back, his dick filing you and making you feel fuzzy. His eyes glazed over as he leaned over you, prompting you to wrap your arms around his shoulders as he never let up his pace.
His hot breath fanned your face, small sounds leaving his lips as he started to get close.
"Fuck" you whined as his thumb traveled down your body and started to rub your sensitive clit. It was too much and too little at the same time, your orgasm crawling closer and closer before it snapped.
You were happy, content as you sat in the restaurant chair looking out on the cozy street. It was your fifteenth day here and things felt good, the group was great and it was a lot of fun and relaxing, just what you needed for the summer.
Mason really had came into the group great, everybody liking him and asking him to tag along since she didn't exactly try with him anymore.
It was light chatter, laughs and drinks in the afternoon lightning, it all made you feel like a teenager again. Summer with friends when there were no big problems, it was all light and easy.
The food was nice and the weather pleasant. You were sat next to Mason and one of your other friends. She was sitting opposite Mason, chatting with your friend who sat next to her.
"How was your food?"
You smiled at him, pushing the plate towards him, prompting him to taste as you hadn't missed the eager look he had given your plate all evening.
He chuckled, dropping his head as he realized he had been caught "Come on, it's fine, taste" you giggled, smiling as he took a piece of the pasta you had ordered.
"Fuck that is as good as it looks" he hummed in appreciation taking another spoonful of your food
"Your's isn't good?" you chuckled, raising your eyebrows "No no it is" he confirmed, smiling sheepishly.
Mason was easy to be with, easy to talk to and always funny to be around. He had spent a lot of time with you, talking about his family, his football and niece. Never a boring moment.
-
"Are you done flirting so we can go?" Her dry tone made everyone look up from what they were doing, sensing a storm coming to ruin the otherwise great evening.
You sighed, clicking your tongue in annoyance as she glared at you, her arms folded over her chest. "What" you huffed out, trying to not trigger her further.
"What do you mean what, you have been flirting with him all night. He came here with me, not you so I don't understand what you are doing"
A dry chuckle escaped your lips, your body lightning up with annoyance and underlying anger. "Okay, well what if I was flirting with him, what difference would it make?"
"You know he came here as my guest, he is with me"
"Yeah I know that but I didn't feel like it was a big deal since you've pretended that he didn't exist this past week"
"Oh shut up I have not you're just so fucking jealous, aren't you? Can't even let me have him"
You shook your head "Let you have him, do you even hear yourself? You treated him like fucking shit and I can't even talk to him?"
"Stop acting like you're better than me all the fucking time, you're not!"
You pursed your lips, referring from screaming and making a scene in the restaurant. After this trip you would cut her off for good. At least that's what you wanted but it was also what you'd wanted to do for the past five years but somehow, somehow she always managed to claw you back to her possession.
Mason looked pretty uncomfortable as he sat looking down at the table, not knowing what to say or do in the whole ordeal.
"All I'm doing is talking to him and making him feel okay in the group, that's all and that's more than what I can say about you"
"Stop the bullshit y/n, you have heart-eyes for him, practically begging him to sleep with you"
You scoffed shaking your head feeling incredolous, not knowing what to do.
"You know what, fuck you" you spat, pushing yourself up from the chair and walking off.
You walked back to the villa, still fuming with anger and rage quickly discarding your shoes and taking a moment to just scream, let all frustrations out. You changed to your pj's before walking out to the terrace to cool down.
It wasn't even fifteen minutes until you heard someone enter the villa, knowing who it was before he even found you outside.
"Hey, you ok?" Mason smiled sweetly, popping his head out through the door
You smiled softly at him "Yeah yeah, all fine"
He nodded, walking to you on the deck and sat down opposite to you "She is always like that with you huh?"
"Well always and always, not when she wants something from me" you spoke in an annoyed tone, pulling a face as he chuckled at you
"Why are you friends with her then?"
You laughed, dropping your head back "I am not really but it's just... complicated"
Mason nodded, he could understand it with being childhood friends and all so he didn't bug more about it.
"Well if it makes you feel better I don't mind you flirting with me"
You laughed out loud, leaning back on your hands on the tree deck. "I don't think I'm flirting that hard"
"Nah not that hard but i'm just saying I wouldn't mind it"
"You want me to flirt with you some more? Tell you how pretty you are and how much I want you?" you joked, grinning at him as he pursed his lips, nodding "wouldn't mind it"
You laughed again, tilting your head at him as silence settled in the warmth of Greece.
There was tension in the air, hovering over you both as you sat there, simply looking at each other before Mason took the first step. "If i'm completely out of line here and misjudged the situation you're allowed to slap me" he smiled as he came forward, slowly meeting his lips with yours as you giggled at him, welcoming his lips greedily.
"I mean I know this was about revenge, but fuck me" he sighed stretching his body out on his bed, tilting his head back to look at you who sat against the headboard, you knee tucked up into your chest and a content smile on your face.
"It wasn't all about revenge" you smiled, feeling a warm feeling in your chest as he rested his head against your legs. "No?"
"No" you concluded, you weren't able to restrain yourself from running your fingers through his hair. His smile was dazzling, showing his perfect teeth and glimmering eyes. Convincing you that it truly wasn't all about revenge.
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Quiet: Dick Grayson x fem!reader
Stubborn like a mule, Dick would never admit he fell for a teammate. Of course everybody knows and with the amount of teasing it won't take much to push him over the edge.
Inspired by Charlie Puth;s song Charlie be quiet.
Warning: it's long :D (20.971 words!) - that part was not planned :D
Seven years ago
„Stop staring.”
„What?”
„You heard me. Stop ogling her.”
“I am not….”
“Dick.” Donna’s voice was as stern as it possibly could. Despite her best effort she was slowly losing patience with Robin’s childish play of cat and mouse. Everyone, literally everyone, team or not could say he was head over heels in love with his teammate, Y/N Y/L/N, who also happened to posses the power of blue lantern. She was the third one to join the Titans, after the corps decided that the girl, born human, had to be near Earth’s green lantern to get access to her full power. Hal, who was supposed to be her mentor trained her well for a couple of years and despite their differences they become friends. So when the green one left her at the tower, arguing that she needed friends at the same age and with similar capabilities and assuring that she could always reach him if need arises, her heart broke a little. At first she was withdrawn, intimidating and hard to understand but soon her other, lighter side emerged. One thing everyone noticed about the girl was that everytime she was indulged in things that gave her sense of fulfillment the lantern’s blue light surrounded her, making her look ethereal and beautiful. Perhaps that was the thing that quickly caught Dick’s attention. Despite their initial fights and a lot of misunderstandings and communications problem they worked through it. Of course, only for the sake of the team, nothing else. Both Dick and Y/N were individuals who hated being told what, how and when to do, but also knew when to step down. She was the one to make him stop, think and analyze the situation before acting, he helped her in developing her intuition. In no time, he found himself falling for that introverted analyst who always, always had a plan and was way too much in her own head.
“She’s gonna figure it out. Is that what you want?” Wondergirl mocked, knowing well enough that for the last couple of years Dick was doing everything in his power to keep this infatuation a secret. In his own words, it was not wise to get into relationship with someone who could be called into space at every second. And definitely stupid to love a teammate, which may cause a distraction and damage while fighting. He just kept coming with so many dumb excuses to adore her from the distance. At this point he didn’t even bother to answer Donna’s question since it was obvious Y/N realization of the situation would be the end of him. So he kept it quiet. Y/N was that kind of person who preferred to keep the emotions at bay as well, never giving him any sign she was interested in forming a relationship, more often than not pushing people away when she was scared and worried and stressed and vulnerable. Not really talking about it but separating to gather back her strength and balance. Well, she was the blue lantern, who got power from hope, so what else could you expect.
“Did you guys want something?” said blue one turned around towards her friends “you’ve been standing there for like a quarter now and it’s getting suspicious” she mocked
“it’s fine. We were just trash-talking you” Donna smirked
“Oh thank god, I was getting worried you were saying some good stuff about me. Such a relief” she fake-brushed her forehead. “Anyway, is anyone up for some sparring? I need to keep my spark up.”
“I thought you were supposed to recharge? I mean… meet with Hal?” Dick frowned and a shadow of disappointment crossed the girl’s face as she shook her head.
“He was called on Oa. Apparently some threat appeared in the north side of the galaxy and Green Corp needs his immediate help. Nothing new, so yeah, I’m gonna go workout. Want to join me, Grayson.”
“Nope.” He felt his heartbeat fasten. Shit, it was getting harder and harder to be around her.
“ Ok. Donna?”
“Sure. I’m game. You can never count on the boys, right.”
“Hear, hear, sister.”
Just as Donna and Y/N left, heading towards the training room, Hank appeared on the other side.
“You did it again, didn’t you?” he let out a laugh “I would love to see you breaking one day.”
“Not a chance.”
***
Four years ago
“You’ve got to be kidding me” Y/N eyes went wide the second she entered the lab at the precinct. “it’s all for me?” it took a lot of strength not to jump out in joy. When, after the Jericho incident, the Titans fell apart and everyone went their own ways, she put all her intellectual efforts into science, biology and chemistry, taking first steps on a path to become a Forensic Scientist. With her stubbornness, passion and insight she soon got to be the best in the field. Last year was spend on working with the best detectives and investigators (including detective Chloe Decker from LAPD), getting hell of a knowledge and experience. And now, she moved to new city and easily scored a job at the best precinct in the whole country.
“Yep. All yours. Take your time and when you are ready, come meet the team. It’s quite big if you ask me, may be a bit overwhelming, so at first you’ll only meet with the best of the best. Those will be your regulars.”
“Good. I’m not exactly good with people.”
Half an hour later, the girl finally left the lab equipment, the books and agents and came down to the main office of detectives. With every step the feeling of something strangely familiar of this place was consuming her more and more and that hope of good things to come made her hand glow blue. A single raise of an eyebrow of one the officers was enough to snuff it.
“Y/N! Oh, you decided to grace us with your presence.” Her boss was talking to some man, whose back was turned to her so she did not see his face. “good timing. I would like to present to you our top investigator. Meet detective Richard Grayson.”
“Wha.. what?” she stuttered a little bit, pure shock reflecting in her eyes as the man turned around his expression being a mirror reflection of hers. “Dick?”
“Y/N?” he hadn’t seen her for two freaking years. Hell, he did not contact her in any way, despite a bit of stalking to make sure she was doing fine. And after all this time his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the girl he was still in love with. Time did nothing. And she was going to work with him, again.
“Hi.” She tilted her head and smiled lightly as the first surprise passed
“You know each other?” the captain caught up on the scene happening in front of his eyes
“From the previous life.” Dick said without looking away from her. It was real, she was real and here. He got her back.
“Should I be worried then? Will your past cause any problems in professional relationship?”
“No, sir. Not at all.”
Dick Grayson was always a good liar.
***
“Hey.”
She wasn’t even doing anything, just sitting at the desk, covered with document and samples collected from the crime scene. Her eyes were a bit puffy and red, clear sign she did not sleep much in the last days, her thick h/c hair a perfect mess. Lack of makeup and lab’s soft light mixed with her blue aura made her look young, fragile and innocent. All those adjectives far from truth given her secret identity.
“Hey Dick.” She smiled softly, yawning and stretching “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“You are?” that was surprising. Maybe she did change during the last time he saw her. There was something more gentle in her action.
“Mhm.” She rubbed her eyes in child-like manner “I need to stand from behind this desk like now. I’m way too sore. I’m going to grab some coffee. Would you mind staying here and watching the documents? Can’t risk anyone getting the confidential information about the investigation. And since it’s yours….”
“Sure.” His heart dropped a little but he did not let it show.
“Thank you.” She hopped down from the chair and suddenly lost her balance. Dick’s instincts kicked in and he was quick to catch and hold her before she fell to the ground. For the first time since the Titans she was so close to him, yet not close enough. He wanted to embrace her fully, stroke her hair, feel her heartbeat next to his, feel her. Sad thing he couldn’t.
“When was the last time you slept?” he asked instead, unwillingly letting go.
“Not sure. I took a nap yesterday, but…”
“Y/N.”
“What?” she scoffed “to much to do. You know…. the other job…. And it’s not like you are not running around the streets dressed in red and green.”
“You….?”
“Yeah, of course I know. I observe. And did you really think I bought that story about your injuries being the effect of the latest work action? Please, I know you better than that.”
“And I know you. How’s your light doing? Hope still up?”
“Never dying. But I’m not going to lie. Given the condition of the world last two years was a rough ride. I was even summoned by the Blues.”
“You were in space, huh? Why?”
“They thought I was getting weak. Wondered if I deserve the power of the lantern. But you know, the ring know what it does. I was just cut from using it for a bit. Last week of my suspension and then I’m back at my full capabilities.”
“I’m sorry about it.” He took a step closer and grabbed her hand. She didn’t even flinch when he started caressing her palm. It was nice and comforting and moving something inside her.
“It’s fine. We learn from mistakes, right? At least some of us” she shoved him playfully killing the atmosphere in effect.
“Sit down, Y/N. I’ll fetch you coffee and then we’ll talk about my case.”
“Ok, thanks. I want…..”
“Black, no sugar. I remember.”
***
“I’m sorry I dragged you into this” Dick and Y/N were standing at the crime scene. Or rather a battlefield scene. Blood and dead bodies were everywhere reminding of horror movies, especially those where the chainsaw was used.
“I’m not an amateur, Dick and this is not my first rodeo so stop it. I’ve seen worse. In both lifes.”
“Right. Sorry.”
“It’s ok. That little protectiveness of ours is touching. And gives me a reason to mock you freely.”
“Don’t you dare” he hissed grabbing her by the waist “I can always go full Robin on you” he whispered his face centimeters from her, unwillingly leaning in, forgetting where he was, who he was and what he was doing.
“Well than, I’ll go full blue lantern on you” she smirked and wriggled from his arms “but now, I have work to do. Genetic material, my favorite kind”.
As Y/N came closer to the one of the bodies Dick was completely consumed by his own thoughts. He loved her even more now and it was getting impossible to hide it.
Two years ago
Two years of working together did not bring him any closer to confessing his feelings. Even when after night patrol he showed at her apartment to get patched up and stayed the night watching her sleep on the other side of the same bed, unable to even close an eye. Her obliviousness was no help, since she was always calling him a friend, a coworker, a team member, even a mate. It was killing him.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” she muttered shifting her position a bit. She knew he was awake and there was no point denying “how are your injuries?” she reached towards his arm covered with fresh cuts almost touching it, but stopping a few millimeters away from the skin. Luckily for him, since he knew her single touch would make him burn. He wanted to kiss her, to do more – to make her feel good, to make her his and only his…….. Dirty thought and images was now creeping in his mind “Dick?” she frowned “you are distracted, officer”. That last word and her body so close made him jump out of the bed immediately, terrified his self-control was failing him.
“I’m fine. I’m gonna get some water. Go back to sleep, you need to rest.”
“But…”
“No buts. Sleep. I’m taking the couch.”
He did not get any rest that night. Crazy dreams that could never happen were enough to keep him up.
***
She got hurt. Because of him. Because of his recklessness and distraction. He shouldn’t have left her alone. Y/N was just doing her job, securing the evidences. Every other detective was in the other room of the house when shooters came through the door, firing their guns in every possible direction. Before anyone could react three policemen where bleeding, and one was dead.
“Shit! Y/N!” Dick hissed and rushed to the place where she was hoping nothing happened. He managed to disarm three of the attackers on the way, but judging from the sound she was dealing with the fourth, doing pretty good job. Even if blue lanterns were never considered the fighters, she was an exception, years in Titans and Hal’s upraise giving her exceptional skills in hand-to-hand fight, blue constructs adding to that. She was spinning, ducking and sliding, creating blue daggers and blades, going for the win when she saw him. A second of hesitation was enough for the opponent and she ended up with a knife in her stomach and blood flowing everywhere. The last thing she felt was a pair of strong arms embracing her and lifting her up, holding close to wide chest whispering the most cliché words – it’s gonna be ok.
And now she was on the ICU, looking small and pale in hospital bed with Dick sitting on the uncomfortable chair holding her cold hands.
“Detective Grayson?” doctor’s voice made him stand up immediately “she’s going to be fine. No serious damage was done, luckily the blade missed the organs by an inch. And this girl, she’s strong, a fighter.”
“You have no idea, doctor. Thank you.”
“Just doing my job.” The MD shrugged but smiled happily “you got couple minutes left, and then she’ll need rest.”
“Ok.” When the doctor disappeared he leaned over girl’s sleeping figure and lovingly kissed her forehead “I’ll take care of you.”
***
Year ago.
“I need your help.”
“My help of Blue’s help?” she asked “wait, don’t answer. I know what it will be.”
“Of course you do.” she could tell he rolled her eyes on the other side of the phone line.
“So? what’s the case? Go on. I got work.”
“There’s this girl. Her name is Rachel…..”
“Wait, are you talking about the teenager that run away from the house? The one, whose mother was shot straight in the head?” Y/N voice came up an octave.
“Yes. Wait, how do you…..?”
“So it happens I’m at the crime scene, detective.”
“Right.” Of course, he should have known she would be called there right away. And he did not like the fact that he wasn’t there with her to keep her safe. He didn’t trust anyone else with that.
“Relax, Dick. Everyone’s safe and I know how to protect myself. I can’t understand why do I have to assure you of it every time you are not around. I thought you knew my killer skills.”
“I know, but remember what happened last time?”
“It was a year ago, you fool! And it was your fault.” He went quiet for a bit too long “Dick? Are you still there?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty.”
“I know.”
“But you’re sulking. We’ve been through this. All is forgiven and forgotten. Now, what about this Rachel girl?”
“She’s like you. She has powers. And she’s terrified.”
“she just lost her mother, no surprise with that.”
“Not only about that. There’s something dark about her. Can you come?”
“Give me an hour.”
***
“Hey, you must be Rachel? I’m a friend of Dick.”
“Where is he?” the girl truly was terrified
“Dealing with paperwork. He asked me to watch over you.”
“I don’t think it’s safe to be around me.”
“I can handle myself. Now, since I work on the case of …. Nevermind. Can you tell me what happened?” Y/N held Rachel’s hand trying to reach for the hope inside the girl.
“I…. I……”
“I won’t push you. But I know Dick promised to help you and I’m going to make sure he keeps that promise, all right?”
“Ok. I need help…..”
***
Today
“What exactly is the case of Dick and Y/N?” Gar could not hold back the question
“Are you asking me?” Donna raised an eyebrow at the green haired boy.
“Well you are the only one here who knows about their past.”
“Yeah, everyone can tell he’s in love with her.” Rachel added “so why does she keep pushing his limits?”
“Well it’s not my story to tell” Donna scoffed “if you want to know anything you may as well go the subject of this discussion and …..”
“So you are now talking shit about me behind my back?” Y/N leaned on the doorframe and crossed he arms “come on, I;m a big girl I can handle anything. Donna?”
“Nope. I’m out. You can talk to the kids, they seem very interested about your past.”
“Really? Why? Rachel? Gar?”
“Y/N, I love you, but I need to speak with Dick. Gar can explain. Right, Gar?” she eyed him suggestively.
“What?” he frowned but soon the realization dawned on him “oh, yeah, right, sure. I’ll explain.” Rachel and Donna nodded and left leaving Y/N with the boy.
“So, what’s up shifter?”
“Why don’t you love Dick back?” Gar blurted before realizing his words
“What?” she was taken aback “what are you talking about?”
“Nothing.” He tried to escape but she was quick to pin him back to the chair
“Oh, no, no, no, no. You are not running away from me. Talk. Now.”
“Don’t shoot the messenger.” Gar raised both his hands in surrender “but how can you be so oblivious? Everyone knows he loves you and you miss all the signs!”
“that’s absurd! He’s just a friend. Which is a progress, since we were more like enemies at the beginning. And who’s everyone? And since when you are so gossiping?”
“Donna. Rachel. Kori. Me. Everyone! From what I can tell even Hank and Dawn get the message. And I’m not gossiping.” He sighed “Look Y/N, you are my best friend, you know it, right?” the girl nodded “and that’s why I care about your happiness.”
“But….”
“No, no buts. You are making two people unhappy. Three if you count me. Do you love him?”
“Gar…..”
“Do you?” he studied her face carefully, his tone now gentle. They only knew each other for a while but he already knew talking about and expressing emotions was not her stronger suit.
“I do….” She whispered looking down.
“Well I can assure you he loves you to. Why do you think Rachel went to talk to him?”
“You two are unbelievable.”
“And that’s why you love us” he grinned “now go talk to him.”
***
“Dick? Can we…. Can we talk?”
“I’m actually a bit busy.” He was tensed so his conversation with Rachel must have been emotional
“Come on, Dickie, I bet you have five minutes for me.” She came closer and put an hand on his arm from behind gently stroking his shoulder. Out of instinct he leaned more into her touch wanting more. “So, Gar talked to me.”
“About what?” he turned around making her hand drop and immediately missing the contact.
“You. And well.. um.. me being blind.”
“How so?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“You know what!”
“Well maybe I’m tired of guessing!”
“Putting the pieces of information together is your job! So quit playing!”
Instead of soft conversation they were now yelling at each other. Not how it supposed to go.
“I hate you! All those years I held it back but I hate you!”
“Really?” She mocked “what do you hate about me the most?” she started circling him like a predator
“don’t do this.” He warned, his eyes glistening
“my blue light?” she took a step letting some of the aura out “or maybe my hands?” she brushed her fingertips on his arm causing him to close his eyes
“You’re walking down a dangerous path….”
“Sure, what’s new. Oh,I know” she faked surprise “I know what you hate about me the most.” She leaned close to him “I bet it’s my lips, right?”
He didn’t answer as he could not hold back anymore and closed the distance between them crashing his lips on hers. She was right. He hated those soft pink, plump and kissable lips he was dreaming about for so long. He hated her aura, full of hope. He hated her hands that patched him up so many times and that brought him comfort and sense of safety everytime she touched him. He hated what she was doing to him, how she was messing with his head, how vulnerable she was making him, he hated…..
“I love you” he whispered pulling away, letting his arms sneak around her waist, holding her tight, not wanting to let go. “I loved you since the day you showed at the tower. I wanted you for so long.”
“Why did you hold it back? I really thought we were just friends. You were withdrawing every time I tried to…."
“Stop talking.” He pressed their lips together again, drunk on the feeling of her, craving her, tightening the embrace trying to get her closer than it was physically possible.
“Ouch, not that I’m complaining, but Dick that hurts. You’re strong, remember?” she whined as he started to crush her.
“Sorry. But I love you so fucking much. Feels good to say it.”
“Why don’t you let me try then?” she smirked locking hands on his neck and looking him straight into the eyes “Richard Grayson, I love you too. But you are an idiot! Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!”
“I was scared you would run away. You always displaced the emotions, so….”
“Dick, you dumbass. I am a lantern, I thrive on emotions, I just can’t let it consume me. Don’t want to turn into the red lantern, or worse – a black one. Do you know the latter drive on death?”
“Is that possible? For you to change color?"
“Don’t know, but I can’t risk it.”
“Well, I’ll make sure to provide you with hope if that’s what you need. Hope for us, for starters.”
“Ok, Mr. Grayson, so why don’t you kiss me again?”
“Gladly.” He would never get tired of holding, touching and having her. He was dead set on making up for the lost seven years.
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what's not to like?
luke hughes x reader
summary: luke's family isn't exactly fond of you.
warnings: slight angst? ellen and jim are NOT a fan of this relationship one bit and make it very known. mention of a car accident and hospital.
It shouldn’t have shocked you that dating the youngest child of a family would be hard. Luke Hughes was the youngest of the most protective older brothers you had ever met. Plus, his parents adored him for being the baby of the family. You met Luke when you were at university. It was the first exam week for most of the university, and you were tired of your roommate talking too loud on the phone with her long-distance boyfriend.
Luke had already been at one of the tables when you approached. “I will offer you a granola bar if you let me take the extra seat,” you blurted out. Luke looked up from his textbook, a playful smile on his face. “As long as it’s a flavor I like.”
He ended up walking you home that night. Before you left his side, you took one of your pens and scribbled your number on his hand. “It was nice to meet you, Luke.”
The library meet-ups for Luke and you didn’t stop there. You had three more library dates before Luke got the courage to actually ask you out. It was a simple date out to one of the local restaurants and a movie back at his house. You were able to dodge his roommates when you were over. You learned that Luke played hockey, and he asked you to attend one of his games. When you began talking about hockey, you learned his other brothers also played hockey in the NHL.
You found yourself over at the hockey house often and, more specifically, in Luke’s bed. Meeting his roommates, attending his games, kissing him in the library, everything was perfect. The two of you had been dating for over four months now. It shouldn’t have blindsided you when Luke asked you to travel home with him for a short trip. You had been hesitant about making the trip home with him, citing schoolwork as a worry. His defense was that his brothers were on the break for the league, and you had just passed your recent exam.
Your heart was beating rapidly on the drive there. Luke had reached over, a laugh falling from his lips, “You’ll be fine.”
You were very much not fine at all. It was awkward, and you wanted to disappear. Apparently, Luke had not informed anyone about bringing his girlfriend home. And his mom did not appreciate the comment that you two could share Luke’s bedroom, nor did she enjoy the insinuation from Luke that the two of you were sleeping together. “(Y/N) will sleep in the guest room,” his mother, Ellen, stated.
You thought the conversations couldn’t get worse, but then they did. Jack asked you something about your studies during dinner, and you were caught up in talking to notice your hand flying into your drink, spilling it over Jim. You apologized profusely, and suddenly you had no appetite for dessert.
Luke knew you were struggling and suggested a walk out on the dock. “You’re nervous. It’s fine. This will all be a laugh later,” he cupped your face in his hands. “First impressions are important, and I’m not making a good one. God, I talked shit about Quinn’s team without realizing it, couldn’t eat your mom’s food because I’m allergic to the ingredients, spilled my drink on your dad, and Jack looks like he’s going to kill me,” you cried. “They are going to love you no matter what.”
The whole weekend was a disaster. You just couldn’t get anything correct. Luke was feeling it too. He knew his family didn’t exactly find themselves fond of you. When the trip came to a close, you thanked his family and went to sit in his car. “Luke, honey, can we talk?” Ellen called.
Luke’s heart broke as he heard his parents talk about how they weren’t sure you were suitable for Luke. “Do Jack and Quinn feel the same?” Luke cleared his throat. “Your brothers don’t want you to get hurt,” Jim trailed off. Luke nodded angrily. “I’ll see you guys later,” Luke left without another word.
It was a quiet trip back to campus. As Luke’s car rolled to a stop outside your dorm, you went to leave, but he stopped you. “I hope you know that I still want you to be my girlfriend, even if my family doesn’t like you.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek, “Luke Hughes, I think I love you.”
“Good, because I think I love you too.”
Luke had ignored his parent’s wishes for him to break things off with you. You had shut yourself off from him for a couple of days after the trip, but he let you know that he was here to stay. You guys didn’t try to mend things with his parents until weeks later in a much less stressful situation. His parents had come to campus for dinner, and Luke invited you.
“(Y/N), has Luke talked to you about him leaving for New Jersey?” Jim asked. “We’ve talked a little about the situation,” Luke’s hand squeezed your thigh as you talked, “we both agreed that we wanted to continue to make things work.” Luke smiled, “I’ll fly her out to all my home games when she doesn’t have class. I'll have the money.”
His parents didn’t like that comment. It resulted in a stern phone call about money and priorities. You only cringed as you listened to Luke defend you over the phone that night. Luke held you when you cried that night.
You didn’t understand it. You had so much love for the Hughes boy, and no one could see it. It was seeping into your relationship with Luke. Luke understood that you didn’t want to be around people who didn’t like you, but he still wanted you to interact with the people who meant so much to him.
You ended up having another bad conversation with Jack, this time on the phone. Only Luke’s brother would call when he was showering. You decided to answer the phone for him, “Hi Jack, it’s (Y/N). Luke is showering.”
“And you just answer his phone for him?” Jack asked. “I, uh, just wanted to make sure you didn’t need me to get him for you,” you fiddled with a string on the blanket. Jack sighed, “Just tell him to call me. When he’s alone.”
You ended up telling Luke that Jack called, but you didn’t tell him about Jack’s tone toward you. You were not trying to cause problems between the brothers. It hurt even more when you found out his parents had asked Jack to call and "knock some sense" into Luke about his relationship with you.
When a free weekend rolled around, Luke finally got you to agree to go out to a nearby city with him to watch Quinn play since the Canucks were playing. You kept offering to pay for your own plane ticket, but Luke wouldn’t have it. You tried to enjoy the trip, but you felt like you would do something wrong each minute. While out at dinner, Luke kissed your cheek and rushed off to the bathroom. “He really loves you,” Quinn stated. “I really love him too.”
Before Luke returned to the table, Quinn spoke up again, “I’ll put in a good word with my parents about you two.”
It was a good trip, and you were hoping you had finally got one of Luke’s brothers to like you. Luke was ecstatic the whole plane ride home, saying you could win Jack over when you visit them in New Jersey. You were excited at the idea of his family starting to like you.
A week or two after that, you had been sitting in your dorm when your phone rang. When you answered the phone call from Ethan, you were met with a scramble of words, something about a car accident and Luke being hurt. You didn’t think for a second before rushing out of your room.
When you arrived at the hospital, Dylan, Ethan, and Mark were sitting in the waiting room. “Did they call Ellen and Jim yet?” You asked. “They were in New Jersey with Jack. They said they were catching a flight now. The nurse said he could have one person stay with him, and we agreed it should be you,” Dylan explained.
You ended up spending the night in the hospital with Luke, curled up in an uncomfortable chair as he rested. The guys dropped off food for you and gifts for their friend. You were woken up when his parents got there. They had caught you sleeping next to their son, and that’s when they realized that you were good for Luke.
“Hi mom,” Luke groaned out. “Hi sweetheart, how are you?” His mom asked. You awkwardly sat there. “I’m fine, (Y/N) was here for me all night.”
“Well, thank god for (Y/N),” Ellen gave you a soft smile.
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clutch || one
there are written parts :)
the good thing about being a game streamer was that when you were famous, your salary was kind of high. the bad thing was that the streaming platform wonwoo uses... started taking a huge cut of his earnings, leading him to this situation.
voice call
"okay to be honest, wonwoo, you were kind of stupid in the sense that you didn't buy your house but rented instead."- mingyu
"2 years ago, i was broke, mingyu. i just finished university and needed a place big enough for me and seollie. this place was very cheap for the amount of space." - wonwoo
"can't you buy this place outright? you have the money... right?" - mingyu
"my streaming platform started taking 30% of my earnings. and the building's owner changed, so there was a rent increase. it'll take me a long time to buy this apartment outright. by the time i can, i'll be in debt." - wonwoo
"so a roommate!" - mingyu
"why can't you be my roommate?" - wonwoo
"i already bought myself a place. plus your apartment is really far from my restaurant." - mingyu
"so how do you come by every morning to cook me food?" - wonwoo
"my restaurant is only open for dinner. i'm a celebrity chef, wonwoo. if it was open the whole day, i wouldn't get any rest. anyways, talk to the girl. she may be quite a good roommate for you." - mingyu
"sure..." - wonwoo
she fixed her hair and checked her face in her camera again. this was her 5th try at apartment hunting. when her ex-boyfriend decided to cheat on her and steal her studio apartment, she lost many things. apparently, no one liked rooming with an artist because they were "messy" and may dirty the apartment.
"i swear if this guy rejects me i have no options left... please oh my god PLEASE let me stay here... don't screw up the interview..."
"yn ln?"
mind you, she had never seen her potential roommate's face before and she definitely did not expect someone of MODEL STANDARDS to be calling her name.
"jeon wunwoo?"
"wonwoo. jeon wonwoo."
ah... i've already screwed up.
"oh i'm so sorry..."
"it's fine. come on up."
she's funny... who the hell monologues out loud?
"so these will be your rooms. they're connected by the closet." - wonwoo
"i get two rooms?" - yn
"don't you need space to do your art?" - wonwoo
"oh. oh yea. thank you." - yn
"oh yea. i also have a dog, seollie. she's my family dog. i hope your not allergic." - wonwoo
"i'm not. I love dogs!" - yn
"that's good. also, there's only one bathroom so please remember to knock before entering." - wonwoo
"ah okay. wait but i thought we were having an interview. you're showing me around as if you've already decided i'm moving in." - yn
"are you not?" - wonwoo
"oh i am?" - yn
"i prefer to deal with things quickly. this roommate idea was my friend's, not mine. so i would really rather the first "candidate" be the last." - wonwoo
"i have no complaints. when can i move in? i promise i'll be out of here by the end of next year." - yn
"we have a deal. you can move in starting tomorrow." - wonwoo
"any roommate rules or do we draft that out tomorrow?" - yn
"... tomorrow." - wonwoo
"great. thanks. I'll be back tomorrow with my stuff." - yn
ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
a/n - i screw up the tweet dates A LOT so please just ignore them most of the time okay... I don't like the dates either but my app doesn't let me remove them also i'm assuming seollie is a sheepadoodle and a female and i'm so sorry if i'm wrong but there's too little info on wonwoo's family dog to be accurate.
synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has…
1. a stable job ✅
2. talent for art and sculpting ✅
3. many friends ❌
4. social anxiety ✅
5. no filter ✅
when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.
inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)
pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)
genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao
warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks
started: 28.12.23
ended: ?
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Love's a Vicious Killer
WC: over 2k. GIF by steverogersnotebook
Warnings [ dark ransom/ murderous thoughts/ noncon!/dubcon/ forced breeding/ just ransom himself/smut/toxic ass shit]
It was always cold after classes but today it was much colder and impacted you heavily. Maybe it was the short dress you had on or the lack of a jumper. All you knew was that you were freezing and that your Uber was taking forever to pick you up after you finished University today. You were offered loads of lifts by your friends yet you denied them not wanting to burden them or ruin your routine. So you decided to sit on the bench.
Not any bench. The bench next to Ransom Drysdale. Apparently he was just a rich asshole but you thought he was just a funny, snarky guy. He never spoke bad about you, the only time he did, you were walking past and heard him saying:
"Yeah she's little miss sunshine. Has the whole school up her ass. A little dumb too but that's why everyone loves her I guess."
After hearing that you walked past with a smile knowing that even one of the meanest people thought you were bright and happy. Which is why you sat next to him.
"Hi Ransom!"
He looked to you bored and rolled his eyes. And looked back to the side giving you a chance to admire him. His hair always looked so fluffy and he had the prettiest blue eyes. You saw he was wearing his big brown coat and his white sweater and then you were reminded of your own coldness.
"H-how come you're sat here?"
You chattered through the shiver you were trying to hold back. He looked at you and took note of the short dress and your bare legs. He let out a sigh, his breath was visible in the air noting him of how cold it was explaining further to your shivering.
"My mum's late to picking me up princess because my car broke down. What about you? You just here to try and brighten my day up, huh?"
"I'm waiting for my Uber, but I don't wanna wait alone, and I thought you'd be good company."
Ransom scanned the grounds surrounding you, and saw your class partner also waiting, leaving him to raise his eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, then why aren't you with Jeremy? Surely he can deal with your sickening optimism better than me."
You giggle at that, the melody making Ransoms heart beat faster making him furrow his brow,
"Jeremy is super sweet but he's like a cinnamons bun, too much and you get sick. Don't tell him I said that though!"
Ransom let out a chuckle over the idea that one of the sweetest people can't stand being around other sweet people.
"So what princess, you wanna sit here and talk shit about people with the biggest asshole on campus?"
You turned to him and left him mesmerized with how pretty your eyes were, how full your lips were and how truly beautiful you were.
"Absolutely! I don't think you're an a-asshole though."
Ransom suddenly remembered how cold it was and stood up. He grabbed your arm gently and pulled you up. He took note of how big his arm was compared to your body. He took his coat off and put it on you. He smirked at how it truly drowned you. You looked up at him with your doe eyes and smiled at him.
"Thanks Ransom. See you're not an asshole."
"I'm not an asshole to you Princess."
"How come?"
"Are you saying you want me to be an asshole to you Princess?"
"N-no just curious."
Ransom sighs and sat back down on the bench and dragged you with him so you were sat on his lap. He looked at you and smiled tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"You don't remember do you?"
"R-remember what?"
Ransom smiled again:
"You were the first person to be nice to me on my first day on university. Infact you showed me around."
You remembered then.
Instead of him being cocky and smug back then, he was slightly timid and the entire time you showed him round you were talking about writing. He was telling you how he was to inherit a writing company and you telling him you struggle with it but you adore reading. When you finally finished the chore, he gave you a book by his grandfather. Claiming that the book he gave you was his style of writing.
Grinning at Ransom you reached into your bag and pulled the worn out book.
'Love's a Vicious Killer'
"So you do remember Princess?"
You giggled and hugged him. He was taken aback but happily returned the hug. Anything to have you close.
"You still wanna talk shit Princess?"
"Definitely. Did you hear that Derick is thinking of proposing to Jane! They're so young and they've only dated a month."
Ransom let out a hearty chuckle and looked at you with a lopsided smirk.
"I'd marry you in less than a month Princess. Don't get in the way of others happiness or karma will get ya."
You blushed and looked away. He was right you were being judgemental. And now your head was swirling with fantasies of you and Ransom married.
"If we were married you'd have to accept the fact that we're living in a cute little house."
"Little? Oh no Princess we're going to have a big family, can't have a small house."
"What? How many kids are we expecting to have Ranny?"
"At least five. I need to see you constantly full Princess so then everyone knows that the asshole got the sunshine."
You giggled at him and looked at your phone and sighed. Your Uber was gonna be another half an hour. Ransom saw this too and decided he wasn't done talking about your future.
"Why don't you get a lift back with me Princess? I promise you, my mum will love you more than me."
You looked at him hesitantly. You took a thought and decided that you should. Ransom rarely talked to anyone, it was nice that he was talking to you. So with a smile you agreed.
"Sure, but only if you agree that I get to name all our sons!"
"Absolutely princess. You can name them all, you're going through birth. I think it's your right."
You giggled with him.
"Cmon princess this is us. Let's go"
Ever since that car ride home from Ransom and his mum, you've been inseparable. He was right his mum adored you, infact she loved you so much she invited you to dinner every Sunday. And ofcourse you accepted because you truly adored his mum, she was smart and strong and always complimented how amazing your cookies tasted.
Which reminded you to take the cookies out of your bag so you can give them to Ransom. As you leaves class you see him stood opposite, waiting patiently against the wall. When he looks up at the noise and sees you and smiles which you return.
"Hi princess, how was class?"
"It was supa good Ranny. Also I have cookies but they're for this Sunday as an apology that I won't be there!"
It was like the world stopped. Why would you not be there, it left Ransom infuriated. You can't just skip one of the meals. It's mandatory now the you were his girlfriend even if you weren't aware of it.
"Why won't you be there sugar?"
"Oh because I have a date with Jeremy!"
Ransom could have snapped Jeremy's neck right there and the fucked you hard against the wall right over his dead body. He was radiating pure anger. How dare you choose another man over him! How dare you choose Jeremy, a guy you claimed was too sweet over him! Ransom swallowed his murderous thoughts and shaped them into a fake smile.
"I thought you didn't like him Princess?"
"Well, he got me flowers and said he adored working with me! I was stunned but it was so sweet I loved it!"
Ransom let out a laugh while trying to hold back his rage. So there wasn't anything too sweet for you, huh? Well too late Princess now you have to deal with the sour taste of Ransom.
"Well ain't that cute, just know though Princess you're missing out on going on a date with me."
You giggled at Ransom, completely oblivious to his jealousy. You had thought about you and Ransom alot but he never made a move so you decided to move on before you got hurt by him.
"Like you'd ever ask me Ranny! If you did maybe it'd be us going to the cinemas instead of me and Jeremy!"
Ransom was done. He missed his chance and now someone was going to have to pay, and he knew who. He was going to have you no matter what. For now though he'll enjoy the rest of the day with you and make sure to get all the details out of you about Jeremy. Including where he lives.
It was a day before the news spread about Jeremy breaking his legs and Sunshines heart. But luckily Ransom was there to hide his fingerprints from the crime scene and there to fix your heart.
You laid on his couch crying over how stupid you could have been to trust him. Jeremy wasn't sweet, he was sour and bitter.
"C'mon Princess come here"
You got up and sat on Ransoms lap snuggling into him. Ransom laced his hand under your chin and made you look at him before he enchanted you with his softly spoken words;
"You didn't need him Princess. You need someone who can hold you, spoil you and someone who's family adores you. I hate to say it but I'm the winner. And I promise you this princess, I will protect you, I'll keep you warm. Anything you want, you have. Just be mine. Be mine and you'll see how amazing life truly can be at my side."
Before you could agree Ransoms strong hand slithered up to your cheek and then behind your head where he pulled you to him and kissed you. His lips were soft and they fit yours so perfectly. You pulled away for breath. Looking into his blue eyes so intently.
You repositioned yourself so you were straddling his lap, before you closed the distance again and kisses him. You felt his tongue gently nudge your mouth open. He was so dominating even through a kiss you could tell he was in control and he was holding back. When you pulled away for air. You looked at him desperately you whispered gently against his lips.
"I'm all yours Ransom. All yours. Need you so bad."
And like that every ounce of control Ransom had slipped through the cracks and he knew that he had you.
He flipped you over so that you back was against the couch and Ransom was on top of you.
He looked down at you hungrily and looked back up at you before kissing you desperately. You could feel your souls intertwining through the passion of the kiss. All the while Ransoms wandering hands were pulling his top off and unbuckling his belt. You giggled at how rushed you both were.
When you were finally free from clothes and was left vulnerable to Ransoms stare you felt insecure, what if he didn't like how you looked? That thought was shortly cut off by Ransoms though,
"Fuck you're a fucking model. What the fuck your body is so fucking beautiful."
Before you could even return the compliment or even blush, Ransom was back on top of you and was kissing down your neck. Ensuring that you were covered in his marks. He leaned down to the valley of your breasts before he turned to your left breast and took the nipple into his mouth. Coating it in his spit, his tongue circling it happily. His other hand was toying with your nipple making you wetter by the second. When he pulled a way you moaned in disappointment before he tapped your pussy in warning for being so impatient.
"Fuck you're so sweet baby, can't wait for these to fill with milk. Fucking pretty tits. Hiding these from me the entire time and now I'm playing with them you're moaning like a little whore."
You whined as his fingers leaned down and dipped into wet hole. He let out a groan,
"So warm and wet, and so fucking tight. Better than my fist ever will be. Gonna ruin your little fucking hole."
He travelled down so his face was positioned infront of your pussy before you could even say anything. He licked a long strip up your pussy enjoying how you shivered. He smiled before he suckled on your clit while his fingers dove into you, immediately finding that spot that made you toes curl in your little pussy.
"Fucking little baby pussy you have. You're gonna cum so fast aren't you, you gonna let me taste it? You gonna let daddy taste your sweet cum, Princess?"
His constant licks and pushes of his fingers matched with his dirty tongue took you overboard before you came all over his fingers and tongue. Allowing him to taste you cum as he practically begged.
"Sweet. Fuckin knew it. All the candy you eat goes straight to your cunt."
As you were coming down from your high, you looked down and saw Ransoms cock. The pink head was dribbling in precum and all you could think was how would it fit. He was so big and wide. Surely it would hurt. Your thoughts were cut off once again as he plunged the head of his cock into your tight little pussy.
"H-Hugh! It hurts please take it out!"
"Fuck so fucking tight. Stupid little whore calling me Hugh. My name's Ransom or Daddy to you."
"Take it out daddy please!"
"Fuck you're just so tight I can't baby. You asked for this, you wanted this baby. Remember when we were talking about the future. 5 kids, you're gonna be pregnant with our first by the end of tonight."
Just as you were about to deny him, he sunk his entire length into you. Stealing the words from you and replacing them with a groan of ecstasy from his own lips. You felt tears spring in your eyes. You felt like a rabbit trapped by the wolf. You fell for Ransoms tricks and now you were paying the price.
He slowly pulled out leaving just the tip in before repeating the action ensuring each thrust was accompanied by the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your flesh. He reached his hand down and started playing with your clit. Making you feel pleasure from being stuffed with Ransoms cock.
As he set a pace and started pounding you, he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth again, licking and sucking it. Making you arch your back and push your tits into his face more. He pulled back and smirked while letting out groans. He was admiring how beautiful you were stuffed with his cock, your tits bouncing and your eyes in the back of your head.
"Fucking look at you. Perfect Little cock whore. I was right to choose you. Knew from the day I met you this pussy would be worth it. That you would be worth. Fucking accepting that book from me, didn't even know it had a listening device in it. Had to listen to you playing with my pretty pussy for years. Know everything about you Princess. You're fucking mine!"
You could feel yourself draw closer to the edge, Ransom could feel it too so he leaned down and kissed you taking all the pathetic moans out of your mouth and swallowing them down with his delicious grunts. As Ransoms pace increased you came marking his cock as yours. The sudden tightness of your pussy made his thrusts stutter and his eyes roll back before he came inside you and marked you as his equally.
You laid there for a while both catching your breaths. As you looked down you saw something shiny on your hand. You brought it up to your face a saw a ring on it. More specifically you left hand, on your ring finger. Ransom grabbed your hand and kissed it.
"Your mine princess. Since day one. You can't escape me. But I promise if you stay by my side, anything you want will be yours. Just be my good girl and life will reward you."
#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom thrombey x reader#ransom smut#ransom drysdale#ransom drydale x you#ransom drysdale x female reader#dark ransom drysdale#dark ransom x reader
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Mission Impossible Dashboard Simulator
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Why is it called the Impossible Mission Force if we've succeeded at almost every mission we've done? Impossible mission? More like possible mission
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she mission on my impossible til i task force
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this was an unnecessary addition to my post. i have your IP address.
#im going to tell Bravo Echo 11 what you wrote
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I can't believe that they decided to tell the public that it was a gas leak. how many gas leaks per month will the public accept??? theyre so gullible smh
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dude... don't know how to tell you this. it was really a gas leak this time.
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oh my god?! you're joking. well i guess one of them had to be real
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ha! got you. you're just as gulible as the general public it seems.
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BLOCKED.
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guys can we not reblog this. can we stop reblogging please
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i hate it here. let me resign.
#officelife #imissbeingafieldagent #workingforkittragefuckingsucks
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Hey guys. I'm new to tumblr. My partner told me to make an account. He also said to tell you guys some stuff about me but that seems like a breach of information.
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Dude. I promise no one's going to know it's you. You can share something, like, what's a hobby of yours?
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i climb things.
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...no. That's what you do for work.
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hello? did you just delete your account???
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guys talking to some of my peers and im encountering some strange opinions. just want to clear things up.
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...
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jeez. reading the tags and some of you need a raise in morale. sure this was the only option that left you alive or free but after a certain amount of years most of you should be allowed to retire to a civilian life. couldn't be me though. i fucking love shooting people.
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sometimes a workplace rivalry is just as good as a workplace romance
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guys OP let his team leader give real nuclear launch codes to a terrorist. dont follow him
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I can neither confirm nor deny details of any operation without the Secretary's approval.
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you guys will not believe how insane my team is guys. the mask machine broke again and my team leader decided we would just go without masks. does anyone else have this problem?
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omg yes!! we always keep TWO mask machines on hand for all of OUR missions because one of them is always breaking! ive complained to the tech team so much but apparently its 'our fault' and we need to 'be more gentle' with the machines
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what do they mean, "be more gentle"?? i mean my team once had a guy slam the mask machine against our targets face and it broke. but i cant imagine other teams doing that
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yeah no that's.... why did you use the mask machine as a weapon? i... our problem is that we've been 'making too many masks at once' according to the tech. what.... how have your other mask machines broken....
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well now i don't want to say.
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...
#goodlord #imscared
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so was anyone going to tell me that the prisoner ive been transporting to america was actually the most wanted terrorist of our times. or was i supposed to find out when i dropped him off and the CIA congratulated me for keeping him contained.
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It wasn't your buisiness to know. especially if you're going to be talking about it on social media.
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im so sorry please dont fire me
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day 78 of saying FUCK THE CIA
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FUCK THE CIA
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HELL YEAH!
day 1 of saying FUCK THE MI6
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HELL YEAH
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good evening everyone. you probably could figure out already by my manner of typing, but I am in fact the person who voices all your mission dossiers. I just want to say that I'm also responsible for gathering and summarizing all the information you need. and let me just say. you all have some serious shit going on. jesus christ.
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...and?
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and what? I'm glad I'm not a field agent. LOL
#my average day is me reading papers out loud #your average day is 'if your team is caught or killed you will be disavowed' LOL
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guys why is Lane kinda.... 😳
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??! no he's fucking not
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politely i disagree with you.
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YOU'RE looking at dossier photographs. *I* saw him IRL
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omg you met him?! can you get his autograph for me please
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what is wrong with you?!
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do you guys ever just sit in a local coffee shop and try to profile random strangers for fun
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no? wtf
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what? theyre civilians. its fun
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girl.... in D.C.? ain't no one a civilian
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Official IMF Heritage Post
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0 days without a disaster
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WHAT HAPPENED?!
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dude... you don't even want to know....
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thats all for now ^w^ i have more ideas
#unreality#dashboard simulator#this is fun actually what#mission impossible#ethan hunt#benji dunn#ilsa faust#william brandt#they are all there if you can find them ^w^#poll#polls
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Ok so this happened 6 years ago now. For background I had a friend I’ll call Sarah (F20 at the time), who I have been best friends with for almost 10 years. We knew each other super well and hung out all of the time, but because we went to different undergrad universities, we hung out the most in the summer. At her university, she made lots of friends, and one was this very outgoing, overly-friendly, boisterous guy who I will call Ted (M20 at the time). He was one of those people who poured compliments onto people and honestly also acted pretty unhinged. Kind of a hypnotic person to be around. Since Ted and Sarah hung out so often and became so close, I started to hang out with him too and thought of him as a friend.
Near the end of my junior year of undergrad, Ted came to my university to hang out with me a bit and also see his old high school friend Brandon (M20 at the time). I didn’t know Brandon, but thought I’d join them for lunch. After meeting him and hanging out, we all began to hang out more that summer. Sarah, Ted, Brandon and I would meet up a lot and honestly do some really fun stuff.
It became apparent that Ted had a huge long-term crush on Brandon. But Brandon did not have those types of feeling back. Brandon is also bisexual but just didn’t feel that way towards Ted. It actually made him visibly uncomfortable with Ted would come onto him, but he seemed to push past it because they were close friends, had been through so much together, and he genuinely enjoyed being in this group.
As the summer progressed, Brandon and I became close. We hung out more and more one-on-one and honestly I really started to feel attracted to him. After my boyfriend and I broke up, Brandon asked me out soon after.
When we told Ted and Sarah one night that Brandon and I had started dating, Ted ran out of the house seriously upset. He wouldn’t respond to us and Sarah said he would calm down eventually. We all left and it was awkward. The next day Sarah had talked to Ted and it was apparent that they were both really upset with Brandon and I - especially me for some reason. They said what we did was hurtful and they thought I was being irresponsible. I tried to talk with them and figure out how to fix the friendship, but they wouldn’t talk to me.
One day, Sarah finally agreed to go on a walk with me. She explained that Ted was really upset and felt betrayed and hurt and she thought maybe eventually he would heal from it. But he never did. And Sarah, after almost a decade of friendship, would not return my texts or calls.
Fast forward 6 years later - Sarah and Ted still have not tried to reach out, even though I’ve apologized multiple times and tried to get them to talk with me. Things got a bit complicated more by COVID, but even so it’s been minimal response. I feel like I was booted out for no good reason and feel extremely hurt that my best friend dropped me so suddenly for this other friend. It really hurt to lose them, and I am still very confused by the extreme reaction.
And Brandon and I are still together. We’re getting married soon and I love him very much. It’s weird that Sarah won’t be at the wedding because as teenagers I would tell her that she would be my maid of honor. Feels like a big hole now that will never get filled or repaired.
Anyways, I wanted to get a consensus on if I was the asshole here. Obviously it doesn’t feel like it to me - I feel confused and hurt. Mostly by Sarah because I wasn’t as close to Ted.
What are these acronyms?
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I rewrote the first chapter of My Immortal if it were a super pretentious literary fiction novel
I came up with this idea at like 3am and I'm not great at litfic, so I just dialed up the purple prose to 10 and hoped for the best lmao
here it is:
My Immortal
Chapter 1
Slush battered my dorm room window, half-rain, half-snow, existing somewhere between two states of matter. Siblings of a sort, meshed in disharmony, coating the campus outside in its misery. I watched as the pretty-in-pink girls with their fluffy faux-leather boots and paper thin leggings slipped and struggled their way across the courtyard. Suffering. I loved it.
One of them, a girl in garish Aeropostale garb, caught my eyes, and her face twisted with bitterness. Her minions gathered around her, “are you okay, Brittney? What’s the matter, Brittney?” but she didn’t answer them. A petty impulse gripped me, and I raised a single night-painted nail, baring my teeth in a wicked grin and making sure all of her friends saw the crude gesture. Brittney and her entourage stormed off, and I waved them away with self-satisfaction.
I returned to my vanity, picking out bottles and jars and palettes of Hot Topic-brand makeup. My tastes were simple, but refined. Unlike the baby blue and bubblegum that all the other girls wore, I understood the need for contrast. Where there is heat, you need cold; where there is light, there will be dark. White foundation, black lipstick. And, perhaps, a bit of eyeliner and some red eyeshadow for flare.
Black is an essential part of my wardrobe. It’s how I stand out from the mindless masses, how I tell the world that I’m not like other girls. I find variety through texture—lace for my corset, leather for my miniskirt, stitched canvas for my combat boots. Any colors I use are bright, but they’re carefully placed. Pink for my fishnets, red and purple highlights for my long ebony hair, neon bright like patterns on a poisonous frog.
The year 2006. My seventh and final year at Hogwarts. It was hard to believe I had made it this far—focusing on your studies isn’t easy when you’re always the center of attention. I had men tripping over their heels for me left and right, an intensely annoying phenomenon. I could spell it out for them a million times, that they could never handle me, that I don’t want to talk to preps and normies, and still they simper, my words like olive oil sliding off their brains. The fact that I was a vampire apparently wasn’t enough of a deterrent, nor was the hatred behind my icy blue eyes.
I walked outside, the cold air like a cooling balm against my pale skin. There was rarely any sun in Hogwarts during the winter months, the ideal environment for me. I was almost sad this was my last year. I took a deep breath, then walked out into the courtyard, with little more than a lacy parasol—black, like always—to shield me from the slush.
Once I reached the middle of the courtyard, I saw him. Draco Malfoy, standing in an adjacent walkway speaking to a few of his friends. Blond hair whipping in the wind, almost blending in with the frost. One of the few men at this school that I could tolerate. I recalled the day I met him, our first day in Potions class. The teacher spoke my full name when calling attendance, “Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.” A mouthful, but one I owned with pride. He called the name of the boy sitting next to me, “Draco Malfoy.”
He turned to me once we broke off to work in groups. “Your last name is Way?” he said, a glint of curiosity in his captivating hazel eyes. A mischievous grin split his face, and he said, “You wouldn’t happen to be related to Gerard Way, would you?”
That wasn’t the first time I heard the comparison, but it was also how I knew Draco wasn’t like other guys. He was actually cool. “I wish,” I said, smiling for the first time that day. "because he's a major fucking hottie."
“You look more like Amy Lee,” he replied.
I was charmed. I couldn’t help it. “You can call me Ebony,” I replied. “Like my hair.”
He spotted me in the courtyard, and his hazel eyes lit up. “Hey, Ebony!” he said, waving eagerly.
I felt myself blush as he approached me. “What’s up Draco?”
A small breath escaped his lips, as the sound of my voice seemed to bring something out of him. A short burst of exhilaration, perhaps at hearing his name spoken on my lips. A shade of longing passed over his face, and he was suddenly shy. “Nothing,” he finally said, still staring at me.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I paused, noticing my friend Willow behind him waving at me and calling my name. The bell for class rang, an infuriating interruption that made my stomach drop. Reluctantly, Draco and I parted ways.
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hope you enjoyed this mania-fueled atrocity I've committed lmao
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Quick Drabble
Eddie hated sports, with all of guts. He enjoyed interviewing people but when it came to sports he knew nothing. The people he typically asked questions to were all the movie stars and huge rockstars, it wasn’t all that hard to come up with question for people who he was actually interested in! He had gotten the call the night before from Robin Buckley, a friend of his who was also a journalist but did everything he hated. Which was sports. Of course his first question was why Nancy Wheeler wasn’t the first option for this. (Apparently she was out with the same thing Robin got, how convenient)
So that’s how Eddie found himself standing on a baseball field with a awkward smile. Shoulders tense as he gives the camera a plead for help. He had no idea what he was doing, and thankfully someone knew that and prepared questions for him to ask. He was wearing his Black Sabbath baseball jersey, the only sports related thing he owned. His hair was pulled up in a bun as he waits patiently for whoever the fuck he was interviewing to come over. Everything about this was boring, and he was more than willing to get hit in the head with a baseball to stop this interview from happening. Robin Buckley owed him he left kidney.
He straightens himself up when he sees one of the guys running off the field. He was buff yet somehow lean in a nice dad bod kind of way, he ran smoothly across the fired laughing with guys on the field. Eddie did not know who this was, but he wasn’t that dumb to not guess that this guy was probably a huge deal right now. His number was twenty eight, and he was right in front of the camera within seconds. He doesn’t even look like he broke a sweat getting to them. His smile is bright as he shakes hands with the camera guy, and then Eddie’s. Who’s mind goes blank for a second trying to process what was happening. His hand was twice the size of Eddie’s, palm rough from playing to much baseball and the shirt he was wearing was not hiding how big his chest was.
“Hi I’m Steve.” He introduces with a sweet smile. And oh god he looked like a golden retriever. “You must be Eddie right? Robin called and told me I would be talking to you today.” He hums gently. Eyes never leaving Eddie’s. (Fuck he was also super respectful) The guy was extremely charismatic and Eddie’s brain was not handling it well. Snapping into action he stutters over his words for a second.
“Yeah I’m Eddie, I know absolutely nothing about sports so don’t expect this to be the best interview you’ve ever gotten.” He laughs gently smiling a bit at the other who’s attitude doesn’t change. He just nods his head in understanding.
“Yeah don’t worry, Robin acts like she knows what she’s talking about all the time as well. You’ll be fine.” He says with a knowing grin. Playfully patting Eddie on the shoulder as he leans around him to take a water from one of the numerous people surrounding them. Once again Eddie’s brain stutters. He turns around himself taking the mic that he would be holding up for Steve talk into.
It doesn’t take long for everyone to get situated, the camera on and recording as Eddie asks the most basic questions ever (steve some how turns them interesting) they are almost finished and Eddie has to say that this wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought. Up until the point Steve moves faster then Eddie can catch on. Hand in the air with a baseball now, something that wasn’t there before. It was only a few inches away from hitting Eddie in the head. “Guys! Keep it on the fire!” Steve is yelling, as he quickly pitches it back to one of his teammates. Eddies a little shocked, that was kind of the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life. He’s pretty sure if he could get wet, he would be right now. His mouth is open a bit as Steve turns back to him.
“Sorry about that, sometimes they don’t know how to keep the ball on the field.” He chuckles, sounding extremely embarrassed. As if he didn’t just save Eddie’s life.
“Dude you were like- one of the Cullens from twilight fast how the fuck?” Of course they had to bleep the word out as Steve smiles with a blush. Arms crossed over his chest bashfully. Everyone around them snorting a bit at Eddie’s comparison. “What! That’s literally the only time baseball has been on my tv!” He says laughing gently as he turns back to Steve who was close to a laughing fit.
“We should probably get off the field before any of them hear you comparing me to twilight.” Steve laughs as he moves gesturing for the interview to move somewhere more safe.
And if Eddie walks away with a phone number, and with a dozens of messages from Robin and Nancy about how they just seen the interview. Well that was for him to know.
#baseball player steve harrington#Eddie munson#journalist eddie munson#steddie#stranger things#steve x eddie#steve harrington#bxb#steveharrington#steveddie#eddie stranger things#steve and eddie#Eddie nearly dies from a baseball#he walks away with a phone number#he’s never been more attracted to a man in his life
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Time wasn't in our favor - Part 1
Pairing: TASM Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Female!Reader
Summary: "Ooh, I can give you a mini tour of my New York city!" - What if...your soulmate is from another universe but you didn't know? Soulmate AU. Set during NWH, fluff.
Note: This will stray from NWH's main events since I needed to make it longer cause in the movie, they were only there for probably a few hours. Also, I just took 2 random elements as part of the cure, don't hold me responsible for that. Based on 'See you later' (ten years) by Jenna Raine.
Word count: 5k
Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.
"Damn, was I gone for years? Since when could you do magic?" Y/N jested as she walked through the portal that apparently Ned had conjured up. Her two friends smiled as they spotted the familiar glimmer in her eyes.
"Oh, you missed a lot," MJ commented, smiling sweetly at Y/N. "We all miss you a lot," she admitted. Ned nodded eagerly at this.
"Awe, MJ, I miss you guys too. It's boring not getting into trouble," Y/N half-hearted joke.
"Anyways, where am I? and where's Peter?" Y/N asked, observing the cozy living room she was in.
"You're at my grandma's house, and see...we don't know where he is, but since we managed to portal you here, we figure let's try to portal Peter here too,"
"I am so not used to this magic and portal talk," Y/N sighed. "But alright, let's do this."
Circling his fingers again, Ned muttered, "Find Peter Parker." The portal flickered but didn't open. With more determination, the boy repeated, "Find Peter Parker!"
This time, he successfully opened the portal. The three teens looked at the alley way presented in front of them. Stood afar was Peter Parker in his Spiderman suit.
"Peter! It's us! Come!" MJ yelled, watching as the boy confusingly turned around and looked at the portal. Y/N, however, wasn't convinced about the person despite her vast distance from the boy in spandex.
Even from afar, she could tell he was too tall.
"Strange question. Are you sure that's Peter and not someone clowning us?" Y/N muttered.
"Of course that's Peter, I doubt that there is another Peter Parker who is Spiderman," MJ responded before gesturing for Peter to come into the living room. The boy did as told, jogging towards the portal. Y/N watched as he grew taller and taller until MJ and Ned both scrunched their face in the same confused state Y/N was in.
That was the moment he took his mask off.
"Who the hell are you?" MJ accusingly pointed out, crossing her arms.
"I'm Peter Parker," the unbelievably attractive stranger repli-
wait, what - unbelievably attractive? Y/N snap out of it.
"That's not possible," MJ left no room for discussions.
"I'm Spiderman - in my world, but then yesterday I was...I-I was just here...String theory, multi-dimensional reality, and matter of displacement - all real?" Peter asked, looking at the portal with dorky amazement. The sight somehow made Y/N feel giggly.
And so she did - a chuckle left her mouth, drawing the stranger’s attention. As his gaze landed on her, Peter's lips parted a bit. Their eyes locked and something about this first moment seemed like it won't be the last. Those chocolate brown eyes, how could something hold such softness yet the same amount of pain? An overbearing feeling tingled every inch of Y/N's body as she froze in her spot.
His eyes were seemingly whispering to her, “have we met?” Something about him just pulled Y/N in.
"Yeah," MJ grunted skeptically.
"I knew it," he broke the eye contact, looking at MJ, while Y/N averted her gaze to her foot.
"Prove it," MJ quickly filled the silence.
"Prove what?"
"That you're Peter Parker."
"I don't carry an ID with me. It kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing," Peter spoke up. What surprised him, though, was how his eyes automatically trailed to the quiet one of the three teens. It was as if his body begged for a response from her. If he didn't know any better, he would say his mind was trying to impress her.
Just as a piece of Peter started reminding him of Gwen, it evaporated as he watched Y/N’s lips twitch into an amused smirk.
Taking advantage of his distracted state, MJ threw bread at him.
"Why did you do that?" Peter asked.
"I was trying to see if you have the tingle thing."
"I have the tingle thing, just not for bread- can you not throw the bread again? You're a deeply distrusting person and I respect it." he launched to the ceiling, hoping the girl would believe him. His eyes once again crawled back to Y/N. Peter grinned internally when he saw her eyebrows lift in silent approval.
"Crawl around," Peter looked back at MJ again upon hearing her demand.
"Crawl around?"
"Guys, let's not even start. We need to find the real Peter," Y/N interrupted, deciding to stop the quarrel that was wasting precious time.
"Ouch," the boy muttered, grinning at Y/N when they made eye contact again. She only shook her head lightly in a joking manner.
"Ned, do the magic thing again," Y/N said, standing back to let the boy get his focus.
"Find Peter Parker!" repeating the message three times, Ned managed to open a portal. However, instead of appearing in front of the teens, it opened from behind them.
"Great, it's just some random guy," Ned muttered.
"Hello," the middle age man greeted.
"You're Peter." Y/N stated, piecing the situation together.
"Yeah...Peter Parker. I've seen you three..." he looked at the previous Peter. "Wait...he's not your friend." Before the other three knew it, the two Peters started shooting webs at each other, grinning as if finding the situation amusing.
"Wait, so you're Spider man too?" Ned asked
"Yeah, and this might sound kinda weird, but I've been trying to find your friend ever since I got here...I just have this sense that he needs my help," " the oldest Peter replied.
"He does, but we don't know where he is and honestly...right now we're all he really has left." MJ spoke up.
"Is there someplace that he might go that has meaning to him? Like a place where he would go to-"
"Get away from everything?" the tallest Peter interrupted, a mutual understanding look flashed across both Spider-mans' faces.
"For me, it was the top of the Chrysler building,"
"Empire state. Better view..." the Peter who arrived first responded, eyes landing on Y/N, who was standing near him.
"Yes...yeah, I think I know exactly where that would be."
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After convincing Peter to give the other two Spiderman a chance, the whole group snuck into a lab from Midtown High School. Y/N felt the tears threatening to spill again after being told about all the events that she has missed while being grounded at home. It was heartbreaking to hear how Aunt May had passed away. She was like Y/N's second mother.
"I'm so sorry Peter..." Y/N trailed off, sniffling slightly as she saw the evident pain in Peter's eyes.
"It's okay, we just need to create a cure for all of them, the last thing I wanted was for her to die in vain," Peter muttered.
"She definitely didn't die in vain. We can do this, Peter," Y/N said, hoping her words would ease the boy. It somewhat worked, as determination made its way on the boy's face.
"Right, so what should I help with? You guys all seem to know what you're doing."
"We all know you became smarter than me-"
"My life's achievement," Y/N jested, grinning as smiles grew around the room at her comment. But her gaze stuck on the tallest Peter, her heart ached over how gorgeous his smile was.
"So finding a cure would be a lot faster and frankly...I miss you a lot," Peter continued. His sentimental words made Y/N smile, feeling appreciated.
"Alright, let's do this," Peter 1, or this universe's Peter, spoke up, determined to dive back into work.
"I don't know who to help," Y/N whispered to MJ, who immediately smirked at the question.
"How about the one you were staring at?"
"I wasn't staring at him."
"So we know which Peter we're talking about huh?"
"I deducted and also, let's not talk about this because they all have super hearings," Y/N immediately spotted all of Peter's mouths quirking up from the corner, which caused her to roll her eyes playfully.
"Well, just help Peter 3, maybe get to know him and who knows," MJ suggested.
"Yeah yeah, alrighty," Y/N sarcastically concluded, but approaching Peter 3 nevertheless, pulling a chair with her.
"Hi," she plopped down, greeting the stranger who managed to colour her intrigued.
"Hello," Peter 3 greeted. He deliberately met eyes with her, knowing fully well that despite her words to MJ, they definitely held eye contact for longer than normal. Much to his enjoyment, a part of him felt immense guilt for even glancing at another girl who wasn't Gwen.
"Do you need help?" Y/N asked, holding that eye contact deliberately as well.
"Yeah, I just can't remember this one thing that I added back then, maybe you can figure it out?" Peter 3 gave her the note that he had written down. Y/N looked down on the paper.
"I don't think there's a Y/N in my world - at least, I didn't know her," Peter started, clearly trying to start a conversation.
"Well, there's a Peter in my world and he's really sweet. If other versions of himself are the same, I think they should grow on me just the same," Y/N grinned, skimming through the paper. As Peter was about to reply, Y/N spoke again.
"Four..." grabbing the pencil in his hand. Their hands grazed at this, distracting the boy.
"Hm?"
"It's supposed to be four, rather than three drops here to balance up with other chemicals. Also, I think you're missing either Pralidoxime or Sodium bicarbona-"
"That's it! Sodium bicarbonate - thank you so much," he jumped out of his seat for a second, giving her the most beautiful smile she had ever seen again for the second time.
"You're welcome..." Y/N trailed off again, watching as the boy eagerly worked on his cure. She couldn't get rid of the smile he just gave her, or the face of pure joy. It was cute how he jumped up like a little kid on Christmas day.
It was quick, but she noticed his glance at her covered wrist. Y/N looked down at it and gave a dry chuckle, "Do you guys have soulmates in your Universe?"
"Yeah, we do."
"Well, I just...gave up on it in a way. It feels weird for me to fall for somebody just because they're my soulmate. I want it to happen naturally. And if the concept is true then maybe when I fall for somebody, they would happen to also be my soulmate," Y/N explained, even though she realized she didn't have to. Somehow she felt the need to justify herself to the boy.
"Hey. No, no, no, no. Look at me. I'm here." Y/N glanced at Peter and MJ. The two were clearly sharing an intimate moment. Despite being around the couple all the time, Y/N couldn't help but feel sour at the scene.
"I'm not going anywhere. We're gonna get through this. We're gonna get through it together." MJ concluded. "Okay?" MJ asked, to which Peter nodded.
She glanced down at the covered tattoo again and sighed quietly. Deciding it wasn't worth it to be gloomy, she looked back at Peter 3 again. However, she spotted the look of wanting and guilt on his face.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Gwen...she was my soulmate, and losing her broke me. I never thought I could feel such pain. Especially being Spiderman, I was prone to injuries. This was unhealable," Peter 3 gulped, his voice breaking.
Y/N had seen people who she loved sad before. She would try to cheer them up. However, seeing this Peter in pain made her want to rip the world apart for causing such a feeling for the boy. The sight brought searing displeasure to her. It was heartbreaking for Y/N to know what he had been through. It made her want to do anything for him to never feel such emotions again. She wanted to bring the pain, sorrow, guilt and bitterness away.
"I'm so sorry..."Y/N muttered, though her mind was more overwhelmed by this unfamiliar feeling of protectiveness.
Peter 3 couldn't look at Y/N this time. His head reminding that this would be disloyalty.
"I'm sure she would be proud of you for everything..." Y/N muttered, trying to comfort the boy.
Just then, the substance Peter was whisking turned a slight shade of green, indicating that it was done.
"Looks like we're finished," Peter half grinned at the cure.
"You finished? That's good then, we're also almost done," Peter 1 spoke up, peering at the cure with intrigued eyes, clearly impressed.
"Gosh, I'm so hungry," Ned muttered. MJ muttered something along the same line, letting out a sigh in the process.
"I can get us all something, yeah?" Y/N asked, though her voice came through as a stern motherly statement. The girl grabbed her jacket, and jogging to the door.
"Wait, I'll come with," Y/N looked at Peter 3, who ran after her.
"Ooh, I can give you a mini tour of my New York city!" Y/N said.
"Also, you do realize people might see your Spidey suit under that lab coat, right?" Y/N questioned, hand holding the door knob.
"Wait, you can borrow some of my clothes," Peter 1 suggested, nudging Ned to open a portal.
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The sight was one of a kind - Peter 3 in Peter 1's clothing. They were a few sizes smaller, so the view caused the girl to giggle when she initially saw it. To be entirely real, she had not stopped giggling since then.
"I'm so sorry, it's just...you're a lot taller," the girl gasped between giggles, watching as Peter 3 rolled his eyes playfully.
"Never would I imagine myself getting bullied because of my height," the boy commented.
"Well, there's a first for everything, isn't there?" as the words left her mouth, the two arrived at their destination.
"Welcome to Richard’s, only the best sandwich shop in New York City!" Y/N dramatically introduced.
"Wait - this is your favorite spot?" Peter 3 asked. He opened the door and gestured for her to walk in first, to which Y/N obliged.
"Yeah, I can literally go here every day."
"This is my favorite spot as well!"
"No way! The Peter here keeps insisting Delmar is the best, but I beg to differ. Nothing can top Richard’s," the girl was glad to know that another version of Peter agreed with her.
"Y/N! It's been quite some time, how are you?" the shop owner asked, the sympathetic smile on his face clearly indicating his awareness of Y/N's situation.
"I've been better," the girl replied honestly.
"Anyways, what do you want to order?" she asked Peter, watching as he peered at the menu that was exactly the same as his universe.
"I'll have a meatball sandwich, but without pickles, please, and extra cheese," the boy ordered, watching as Richard chuckled at this.
"Oh, are you ordering a 'Y/N's'?"
"A 'Y/N's'?" Peter peered at the girl, who still wore an amazed look on her face.
"Yeah, she's been ordering that for like three years already, we decided to name it after her."
Peter looked down at the girl, "You're telling me that's your favorite?" As a response, Y/N nodded slowly, copying the smile growing on the boy's face.
"No way, this is unbelievable. I always order that!" Peter chuckled.
"Well, make that two 'Y/N's sandwiches', two ham and egg, and two grilled chicken. Thank you!" Y/N paid for the purchase, quickly rushing Peter to one of the tables.
"My Richard’s didn't name it after me though, the decency," he huffed, grinning as Y/N laughed at this.
"Ah, but I personally think 'Y/N's sandwich' sounds better than 'Peter's sandwich' though," the girl teased, immediately giggling when Peter's mouth dropped in a feigned offended look.
"Damn, I never knew you were so mean."
"I bet the me in your universe is even feistier."
"Yeah...I think it would have been fun to know you in my world..." Peter trailed off, a faraway look on his face when he looked at the girl. He imagined the things they would have done together if he had known her. He thought of how good friends they would have been, especially with how well they were clicking now.
"I'm sure she would have bossed you around, and I would be sure damn proud," Y/N beamed, standing up when she saw Richard finishing up her order and putting it on the counter. Peter stood up as well, waiting for the girl to return with the food.
He often found himself in moments like these lately: what could have been and what ifs.
How have I not met her before? - Peter wondered.
"Well, let's head back now. I'm sure the others are dying of starvation," Y/N over-exaggerated, dramatically pretending to faint, which abrupted a laugh from Peter.
"Besides, we can't deprive them of such good sandwiches," the girl muttered, skipping a few steps ahead before slowing down to walk beside Peter again. The boy quickly laced his fingers between hers and the plastic bag, trying to untangle it from her hand.
"It's fine, I can carry it," the girl responded, but the bag slipped out of her hand and into his, nevertheless. "Hey! It's fine. I insist," the boy spoke up, watching as a look of appreciation beamed on her face.
The two walked across a field of green grass, and a small chuckle emitted from Y/N.
"Ooh, dandelions," she pointed. Indeed, there were plenty of dandelions on the small field they were walking past. Deciding to take a break from saving the world, Y/N walked towards it and casually plucked one from the field, showing Peter the little plant in her hand. It was surprising how Y/N could see the dandelions despite how dark it was.
"Wanna make a wish?" Y/N asked.
"I think you should make it though, you're the one who found it," Peter 3 replied, switching the bag to his other hand.
Silence engulfed them for a second as Y/N looked at the dandelion intently. The boy could not help but admire her at that moment: how cute she looked while in deep thinking.
Y/N glanced back up at him, "I think you might need it more than I do."
Doing what she did previously, Peter 3 stared at her for a bit in silence, mirroring the intense look. Y/N was under the street light, making her illuminate like an angel gracing her presence on Earth.
"Okay...I'll make a wish," Y/N grinned at the reply, watching as the boy took a step closing to her and into the same light she was standing under. He peered down at her. The height difference caused for her to look up at him. Peter closed his eyes and scrunched his eyebrows, clearly taking this silly thing very seriously. Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't take her eyes off the boy. It was too soon to say, but she could see herself falling for him. Yet once again, her heart ached, knowing that he once had a soulmate, who he did love a lot and lost. She also knew she was falling for 'impossibility' because, in the end, he would have to leave.
Y/N snapped out of her trance as Peter blew on the dandelion, setting free the little mini dandelion flying.
"Now let's hope it comes true," something about the way he gazed into her eyes seemed so genuine and meaningful, yet Y/N couldn't understand why.
Suddenly, the wind gushed. The black bandana that was once wrapped around Y/N wrist somehow flung open and flew with the wind, causing the girl to gasp and attempt to chase after it. Just seconds after, however, she realized that her item was gone for good, Y/N sighed in disappointment.
Peter, who was behind her, peered at her tattoo.
"A spider, huh?"
"Yeah, he's probably an arachnologist or something," Y/N sighed.
"It's kind of a big coincident though, you being friends with Spiderman and then having a spider tattoo for a soulmate."
"Well, Peter's soulmate is MJ so...here we are," Peter had sensed bitterness in her words.
The boy pushed the guilt away as he stepped closer to her. His fingers delicately touched the tattoo, as if scared that if he held her wrist a little too hard, he would break her. Y/N shivered at this. Partially because this was the first time somebody else touched her soul mark. While, the other reason was unknown to her. Something about his touch affected her in a way nobody had done before.
Sparks.
"...Were you in love with him?" Peter asked quietly, watching as her shoulders tensed. Silence, once again, took over the conversation. Unlike before, it wasn't lighthearted. The atmosphere was tense and strained.
"I was in love with the idea of who I thought he was."
Peter was finally able to put the pieces together and understood the reason why Y/N disliked the concept so much.
"Anyway, uhm - what about you? What is your tattoo?" Y/N tried to divert the subject to Peter instead, wishing to keep the memories of her heartbreak forever buried. She pulled her wrist from his hands.
"I got a spider web," Peter informed, following Y/N as she started walking out of the field. The two headed back to the lab again.
"It faded to gray when she died," Peter muttered.
"You know 60% of our conversation is so gloomy," Y/N tried to break the tension. "Maybe we should talk about something else! What do you like? What's your hobby?"
"Skating and photography."
"No way! I love photography. Never tried skating though, pretty sure I would fall flat on my face," the girl grimaced at the thought, which caused Peter to laugh.
"Wait! Oh. My. Gosh! Do you have this ice cream store in your universe?? Please say you do, or else you're missing out so much," Y/N rambled upon spotting her favorite ice cream truck.
"We actually don't," Peter replied, staring at the subject of the conversation.
"I can't believe you've never had the chance to try this before. Clearly, my New York is superior. You know what? My treat - even though the others are waiting. It'll just take five minutes," the girl rambled again, dragging the boy with her.
What she didn't notice though, was the look of sheer admiration on Peter's face as she held his wrist, pulling him to the truck.
"What flavour do you want?" Y/N asked, already having a flavour for herself in mind.
"How about you choose?" Peter answered, though this choice was intentional. The boy was testing something.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, Sam, can I have two cups of cookies and cream? Thank you."
"No way," Peter immediately chuckled at her order.
"What?"
"That's my favourite ice cream flavour."
"It's mine as well..." the girl trailed off, disbelieving the amount of similarities between the two of them.
"Here you go, Y/N," Sam, the ice cream truck's owner gave them the ice cream as Y/N paid.
For a second, the moment was too nostalgic for Peter. It reminded him of the night he had ice cream with Gwen. Except this time, it was in another universe. Strangely enough, the moment felt different and...right.
"Talking about photography, what's your type? Like portrait? Or wildlife...?" Y/N asked, munching on the ice cream eagerly.
"Definitely portrait, especially natural moments and interactions between peopl-" Peter halted, his eyes lighting up.
"This is...amazing," he gestured to the ice cream. Y/N lit up at this.
"I KNOW! And yes, I love to capture interactions as well. There's something so pure and beautiful about it..." she trailed off, noticing how Peter was staring at her.
"What?"
"No no. Nothing, carry on."
"As I was saying, I love photography. Photos in general, since I rely heavily on them to recall lovely moments, because they never seem to fade...unlike my memory."
Peter laughed in amusement at the girl's words. The moment caused for the girl to halt for a second. If only she had her camera at that second, because the sight was heavenly for her.
"Surely your memory is not that bad," Peter tried to defend her.
"Don't ask me what I had for dinner last night, cause I genuinely can't remember," Peter laughed again at this. Y/N bit her lips as warmth spread through her heart. The desire to have a camera at that moment grew larger than before.
"If I'm not wrong, there's a photo booth around here," Peter spoke up, snapping the girl out of her trace. It was as if he had read her mind.
Peter picked up his pace. Y/N quickly matched his speed.
"Nice, it's also here in your universe," Peter breathed out, looking at the familiar sight.
Peter dug through the tiny jacket that belonged to Peter 1. He let out a chuckle and showed her the coins.
"Wow, stealing money, huh?" Y/N teased as Peter lifted the curtain for her to walk in.
"How could I be stealing from myself? Peter replied cheekily, grinning as the girl rolled her eyes.
"Ready?"
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"Which one do you like more?" Peter 3 asked, each hand holding a set of photos that they took from the booth.
"This one, but they're both cute," Y/N looked at each photo individually. She giggled at the one they did Spiderman's hand pose.
"Say...have you ever been to the top of the Empire State Building?" Peter asked, catching Y/N off-guard.
"No...why?" the girl asked, feeling unease if this was a suggestion as to where she thought this was going.
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"YOU HAVE TO WARN ME NEXT TIME," Y/N whisper-yelled as her foot settled down on top of the Empire State Building.
"I think I almost had a heart attack," Y/N muttered to herself, trying to get her heartbeat back to normal.
Clearly, someday I'll have a heart attack because of Peter - no matter which version from which universe. - The girl grumbled at this thought.
"And also people might see you and think that there's a second Spiderman or something. Then they might come after you. I don't want you going through what Peter 1 is going through. It's horrible," Peter simply stared at her. His eyes softened as he realized that she cared.
"Also I don't get how you do that everyday, just swinging in the air," Y/N finally looked at the boy, partially trying to break the soft moment with a joke. Unlike before, she did catch the deep gaze he was giving her.
"Peter?"
"Hm?"
"You okay?"
"...Yeah," for once he was being honest with the question.
The boy approached her, hands smoothing down her hair that was in multiple directions due to the wind while swinging up here.
"Thanks," the girl smiled at him. Her eyes were then averted to the scenery behind him.
"Woah. This is wicked cool!" she ran to the edge, staring at the view doe-eyed.
"In my universe, this would be the place I'd go to every time everything gets too much," Y/N let the word sunk in, remembering him briefly mentioning this before.
"Thank you for sharing this to me, Peter."
The two stared at each other. Both had the same thoughts in their minds. Just being with one another had healed their wounds, even if it was temporary.
"I completely forgot, we need to head back," Y/N reminded, watching as Peter's face dropped at her words.
"Right, can't let the others starve, can we?" Peter quoted. As a reaction, Y/N gave him a wide smile, but she didn't reply yet. A part of her wanted to embrace this good moment. It had been a while since she had this much fun. It was almost as if Peter had become the light in this little darkness of hers.
"Let's go, Spidey."
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As much as Y/N disliked the idea, it was the fastest way back to the lab. So here she was, screaming again at the top of her lungs as Peter had his hand wrapped around her, while she clung onto him like a koala, swinging through Queens.
"Yeah no, we're never doing that again," Y/N muttered as she unwrapped herself from the tall boy. She couldn't fathom how MJ managed it, being the more frequent passenger to the swings.
As they were about to start walking, a kid skated right at the two, almost knocking over Y/N. Luckily, Peter had his spider senses, which automatically made the boy wrap his hand around Y/N's waist and pull her towards him to prevent the accident from happening.
There it was again. Those damn sparks that made Y/N's heart flutter.
Peter gulped at the familiar feeling.
"Guess a superhero never stops working, huh?" the girl jested, soon realizing his hand was still around her.
"I guess not..." he trailed off, seemingly looking down at her lips before flicking his eyes back on hers again. It was too quick that Y/N thought her eyes were lying to her.
There was no way he did that. - her mind tried to replay the moment while keeping itself calm.
"Do you see now why I don't like skateboards? They're out for me!" Y/N joked.
"Oh come on, they're not that bad. Some people are just reckless."
"Yeah yeah, I can't risk breaking any body parts anyway."
"I promise it's not that bad, Y/N. How about I teach you?"
The words left his mouth before Peter had thought it through. Both of them froze at his words. His eyes flickered elsewhere.
"Right..." he trailed off.
She's never dreamt of anybody like him. If she thought that Peter 1 was the one she clicked with the fastest, then Peter 3 was out of this world. They complimented each other so well. So a part of her easily understood how he had forgotten about the fact they were from different worlds. Y/N thought of how similar they are with stars to the night sky. From the perspective of others, the two seemed close. From their perspectives, they were light years away.
"Hey, under different circumstances, I would absolutely let you teach me, Peter," Y/N tugged on his arm, making him look at her.
"Now, stop being sad, we've done enough of those already, Parker. Let's go."
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Thank you for reading Part 1!
Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.
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Naoi Rei - Finally
Pairing: Naoi Rei x Female Reader
Fandom: IVE
Summary: Being an idol and maintaining a secret long-distance relationship was hard for Rei and you knew it. That's why you decided to do something about it with a help from a certain leader.
A/N: I love her❤
3rd's POV
"-ei, REI!!!" A voice broke Rei from the trance she was in. Looking up she saw her leader already standing "Break time is over, come on we need to practice" Nodding she turned off her phone after taking one last look at the sent message and putted it away.
After going through the choreography for 2 more hours it was finally time to come home. Rei picked up her phone and smiled at the displayed message.
Rei❤
Did you passed? Message me when you have time, I love you💕
You
Sorry for not replying earlier, my mom needed my help😅 I PASSED MY TEST SO I'M FREE FROM THIS HELL🥳 Love you too <3
Rei❤
Congratulations baby, I'll take you to a dinner when we finally see each other again to celebrate❤
"I wish you were here" Rei mumbled still looking at the message, not noticing Gaeul staring at her. Worried for her younger member Gaeul ran up to Yujin was was packing her stuff with Wonyoung "Yujin-ah" hitting her on her back a few times successfully got Yujin's attention.
"Ow unnie? What the hell?" Yujin turned around to look at the older member. Her annoyed expression changed to a worried one when she saw how sad Gaeul looked "Something's wrong with Rei" Looking behind her, the two girls could see Rei waiting for them like normally but she definitely looked a little down "Yeah she looks quite sad lately, even more than usual. And she's also looking at her phone more often" Wonyoung chimed in also worried for their friend.
"I'll talk to her when we get home okay? Don't worry guys" Yujin smiled to assure the other members a little but it was obvious that she was worried too. Rei used to hide from them if something was wrong with her to not worry them (Flashback to 1 2 3 IVE Ep.4, I was tearing up watching🥲) and fortunately she became more open about her health and troubles with them so when she did hide something, it worried everyone even more.
Rei was quiet during the ride back to the dorms. Gaeul, Yujin and Wonyoung kept glancing at her while Jiwon and Hyunseo were playing some weird game. To cheer her up a little they even played a Red Velvet song but even this didn't worked. The members were left puzzled.
Back at the dorm everyone went their ways to rest before another tiring day. When Yujin noticed Rei going to her room, she stopped her "Rei-ssi, can we talk for a second?" Nodding she took a seat beside the leader and motioned for her to continue "Rei, you know that you can talk to us if anything's wrong right?" Rei was surprised by Yujin's sudden words but quickly realized how obvious she has been.
"I know, I'm fine really" Rei tried to assure Yujin but a few seconds later she decided that maybe it was better to talk to somebody. She did wanted to vent to someone about everything she felt and she knew that Yujin was the best person to do that. She trusted her and knew that the older girl would never judge her no matter what.
"Okay I'm not. The truth is I have a girlfriend-" Yujin's eyes widened at the news, not expecting something like this. How did no one knew that Rei was in a relationship "Really? For how long? What is her name? Is she good to you? Is she cute?" Laughing at her leader's quick questions, Rei answered "Her name is Y/N. We met when we were kids and started dating in middle school and yes she is cute" Yujin giggled and told Rei to continue what she was saying earlier.
"Continuing, ever since I came to Korea to pursue a career as an idol, I missed her. And lately it has been more apparent and I don't know how much longer I will hold myself back from going to a first flight to Japan just to see her" Yujin squeezed Rei's hand to give the girl some comfort, it was obvious that the situation hurted Rei. Yujin wasn't sure if she would manage to survive without seeing her girlfriend for more than few days so she guessed how hard it was for Rei to not see you for months.
Suddenly an idea came to her mind as she looked at sulking Rei. After comfort her for a little longer, they bid a goodnight and Rei went to her room while Yujin stayed behind. After making sure that she was alone Yujin made a call, determined to make Rei happy again.
"Hello? I hope I don't disturb. Could I ask you a favor?"
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The practice continued like always, only difference being Yujin cutting it off and letting everyone go home earlier than usual. She was the one who left first, followed by Wonyoung's eyes. She already knew that the older had something planned but due to her trust she didn't questioned it much, instead she went to help Gaeul pack her stuff.
Yujin came back to the dorms some time after midnight. From the entrance first thing she was met with were Wonyoung's eyes staring a hole into her body. Trying to act innocent Yujin walked up to her to give her a quick kiss on the lips but the younger one dodged it "Where were you?" Suddenly feeling nervous Yujin tried to turn it into a joke "Is it some kind of interrogation? I don't remember stealing anything, well except for your heart" Saying it with a wink caused Wonyoung to turn red and Yujin to laugh.
"I'm serious. You never come back so late, especially since you didn't had any schedule today" Wonyoung intertwined their fingers as Yujin hummed, listening to her "I had something to do to help Rei okay? Don't worry, it's nothing" She reassured her and kissed her on her nose "Now come on, it's late. Let's go to sleep" Nodding, Wonyoung let herself be pulled by Yujin.
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Days. It took days for Yujin to finally finish preparing her surprise for Rei. Now all of them were backstage of their comeback showcase and Yujin waited for the surprise to arrive. Everyone were doing their own thing. Yujin was suspiciously standing close to the door (Sneaky my love🙃), Gaeul and Wonyoung were recording some behind the scenes content for their fans and Rei, Jiwon and Hyunseo talked about what kind of food they would eat after this. Rei looked at her phone a lot that day, probably wondering why weren't you answering her texts, seeing this Yujin smirked.
Around 10 minutes later a knocking could be heard and after checking the time Yujin knew who was behind them "Rei you should open the door" Confused Rei asked "Aren't you literally standing next to them?" A few seconds of silence took over as Yujin stood with her mouth hanging open "Just open the door" Rolling her eyes Rei stood up and walked over to the door, opening them. What she saw shocked her.
You stood there with a smile, looking at her with tears pricking at your eyes, causing her own to glass too. Without any warning you crashed into her, her arms instinctively wrapping around you as the rest of the girls finally noticed what was going on. The scene left them to wonder who you were but they decided to wait after seeing how emotional both of you were in this moment.
Rei was overwhelmed. The feeling of finally being able to hug you, to pull you impossibly close to her, to smell you and to kiss you were too much for her causing her to start crying on the spot, the pent-up emotions that she kept in all these years finally pouring out. Yujin who watched the scene also teared up "Y-You're here? You're really h-here?" Rei sobbed into your shoulder and you laughed lightly, rubbing her back "Yeah, I'm here you dummy" You kissed her cheek.
Rei pulled away from you slightly "But how? Weren't you too busy to come here?" Your girlfriend's question made you look behind her and at Yujin "I had a help from a certain someone" Following your eyes, her own ones widened. Before she could ask Yujin about how she did that, the latter already answered "I asked your mom for help and we managed to make it happen somehow" Hearing about what her mom and Yujin did for her warmed Rei's heart. She sure was lucky to be surrounded with people like them.
"There is also one more surprise that I have for you" You got Rei's attention immediately "I don't think anything is going to beat you visiting me" You smirked at your girlfriend's words "Yeah? What if I tell you that I transferred schools and I'm moving to Korea?" Rei's eyes widened at your words.
What?
You're moving to Korea?
"Really? Oh my god, I can't believe it" Rei yelled excitedly, hugging you and spinning you around a few times. You giggled at her antics before she stopped you with a kiss. Gasps could be heard around you not only from the other members but also the staff working there. Yujin was the only one not surprised, instead she just smiled at you two.
The rest of the members looked at you both in shock, not believing what they were seeing. Gaeul's hand automatically covered Hyunseo's eyes, earning a whine from the youngest who was curious about the situation. After the need for some air kicked in you pulled away from your girlfriend who in exchange gave you a disapproving look "Don't look at me like that baby. Now that I'm going to live in Korea with you, you will have a lot more chances to kiss me" Smiling at the thought Rei pulled you into her more and kissed the top of your head "I surely hope so. I need to make up for the time I wasn't able to do that" She looked down on you.
"Then I can't wait, love" Quickly stealing another kiss from your lips, your girlfriend pulled away from you and dragged you over to her members to introduce you to them and listen to their interrogation that she knew was coming. She didn't cared though, too busy thinking about how happy she was to finally have you close to her for longer than a few weeks.
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God, I miss Kostic fics sooo much. What about something of him being very possessive??
Thank you❤️
this 😩
filip kostic x reader
You’re mine
“don’t” dusan said to filip as they were both watching you getting hit on by a guy.
“don’t what? that’s my girlfriend dusan” filip said clearly irritated.
you were simply ordering something to drink for you and the boys while some random guy decided to hit on you, even if you told him you had a boyfriend and that you weren’t interested, he couldn’t take no as an answer.
“she can handle herself” dusan said as he watched you talking with that guy. it was clear that you were uncomfortable but you were doing everything you could to shove that man away “plus it was you who decided to keep your relationship private” dusan remarked.
yes it was true, you both decided to keep your relationship private mostly because you didn’t want to be under the public eye and also because filip knew how much pressure you would be under of and he cared too much about you to do something like that.
“you know why dusan…it’s just…he can’t take a fucking no and it’s frustrating…” filip said, his eyes never leaving your body, ready and steady if something was going to happen.
you gently tried to shove that man away but he couldn’t take a no for answer and he was bragging about how good he would treat you and how good he would make you scream.
you said no once.
you said no twice.
at the third time you were ready to hit him in the face if he wouldn’t leave you alone.
“don’t be like that…” he grabbed your arm and pushed you into his body. you knew the bar was too crowded and even if you wanted to ask for help you knew that in a place full of drunk people you wouldn’t get much help.
“leave me alone…” you whispered, scared that something might have happened.
you thought filip couldn’t see you because of the crowd but his eyes never left you from the moment you went to order the drinks.
the moment he saw that man putting his hands on you he knew he had enough.
“shit…” dusan whispered seeing filip starting to walk over you.
“get your fucking hands off of her” filip said as he approached the man.
you couldn’t describe the man face in that moment. he was scared, but also surprised.
filip was very well known in torino so that man might have been a fan.
“oh…i didn’t know she was your - your girl” he said.
“yes she’s my girl” he remarked “and when a woman says no it’s no you fucking dumbass…no leave this freaking bar cause if i see you once again” filip started talking but you stopped him before things got out of control.
“it’s okay i’m okay” you whispered.
filips gave a very cold death stare at that man that was rushing his way out.
“that man shouldn’t have touched you…is that so hard to accept a no?” filip asked.
“is everyone okay?” dusan came after a few minutes to check on you both.
“yes…thank you” you said.
“should we get our drinks or…” dusan asked a bit uncomfortable for being the third wheel in that moment.
“sorry dusan but i really wanna go home now before i punch someone” filip said trying to keep his behaviour under control.
“no it’s fine don’t worry” dusan smiled, being very understanding about the situation and offering you his help.
“thank you” you smiled and hugged him.
“you’re my best friend’s girlfriend…meaning you’re my little sis…you don’t have to thank me” he said truthfully before you waved each other goodbye.
the tension during the whole car ride was pretty thick.
filip’s hand wouldn’t leave your thigh.
“thank you…” you broke the silence “for helping me out…i said that man no a thousand times but he was too deaf apparently” you said.
“you have nothing to say sorry for…i’m glad you’re okay, i wanted to punch him so bad…” he said and you smiled.
“you’re mine baby…no one else’s, just mine” he said as you felt his hand stroking your thigh and going towards your clothed center, knowing it was going to be a very long and exciting night.
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Remember a Time XII
Series: (Pt.1), (P.t 2), (P.t 3), (P.t 4), (P.t 5), (P.t 6), (P.t 7), (P.t 8), (P.t 9), (P.t 10)
Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader ;)
(High school Au ) No Powers
Word count: 1931
A/n: Hello It's me again. I've got another update for you guys!!! I hope you're liking the story so far. let me know in the comments I'd appreciate it.
“Why’d you do it then?” The question hung in the air. It was a tough subject. There was too much hanging on that answer. But she didn’t seem to falter. She’d thought about that moment as much as you had apparently. “Because you wouldn’t have done it. So I told you to leave, you were building something real. And it took me a while to realize, but so was I.” Wanda’s words were well thought out and you hated to admit it, but she was right. “You built an amazing family Wanda, your boy’s are beautiful.” The twins brought something out in her, it was amazing to watch the pure love and adoration in her eyes as she watched them. “Thank you, they are amazing aren't they?” You nodded a small smile already forming on your face. “I wouldn’t have left.” You admitted. “Thank you for that.” You said, a bittersweet feeling passing through you both.
New years was just another day for you, your mother and father had made plans abroad already, and it was too late for you to prepare for such a trip. You spent that new year alone, well not really but, It felt like it. Tony’s New years party was packed this year full with rowdy college kids who also looked as dorky and entitled as Tony. He however had Pepper at his side. You were relieved when Tony mentioned that Natasha had declined his invitation so you had one thing off your mind. Well not really it was all you could think of it plagued you, and having her there would only positively make it worse. “Why are you such a Debbie downer?” Tony was now very drunk and he was slurring lightly. “No reason really, it’s just my whole world being upside down.” He scoffs in your face. “You’r girlfriend broke up with you Boo fucking hooo. There are worse things that can happen to you.” The jab was direct and right on the money. “Fuck you too Tony. It’s not just that and you know it.” He shook his head. “I don’t you both refuse to talk about it, and you both think that you are the wronged party in the situation so I actually don't know.”
You sighed in relief when you saw Pepper walking towards the both of you. “And you won't find out today.” Him and made quick work of the exchange. You handed Tony off to Pepper and she gave you a grateful look before you left towards the door. You saw the last person you wanted to see in that very moment, Natasha’s car was pulling into her driveway. You would have closed the door and walked back into the house if you weren’t positive she’d made eye contact with you. You toughed it out and made the short walk to your house watching as Natasha not so subtly stole glances in your direction. You’d made it to your steps when you heard her call out. “Happy New year Y/n.” You wanted to cry, your eyes already burned and your throat felt tight. You nodded. “Happy New year…” Your voice came out clipped and you saw her face falter. You turned and made your way inside when you felt the burning in your eyes intensify. Was this what you were reduced to? Pleasantries that aren’t genuine. Before you could shut the door properly the door was stopped.
When you turned to check what it was, it was a very familiar boot. “Can we not?” You asked, your voice sounding urged. “Why are you acting like this? I- Did I really mean that little?” Your anger burned. “I came back and you were gone!” You stated. “Did I mean anything to you then?” Your pain was raw and she could feel that. “You left Y/n, you left first, you left for her.” You nodded. “I did! And I would do it again Natasha. If you don’t know that about me by now then you don’t know me.” It was starting to dawn on Natasha that she might not be on the right side of this argument. But she's never been the one to back down so instead she doubled down. “I know that you were a love sick puppy following her around even if it hurt you.” You were yelling at each other by now. “She was family before she was anything else.” Your words were clear and concise, anger seeping through every syllable. “My friend, my brother died! And when I came back the one person I wanted to see was gone.” Natasha’s anger was now replaced by guilt. She was now trying to back track but she couldn’t. “And where were you?” You asked, looking right through her.
Your voice cracked and your tears were hot on your cheeks. Her presence was burning your skin, her voice was making your head pound. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. “That’s right! You were letting someone else fuck you.” You cried even more tears reliving the memory. You’d rushed to Natasha's apartment, hoping to work things out hoping to just hear her voice even if she kicked you out, and slammed the door in your face. You knocked out of courtesy but when you didn’t get a response you’d use your key, she'd given them to you after all. The sight that greeted you was not pleasant. Clothes were thrown haphazardly around the apartment, the general destination being Natasha’s bedroom. The sounds coming from the room were all the confirmation you needed. “So you tell me, how much did I mean to you then?” Her words were gone. Her anger was gone. But you were just getting started. Or so she thought,
“Leave…” You said through tears and the anger still bubbling in your chest. Natasha panicked and said the only thing that came to mind. “No.” It was not that she realized that your eyes were on the ground. “I can’t even look at you…” Your words were pained.
Pietro had passed not long after you’d gotten to the hospital. Your main job was to hold Wanda's broken pieces together. She’d crumbled when the Doctors gave her the news. You saw a piece of her die that very moment. Your embrace was grounding her, you still remember how she clawed at your arms, the very ground she was standing on was taken out from under her and you were her only life line, keeping her from disappearing into the nothingness. You remember the shock that ran through her in waves. You remember her parents walking into the hospital barely holding themselves together for their daughter. Everything was really a blur after they got there. You remember being in a car next to Wanda who’s hand lived in your shaky grip. “I'm here…” You whispered when she moved to hold you.
It was a mistake, something that Natasha shouldn't have let happen. It was a mistake, one that you’d never find out about. She cared for you not Maria, she loved you. But you were nowhere to be found. Your apartment remained untouched, and every night that passed since she has regretted her words. It was driving her crazy, not hearing from you. Her mind would race with thoughts, fueled by her own guilty conscience. What if this was it for you, what if this was what made you realize that your place wasn’t with her but with Wanda. What if this was the sign that you were waiting for. She did hear about Pietro’s passing from Yelena who seemed worried. “She’s here, Why aren’t you?” Yelena was good at reading situations, but this time she was utterly stumped. Natasha didn’t answer her question. It was a long two months that had passed by and still not a single word from you. She’d called and texted, she’d even emailed but nothing seemed to get through. Maybe you had thought better about it, maybe it was for the best.
“Y/n/…” Her whisper was just about enough to get you crying again. “I came back to you.” Your words sounded cold. “You were supposed to be different.” You said. “And now I can't look at you without remembering the worst moments of my life. I can’t.” You sounded defeated. “You can’t feel that way forever…” Natasha whispered, trying to catch your eyes. You shook your head. “I won’t, but I am right now and I can't help it. Who was it, did I know them?” Your question left her stunned for another moment, her throat suddenly dry. “Maria…” She knew that wasn’t going to fair well but she figured being honest about it would make it easier to get it out of the way now. Because even now in this moment she knew this wasn’t going to be the end of it. You’d heard her name before and you had seen her on occasion when you’d attend Natasha’s games, you knew her.
“Leave…” It came out harsher than you expected but it was the only thing you could do. But Natasha she just had to know, she needed to know. “Did… Did you and Wanda…” The words were quiet, too quiet. The look on your face said it all, she shouldn’t have asked. “Would it be easier for you if I had… It would, wouldn't it? It would make you feel so much better.” You shook your head. Finally managing to get her though the door you closed the door and this time she let you.
You cried that night, you cried a lot thinking about everything that happened and how you would deal with it. You couldn't, you didn’t know where to start. This was no longer about just you, it was about everything. You’d just lost Pietro, and Natasha too. And Wanda didn’t want you near her at least not anymore. You could still hear her words echo through you. “You need to leave.” She’d said it a couple of days after Pietro's funeral. You’d spent the two weeks leading up to it practically glued to her side. “Excuse me…” You were making her some tea. She hadn’t been up to the task of sleeping, so you were making tea. “I think it’s time that you go.” She said again looking at her hands. When her eyes met yours she could see the surprise in them. “It’s no problem Wanda. I squared everything away with my professors, they understand.” She cut you off again when you tried to explain further. “No, Y/n it’s time for you to go.” This time her words were harsher.
That’s when it clicked… She didn’t want you there anymore. She didn’t need you there anymore. You nodded. “I’m always a phone call away…” You said quietly. When you started making your way around the counter her hand reached out to yours. Her eyes were watering. “Leave tomorrow…” You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded. She’d hugged you so tightly that night, but you didn’t mention it. As awful as it sounded, you wanted your last moments together to be just that. Neither of you slept that night, when the sun began to shine through her blinds her hold on you loosened. The exchange was quiet, it was now you that was gripping her close to you. “It’s time.” She whispered. You nodded, holding her a moment longer. “Goodbye Wands.” You’d let her go then. The nickname caught her off guard. By the time she came back you were already walking out and closing her bedroom door.
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A/N: Writing this mostly for me as a comfort since my dog just died, but I'm letting you guys enjoy it as well. It is mostly just a love letter to Steddie and miscommunications. You're going to see a little bit of my weirdness in this. Also, a little bit of a love letter to Trans people, too. I love trans!Eddie.
Leah Henderson stood in the mirror as she stared at her reflection. It was strange how she loved the way she looked, but at the same time, she's always doubted that anyone but her would ever find this attractive. She was wider than she was tall with boobs bigger than. . . Well, actually, she didn't think there was anything bigger than her boobs. Boobs. Boobs. Boobs! Leah giggled. What a funny word. She twirled around, her skirt flaring out and grabbed her boobs in her hands. Gah! Why were they so goddamn big? She flipped her curly auburn hair over her chest and boinged one of her curls before putting it over her lip like she had a mustache. Leah nearly screamed when there came a knock on her bedroom door.
"Leah?" Her brother's voice floated through the door. "You've been in there for a while. Are you sad because you knocked something over with your boobs again?"
Leah sighed but smiled fondly anyway. Dustin could be a nosy pain in the ass but he meant well. She opened the door, being reminded again that she was the same height as her much younger brother when they came face to face.
"No, butthead, that's not it," Leah said and pouted. "I miss Steve and Eddie. I kind of wish I went with them."
"Look, I miss them too, but we hang out with them enough as it is, especially you," Dustin said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked with a scowl. "Aren't you the one who's always up their asses?"
"And you're the one who always interrupts their date night," Dustin said.
"I do not! They just started dating! They don't have an official date night yet!" Leah said. "They're the ones inviting me to hangout!"
"Leah, why do you think they went away on vacation? If you were there, you'd just make things worse for them and for yourself," Dustin said.
"You mean like I always do, apparently? They were so goddamn tired of me that they had to run away to fucking California to get away from like Joyce did, their own personal monster from the Upside Down?!" Leah exclaimed, tears in her eyes.
"Leah, that's not what I meant!"
Leah slammed the door in his face, locked it, and threw herself on her bed as she broke down in tears. Maybe Dustin was right. Maybe she always makes things worse. It's why Steve and Eddie left. It's why their father had left. It was all her fault. She ignored the knocking on her door and proceeded to cry into her pillow until she fell asleep. She continued to ignore Dustin for several days, and even on the day that Steve was supposed to return with Eddie. She had spent days agonizing in her room over it. She did spend too much time with Steve and Eddie, hoping for something that clearly would never happen. She decided to change that. She was almost out the door to leave for her date when Dustin stopped her.
"I'm so sorry, you know that's not what I meant. I was just trying to give Eddie and Steve the privacy that they deserve after all of the attention Eddie got," Dustin said, his lip quivering.
"I know, Dusty, I know you didn't mean it," Leah said with a sigh. "Look, we'll talk later. My date is waiting for me. I just need to move on. Just move forward from Steve and Eddie. They do deserve privacy."
"Why are you making it sound like they're your ex? Or maybe you're in love with them," Dustin chuckled, and Leah bit her lip as his face fell in realization. "Holy shit. You're in love with them."
Suddenly, the door burst open. Eddie strolled in with open arms, a wide grin on his face.
"We probably should have gone straight home first, but we wanted to stop by and see our favorite Hendersons. . . Well, don't everyone come running to greet us all at once," Eddie said. "What's going on here?"
Leah rolled her eyes and brushed by Steve as he was coming in.
"Jesus, what's her problem?" Steve asked.
"Who's that guy, and why is she getting into his car?" Eddie scowled, his face pressed right up against the window.
"That's her date," Dustin replied.
"Her what?" Steve and Eddie asked as they watched her drive off.
Steve whirled around, shutting the door, and placed his hands on his hips.
"Why was your sister so upset?" He asked, and Dustin winced.
"It's kind of my fault," he replied.
"What did you do, you little shit?" Eddie asked as he turned on him.
"It wasn't what I was implying at all, but it kind of sounded like I was implying that you ran away to California to get away from her but really it was the assholes in this town. And I might have said that it would only make things worse if she were there, but only like as a third wheel scenario. Those situations suck!" Dustin exclaimed.
Eddie shrieked, took off Dustin's hat, and began hitting him with it.
"It's the complete opposite, you asshole!" Eddie exclaimed.
"Stop! Stop!" Dustin yelled, and finally Eddie gave him back his hat.
"We're completely in love with her, but we thought it would freak her out if we asked her to join our relationship," Steve sighed.
"Oh shit! Oh. Shit, I fucked up big this time!" Dustin exclaimed.
"You sure did," Eddie glared.
"Look, she's going on a date with another guy thinking that you two want to be as far from her as possible, but the truth is that you two love her and she loves the both of you! I made her think that it was the worst thing in the world, but I swear, I didn't mean to hurt her," Dustin cried.
"We know you didn't, buddy," Steve said. "You need to calm down and tell us where they're going."
"She didn't say," Dustin said meekly.
"Okay. So, we either look all over town or we wait here," Eddie said as he paced the living room.
"There is a third option," Dustin said.
"Which is?" Steve asked.
"Call El and have her look for Leah," Dustin said.
"Nope! Not only would that be a violation of her privacy, but it would also be using El's powers for our own personal gain. Not very wise," Eddie sighed. "As much as I don't like it, we're just going to have to see what she decides when the date is over."
"And if she falls head over heels for this guy?" Steve asked.
Eddie sighed and placed his hands on Steve’s hips.
"There's no way she'd choose some stranger over Steve Harrington," Eddie replied. "No fucking way."
Leah sobbed as she walked home, shoes in hand. She should have known it was too good to be true. He was so nice to her, so understanding. He had been the first guy she had liked since Steve and Eddie, but she should have known that he didn't really want her. She prayed for rain to wash it all away, but it was a clear night, not a dark cloud in the sky. When she got home, her mother's car wasn't there reminding her that she was working the night shift. Eddie's van was still there, which meant Steve and Eddie were still there. Leah cursed her rotten luck. She couldn't let them see her like this, and she also couldn't go into the house like this either. She walked around the back of the house towards the garden hose, wincing when she bumped into the patio table. Leah wiggled out of her dress. She turned on the water and started spraying down the piece of clothing that was soaked in pigs' blood. Suddenly, the back door flew open, and Steve came out wielding a bat while Eddie held out a chair.
"Leah?!" Eddie and Steve yelled, immediately dropping their weapons.
"What the fuck happened to you?" Eddie asked.
"Okay, so, this looks bad," Leah said. "But this is isn't my blood."
"I don't think that makes us feel any better!" Steve exclaimed.
"Well, she's not hurt," Eddie said.
"It's pigs' blood," Leah said, rolling her eyes as she wrung out her dress. "Yeah, I think this is ruined. Probably my underwear, too. Can you guys fetch me my robe?"
Eddie and Steve sighed before sharing an angry look with each other.
"Carrie," they said together.
"Was it your date who did this?" Eddie asked.
"Yeah, turns out the whole thing was a joke," Leah laughed darkly.
"Name. What's his name?" Steve asked.
"It's - I'm not going to tell you," she replied and sighed. "It was just a prank. Can someone please fetch me a towel and a robe?"
"It was assault!" Steve exclaimed.
"Look, I just want to rinse myself off so I don't drip all of this blood all over the house, go inside, take a shower, crawl into bed, and have a good fucking cry! Okay?!" Leah snapped.
"Of course, baby," Eddie said softly. "I'll go get you those things."
Leah rolled her eyes and started taking off the rest of her clothes. She sprayed herself down and flipped her hair over to get that, too. Steve quickly turned around. When Eddie came back, he quickly yelped and put his hands over his eyes.
"Do I look that ugly naked?" Leah asked.
"No!" Steve and Eddie exclaimed.
"I want to bite your thighs," Eddie blurted out.
Leah blushed, having witnessed Eddie in action biting the things that he liked.
"Yeah, okay," Leah said awkwardly, unsure of what to do with that information. "Towel?"
Eddie blindly started to walk over to her. Leah sighed before walking over to him and slapped his hand away from his eyes. He yelped but handed her the towel. She dried herself off, and once she was finished, she handed Steve the towel. Leah turned around to find Eddie holding the robe open for her. She turned around and put her arms through. She felt Eddie's arm wrap around her waist, his fingers brushing against the skin of her belly, and he closed the robe before tying it off. He pulled her closed her hugged her tightly, brushing his lips against her ear.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. They're going to burn in hell for what they did," Eddie whispered.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"I'll dispose of your clothes," Steve said, kissing her cheek.
"Thank you," Leah said.
Eddie wrapped an arm around her and led her inside. Dustin caused them both to yell when he jumped out at them. He was holding out Tews. Leah held a hand to her chest, glaring at her brother.
"You know very well, Dusty, that Tews is NOT an attack cat," Leah replied.
"What happened?" Dustin asked.
"Ask Steve when he comes back inside," she said. "I'm going to go take a shower."
Eddie followed her to her bedroom, where she started pulling out a large black and yellow night shirt. Just then, they both heard the sound of Steve explaining what happened to Dustin.
"THAT SON OF A BITCH!" Dustin yelled.
"Where the hell are you going?!" Steve asked.
"TO COMMIT MURDER! HE WANTS TO SEE BLOOD?! I'LL SHOW HIM BLOOD!" Dustin yelled.
"I guess you don't want hot chocolate then, Conan," Steve said sarcastically.
"With the little marshmallows, please," Dustin said.
Leah bent over laughing as Eddie did the same. She walked into her ensuite bathroom before popping her head back out again.
"Could you come with me?" She asked Eddie.
"Into the bathroom or into the shower?" Eddie asked.
"Whatever you want to do," she shrugged.
Eddie followed her into the restroom and watched as she took off her robe before hopping into the shower. He stood outside the shower awkwardly for a moment, trying to decide what to do before he heard her sniffling. Eddie immediately stripped down and stepped into the shower. He turned her around and pulled her into her arms, cradling her against his chest. She cried for a while as he held her before she pulled back and looked at the scars on his chest.
"Do you miss them sometimes?" She asked.
"My breasts? Nope, not at all," Eddie grinned. "Why are you asking?"
"I don't know because sometimes I hate mine," she replied.
"May I?" He asked, motioning towards her breasts.
"Yeah."
He cupped them gently, holding them up.
"When you hold them, do they feel like yours?" Eddie asked.
"As mad as I get at them, I also love them, so yeah, they feel like mine," Leah replied.
"Whenever I held mine, they never felt like mine. I didn't hate them. It just felt like they didn't belong there, you know," Eddie said.
"Maybe they're somewhere out there helping a woman who's in a similar situation," Leah said.
"That's a nice thought," Eddie grinned softly. "I fucking hope so."
"After you told me and Steve, I kind of questioned myself for a while. I still am, and while I don't believe I'm like you, it's nice to question it, to not feel like you're just one thing, and maybe I'm not. There's just this fluidity to it, I guess, and when I look at you, I question myself, but in a very good way. I think it's so beautiful, and so are you," Leah said. "I'm really glad you're a part of my life, and I really hope that I didn't scare you and Steve off."
"You didn't, sweetheart, you could never," Eddie replied.
He leaned his forehead against hers and let the water wash over them, the conversation with it. Suddenly, Eddie leaned back again to look at her.
"You broke a glass with your boobs again, didn't you?" He asked.
"Eddie!" She snapped before sighing. "Yes."
Once they got out of the shower, they dressed and wrapped their hair up into a towel. Eddie winked and hip checked her on the way out of the bathroom. Steve was coming in with a tray of snacks and drinks as they were leaving the bathroom.
"I made hot chocolate and popcorn. I also got you those big marshmallows that you like," Steve said, placing them on the nightstand. "I grabbed some pretzels, too."
"Thanks, Stevie," Leah said.
"Do you want us to stay?" Steve asked.
"Do you want to go?" She asked.
"We always want you around, I just thought you knew that," Steve said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah?" She asked, biting her lip.
Eddie plopped onto the bed and pulled her in between his legs.
"What our boy here is trying to say. . .do you want to be our girlfriend?" Eddie asked.
"You both want me?" She asked and he yanked her fully in to his lap.
"Hell yes," Eddie said.
Steve sat down on his other side, resting his head on Eddie's shoulder. Leah smiled when Steve pouted and widened his eyes.
"Please?"
"You don't have to beg. . . Unless you want to," Leah laughed. "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend."
Leah cupped Steve’s chin and gave him a kiss. She smiled as she leaned back, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Excuse me? Don't I get a kiss? I'm the one who asked?" Eddie asked.
"Hmm. . . Let me think about it. . . ," Leah giggled.
Eddie growled and pushed her back onto the bed as he began tickling her sides.
"You little minx," Eddie said and moved to kiss her but caught her cheek instead. "Leah!"
Leah giggled before pulling Eddie into a hard kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. He broke the kiss and brushed her nose with his while Steve collapsed on her other side.
"I like your shirt. You look like a cute bumblebee," Steve said and kissed her cheek.
"It's new. I got it because it reminded me of you and Steve," she blushed.
"Do you hear that, Eddie? We have our own shirt," Steve said, his eyes lighting up.
"I heard," Eddie said, his own eyes twinkling.
"I love you both," Leah said fondly.
"I know," Eddie said seriously.
"Eddie Munson! You did not just Han Solo Me!" Leah gasped and pushed him off the back. "Take it back and tell me you love me!"
"I did tell you, baby," Eddie cackled from the floor.
"I love you!" She said furiously as she looked over the side of the bed.
"I know!"
"Eddie! Damn it!"
Leah grabbed her pillow and began hitting Eddie with it.
"You know, he did the same damn thing with me!" Steve exclaimed as he looked over the side with her. "Eddie, if you don't be honest with her, she's the only one who will ever get to see my bare ass!"
"I'll be good!" Eddie said, sitting up and cupping her face. "Sweetheart, you make everything so much better. You make us better, and we are so maddenly in love with you. . . I love you."
Leah smiled and cupped his face right back. She leaned forward like she was going to kiss him but paused right before his lips.
"I know," she whispered and Eddie pouted.
"I love you!" Steve laughed.
"You know, our hot chocolate is going to become cold chocolate," Eddie said, rolling his eyes.
So, now here they were, sitting on her bed drinking cocoa and tossing marshmallows into Eddie's mouth.
"I have to ask. When did you realize that you loved both of us?" Steve asked.
"Oh, that's easy," she said softly. "When my dog died a few months ago, and you guys never left my side. I don't think that I would have gotten through it without you. You only made it better."
"I came late into her life, but Shadow was a great dog," Eddie said fondly.
"We're never leaving your side again. . .I mean, within reason," Steve said.
"We have to go to the bathroom at some point," Eddie said, and Leah giggled.
And later that night, she fell asleep between the two men that she loved, her heart lighter than air and feeling like she could whatever horrors the world threw at her with them by her side.
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